>>>Small Changes<<<

October 8, 2014

>>>Small Changes

Looking Mirror/Ignorance Isn't Bliss AU

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PLOT

Decisions are what makes the world go around and time flow. So...ever wonder what one little change in decision can do to a person?

Tweak a few things a main timeline and you get this, a sub-timeline where things just went a little bit wrong. Not that anyone knows that they aren’t the main timeline, but that’s not the point here. Let’s just explore the results of these little changes.

The Demoni, a criminal organization, had been on the rise for several years with no one to take them down some many years ago, and had been steadily gaining momentum. With the rise in crime activity some benefit, especially some sauve conmen with cold smiles, and razor tongues. But others tend to not, per-say, benefit from this rise in criminal activity, such as the law enforcement. The Officials have been stretched thin, as well as the Hunters trying to control the menace that is the Demoni. They’ve lost numbers, and many have been brutally murdered by their hands, heads or wings ending up on families doorsteps for spouses, siblings and children to mourn and cry for. All that’s left of the body. It’s virtual pandemonium.

The Head of the Realm Officials, a man by the name Aheal Nimparon, had been pretty stretched thin himself, with the disappearance of his second son, who escaped justice, and family secrets still weighing heavily on his mind. He had aged faster than the average Angel under the stress of his position, and still is garbed in the metaphorical black of mourning for his ruined and broken family. Now his eldest son, Isaan, who had come of age many years ago, now 27, was all he had left, and they acted like nothing more that business partners. Isaan had dove into his work after the death of his girlfriend and escape of his sinful brother, raising through the ranks quickly, being the youngest Realm Official to date to become an Angelic Lieutenant Colonel, and was well on his way to becoming an Archangel, which was one of the highest positions there was in the Realm Officials, just a few ranks under the Head. Both consumed by their work, they get by in life.

Through the ranks of succession, and grooming Arish Lefunt, son of the late Arik Lefunt, had taken his father’s seat on the Hunter’s Council, playing into their pocket quite nicely. Cold, stony and cruel to those of demonic heritage, Arish hunts one person and one person only...the creature that got away all those years ago, the only one he let get away through a foolish move of hesitation. His obsession rules him, and the name Jackal B. is spoken with nothing but malice on his lips now.

The underground Conman King of the black market has a lot to gain from the rise in crime. Business is business they always say, and boy did this conman love money. Money was something that, while cold and lifeless, could buy you a good whore, and a fun night full of booze and forgetting. Money couldn’t really betray you, could it? At least not while you’re holding it. That’s what Jackal B. always thought, especially after that fateful day that resulted in several new scars on his face via a clay pot. Arish Lefunt? Nothing but a dark stain on the map of his life now, one that only resulted in a broken heart and an icy disposition.

They call him Veneto, he calls himself Ruune, but only in his head, for if he were to speak his name out loud the hounds might be upon him before he could even blink. He can’t have that, he has people to protect and a demon to kill, so Veneto he’ll stay. Being the Tracker of the infamous mercenary group The Triad. The three leaders were known as Angelo, Deamon, and Mary, but Ruune better knew them as Hadrail, Edgardo, and Gloria. They taught him many things, from how to hold a gun, from how to follow the aura trail to the target, and take them out peacefully. They became his adoptive family, and he became like their son. This young Angel has many secrets, and is willing to keep them, least his family, old and new, be in danger, and maytarism seems to be a common theme with this novice Water Mage.

With the Demoni becoming a problem in all the Zones an alliance is proposed between the two Leaders of the Neutral Zone, and the Official Head and Hunter's Council to take care of this menace. What paths will cross through this shaky alliance, and can those who are broken be repaired, or is already too late?

CHARACTER GUILD

Veneto (Ruune Nimparon)

Age: 27

CHESH

Isaan Nimparon

Age: 27

TEESIE

Arish Lefunt

Age: 31

TEESIE

Jackal B. (Erin White)

Age: 31

CHESH

Aheal Nimperon

Age: Around 44

TEESIE

Deamon (Edgardo)

Age: Unknown

TEESIE

Angelo (Hadrail Lux)

Age: 43

CHESH

Mary (Gloria St.Jones)

Age: 47

CHESH

Abel Ezal

Age: Over 300

CHESH

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Eight Years Prior to the Present Time

It was frigid and the air blew harshly, snow whipping about, and coating the cracked, and tainted sidewalks in a blanket of white. The streetlights flickered, and buzzed, and the normal hustle and bustle of the infamous Neutral Zone had come to halt with the late winter storm. On a normal night, even if it was below freezing, the odd characters would come out of their old little apartments, and shops and mingle among the dim flicker of the street lights, or bask in the local bars, and pub; often, later stumbling home so intoxicated that they can no longer see in a straight line, let alone walk in one. But not tonight…no, tonight was quiet, everyone was all tucked in for the night as the winter roared in the background. Even that sly fox of a conman, with his childish demeanor, and scheming green eyes was no where to be seen, and he frequented the bars no matter what the weather. Suddenly, a soft crunching broke the silence of the night.

The freshly fallen snow crunch beneath bare feet as a small figure continued forward, shivering rapidly as the wind beat his small face, and painted his normally silver hair, white. He shook rapidly, pulling his over-sized jacket closer to him, blood stained sweatpants dragging in the snow with each step. With each sluggish step his teeth chattered behind blue tinted lips, and fluffy white wings, almost blending in with the snow, dragged behind him, laying limp off his back with muscle strain and exhaustion. The small boy didn't even have the strength to pull them up against his spine for easier travel. The world began to slow down and twirl with the snow around the boy with each little step he took until black spots began to cloud his vision. He just couldn't walk anymore...he was too tired...just too tired and just too cold. The small figure fell forward, face first, into the snow with a crunch as his legs finally gave out under him, and blackness took over his vision.

-A few days later-

A pale green eye blinked open slowly, the owner of said eyes wincing at the the seemingly bright light of the table lamp beside him. Where...where was he? He blinked again, reaching up to touch the left half of his face only to feel gauze. He then sat up slowly, woolen blanket slipping off his naked chest, wings unfurling slightly behind him, and looked around with his uncovered eye. The room was small, and plain, with manila walls with some of the paint chipping here and there. The floor was carpeted, and an off white color, with a few stains here and there, and a small desk resting in the corner with a matching chair. Upon closer inspection he noticed his jacket hanging off the back of the chair, making him sigh in relief; it was the last thing he had of his brother now...he really wouldn't want to lose that. He stood up on shaky legs, taking note that he was only in his boxers, which made him blush slightly, but immediately had to sit back down due to the coughs that racked his chest and flew from his mouth. He shivered, pulling his wings closer to himself.

“You should lay back down, kid. You’re sick,” A low voice rang out from the doorway, startling the small boy, causing his head to snap up, visible eye wide. The newcomer was in his mid thirties, average in height, with curly, white-blonde hair, and icy eyes. He was fit, and dressed in a leather jacket, and black jeans, and behind him were a large pair of wings, dark blue in color, and gradually fading out into an lighter pale blue at the tips. He leaned against the door frame, stony faced, though a spark of concern showed in his eyes. He kind of reminded the boy of his father.

“I’m Angelo…,” He said, expecting the petite teen to reply with his own name.

“R-Ruune...I mean, my name is Ruune...,” He replied softly, voice raspy as another cough forced it’s way from his lips, shaking his tiny frame.

"Lay back down, Ruune, that cough is not sounding too good," Angelo said calmly, approaching the newly dubbed Ruune. He placed a hand on the boy's shoulder, pushing him back, receiving little protest from the sickly teen.

“Where...where am I?” Ruune asked in a rough voice, looking up at the strange man who had rescued him.

“Far from the Heavens, Ruune…,” The blond man supplied, looking down at the other with a strange sort of sympathy, “What are you doing in the Neutral Zone, kid?”

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Far from the winged pair a young man sprinted though the alleyways, breathing heavily, and ignoring the blood as it dripped sluggishly from the fresh cuts on his cheek. He was a skinny man with curly brown hair tuck beneath a fedora, and was dressed quite sharply despite his situation. Leather shoes weren't very comfortable to run in you know, so he might consider a change in wardrobe later, that is, if there was a later. Then again, maybe he should have considered hiring protection while he had the chance. Ah, the stupid and cocky decisions of youth. Well, it was simple to say that if he got out this situation alive he was going to hire a bodyguard or two, or twenty.

Jackal B., conman extraordinaire, was now a wanted man. Well, in a way, he was asking for it, but still the one on his tail was someone that he knew. An old flame, one could say, and a damn insistent one too. But the half-demon was smart, resourceful and crafty. He could go with the flow, so he was fluid while the other was rigid, thus he was pretty damn sure he could outsmart the hardheaded Hunter Arish Lefunt.

October 8, 2014

The pain was numb, albeit present to the trembling figure standing with clenched fists. A person that was once cared for was gone. One that was given improper living, although living all the less. There was no words to be spoken, the winds carrying their own tune as snow swirled in patterns to the ground below. It had been days since the being left the soiled area. The area stained with the blood of his family.

"Nothin' will come out of jus' standin' 'round 'ere all day, so why do I even insist. Dis' will change nothin'. I'm basically jus' wastin' my time." A young angel spoke, stepping out from a pool of blood splattered upon the floor. "It real'y doesn't pay bein' here. What if da' criminal comes back?"

