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Post by Behax on Nov 5, 2011 7:55:26 GMT
Lusive watched half amused as he watched Ocativus struggle with the shirt, and briefly thought about helping the angel as one would help a child but before too long the angel triumphed over the clothing though he didn’t look to happy about it. He didn’t care that Ocatvius was barefoot it would attract less attention than him walking around half naked.
As Lusive opened the door the owl flew out ahead of them but stayed close by. Lusive lead the way out of the building, when they stepped out of the elevator on the ground floor he pulled put his mobile phone and started to talk to someone about the set up of a stall at a market. The sun was already pretty much set, it was low enough in the sky that it would do little to no harm to the vampire at all. It was that time of year where the nights got longer and drawn out.
After about 10 minutes or so he turned down a dark alley and stopped and a big heavy iron door.
“So Ocatvius you ever been to the black market?” He asked as he pulled the door open as he stepped inside he held it open for the other before looking up and the owl flying above. “Happy hunting Gill,” he said and the owl disappeared into the beginning of the night.
His avian companion gone Lusive started to leave the way down to the underground black market.
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Post by Grimm on Nov 5, 2011 16:04:58 GMT
Ocatvius had always been barefoot, unable to cope with the things encasing his toes. Although he had to admit the feel of grass had always been a treat for him, but grass was rare in a big city.
"Heard of, never been." the fallen angel, stepped through the doors before he spun around to call out to the owl as he flew off. "Yes, Happy Hunting Little God." The angel seemed to be relieved of getting rid of that feeling of paranoia, always silently watching.
He allowed Lusive to lead, and Ocatvius seemed to blend in well as a normal functioning being, but then again, he didn't have to be completely exactly well behaved either. His silver eyes started to look at people as they passed, this underground market was a literal hunting ground for the twisted angel.
.kill them all.
There was that smile, of something dark and sinister. He would hunt here for as long as he could, until he was caught, this would be a perfect place for his redemption.
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Post by Behax on Nov 5, 2011 18:30:28 GMT
The stares down to the market were steep and long and intertwined with many other stairs and passages, people who didn’t know where they were going would get lost and people who wanted to hide or escape would have many options, it was all in case the black market which was used my humans as much as everyone else, was ever infiltrated by an enemy organisation or law enforcement.
It took Lusive no trouble at all to find his way down to the underground market. When the two immerged, there was a big open space full of stalls there weren’t many people around yet as everything was being set up, and all around the edges of the hall were buildings and shops built into the mud and rock.
“This way,” Lusive said as he guided his way through the people and stalls to where his one was located, as he travelled a few people greeted the vampire some indifferent others cheerfully and friendly some others scowled or ignored him entirely. He had as many friends as enemies it seemed.
“Just in time,” a voice called as Lusive neared his place of business. The voice belonged to a younger looking man who was also a vampire he was standing by the back of an open truck.
“Been waiting long?” Lusive asked.
“No not at all,”
“Need a hand?”
“Nah just check it’s all there as you set it up, I didn’t have time and I don’t trust that old bastard not to rip us off,”
“No problem,” Lusive said as he started picking up boxes and taking them a few feet away to his stall which specialised in selling human blood usually stolen from hospitals to the vampire public at large. He didn’t bother to introduce Ocatvius to the other vampire and the other vampire didn’t bother to ask, in fact he took barely any notice of the angel at all until he finished unloading all the boxes.
“Right thats all of them,”
“Thanks Rouce,” Lusive said looking up from a box he’d been digging through.
Rouce gave a quick glance to Ocatvius before addressing the older vampire again.
“So you don’t need my help today?” He asked.
“Nah I think I got it, plus I’m sure you got other places to be,” Lusive said before starting to lay his ‘merchandise’ out on the tables in front of him. “Well if you say so,” Rouce gave Ocatvius an uncertain look before closing up his van and disappearing into the driver’s side. “I’ll contact you later about the next deal ok,” and with that the other vampire started up the van and carefully and slowly drove through the weaving stalls and was gone.
Lusive just finished up setting up the stall kicking the extra boxes under the tables away from view. He sighed as he observed the market starting to grow in population as its patrons began to appear.