A shatter of glass silenced the talking, a small droplet of blood driving down the younger angel's cheek as a shard managed to cut through the flesh. Chocolate orbs glanced up, the slightly pale lips closing as a robotic stare was put into place. The bigger figure had gotten fed up with his speech, and Isaan knew that.

"You think I give a damn about some criminal coming back? That'll be exactly what I want, because I swear, it'll be it's last day breathing!" The powerful man yelled, pushing himself from the spot he had been resting in every since the disappearance of his son.

Ruune was the missing kids name. The eldest angel, Aheal, had hid his son from the peeking eyes of those around them. The teen was in immense danger, and it was the only way of protecting the fragile boy from the Realm Official. The man refused to have those strip his son of something so prideful; the wings of an angel. With that saftey, the victim wasn't given as much attention or the proper care as he needed, however it was all something that had to be done to not bring suspicion. That was all shattered now. Shattered with the crimson blood littering the dirtied area. Ruune was dead, and there was no damn evidence of who committed it. Links and bonds were torn to never be renewed again. A life had ended to bring a new. Once again, a person who could never take the place of the angelic being.

A shadow splayed across Aheal's face as he sneered lightly. What he wanted at the moment was nothing but some alone time, and with such another as Isaan around, he knew it was impossible; plus, duty called.

"I am sorry to 'ave bothered ya' father. I'll make my leave." Tone of one octave. The youngest official turned to leave the death scene. Ruune was dead and there was nothing they could do about it. What was the reason of staying? What's done was done, and albeit the other was a sibling, Isaan couldn't find his emotions of whether he cared or not.

The bulkier figure went to rush after the other but stopped. No, he wouldn't apologize for missing his youngest son. No he wouldn't apologize for slipping into a state of depression. No he wouldn't apologize for breaking the promise of his late wife to protect their kids. No he wouldn't apologize and that was final.

October 8, 2014

"N-Neutral Zone?" Ruune squeaked out, trying to sit up again, only to be pushed lightly back down by the older man next to him. He had heard tails of this place, and it was not very friendly; full of illegal activity, and the citizens were supposed to all be cut throat schemers who had little mercy. At least he didn't end up landing in an even more unsavory place, such as the Demon Zone, who's supposed slave ring would pay a pretty penny for a young angel. He shuttered slightly at the thought...sometimes, honestly, people disgusted Ruu.

Angelo couldn't really help but roll his eyes slightly at the angel, having an inkling of what the kid was thinking. He once thought the same after all, before he started finding out that sometimes the Officials like the, er, stretch the truth, per-say. But this Ruune was still a kid, so he'd learn.

"Yeah...don't worry kid, we're not really as bad as others make us out to be," The blond explained calmly, looking down at the mousy teen. He vaguely wondered if being this timid was normal for his house guest or it was the after effects of whatever attacked him, but he supposed he'd find out with a little time and a little prodding.

He watched as Ruune nodded slightly, fidgeting and twisting the sheets in small, bandaged hands. He was still avoiding eye contact, which made the mercenary sigh...this was going to take some delicate work, he could tell. "Do you mind telling me what happened to you at least," He asked, trying to squeeze more answers out of the kid.

...Silence...complete silence, and a shrug. Angelo bit back his slight irritation, and sighed. "Okay...you don't have to tell me now...but I expect answers later. Are you hungry?" He said, voice leveled as not to startle the small teen. He didn't want to sound to harsh, something was obviously wrong with this Ruune.

Ruune nodded slightly, glancing up at icy eyes for a moment before flickering back down to his lap. He was pretty hungry, as if he hasn't eaten for a few days, which raised the question of how long was he unconscious, but he refrained and held his tongue. He didn't want to be too much of a bother, and plus it was hard to speak so much around such an intimidating man.

Another sigh slipped from Angelo's lips and he started for the door. "Okay, I'll be back with something to eat then...and don't leave that bed, kid...you got that?" The curly haired man said firmly, tone sounding a bit like and order rather than request. To that he received yet another small nod, and soft, 'mhmm.' Even if the silver haired angel had gotten out of the bed he wouldn't be able to get far in his condition anyways, but he'd rather not have to clean up more blood than he already had if Ruune fell and hit his head or something.

When the door clicked shut behind the blue winged man Ruune relaxed into the blankets and pillows, and rolled onto his side. He stretched his sore and aching wings, and winced. He never wanted to do that much flying ever again, the distance from her to the Heavens was hell to fly with unconditioned lungs and wings, and he wasn't flying very much, if at all before, so it was twice as bad.

Ruune felt exhausted, and hollow, his chest achy and heavy, and throat very sore. He also felt lonely and lost without the ever present flow of Isaan's emotions, no matter how much the elder twin denied they existed, in the back of his mind, but Ruu had to do it...he had to cut the link. He needed to protect Isaan and their father, so he'd do what it took, even if it was painful. He clenched his left hand closed into a fist, the dried blood staining the back of the bandage forming a rather odd symbol, reflecting the wound below. What ever it took...even if it was painful.

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The half demon growled slightly under his breath, a dead end. A chain link fence and no hole to crawl through. Glancing behind himself he cursed softly as he heard steadily approaching footsteps. Well, if one can't go under it...it looked like he was going up instead.

"Fuck it," He muttered, kicking off his shoes, which had costed him a pretty penny, but was damn well not worth his life. He made sure they were hidden enough behind a dumpster, not wanting to leave obvious evidence, before hooking a foot through one of the metal loops, and starting to climb. The brunette heaved and pulled himself further up the fence, and was nearing the top rather quickly due to his franticness. He was so fucking done with today, so fucking done.

October 9, 2014

The cold winter breeze mixed with the heavy exhales of a running figure. The damned demon was making an escape. It was a failure if this one successfully escaped, as the demonic being was a menace to many kind; the angels, and those of hunters. Boots slammed against the ground chasing after the shadow that gave way to the enemy. Wings fluttering, the slayer dashed into the alleyway, not intending on losing his prey.

Out of breath, the hunter stopped in his tracks to inhale. Glancing up toward the sky the victim closed his eyes, and sighed. Damn, that demonic fuck was fast; albeit Arish wouldn't give up now. With a low growl, he lifted his wings, and pushed against gravity with one hard flap. The pressure heaved the half angel from the ground, him taking that advantage and dashing toward the direction that the other had seemed to have took. Maneuvering past obstacles in the narrow, dark area, a curse of praise released from the man's lips, as he spotted yet again his mark.

"Leaving so soon are we Jackal?" He whispered to himself, not paying much attention to his surroundings. Determined to catch the other, the coal eyes male gave another powerful flap of his wings. Soon the sound of a crack filled the air, a hiss releasing with the sound of trash cans being knocked to the floor, along with the near inaudible thud of a body. "Augh!" A scream sounded out, the hunter having fractured his wing when colliding it with a building. The alley, through all the turns, had gotten way too narrow. There was no way he could fly properly.

"JACKAL! DON'T YOU RUN LIKE A COWARD!" He yelled, intentionally forgetting to add the 'B' in terms of hoping to piss the other off.

"Fight me! Your going to run like a pussy all you life!" He taunted once more, sword screeching out as it was dragged along the ground and suddenly coming to a halt a few feet away.

"Don't run from me dammit!"

The criminal he had been after now had the advantage. The easiest being to flee. What a damn disaster. The black haired man made tight fists with his two hands, wanting to wreck all in his damned sight. Catching the man in question wasn't that difficult a task, however for him to fracture his own wings and have his flying rendered useless or greatly reduced at least, was unlucky. The angel pushed himself up, not forgetting to kick the damned trash can as hard as he could. It was time to stop being weak.

October 9, 2014

Someone was rather frustrated, and the conman couldn't help but smirk, now perched on the top of the fence, safely out of reach for the time being. Of course he may have felt a little smidgen of sympathy for the other, since he had hurt himself, but the sympathy was rather short lived considering it was the other's own stupidity that got him into this situation anyways. Ah, this little Hunter could do with learning some flexibility, both in the physical and metaphorical sense. Though, the other's intentional butchering of his alias was beginning to piss him of a little inside.

"I wouldn't call it being a pussy, grace, I call it being smart," The half demon taunted with a wide smirk. He really couldn't help himself, even poking fun at Arish's little fumble earlier with his wings by calling him 'grace.'

Ah, he should go, the roof was a pretty good option now, and it was only a leap away from where he was, but the opportunity to do a little taunting was too sweet...especially with Arish Lefunt.

"You could do with getting some yourself, some smarts I mean, since you're pretty damn stupid," The conman chuckled, giving the dark haired wonder standing below him and the rather high fence something that could have been called a leer. The brunette felt his smirk stretch wider across his face, causing his eyes to crinkle slightly in the corners. Ah, this, an opportunity like this, to make a fool out of the man who ruined his life, was like Jackal B.'s own personal golden fruit of temptation, and he was savoring every little fucking bite.

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Angelo frowned, digging through cabinet trying to find some canned soup. Who knew a kitchen as small, and worn down as his own would make it so hard to find a fucking can of soup. He swore that if his husband ate the last can with out getting anymore then someone was sleeping on the couch tonight, honestly.

The blond scowled and dug around more, moving aside a box of cereal, letting out a soft 'ah' when he finally found what he was looking for. Abel said soup was good for sick people, so he took the demonic healer's word for it. Sure, it wasn't chicken noodle or anything on would normally give a sick kid in movies, but this cream of something or another was better than nothing. The co-leader of the Neutral Zone sighed, and dug out the can opener...he had little idea of how to take care of a kid, and, being rarely sick himself, much less a sick one. He sighed softly, wondering where his wayward husband had wondered off too, he could really use some additional input...maybe he could just call Mary later.

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Ruune vaguely wondered what his brother was doing right now...did he think he was dead? Probably, given the amount of blood he lost when he was attacked, and the cut link. He had to keep reminding himself, though, this was for the better. It was better if the youngest Nimparon was thought to be dead.

A pale green eye stared up at the ceiling, tracing over the cracks, as he rubbed his most bandaged hand. After he was well again what exactly was he going to do? Where was he going to go? Maybe he should of thought this through more. He rolled back over, pulling the covers more over himself as he laid on his stomach...what was he going to do? What was he going to do?

October 9, 2014

Arish glared and sneered to the one before him. After a moment passed, the dark haired male gave a low chuckles as he parted his lips to speak. "You fucking faggot. I'll come up there and shove my sword up your ass! Not like nothing has been up there before, right? Huh, you demonic fuck. Just you wait!" Dashing toward the other, as he crouched to pick up his weapon on the way. With a mass amount of strength, the angelic male slashed at the gate, ripping the material in one slice. Pulling away, hands grasping at either side, Arish pulled at the metal, bending it so that he could push through. He'd make sure that the cocky bastard wish he had left after all.

Heavy exhales filled the room as yet another strike was given to the sand bag. The build up of strength was way past due. It didn't feel quite right to laze around and do nothing, as to what was a usual activity. The built figure struck the hard object again, growling at the sound that echoed. That was a dead on hit. Perfect.

Sigh.

Taking the time to remove the brass knuckles and shaking off the slight sting from his aching hand, Deamon waltzed from the basement, and up the creaking stairway. With entering the room, the man paused, watching in amusement as his lover grumbled to himself in search of something from the cabinets. After a while it was found, the demonic being smirking as he stepped forward, crossing the distance between them and wrapping his arms around the other.

"What's the matter?" He asked the other, sensing a stress from his partner.

Isaan strolled the streets, wings spread just to shield himself from the snow that was piling amongst the ground. The father of the teen was walking alongside him, both on their way to the organization. This situation wouldn't bring much suspicion onto them, seeing as no one would openly confront the Official leader, and for the fact that any natural, normal being would grieve for their child.

The white haired Official member sniffles from the cold, bringing up an arm and shielding his nose away from the biting winds. The climate was cold, and being out and about was seriously a stupid idea, but the task called for it. There couldn't be too much time wasted for a cause that couldn't be changed.

October 10, 2014

Shit, shit, shit! Jackal B. was screwed, or at least that's what he thought as the fence was being shaken and torn at below him. Crazy son of a bitch! Well, that's what the brunette got for being so damn cocky...but then again he always had a plan B if everything went to shit. The roof was, yet again, still a leap away, though, from his calculations, he may need a bit a boost, one could say. Well, he was practically a bird demon after all, so yes, he had wings. Oh, another jab at tall, dark and flightless down there too.

So, holding on to the metal bar a top the fence with one hand he shrugged off his suit jacket, tossing it to the ground. He loved this suit, but he could always buy a new one, and it would take time he didn't have for his wings to rip through two layers of fabric.

Calling out his wings from the thin slits on his back always hurt quite a deal, but he could grit through the pain. Blood soaked his back and made his shirt cling to his sticky skin, but his wings were now out. They were streamline, built for speed instead of strength unlike Arish's thus making them smaller, and able to fit in the narrow space of the alley way. That and the fact he as up so high. Black wings glittered a slight green as the dimmed light from the cloud covered sun hit them, also highlighting the small amount of blood that splattered on the snow covered ground as he stretched them out.

White fangs glinted as he grinned down at Arish, "Good bye you sick fuck," He snarled before standing, and running across the metal rod, and used a small flap of his wings to give his jump to the roof a boost. Once his feet hit the tarred roof he took off running, choosing not to fly in favor of being discreet. Looks like the conman got away, leaving the hunter in the dust.

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Angelo was startled, but one could only tell that by the tenseness of his body when arms wrapped around his waist. Sloppy...normally he could sense the other the minute he walked into the room, so it wasn't often that Deamon got the drop on him.

"What's the matter?"

"The kid woke up...trying to figure out what to make him," He explained, letting a hand drift down to grip the demon's hand lightly in his own.

"He refuses to say much...got a name though, he says it's Ruune," He sighed softly, beginning to use the can opener upon the can on the counter.

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Ruune couldn't get to sleep like he was aiming to at the moment. He was tired, yes, but the hollow feeling and the creature's words kept him awake.

"I'll give you nine years kid, and if you can't kill me by then...well, at least you'll see your family again in death," And then it laugh, and the pain flared in Ruune's hand as the deal was sealed with demonic magic. Contract magic...he wondered how disappointed his father would be to learn that his youngest had made a deal with a demon. It was a thing that could be considered a major offence, to be an angel and deal with demons like that. But...but it was the only way he could protect them...the only way. How he was going to kill the creature was something he needed to find out, but Ruu swore on his mother's grave that he was going to find a way. He coughed roughly in to his hand, wincing at he mucus mixed with blood on his palm...even if it cost him his life he was going to protect his family with all he got.

October 12, 2014

Deamon smirked at his lover, a hand sluggishly shaking its way into his lovers pants, smiling a little, having his larger teeth to be shown. Blue orbs darted to the soup can in his spouse's hand, reaching a hand up to push his colorful hair away from his face.

"Why don't you just let the brat wait a little longer. I'm in need of assistance myself." Pushing his swelled anatomy against his husband's clothes behind. "I need you Hadrial." A chuckle leaving his mouth as he slowly massaged the other through the flimsy material of his under garments.

Arish growled up to the other once he fled atop the roof. Nice thinking the dark haired angel thought to himself, averting his eyes ahead of him. With a sigh, sheathing his sword once again, the coal eyed male stepped forward and back into the quiet, snowy streets of the neutral zone. The target was lost and there was nothing Arish could do at the moment. Whatever the reason, the only thing to do now would be to repair back to the hunters. Mission failed.

With a robotic expression, the angel fell into the seat, staring to the head of the group; his father. Having made it to the building, Aheal was proposing the reasons of his disappearance, of course none of it being half true. Isaan in fact knew that the other members were suspicions, and he doubted that his father was as dumb to not think the same.

Asiam gave a wide grin, shaking the snow haired teen and gaining his attention. "Ay, what's up with your pa? What happened? Ya know...the God of the Realms are getting quite impatient with wanting to catch your bro, yeah. You two should jus' give up. We all know that ya two are protecting him."

With a brief glance to the pale, grey haired, older teen, a sigh was given as Isaan began to talk; face resting upon his hand, voice coming out mumbled. "Ya' wrong. My disappearance had nothin' in tha' less ta' do wit' Ruu. I simply am tired of seein' the faces in this room, therefore I decided ta' skip out. My brother is actually missin' ... Dead. So," Glancing up with dead chocolate orbs. "the search for him is useless. You can continue to waste ya' time but it'll never 'appen. You'll nev'r find 'em. Wat's it ta' ya' with wat' we are doing' anyways? It isn't nice to shove your way into family business." He finished with a smirk as he closed his eyes.

Asiam stared to the youngest official, a dumbfounded look grazing his face. "Ah, chill. The eldest of the two answering, smiling slightly. "You know I want say shit. I'm whitcha' all ths way bro. Aye, I feel sorry for the loss bro." Punching Isaan rather harshly in the shoulder. "Hey, smile a little. For a second there....I thought you cared."

Isaan exhaled audibly, gaining the attention of many as he slid the chair back to stand. "That's because I do." He answered lowly, turning and waltzing pridefully from the room.

October 12, 2014

"Well, Edgardo," The blond haired man muttered, dropping the code names in the safety of his own home, "I would love to, but, again, I have prior engagements." With that he gently gripped the other's wrist and pulled the intruding hand out of his pants. His husband was a bit of a horny dog at times...and that could be taken quite literally. It wasn't like he wouldn't enjoy it, but he was not in the mood for sex, and for all he knew that kid could be dying in there.

Hadrail turned to face the other, and gave him a small peck on the lips. It wasn't as if they couldn't have a bit of fun after, so he shouldn't take it badly. "Listen...if you let me make this kid something to eat, then," He leaned in close and whispered, "We can have a romp in the training room, I know you've been wanting to try that."

He pulled back and smirked a bit, taking his can of soup, and finished opening it, before grabbing a pan and setting it on the stove. He dumped the contents of the can into the pan, and turned on the heat. He just needed to wait for the stupid soup to boil, and he was sure his demonic lover could keep it in his pants for at least five minutes.

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Kay was a woman who could handle a myriad of things thrown her way, but to see her fucking drinking buddy tapping the outside of her office window, wings out and attempting to balance on the balcony railing was something new. The brunette woman practically ran to the window, shoving it open, only to get an arm full of feathery conman.

"Fucking hell, what did you get yourself into, B.?" The Freelancers leader muttered softly, pulling the half demon into the room the rest of the way.