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Post by Grimm on Nov 6, 2011 0:25:03 GMT
Ocatvius followed along, watching like a stray cat, beautiful but completely worthless. He watched the vampire move the boxes. He kept eyeing Rouce, just to size him up, when he got bored of watching he pulled on the shirt, growing uncomfortable with the material.
When Lusive was done, Ocatvius went to his new roommate. "Surely you've got something for drawing blood. I don't think I want to charge by the bite…." The angel looked around the stall.
( I am so sorry it's short. I couldn't think of anything to do. )
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Post by Behax on Nov 6, 2011 0:48:41 GMT
"Surely you've got something for drawing blood. I don't think I want to charge by the bite…."
“What the hell are you talking about?” Lusive asked looking confused as he stood waiting to do business, it might be a little while before vampires actually started showing up. Though it quickly dawned on him what Ocatvius meant, instead of saying anything he just burst out laughing which attracted the attention of some of the neighbouring stall owners.
“Oh you got to be kidding me!? For one thing I didn’t actually take you seriously when you asked how much angel blood would sell for, secondly if I did that right here it would cause all sorts of problems, it wouldn’t just attract vampires you know,” he explained while still finding it amusing.
“Besides, there are plenty of vampires around it would be dangerous to sell that kind of stuff too for different reasons, and probably would reach the ears of some people I would rather not deal with at all,” he said as the first few vampires turned up, there were plenty of his own kind Lusive didn’t like to deal with either because of the few morals he still had or he just didn’t like them for one reason or another or reversely they didn’t like him.
Turning away from the angel Lusive served the first few customers exchanging human blood for money. Of course he didn’t just have vampire customers he dealt with a lot of human traders as well who wanted blood for some reason or another usually eccentric occultists or more commonly people who dealt in black market organ transplants and wanted extra blood in case they needed it, nothing messed up a procedure quite like the patient dying from blood loss.
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Post by Grimm on Nov 7, 2011 4:12:51 GMT
Ocatvius found this vampire amusing as well, laughter was welcome. He sat on the stall floor cross legged, rubbing his eyes roughly before he had to stop himself. The fallen angel was so utterly alone, trying to push his way forward, chasing a redemption that had far been lost. His silver eyes watched customers, and for the most part he remained quite unless it was for an odd comment that floated around here or there.
"If I was to wonder around....where would I not want to go?" Ocatvius asked as if it was obvious that he would venture straight there in some personal little game.
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Post by Behax on Nov 7, 2011 20:41:24 GMT
Lusive was a bit surprised that the angel joined him in his laughter. He’d not thought the other man was capable for such an action or emotion, Lusive smiled faintly, perhaps they were both not quite so broken after all, but that thought was but a fleeting one as Lusive knew how deep the dark abyss of his own suffering was.
Lusive however soon got on with working, after a while he had to crack open another box to restock the stall.
"If I was to wonder around....where would I not want to go?"
The vampire looked down at the angel as he handled someone’s change. He paused in thought for a moment.
“Well you seem capable so I’m not sure there’s anywhere that would actually be dangerous for you,” Lusive started, “but I personally would stay away from the south end docks,” he added, the south docks were of course underground docks reachable through a wide and long tunnel that lead out to a river. This was where a lot of illegal trade came in and was mostly notable for slave trading but also narcotics and also illegal medical procedures and for the most part was gang ruled. It was also the only part of the black market where the rules in place else where didn’t apply.
“Also you seem like you’re looking for trouble, something about that look in your eye. So I am going to tell you now, there is a strict no fighting policy down here, and even stricter no killing. Start a fight and you’ll be in some serious trouble,” he explained as he served customers.
A few of Lusive’s customers were intrigued by Ocatvius, some could tell what he was, others were more surprised to see someone other than Rouce manning the stall with Lusive, he either worked with the other younger vampire or no one at all. No one stayed long or started any trouble though, and this was probably a combination of the markets rules and Lusive’s own reputation for not taking shit from anyone.
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Post by Grimm on Nov 8, 2011 3:12:44 GMT
(( if you'd rather do something else in place of what I wrote let me know and I'll change it ))
"I'll just window shop…I'll go get that sword…being angelic in nature I should be able to hunt it down rather easily, if I listen carefully." He closed his eyes, as if he was focused on listening. When he had reopened them, he leap over the stall counter in a single bound, landing on the customers side. "Thanks for the disguise." Ocatvius smirked as he strolled down the the pathway, looking insanely happy as bounced through the crowd, inspecting shops as well as people.