"Shit," He muttered into her shoulder, looking a bit pale at the moment, "The fucking room's spinnin', can ya get Abel or somethin'?"

"You fucking dumbass trouble magnet," Kay grumbled under her breath, heaving as she dragged Jackal B. over to a chair. His back was all bloody, so she could only assume he was anemic at the moment, which would explain the dizziness.

"Just sit there, and don't move, I'll be right back with Abe," The bespectacled woman ordered, getting her friend adjusted in his seat, before running out of the room to get the Head Healer.

"Still as a fuckin' statue," Jackal B. mumbled, holding his head in his hand, trying to stop the ringing in his ears and the spinning of the room around him.

October 13, 2014

Edgardo pulled away with a slight glare, although the smile detailed that it was indeed a joke. Humming slightly with a little disappointment, the hellhound demon stepped away from his spouse, lifting a hand to scratch the itch suddenly appearing in his locks of hair.

"Ah, that's fine Hadrial. You're busy and I understand that. Ah, I suppose I'd go out for a drink, ok? I'll see you later." Bowing slightly before reaching to grab the others head and plant a kiss on his forehead.

Arish grunted as he slightly ran his finger against his injuried wing. That damn Jackal B and his fucking antics. Next time he'd kill the fucker. The was no way the demonic loser would outdo him in any other upcoming event. There wasn't a way of predicting the future, but Arish knew for sure Erin would be his. That cocky gunman belonged to him.

Aheal glanced to his son as the teen left the meeting. The kid sure had his strange ways of showing his feelings, and the official leader found it quite amusing. Glancing back to the members of the organization, the green eyed male averaged his attention to Asiam, giving a small glare to the peer of his son's. Of course the younger of the two caught the glower, albeit the only thing given from the teen was a simple, cocky smirk. He was letting Aheal know that he in fact knew of the situation, but wouldn't say a word. The member would stay completely silent.

October 16, 2014

The Realm Leader chuckled softly and smiled at the soft kiss being place on his forehead. "Have fun and don't drink too much. Let me know if that thief kid, Nappas or what ever his name is, and Jackal B. get into another fight...Kay and I really need to straighten those two out," He murmured, turning to kiss the other man on the lips briefly before turning back to his cooking, aka, emptying the contents of the can into the pan, and turning up the heat on the burner. That Nappas kid was a problem in himself, but when around their resident conman those two tended to cause fights, and injuries to both themselves and others. As one of the Neutral Zone leaders he had an obligation to the community to make sure those two kept their claws to themselves.

Hadrail then added as an after thought, "I may or may not have a surprise for you when you get back." And then he smirked slightly at Edgardo; that smirk that meant a myriad of things, though when aimed at his husband it normally meant something sexual. He did feel bad about leaving the hellhound hanging after all.

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Finding Abel was not really that hard, since the snake demon was nearly almost in his office when not working on a patient. Either he was doing paperwork, or doing what he considered light reading. The Freelancer's head healer was a well read, and polite man, though his height was intimidating, as well at the sharp, snake-like fangs that rested over his lips, and strange violet eyes. Though those eyes were soft and kind, holding a kind of parental warmth that most didn't expect from one of his species, which were known for their bellicose nature.

"Abel, Jackal B.'s really banged up, he'd up in my office, come on!" The rough woman nearly shouted as she flung open the office door, creating a bang in the hallway, drawing the attention of various employees mingling about.

That had caused Abel to stand up rather quickly, dropping the novel he was reading onto his desk. Silently and hastily, the eldest in the room grabbed a medical bag that he always kept by his desk, tugging it over his shoulder and ran past Kay an out of the room, thinking the worse.

The brunette woman sighed, and watched as her dark haired friend scaled the stairs quickly and went out of sight. She trusted Abel enough that she didn't follow, knowing Jackal B. was in the most capable hands possible. Glancing up at the wall clock, and muttered, "I could use a drink...Tartarus should be open by now." And with that said the bespectacled woman proceeded to go grab he coat and head out onto the snowy streets. Maybe she could take her mind off of things for a while.

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Ruune sighed softly, sitting up in the bed only to be racked by coughs yet again, and was forced to lay back down. This reminded him when he was little, he was always sick. Sick, and frail, like glass. He was to be sheltered and protected, and wasn't allowed to go play with other children, or even play fight or tumble around with Isaan like any normal brother was. Well, he would be damned if he let someone treat him like that again. Ruu didn't want to be made of glass any more, he didn't want to be seen as brittle, and breakable, he wanted to be strong...no, he needed to be strong. He needed to get stronger if he was going to protect anyone.

He glared at the ceiling, ignoring the heavy feeling in his chest. The silver haired teen was going to kick this sickness as soon as possible, and find some sort of way to make himself tougher, to become like his brother and father and not be afraid to fight. Yeah, he still wouldn't like it, being a pacifist by nature, but for them he'd do anything. It was a necessary evil, one could say. He was going to reinvent himself, and he was going to kill that...that thing, what ever it was, by any means necessary, even if it cost him his own life.

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This was really awkward to say the least, at least for a young half angel like himself standing at the door to the Realm Officials meeting room. In his hands he held a container of food his father had prepared for his mother, but of course she would forget it. She was high up there in ranks, but still forgetful of the small things. It was even more awkward when someone, a kid around his own age, exited the room. He straighten up, and pulled his wings more in against his back, recognizing a Nimparon when he saw one. Always respect authority, that was one rule in the Cloelius household that Ignatius, better known as Neci, did not wish to break. Not that he really respected them in his head half the time, but getting chewed out by his parents wasn't something he'd particularly enjoy.

Neci sucked in a quick breath and approached the lion's den, so to speak. He slipped inside, mumbling sorry a few time, making a bee line for his mother. He wished people wouldn't have a tendency to stare, it made him want to slouch to make himself look smaller than his lanky frame would allow, but his mother would have his head if he showed such a disrespect in the presence of her coworkers.

His mother a tall woman, with platinum blond hair pulled back into a tight bun, and painted red lips. Sharp, honey brown eyes examined the container and she smiled slightly. Neci, himself, was tanned and freckled, with light brown hair like his human father, if he didn't have her eyes he would swear nobody would believe he was her son, honestly.

"Give your father my thanks, Ignatius," Irma murmured with the ghost of a smile, taking the container from his hands, silently dismissing him.

"Bye Mom, I will," He muttered, hoping for a verbal good bye, but only receiving a small nod in return as his mother returned her attention back to the meeting. As always, work before family.

With a small sigh the tall teen scurried back out of the room as quickly as possible. Once he was out of the room again he ventured to mutter a bit bitterly under his breath, "Pretentious stuck ups, the lot of them..."

October 16, 2014

Grey orbs followed the figure of a familiar teen. As most times, the other pranced in the office to give the most forgotten item of his mother's, her meal for the day. A smirk formed over thin lips, the bottom a little more plump than the top. A pink muscle darted out to lick the pale-like lips, once again liking the sight his eyes captured. This particular male was damn well attractive, and Asiam was in ever way interested. The other sure enough had the stench of a human along with the pleasant scent of an angel.

With quick movements the angel stood from his chair, bowed apologetically to Aheal, and slowly stalked after the half angel. Once out from the sight of the other Officials, the smaller male mumbled to himself.

"Pretentious stuck ups, the lot of them..."

A cackle left his lips, the laughter cutting so soon, as Asiam reached out to try and take the other's shirt hostage. Damn he wanted this guy in his arms; soon. If he managed to touch the other at this point he'd make sure to slam the cutie against the wall and let the lust spill from his lips.

Isaan chocolate orbz glanced up at such a familiar chuckle. For a moment the white haired male thought for sure that Asiam had come for him, but when spotting the son of an Official's, the youngest member knew exactly what the cackle was for. Ages ago, even though Isaan never cared, the grey haired teen would always tell him of his fantasy for the smaller male; and what a mind he had.

"You're pathetic." Isaan teased, biting into his lip after shoving his hands into the pocket of his pants.

Deamon gave a smile to his lover before nodding slightly and giving a wink as he left the house. Now, without having sex as he wanted, there was no way he could stay around his lover any longer, or the kid would possibly die. He was damn well horny and could feel that it would be lots of rounds before satisfaction hit.

-x-

Sitting onto the stool at the bar, the colorful haired man, more so of dark shades, beckoning for the bartender to come closer. "I'd like some vodka please. Nothing too fancy." The man voiced afterwards laying upon the bar.

Arish bowed in apology, giving nod after nod when being scolded. The man wished his father was still alive. When he passed, the leader of the Hunters changed; obviously. One that the coal eyed male didn't particularly like much. This was his job though, and no the dark haired male wouldn't regret staying in the organization after his father's passing, as he was to make the deceased male proud of him.

October 16, 2014

Stuck between a rock and a hard place, that was always his luck, wasn't it? Now he had that odd guy, Asiam he thought his name was, cackling behind him, trying to snatch his shirt, and the Nimparon kid was standing near by as well, and he couldn't tell whether he was antagonizing him, or the full angel behind him. Honestly, it was most likely Neci, considering how half breeds tended to be treated by those of a purer blood line. Just what he needed...more bullying, or what he interpreted as bullying at least.

The eighteen year old used some swift footwork, courtesy of those God awful gymnastic classes he was put through as a kid, though now he was a bit thankful for the balance and flexibility it provided, to dodge the other’s hand. The feathers on the tall teen’s wings involuntarily ruffled a bit at he turned to face the other, narrowed honey brown meeting gray for a moment.

“Excuse you,” He snarked, crossing his arms across his chest. Okay, screw his mother’s rules right now, because, frankly, this full breed was beginning to both creep him out, and make him paranoid.

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It didn't take that long for the soup to cook, thank God. Hadrail dumped the contents of the pan into a bowl, making put a spoon in it, nothing really fancy, he wasn't much of cook, honestly. Sighing, the blond carefully trekked up the stairs, bowl in hand, and headed towards the guest room he put Ruune into. He cursed softly as the contents sloshed a little, getting small drops onto the carpet. He scowled, he could clean it up later, but he hoped it wouldn't stain.

"Got your food, kid," The leader mumbled, walking into the room. He set the bowl on the side table and held back another sigh as he watched the kid attempt to sit up only to fail.

Silently, the icy eyed man helped the young angel sit up, adjusting the pillows to help the small boy sit up. It reminded of him of when his little sister was sick, fragile little thing she was. He missed her, and often wondered how she was doing, but he shouldn't be thinking of that now, the past was far, far behind him.

"Thank you," The silver haired teen whispered, though there was some frustration present in his eyes. The boy took the hot bowl into his hands, and began slowly eating, though Ruune looked a little reluctant.

"You're welcome, after that and some water you should take a long nap, kid," Angelo explained, adjusting the pillows behind behind his guest almost unconsciously, as if it was a habit.

"I know," Ruune nearly snapped at the older man, glaring slightly before ducking his head in apology, "...S-sorry...sorry...I just..." He trailed off, he just didn't want to be treated like a child by a stranger.

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Kay slipped into the bar in her normal fashion, and plopped down on the first stool she saw, which happened to be next to one of the infamous Triad members. At least she could have a decent conversation with the hellhound while she waited on Abel to be finished.

"I'll have what he's having," She mumbled, resting her cheek on her fist lazily.

She glanced over at the husband of her fellow leader and smiled a little. "Hey Deamon, I see that Angelo isn't here to keep you on a leash," She teased, her tone light to make sure her attempt at humor got across as such and not an insult.

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Abel wiped the sweat from his forehead and sighed, situating the smaller male on a cot in the medical bay, making sure he was laid out on his stomach, and that the brunette's wings were tucked neatly again his back so they wouldn't irritate his patient later.

"You, Jackal B., are trouble with a capital T," The healer whispered, pulling a blanket over the now bandaged and snoozing conman. Blood loss was a nasty thing for anyone, but he was sure with the proper rest and fluids the other would make a full recovery, but Abel would enjoy knowing exactly why the half-demon was so damaged in the first place.

October 17, 2014

Nothing was muttered after Neci's statement, Isaan staring to Asiam in complete silence, as the male's grey orbs openly scrutinized the body in front of him. Moments past, the taller male glancing up now, the grey strands of his hair ruffling with the wind. With a lick to the lips, Asiam took another step forward, intending on having the one of his interest trapped without a place to run to. There was much underlying feeling there, that couldnt be contained. The next to youngest Official member had his eyes on this particular specimen for some time now.

"What's the matter?" Leaning in closer to the smaller male with widened eyes. "Ya' nervous 'round me? What for? I wouldn't hurtcha' y'know." A hand lifting as he planned to stroke the attractive male's cheek. A hand caught his, Isaan glaring to Asiam as he spoke.

"I advise you never to entertain this guy, brat. He's much worse that what he seems, believe me....I know. He's told me countless times of how he'd like to have your blood smeared on his skin."

The eldest of the three averted his attention to Isaan and gave the angel a blank stare. "I advise he never entertain you as well ya sick bastard. Gets a thrill from his own brother. Who's tha' sick one, huh?"

With a heavy sigh, the snow haired male released his grasp around the slightly taller teen and smirked. "You still beat me by a long shot Asiam...or should I call you Si-"

"SHUT UP!" The grey haired male interrupted, shoving Isaan away from him. "Neci, I wouldn't hurt you. I promise. You're different. I love you." Once again darting his orbs to the smaller of the three. The youngest pure blood stared to the paranoid teen, wondering what his next words and actions would be. The brat would have to be careful.

A figure sat beside him, one that Edgardo didn't care much for until hearing the familiar voice. With a glance to the beautiful woman, the man gave a light smile as he once again averted his attention.

"Hey Deamon, I see that Angelo isn't here to keep you on a leash,"

With a cackle the Triad member shook his head, his face down in his arms. "Funny comment there Kay. Mm, my spouse is actually taking care of some kid that he found injured. My darling helps all those in need. He really is a good leader, huh?" Lifting upright and continuing his speech. "I hope the boy is ok. Who's to better take care of the brat except for Angelo and Abel if needed. We really have a nice team here in the neutral zone. It baffles me why this place always seem to be talked ill of. We are all family here no matter the blood and ties. Mm, but I don't need a leash. I wouldn't trade Hadrial for anything in this world." Speaking the last sentence mostly to himself, his words becoming nearly inaudible.

October 21, 2014

"Neci, I wouldn't hurt you. I promise. You're different. I love you."

Okay, Neci may have pulled a face at that. Creepy, so creepy. He hardly knew either of these teens, besides for passing them occasionally in the hallways at school, and seeing them in those Realm Official meetings. Even then he had never spoken two words to either of them, so that was coming on a bit too strong. Another thing was...how did someone he never talked to know his nickname? His mother never called him that, nor his teachers. Maybe this Asiam character heard it being said by his friends in the halls or something, either way this half angel wasn't the type to stand for this bull shit.

"For one thing, creeper, my name's Ignatius to you," He snarled, though he kept his distance considering he doesn't want his blood smeared on anyone's skin. Well, he always had his trusty pocket knife is worse comes to worse, and Neci was no pansy. School yard fights were still a thing you know...just as long as his mother didn't catch wind of them.

"And fucking two, I hardly know you, so if you think I'm stupid enough to accept some shitty deceleration of love you have another thing coming," The surprisingly feisty teen sneered, hand twitching to reach for his pocket knife, "Now go do us all a favor and choke, before I stab you in the jugular."

Again, Neci was a very capable person, and could hold his own, no pansy.

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"It was a joke Fido, heel," The brunette woman snickered slightly, smiling at the Triad member, "Angelo found some kid, eh? So that's why Abel was called out there earlier." Interesting, interesting...she wondered what the kid was, but didn't want to seem rude with her curiosity.

"Yeah, we are all family here, so tell the kid welcome to the family for me," Kay said, taking her drink from the bar tender, and taking a sip.

"Speaking of family...Jackal B. was attacked today...I'm assuming it was a Hunter...think it was the same one who got Coyote?" She asked quietly, voice a little more somber. She missed the old coot, he was one of her best friends, and, honestly, is death hit her pretty hard. The fact that Jackal B. had almost died today was pretty eye opening too...hell, she and Coyote were practically B.'s parents with the way they took care of him after he first entered the Neutral Zone as a scared eighteen year old. Well, if she ever met the asshole it was a clean shot between the eyes he or she would be getting.

"Oh, the Half-Breed almost got done in, do tell~," A cheerful voice suddenly rang in beside Kay, causing her to jump and glare. Pfft, Cat Sith...and the Fae off shoot of Demons in general. Tricky bunch, full of asshole, such as Nappas Zudel himself, the thief sitting next to her. Tiny but fierce could be used to describe him, but tiny and annoying could be used to. Also hard to take someone with cat ears and tail seriously, and the skunk stripe of white hair amongst messy black wasn't making it any easier. Honestly, anyone who wore a cloak was shifty already, but granted the fact that Nappas was a shape shifter made things even worse, that and his 'Holier than thou' attitude made Kay despise him and Jackal B., when he was around, want to throttle him.

"Oh go choke on your own dick, Zudel," the Brunette snarled, scowling at the man who just grinned in response. Uhge...asshole, complete asshole.

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Frustrating kid, honestly, this Ruune was equal parts mysterious and irritating. Though, he could understand his nervousness. The rumors of the Neutral Zone are pretty bad in the Heavens and Human Zone. The rest of the young angel's meal was spent in an awkward silence between the two, Ruune foucusing on the bowl in his lap, and Angelo occupying himself with looking out the window.

"...Thank you for the food," The sickly teen whispered, handing the man back the bowl, but refusing to actually look at him.

"You're welcome," Hadrail answered a bit mechanically, taking the bowl from frail hands, "...Just yell if you need something, alright?" The silver haired boy nodded, going back to being as mute as he was before...this kid was going to be a tough nut to crack.

October 21, 2014

Isaan glanced to his friend with observing eyes, watching the male's movements closely. The other kid had been pretty harsh, and the snow haired angel knew fully well of Asiam's personality. This was one he promised to protect, the elder angel that is, because of the other's troubling past. It has nothing to do with Ignatius, as Isaan cared nothing about the male. Not even a little. It was protecting the slowly thinning sanity of the one beside him.

There was a silence between the three, the youngest official member reaching to grasp a hold of the one who had confessed when noticing a shift. [Colors=plum]"You 're sadly mistakened brat. He means ev'ry lil' bit of what he said. Now, Asiam...don't be too upset ok. He doesn't understand you. I've told you....I'm the only one that can."[/color] Staring to the psychotic member with a blank stare.