It wasn't long till he grew bored of that was far enough out of sight of Lusive did he turn his attention to listening. There were several divine items, but only one had that song….that rhythm. He followed it to a dealer, as easily as a blood hound. He looked at the plump old vampire and smiled devishly.
"I was wondering, sir, if perhaps you have a sword that I'm looking for…it sings." inquired the angel.
"Singing Sword? I don't think I have any of those." The weapons dealer pulled on his collar, as Ocatvius bent over his stall, pausing after he described what it looked like.
"The Scasis….you see - I'm here to acquire it." The Vampire quickly pulled him into the back of the stall that served as a private office, closing the door.
"Yeah, I got it here for you. You could of just told me you were Lance instead of saying that out there…I'll be murdered if Beltis knew I took it. It was lucky of me to find it, just like your Master said…..but you need to punish your messenger. They told me angel with black hair. Fair trade….i'll show you the sword, when I can see the money." The ugly vampire made sure no one was able to see in.
"Ah yes, no need to show it to me….it's in that basket over there. My master wishes I reward you along with the money waiting under the stall of your table. I'm here to offer my body…." Ocatvius lied pulling the shirt off easily, exposing the rippling muscles with warm and pale skin. No sooner had he offered himself then the offer was taken. The hungry little pig grabbed him by the neck, slamming his hips into the desk, imposing his weight on him so he couldn't get away.
The dealer kissed him forcing his tongue into the angel's mouth, tasting the sweet cavern before moving to his neck, licking it with a hungry lustful desire, tongue over his collar bone until the piglet had come to his hard nipples. Fangs buried themselves in his breast and the sleazy man suckled until he was over come with intoxication of the corrupted euphoria.
Ocatvius propped himself up on his elbows on the desk, watching the man feed on him, greedy hands rubbing against him, molesting his groin with a drunken vengeance. So intoxicated was the vampire, he failed to noticed the wings that emerged from his back like boney fingers, with razor sharp claws at the end. They encircled the man taking advantage of his enormous appetite.
"Hey….You Filftly, Dirty Pig….." Ocatvius insulted the vampire, which got the man to look up unsure if he had heard it right. Gone was his angelic beauty, leaving his face a ghostly phantom, eyes so black they made his eyes look hallow, the dehydrated nose of a pharaohs, lips an unhealthy shade of purple, teeth as sharp as knives. "My name's not Lance…and I'm not an angel." He said with a smile, before those bone wings punctured the vampire, feeding off the undead's energy, until he became dust. Ocatvius brushed the ashes away, cleaning himself off and putting the shirt back on although it was backwards this time. His features returned to normal, eyes silver and a face just as beautiful as when he had fallen.
The angel moved quickly, grabbing the sword from the basket. The moment he touched the unwrapped hilt, he felt the overwhelming power surge through him. Gasping he dropped, glaring at it like the sword had bitten him. He reached for it again, swallowing as he dared to grab it by the hilt again. This time holding on to it as if to prove a point. After a moment, he wrapped the sword's hilt and then once again with a scarf. Fleeing from the murder without drawing any attention to himself. As he walked back to Lusive's stall, he looked at his burned hands. He had no idea what the other had suffered through, oh but it burned into his hands…
His hop over the table was a little more unenthusiastic this time, as he seemed like he was deep in thought but dropped the wrapped sword in the vampires lap. "I want to meet him….I want to meet the owner of that sword." Ocatvius spun, now empty handed and sat on the floor, this time taking time to inspect his burnt hands. They would heal quickly enough. "It hurts."
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Post by Behax on Nov 8, 2011 11:16:32 GMT
"I'll just window shop…I'll go get that sword…being angelic in nature I should be able to hunt it down rather easily, if I listen carefully."
Lusive gave the angel a strange look, like as if he didn’t believe what he was hearing. When the angel got up and leaped over the stall Lusive tried in vain to stop him, he couldn’t shake the feeling that this wouldn’t end up good for either of them.
"Thanks for the disguise."