Asiam trembled lightly, eyes closing before leaning forward and placing his forehead against Isaan's. "Am I that bad a person, yea? I can't even get tha' love of my life, and now...not even Neci."

Isaan now looked robotic as he stared to nothing in particular. This conversation would led to an action he never cared to much about. One he was never good at. Slightly sliding his hand amongst the other's back, a little emotion once again present.

"Be calm. I'm sure dat' Ignatius will give ya' a chance in tha' near future."

"You told him ta' stay away from me! How the hell is that ta' happen, yea?" Asiam yelled as he pushed the other away from him, grey, spherical orbs glancing back to the half blood. "You shou'd watch yar' mouth. Just because I love you don't mean I won't hurt ya."

Deamon smiled light to Kay accompanied with a chuckle. There was too much deep meaning in the last message from just a simple tease from the lady; albeit the man never had one to talk philosophy out with, so sometimes it couldn't be withheld.

"My apologies for that. Just haven't been able to rant much lately. Been really busy. So, how hav-"

Before finishing his sentence he stopped and smiled to the small cat-like male present, which he hasn't noticed until now. With a nod of the head, giving a silent greet, Edgardo lifted the glass of Vodka to his lips and swallowed the content inside.

Nappas wasn't such a bother to the Triad member, even though the other was a little badass that started trouble. True Zudel could be quite violent and placed Erin into critical condition, albeit it didn't matter much because he was family. At least that was how the hellbound man thought. Regardless if one included themselves or not.

October 26, 2014

Neci just rolled his eyes, this was a bit melodramatic to his opinion. Like he would give him a chance at any point in time...Asiam was creepy, and surely was fucked up in the head. Not that he had anything against people with problems, Neci had his own share of issues, but Christ...this guy was playing with a deck a few cards short. Well, good for Isaan that he was comforting his friend and all, but seriously, maybe they should invest in a professional therapist.

Honey brown eyes narrowed slightly, and he sneered. Honestly...this guy was just dying to get punched in the goddamn mouth himself. 'Just because he loved him didn't mean he wouldn't hurt him' What a fucking joke. He felt sorry for who ever ended up with this piece of work.

"...Again, like I said, go choke," The brunette replied, glaring darkly, stuffing his hands in his pockets, and wrapping slim fingers around his trusty knife.

"I'm out of here...," He mumbled, begin to walk try and walk away before things got rather messy and ugly.

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Nappas grinned and gave the hellhound a finger wave, and leaned on Kay, who shrugged him off rather roughly. The cat sith pouted at her and she just glared back, shooting him the finger. She was obviously not in the mood for his bull shit.

"Someone's grumpy."

"Someone should really fuck off," The woman nearly snarled, taking another gulp of her drink. This kid was cruising for a bruising at this point.

Nappas help up his hands in the 'I surrender' gesture, and said, "Geeze...I guess I was right."

Kay's grip tighten on her drink...this asshole really needed to just stop. She took a calming breath, and turned her attention back to Deamon, "As you were saying?"

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The snake-like demon organized his papers on his desk, and tucked the bookmark back into place in his book. He should go check on Jackal B. again. When he reentered in the infirmary he found the brunette awake, if only slightly. He was moving around a little, and his eyes were opened.

"Hey Abe," Came the weary whisper. It was odd to hear the half-demon so quiet.

"Hello, young one...how are you feeling?" Abel asked softly, placing a hand gently against the smaller man's forehead.

"Hehe...like shit, let's be honest here...," Was the somewhat witty reply, with a dry laugh.

"...Do you mind telling me what happen?"

"Ha...long story, Abe, long fucking story..."

November 4, 2014

Asiam glanced to the half breed as he, Ignatius, made his move to leave. With a hand reaching toward the other at a hesitant paste, the eldest of three gave a sneer and sighed.

"Wait! Maybe you and I can go on a date, yeah? What do you say?" Asiam announced, carefully eyeing the smaller male. "I know my first impression sucked, but...come on. Jus' one try, yeah? I won't disappoint ya'"

Isaan chocolate orbs just stared to his friend, a blank stare being giving. What ran through the white haired angel's mind at this point was something along the lines of relief and being proud. Of course Asiam was nuts at some points, but the other had simply snapped back to his normal character. The insanity never lasted too long. That was the pro of the subject. There was also one that most would consider a con, Asiam not remembering a second of his actions, albeit Isaan wasn't too sure if he thought of that as a good or bad thing.

The second youngest now gazed in Ignatius' direction, wondering of the answer that the other would give. He bet everything in his pocket, to himself of course, that Neci would refuse.

Edgardo gave a smirk, at the antics of the two before him. It was undoubtedly entertaining to see the other fuss at one another. It was clear that the woman didn't like the cat breed demon, however Nappas seemed to just tease Kay. There wasn't hatred there in the man. Just a cocky, intelligent demeanor laced in more uppity manners.

As you were saying?"

Deamon snapped out of his thoughts and glanced down to the container that once held alcohol. "I'm sorry. I do not remember. So, what is it that you two don't get along? Maybe for the fact that this brat is a troublemaker?" The man asked causally, although there was no deeper meaning that curiousity. The colorful haired male didn't intend to insult Nappas, that was just the way he spoke.

November 11, 2014

Neci paused and gave the pair a look. Seriously? If that psycho thought he'd go out on fucking date with him he had another thing coming. And then again he had other reasons...his part time job was risky enough with his mother being a Realm Official, and he didn't need some crazy guy trying to tail him. Asiam's ever shifting personality also made him highly uncomfortable, like his life was at risk every time he was within five feet of the guy.

"No thank you," Was his simple answer, trying to be polite after being such an asshole before, since the other seemed to have a positive personality shift. Though, Neci tightened his hold around his knife as he began to walk faster away. Why did he have the feeling that this wasn't going to be the last he saw of these two?

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"It would be because he put one of my best friends in the hospital once," Kay answered, giving a glare to the thief.

"Geeze, and you act like that isn't normal, people get shipped off there all the time by other people," The cat sith exclaimed, rolling his eyes slightly. Sheesh, fighting was a very normal thing in both the Demon Zone and the Neutral Zone, so why was it such a big deal he sent Jackal B. to the hospital once?

"Because, Jackal B. is an important person to me you little fuck," Kay scowled...the conman was like her son for Pete's sake! Trying to ignore him, and turned back to Deamon to add, "I mean, you wouldn't want to be around someone who tried to hurt Mary or Angelo? That's how I feel when ever I'm around Zudel." The man's husband and teammate were the only two he could think of for an example, so she hoped he didn't think she meant anything ill by bringing their names into this.

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"So...yeah, a Hunter found some shit out, and turned it into a personal vendetta to hunt me down. So, I got away using my wings, which, um, caused most of the damage I guess," The brunette finished softly, leaving out a key detail...such as Arish's identity, he was just referred to as 'the Hunter.' Why was he protecting Arish? He had no idea, he hated the guy...but he felt obligated to for some strange reason.

"I see...I'll tell Kay about this, don't worry, we'll set something up for you. As far as the Hunters will know you just disappeared," The fulled demon explained, patting the smaller on the arm lightly, and offering a comforting smile.

"Yeah...thanks Abe...," Erin muttered softly, turning his head to look at the off white walls of the infermary. He honestly didn't like the idea of going into hiding...it made him uncomfortable, and a bit pissed. He growled softly under his breath, bunching the sheets up in his fists, this was all Arish's fault.

November 27, 2014

Asiam gave a small glare toward the smallest of the three before a sigh was released and arms crossed over his chest. "Fine, that is understandable. I mean...you do not kno' me well. Little do you know princess...I'll be the best fuck you've ever had. " The organization member called after the other. Asiam could tell that Ignatius didn't care much for him, although he was willing to change that.

At that statement, Isaan rolled his eyes with a shake of the head. The eldest male didn't have much game. Straight to the point and blunt. The snow haired male could say that he was to blunt, albeit he had a sense of flirtatious antics. With a chuckle, the Nimparon smirked to the smaller teen before shrugging.

"I'll be going." The youngest official member announced, turning away from the two and beginning on his way. There was much on his mind, and it was, at the moment, bothering him. What was life when a piece of it was missing?

"I mean, you wouldn't want to be around someone who tried to hurt Mary or Angelo? That's how I feel when ever I'm around Zudel."

After listening to the two argue for a while, silently, Edgardo gave a small smile and nodded. "You're right. I wouldn't take too kindly to one who hurts Mary, or Angelo; however....everyone needs a second chance. Friendship doesn't come easily. There are some troubles along the way. Maybe Zudel here likes Erin." The demonic male stated, throwing a teasing glance toward the cat-like being.