“H-hey wait!” The vampire called but the angel was obviously not listening. “God damn I hope he isn’t going to do something that’s going to bite me on the arse, and what did he mean by 'disguise'” he muttered to himself before getting back to work.
For a time Lusive’s work was uneventful, it was just the usual so his mind was allowed to worry about what his companion was up to. This was where Lusive worked, he had to do business here, he didn’t want the angel to make things uncomfortable for him.
But then something else happened. Another vampire again younger than Lusive but this time much, much younger, this vampire had the appearance of a 20 year old man and had only been a vampire for about three years. He had short spiked up black hair and wore glasses. He was accompanied by another boy with wild dirty blond hair, blue eyes and an alluring beauty that gave away his overly strange heritage as a very rare child born between a man and a siren. The clothes he wore were a little too big as they hung on him loosely and what could be seen on his skin was battered and bruised though not by the vampire he clung to and he was free of bite marks.
Lusive’s worry for the angels actions converted into anger at the young vampire at his stall. He reached over his stall grabbing the other vampire by the collar of his short and pulling him close.
“Leo what the fuck do you think you’re doing bringing that boy here with you!? Do you know how much I personally had to risk saving him, to even return him to your side! This is not a place you should be bringing him!” Lusive didn’t shout but he spoke harshly.
“I know but I couldn’t leave him on his own!” Leo bit back.
Lusive practically growled as he pushed the younger vampire away from him. “If you get caught they’ll take him away again, they’ll probably kill you too. Is that what you want?”
“I’ll be fine,” Leo said defiantly.
“From now you just call me when you run out, I’ll come and deliver blood to you, it’s much safer for all of us,” He said looking at the boy, before packing up a small quantity of the blood packets into a bag and handing it to Leo as Leo handed him payment.
The vampire dropped into a seat, and began to smoke to relieve his building stress, the younger vampire followed suit.
“So he still not talking to anyone but you?” Lusive asked.
“Unfortunately I think there is still quite a way to go before Kyle is comfortable with others,” Leo said as he exhaled, the boy’s grip tightening on Leo’s arm. At first the vampire didn’t know why he just assumed he wanted to get out of the place but a second later both he and Lusive knew the reason for Kyle’s trepidation as Ocatvius returned dropping the evil sword onto Lusive’s lap.
The vampire instinctively jumped up to get away from the object, the sword clattering to the floor. Both the vampires stared at the word with an uneasy scowl.
“Lusive....just what is that?” Leo asked instinctively shielding Kyle behind himself, he looked from the sword to Ocatvius with unease and then back at the sword.
“I’m starting to wonder myself...” Lusive said staring at the sword. He may only be a vampire, a human now long undead but he could feel the evil pouring out of the sword, it was almost like it was screaming and he dared not to touch the thing.
"I want to meet him….I want to meet the owner of that sword."
Both the vampires turned to look at the angel as he nursed his burnt hands.
"It hurts."
“Leo you should get out of here, and don’t come back especially not with that boy,” Lusive said as he bent down to inspect Ocatvius’s hands though he knew being an angel they wouldn’t take long to heal at all.
Leo looked at the two wearily.
“Ok...but Lusive...you should get rid of that thing as soon as possible, I know you’ve dealt with some powerful items but that sword....you shouldn’t hold onto it,” the younger man said before turning away from the two and walking away.
Lusive watched the two walk away still crouched by Ocatvius. Once they were both out of his view he turned his attention to the sword, wrapped as it was he was reluctant to pick it up.
“What did you do!?” he demanded of Ocatvius without turning to look his way, his attention still wrapped on the sword.
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Post by Grimm on Nov 8, 2011 20:13:39 GMT
Ocatvius looked at the young vampire and boy with fascination between the look on his hands as they were already starting to heal. After feeding on that vampire he would be good for a day or two, until he got hungry again. Ocatvius refused to look at himself in the mirror, terrified to see his image, knowing the truth of his failure. He would feel better if he feed off of humans…and he did, every time he ran into a demonologist, even if it was one of the good guys. He used his powers of seduction to have them all crumble, pathetic men of the clothe.