December 6, 2014

Classy, real damn classy was all Neci had to say on the matter to be honest. The half angel wasn't a big fan of assholes like this, but he could at least be thankful that the brat wasn't following him. That'd be creepy...and stalkerish...gross. Well, regardless, he had to get home and help his father with dinner, so he didn't respond and kept walking until that when he glanced back those two weirdos were far behind him. To be honest...those two were both enigmas and in a bad way. Isaan, son of the Official's Leader, aka Neci's own mother's boss, and his family had a history of Fallings. Oh, the honey eyed teen had a habit of overhearing things...well, he couldn't help it when his mother and her associates gossiped, could he? Well, one fall within the mother's side; He heard his mother say she grew up with Astaat and Anya...the twins. Astaat was always a bit odd, persay, and Anya a gentle woman with a caring nature. It seemed as if none of that 'caring nature' passed over to the eldest Nimparon, but not only because of today's events, but from the rumor mill at school. Some say that guy's a beast on the battle field, though Neci never personally witnessed it himself, so it wasn't a fact. And the younger twin...the fugitive that got away, and honestly he was the last person that anyone would expect of any crime...Runne Nimparon. Personally, Neci could say that he had at least had extended interaction with youngest Nimparon, though it was only once or twice in school under the pretense of a class project. The kid was a mouse, barely talked, and only really got along with Isaan...so, to a part of Neci, the fact that Ruune committed murder was fucking weird. Kid looked like he couldn't even wield a weapon properly. The phrase 'it's always the quiet ones,' came to mind, but would a tiny, sometimes sickly looking kid like Ruune Nimparon logically have enough strength to murder someone, nonetheless his own twin's girlfriend. It just didn't add up to him. The disappearance was weird as well, though...but he wouldn't blame family for protecting family if that ever turned out to be the case. He was just making guesses though.

Then there was that Asiam guy...boy, talk about a bundle of crazy with a side of complete and total 'nope!'. To be honest he never really payed attention to the guy, and Asiam never really gave him a reason to listen around up until now. He wanted to know if he was messing with more of a fire than he already assumed. All he knew is that, that guy had a reputation, and it was not a very nice one. Now, it would be up to Neci to sort the fact from the fiction...though he was still going to avoid the guy like the plague. Curse his curiosity...it was peaked.

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"You're right. I wouldn't take too kindly to one who hurts Mary, or Angelo; however....everyone needs a second chance. Friendship doesn't come easily. There are some troubles along the way. Maybe Zudel here likes Jackal B."

"Oh gag me with a spoon, the thought of fucking that Half Breed makes me want to upchuck my fucking lunch," The Cat Sith said, making a face at even the suggestion, fluffy black ears flying back to press against his skull, reflecting his agitation at the though. As if he'd ever like that bird.

Kay rolled her eyes at the small make, and took another sip of her drink. "Honestly, this one doesn't exactly make it easy to forgive and forget and all," The mortal scowled, tempted to just shove the little asshole onto the ground. He made her want to punch him in his smug little face. Let's face it, Kay will never not hate the Nappas, it's a known fact.

December 8, 2014

Asiam cloudy orbs watched after his crush as he disappeared with the help of distance. A sneer escaped with a sigh following. That chance was ruined. The small teen didn't take interest to his advances, but the official wouldn't give up without a fight. With a swift turn, the the grey haired, older male took it upon himself to follow Isaan. It was either this, or to once again join the conversation in the meeting. Dragging along with one he called a friend was much more interesting at the moment, especially when he had finally provoked emotions from the snow haired twin.

"So what's it ya' plan ta' do? Y'know....if Ruune is dead....we can go search for evidence of who committed such a crime. I'd be honored to rip those bastards apart."

Isaan rolled his eyes before giving a dismissal wave with his hands. The teen intended to be alone, albeit he could see that, that wasn't to happen. "If anyone was to handle dis' it'll be me. Anyhow, what's it matter to you? I thought you all wanted Ruu dead. Ya' got your damn wish." A cold tone creeping into his voice as the youngest glared to Asiam.

"Oh chill. We ain't as stupid as you an' ya' father make us out ta' be. I mean come on...he's family right? Tsk, as if you'll just hand the guy over. Oh, an' I ain't never seen ya' take upon so much emotions. Hell, I'm surprised ya' even allowed that' kid to become a fallen." Brow raising in a teasing manner as he smirked from the reaction from Isaan, who's fist had clenched and body became as still as a plank.

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"Get lost Asiam." Isaan barked, chocolate orbs darting to the older male mustering much hatred. The grey eyed official had crossed the line. It was too damn much. What happened next didn't surprise the younger of the two at all. Asiam had placed his lips upon the Nimparon's in order to calm him. A technique that Isaan himself couldn't much understand.

Flashback

A figure stood in cold blood, eyes widened as the body before them laid lifeless. What happened was gruesome. Blood splattered the walls, as every object in sight had the sticky liquid coating it's skin. Organs were torn open with the marks of teeth embedded in the remaining pieces. The walls were designed with scratched of the struggling victim; remains of nails littering the carpets.

Chocolate orbs glance up in horror, hands raising as crimson liquid dripped from the palms, fingers and onto the ground below. Another menacing figure stood in the doorway staring to the other. With a smirk, the dark stature stepped forward and wrapped its arms around the smaller figure, white shirt being dirtied with the blood.

"Don't worry about this all Isaan. Remember....I love you." The older male whispered, turning the other around and joining their lips. The taste of blood coming into play.

Flashback End

Isaan slowly pulled away from the kiss and wiped away the lingering saliva. "I told you to stop that." The younger official stated with a roll of his eyes as he stepped away from Asiam to continue his journey.

Edgardo laughed slightly as he stared to the two before him. Kay and the cat demon was hilarious. With another sip of his alcoholic beverage, the man gave a stretch to stand. With these two had been fun, albeit...he was about ready to go back home to his husband.

"Well, it was nice to talk with you two. Oh, and Kay....I wish you all the luck on forgiving this guy. Er..I came for a drink. I should really head back. Angelo doesn't want me to stay here too long. Catch you all later." He stated, before making his way to the exit.

December 9, 2014

TIMESKIP

Present Day

Hard to believe it’s been eight years...and even harder to believe that he was now twenty-seven years old. He had grown from a naive young child, to a rather calm and collected adult, and it was surprising. Sure, he still had his paranoia, but his panic disorder, for once, was under his own control, and it felt kind of good not to rely on a calming touch every time he got a little frightened. Though thinking of that brought about the painful memories of years past, and Ruune would prefer to leave that behind him for the most part. Though, his twenty-seventh birthday was not being spent in a preferred fashion...tonight he was being a guard of sorts and it was not the funnest thing around. Though, Ruune, himself, was not really much one for fun and down time these days with his own time running short, but he’d at least like to spend one of his last birthdays with his friends and makeshift family. It would have offered some comfort at least.

So, here he was, sitting in the backseat of a dark car, watching from behind tinted windows as the residents of the Human Zone went on their merry way, ignorant to the trouble brewing around them. The silver haired man sometimes wished he could join them. He glanced to Angelo, his mentor of sorts, and one of the two leaders of the Neutral Zone...he looked tired, and a bit aged considering the strips of grey appearing amongst blonde...most likely due to the stress of the Demoni situation. And then there was Kay, seated next to her half-demon second in command, Morgan, she looked old...woman was nearing her 50s, but looked like she was in her late 50s, her entire head, once brown, now silver from age and much, much stress. She was still a tough woman though, and very tough woman. Deamon should be here as well, but Angelo thought that bringing a Hellhound into a pit of Hunters and Realm Officials might be a bit of a horrible idea. Which is where Ruune came in...he was Angelo’s guard tonight. He was to sit next to their leaders in a pit of snakes, just raring to bite...especially that current head of the Hunters...what a hostile guy. But they were here to strike an agreement against a common enemy...the Demoni, the organization that’s been giving all the Zones hell.

The car came to a stop, and the young mage went to slip on his mask, though he caught his own reflection in the window. Wow...if only his father and brother could see him now...Ruune looked more like a Nimparon than he ever had. The baby fat that plague him in his teenage years was gone, highlighting the sharper, yet slightly more feminine than average features; though that was a bit marred by the claw-mark like scar across his left eye. His eyes mirrored his fathers in more ways than color now, much sharper than they used to be...yet more troubled than they ever had been. His shoulders more board, though still smaller than he remembered Isaan’s being, and Ruune was taller than he used to be...he shot up after eighteen, and grew to roughly 5ft 9”...a little more average to say the least. And then there was his hair...it was short, only up to his cheekbones now. He still remembered cutting it all those years ago…

Flashback

The rhythmic sound of snipping filled the room as silver locks fell to the floor around his feet. Gone was the long hair grown to resemble his mother, and with it his childhood. Ruune had made a decision...he was going to say with the Triad, and Hadrail had told him that long hair would interfere with their training. Ruune...Ruune hated it anyways. It was annoying and sad to look at, and made him look like a child. This was the first step to leaving Ruune Nimparon behind and becoming someone new...someone strong...someone who could protect his family. And with that the final lock of hair fell to the floor, and the silver haired teen looked up only to see a stranger in the mirror, but it was a welcomed sight.

Flashback End

Ruune was jolted out of his musing with a concerned look, and nudge to the side from Angelo. “Sorry sir,” The angel muttered to his mentor, who sighed and shook his head slightly. Ruune figured it was because the smaller male slipped into his ‘sirs’ and ‘ma’ams’ again. Old habits die rather hard. Then the young Tracker slipped on his mask, it was simple in design, black with no real features and only slits for eyes. The only thing that stood out was the silver tear under his left eye hole, but other than that it was pretty dull. And with the addition of the mask he went from Ruune Nimparon, to the Triad Tracker, Veneto.

Angelo slipped on his own mask, black as well, though, unlike Veneto’s, his left his mouth uncovered and only had silver trim. These masks were not an unusual sight to see on Triad members Heck...it was a trademark. The blonde slipped out of the car, and was soon followed by his Tracker, then Kay, and Morgan. He glance at Veneto as he adjusted his trench coat...he could relate, considering he knew how uncomfortable it was for one of an Angelic heritage to hide their wings so tight to their body like that. Especially since Angelo was forced to do it himself. He sighed slightly...he wished Edgardo was here to be honest...but bringing a full demon to a place like this was asking for trouble, and he’d rather die than see his husband get injured by these people in any way. Taking a breath, Angelo lead the way into the Official Building… they were about to meet the Hunters and Officials to come to an agreement, and try to solve the Demoni problem. Well, if he couldn’t already tell this was going to be hell in a handbasket...

Kay wasn't all too impressed with anything in this pristine, crystal clean building. Pretty funny considering the amount of blood these assholes had on their hands, both demon, human and more. Morgan and herself made their way to the the Meeting room, following after Angelo and Veneto. They were soon faced with some of the largest sets of double doors she had ever seen, and that was a bit intimidating she had to admit. Veneto, surprisingly pushed it open, holding it open for all of them...she smiled a little...Ven’s always been a polite kid. Though, he seemed a little bit tense.

They all filed in, Angelo first, her second, and Morgan and the Triad Tracker picking up the rear. Ahead of them was the intimidating gazes of at least a dozen Hunters and Officials...wonderful. Kay, in her typical fashion, just plopped down into her seat, giving them her best ‘I don’t give a shit who the hell you are' look, and Morgan sat stiffly next her. Veneto was even more stiff than Morgan, sitting ramrod straight in his chair, and Angelo was just somewhere in between.

“We going to start this meeting, or just keep staring at each other like a bunch of morons?” Leave it to Kay to get the ball rolling in the worst way possible.

December 9, 2014

Present Days

Over the course of eight years, much had changed. Home felt no longer at peace. Angels and Demons had a greater threat than just the common cause of being born enemies. Lands and town were being conquered by that of the Demoni. The mission at hand for the powerful organization was yet to be found. Not a specie, other than themselves, knew of the reason for such heartless actions besides the opinionated overwhelming feeling of greed and power. It was the only cause that those without proof could conjure up. Not one of such oblivious humans could be taken seriously. From all beings, the mortals were the ones amongst vulnerabilities. Always depending on their gods to make their path. Such prayers brought laughter from an immortal's lips. Life wasn't easy; and who's to say that God wasn't planning death for just entertainment. If such a knowledgeable creature as human could be created and with just a simple option of choice given could become corrupted....who's to say that God couldn't. No one was perfect. That was a honest saying.

The man of such theory sat with dead eyes and clasped hands. There was one aspect that he could agree upon. Greed, power and wealth could corrupt one in such a small amount of time. With the beauty of a person being dragged along with the ugliness in the world....there wasn't a simple being that had an angelic soul. Chocolate orbs darted to the sound of opening doors. The Triad members of the Neutral Zone had finally arrived. With the absence of his father, Isaan himself was in charge.

Within the passing years, finally being to the age of twenty seven, the snow haired male could think he was no more blood thirsty than as a teen. That all proved to be wrong upon reading the fairytale of a child's book. Within obsessing, Isaan had taken value to a rose. Amongst that, he named them all. Even though all looked nearly identical, he could tell the flowers apart. As if he had become one with plants. With every death, the snow haired official would stain the white rose in the blood of the victim to have the other forever in remembrance. Isaan had gotten much stronger than before, having him shoot through the ranks and to his current position as a Lieutenant Colonel.

Arish, on the behalf of Isaan's stats, had, over the years, improved greatly. Within the years post his father's death, the dark haired man had always promised himself to be sitting where his role model once had. The will to move forward was driven by a force that Arik didn't fully agree with. Never have he had when living. It was hatred. The pure, sole hatred that Arish shared for another being. It was motivation. The power behind his will. Jackal B. That someone was the cause behind all the Hunter's hard work. It forever will be, until the death of him.

“We going to start this meeting, or just keep staring at each other like a bunch of morons?”

Isaan's hair hid the smirk that played against his lip. It was there for two reason. Firstly, the woman before him was damn well feisty; and secondly, it was pretty pathetic to be asking help from such lower classed fighters. Upon the newly entered allies, the white haired leader stared to one in particular. There was a strong connection he felt toward the being, albeit he could only connect it to the power source at the moment. The other seemed quite skilled. Whatever the reason, the meeting had to start one day.

With clearing his throat, fingers entwined as a chin sat upon them, the lieutenant opened his mouth to speak. "Let me start off by introducin' myself, as I'm sure most of ya' all know. I am Isaan Nimparon, Lieutenant Colonel of tha' Officials. I apologize dat' my father could not be here today, as he had to take care of business. I will start by sayin' dat' ya' all should listen up as I do NOT like to repeat myself. The Demoni has gotten much stronger than we last remembered. I was starting ta' think dat' maybe the last of 'em were killed long ago. This meetin', however, is for alliance. We all had to come together to defeat this group of rebels. I would like to propose a question. Does any of you know the reason behind the Demoni's actions?"

December 10, 2014

Veneto was unnerved from what Angelo could tell, and he had a reason to be...Yes, Angelo did know about his young Tracker's past, and who exactly the man speaking was to him. But from the outside the silver haired man was just stiff and unreadable to those who didn't know him well enough, but the Triad Leader could see glints of pale green eyes flicker from this Lieutenant Colonel and back to Angelo himself through the thin eye holes of the mask. It must be odd...to be faced with your own brother after so many years of separation...and it must be painful to keep mute about it. Regardless though, they had an alliance to form.

Angelo was the first to speak up, and Kay, thankfully, allowed him the floor. "First of all I would like to thank you for inviting us so...hospitality, to this meeting," He began, though the hospitable part was a lie considering all the looks they were getting from the Angels and Half-Angels around them, "I am Angelo, the Leader of the Triad and one of the two Neutral Zone Leaders, and this would be my Tracker, Veneto," At this the smaller man gave a polite nod, and Angelo himself gestured for Kay to introduce herself and Morgan as well.

"Name's Kay, Freelancers' Leader, and one of the two Leaders of the Neutral Zone...and this is my second in command Morgan," The feisty older woman greeted, glancing up from looking down at her nails, and Morgan gave a slight bow from his seat, yellow eyes flickering away from the government personal again.

"Now that introductions are over with I shall answer your question, Lieutenant Colonel Nimparon...," The icy eyed man spoke up again, "The Demoni...well, they are an enigma to say the least...we do that they tend to target those of a mortal or angelic heritage, and that, at this point, are basically the rulers of the Demon Zone, with their previous Council being systematically murdered by the Demoni themselves. According to our sources the Demoni is split into four Factions, each bearing a Commander who works under one singular Leader. As of their motives and goals...I have several personal theories, but no definitive proof. One being the obvious one, that they wish to overtake the government and their control, and the other being that they are a bunch of sadistic, power hungry people who enjoy making money off their...torture shows. I-"

"Um, If I may add my opinion in, Sir," Honestly, Ruune hated to interrupt, but...but he had a theory of his own, and wished to throw it out there.

Honestly, he was surprised to hear his soft spoken apprentice speak so sharply for once...well, he'd imagine that the young angel was trying not to draw any further connections to himself, and his usual tone of voice might be a give away, though it had grown a smidgen deeper over the years.

"Yes, you may Veneto."

So...Ruune had the floor now, which meant public speaking...great, something he was horrible at. At least he could talk with out stuttering over his words so much now. "Well, knowing what we know about the Demoni, and their rather gruesome killing patterns...wouldn't it be logical to hypothesize that their main Leader and many of their subordinates have some sort of vendetta against either Angels, or humans or both? It could be assumed that the core of the problem was a need for vengeance from the main members, and they gathered and manipulated those of similar beliefs into working for them, and doing the dirty work. From there it could have blossomed from a simple need for revenge, to a plan for an violent uprising. Or delving even further...it could be the main Leader manipulating the subordinates using what I just stated as a guise for an even bigger, more insidious plot. Since...being rather honest here...a lot of Demons and those of Demonic heritage, and even the Fallen all have a reason to, no offence, hate both Humans and Angels, and those of Angelic heritage, due to prejudice and rather poor treatment...thus it would make them the perfect pawns for what ever the big Leader was planning...though this is all in theory, and had just been something I have personally observed over the years."

Maybe the fact of his approaching date of his Contract within a year's time had made him bold, or maybe it was the fact he had grown up from the Ruune Nimparon he used to be, but he went through that entire speech without a single stutter, and managed to remain firm enough in his tone. Honestly, it was a little scary to make the observation that he sounded a bit like his own father during that speech. It wasn't too noticeable, but it was just noticeable enough to him. In an odd way he wished Aheal was here to hear that...even though he wouldn't know it was Ruune who said it. Though, he was still avoiding eye contact with his twin the whole time he was speaking, and even now after he was done. It was painful to see Isaan, an not even be able to ask if he was doing well. And it was just as painful to feel the tug of the bond wishing to reconnect after all these years...but he shoved his severed end of the bond into the back of his skull, and ignored it. If the bond ever flared up again, especially now...well, he couldn't afford to be coddled at this point in his life, and the questions and the verbal confrontation that was bound to happen in that scenario would not be too fun either. So...it was best to remain dead to his family, as much as it hurt.

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