The two customers left and the pale rare nightmare chuckled standing up. "I traded a very nice trip for that sword. Fat bastard was waiting for Beltis to lose it, swooped in and took it. He didn't mind after he had his fill." The angel recalled the first time he noticed the glimpse of his boney wings. It took time to accept that he was turning into a true holy beast, a righteous weapon, dripping in the sin of deeds that heaven could not bare.
"Oh, Just pick it up….kid." The angel chuckled and bent over, picking up the sword, clutching it, a finger coiled under the scarf to touch the hilt again. The wave over took him, but this time he followed it, able to feel Beltis the way the sword felt it's owner. It was a feeling he knew well. "Ah…I can feel it…." Ocatvius tilted his head back almost as if he was enjoying the feeling of darkness and then he took his thumb from the metal, smile as he felt incredible and picked up a burlap sack and wrapped it inside.
"Want me to hold on to it?" He smiled, offering it out seeing if the vampire was still afraid of the sinister sword.
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Post by Behax on Nov 8, 2011 21:05:42 GMT
Lusive stood up as Ocatvius did, and he had to admit he found the angel’s chuckle a little unsettling.
"I traded a very nice trip for that sword. Fat bastard was waiting for Beltis to lose it, swooped in and took it. He didn't mind after he had his fill."
He wasn’t quite sure if he believe this version of events, he looked at the other man with scepticism before taking the dog end from his mouth and crushing it out on the floor. He’d smoked that a lot faster than he intended, probably due to stress and worry, he soon lit another one.
"Oh, Just pick it up….kid."
He watched as the other picked up the sword and even touch it’s metal as if it were nothing. Something Lusive would not dare to do. He could tell just by looking at it and being this close to it, it’s aura was evil and malicious, it felt far more evil than Beltis himself. The swords loyalty was only to Beltis and it would likely follow the fallen angel to the grave, if Ocativus dared to even try to wield it, it would do it’s best to destroy the angel.
The sword held undying loyalty to it’s wielder, it had once been a divine blade but had become cursed as Beltis had fallen further and further from grace.
“You shouldn’t provoke it, that sword will destroy you. It has only one master,” Lusive said darkly, he dealt with a lot of items but he’d never felt one so malicious.
He ignored Ocatvius’s taunt for a moment and actually shooed him away from the spot where he was standing. Not to get the sword he carried away from him but because he was standing in the way. Lusive then pulled up the carpet to reveal a hidden floor compartment, he gave a great pull on the door to open it, it was a refrigerated floor compartment, Lusive dropped what wears he had left carefully into the compartment. He was closing up early; he didn’t want to be standing around here with Beltis’s sword. And he still didn’t trust Ocatvius’s story so he wanted to get back to his apartment, he had a bad feeling and he hoped that’s all it was.
Once he’d finished hiding his wears and the compartment, his stall now as bare as when they'd got there, he turned to the angel and snatched the sword from him as he walked past him, as if in defiance. Though even covered the sword made Lusive feel uncomfortable.
“We’re going, I don’t want to be standing around with this thing for long,” he said as he led the way back to the closest exit. He in fact wanted to be rid of the thing as soon as was possible.
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Post by Grimm on Nov 8, 2011 22:25:11 GMT
Ocatvius had no intention of wielding the sword, but he was rather enthralled by it's song and wanting to meet it's owner…
"You shouldn't provide it, that sword will destroy you. It had only one master."
"So it told me…but it didn't mind a hello." He was shooed away and watched as Lusive picked up his stall, the angel worthlessly watching as he held the sword until the vampire snatched it from him. A wide grin slid across his face as the vampire had taken it in pure defiance.
"Yay." Ocatvius sarcastically cheered, making a small and odd gesture with his hands that he was over joyed, but it was obvious that it was all just an act. All he knew was the moment they got indoors, this damn uncomfortable shirt was coming off first thing.
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Post by Behax on Nov 8, 2011 22:52:04 GMT
He knew he was acting childish but Lusive continued to walk away from the angel, ignoring the other mans smile. His teeth grit as he did his best not to turn right around and hit the angel for that sarcastic ‘yay’. Instead he managed to keep his calm though he did exhale a rather large cloud of smoke. He kept walking leading the way to the exit, once outside he let out a calling whistle calling his owl back to him. Before long there was a soft hoot above them, Gill telling Lusive he was following him from the air.
Now that his animal companion had rejoined him Lusive briskly lead the way back to the apartment complex not saying a word as he was stuck in thought, once there a short trip on the elevator brought the two men to Lusive’s floor the owl already there waiting for them.
Before he even stepped off the elevator Lusive’s feelings of apprehension intensified and as he stepped onto the floor he could tell his door was ajar. He knew he’d closed and locked it; he worried why the door was open. Had someone broken in to steal something? Had Ocatvius done something untoward to get the sword as he suspected? Or had someone come for retribution for something else?
Lusive let out a low growl and took off running with the sword in hand, once he made it to his room he threw the door open and drew one of his guns from the holster on his back pointing it at a figure sitting in the darkness.
At first he was confused as he saw from his door way the feral appearance of the one who the sword belonged to and on the vampire’s coffee table lay an empty scabbard that no doubt was meant to house the very sword he was holding. Lusive’s face turned into a glare as he flicked the flats light on and returned his gun to it’s hiding place.
“Come now Lusive that’s not the kind of face to greet an old friend with,” said the fallen angel slyly red eyes narrowing.
“Beltis,”
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Post by Grimm on Nov 9, 2011 0:42:14 GMT
Ocatvius followed Lusive back to the outside world, sneering when the owl; the creepy little god rejoined them. His paranoia returned rather quickly and tucked as his ear as the two of them walked, keeping up with Lusive easily with his bare feet making no noise as he passed over the ground in a near graceful glide, if it wasn't for his constant fidgeting with the shirt.
When they had gone up the elevator, Ocatvius was busy fumbling with the shirt, obviously seeming to have trouble with it. He was uninterested with the home invasion and by the time he had gotten the shirt off, Lusive had already ran in and turned on the lights.
Ocatvius wandered in, silver eyes regarding the fallen angel in the room, then to the sheath on the table. "Ah…Your the idiot that lost his weapon…It's upset at you…." The angel had no sense to fear in the presence of fallen, he tossed the shirt on the couch and went to the fridge for bread.
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Post by Behax on Nov 9, 2011 1:24:17 GMT
The owl swooped in ahead of Octavius and perched itself back on the shelf, it was now wholly preoccupied with Beltis and paid the other angel little heed.
“Old friend my ass,” the vampire responded.
“Oh that’s not very nice,” Beltis pouted. "I've known you ever since..." since when Beltis never said as Lusive was shooting him a dangerous look.
"Ah…You’re the idiot that lost his weapon…It's upset at you…."
Beltis’s eyes narrowed for a fraction of a second as he regarded this new face, a smile spread across the fallen angels lips, he could see right through the silver eyed angel, could see what he was. ‘How interesting’ he thought idly.
Lusive ignored Octavius’s comment; he wasn’t going tell him to be nicer to Beltis when he himself wasn’t very hospitable. He closed his door and tried to relax but he felt very much on edge. He was in a room with not one but two corrupted angels and one extremely sinister sword; he couldn’t help but feel this might not bode well.
“Here this is what you wanted right,” Lusive said throwing the covered sword to Beltis, who caught it with no trouble at all, he frowned he didn’t like to see his sword covered to inelegantly. He wasted no time in throwing the wrappings off it, holding it by it’s hilt with absolutely no consequence. Lusive gritted his teeth; he hated the sound the sword resonated with.
“Yes it is, I am sorry,” Beltis apologised his blade as he held it in front of himself. “I didn’t expect that Zion had improved so much as to make me drop my own weapon, I won’t let it happen again.”
“Enough,” Lusive practically barked at Beltis causing the black feathered angel to raise an eyebrow at the vampire. “Just sheath that damn thing already; I can’t stand that sound it makes.”
Beltis smiled evilly. “My how rude of you,” he said mockingly as he leant forward to pick up his sheath and slid the blade back inside it, shutting in it's sound, keeping all of it’s evil and malicious intent locked in it’s enclosed case. Now only Beltis could hear it, not that it bothered him much though he wondered if perhaps The Scasis’ voice could also reach the other fallen one in the room.
“So now that that’s taken care of care to introduce me to your most interesting friend?” Beltis asked turning his attention to the other angel in the room as he placed his sword on the table. “I thought I was the only Angel you knew,” he added playfully, ‘certainly the only fallen one.'
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