10; accidental voice
"Why is the-*CLUNKCLUNKCLUNKCRASH! There's an unpleasant crackle of electricity and a loud yelp. More thumps. Lots of thumps, whoever's in this current state of incurable klutziness can't seem to regain his balance.* ABEL!"
"Cain! *a sigh* I told you I was going to be rearranging the room, we needed a third bed, so things had to be moved around."" ( Read more... )
"Cain! *a sigh* I told you I was going to be rearranging the room, we needed a third bed, so things had to be moved around."" ( Read more... )
It didn't seem as if Cain was by any means done there though, his brother had taken up a spot on his brothers chest, and had firmly grabbed a nice fistful of hair]
O-o-ow! Ow ow OW! G-get off! Get off me! CAIN LET GO!
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Trădător!
[That betrayer was upon Abel, ringing his hair like some barbarian about to slam him into a guillotine. Instead, the Nosferatu rushed in, his hand lashing out like the strike of a serpent and coiled around Cain's throat to slam him violently against the adjacent wall.]
YOU WILL NOT TOUCH A HAIR ON HIS HEAD.
[Enrage fueling his hate, his eyes were alight with all the fury of Hell, with his jagged tooth-filled mouth as it's gates.]
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Still, despite the pain, the ringing in his ears and the spots dancing across his vision, Cain fixed his brother's adoptive father with hateful look - summoning the strength in this frail, failing, useless body to claw and kick.
What he wouldn't give for all of 01's full power.]
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No one would have been permanently injured.
Perhaps that was why he was so quick to defend his brother... After he got his breath back.]
S-stop! Don't hurt him, wait! Alucard, let go! [... Even if he did know the truth about his sibling. Even if he was aware of what the man would do to him if they ever returned. Did it really matter here? To kill him here, it'd never translate over, it would have no effect, and the other would just come back in a worse state than before. There was no point.]
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[The beast's hate-filled snarl was like a breath of flame, accompanied with the smell of sulfur. Abel's forgiveness was insufferably incorrigible, so he took it upon himself to make up for his foolishness by one-hundred fold. A sigil-tattooed fist shuddering with all his wrath as he leered back daggers upon the black sheep, he relinquished and let him drop.]
Your only favor, child, lies in the binds that are upon him.
[Abel's only luck here was that Cain was chipped.. had he attacked him without it.. He snarled at the very ideal, loathing ever-more that he treated this traitor with such flippancy.]
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Had Dietrich only stayed put his plan would have been executed and he'd have that infernal mechanism out. He wouldn't be sitting here, trapped in a body that was solid but rotting, staring up at a beast far more dangerous than he. He wasn't an idiot. Anyone could see that there was something unnatural about this man.
There was no greater pain than Cain's wounded pride, though. He struggled to keep his expression neutral, to regain that calm that had previously permeated the very air around him, but things were just going so damn wrong.
If only this were a millennia ago. If only that man were Lilith. If only he'd had the sense to know that she was a danger to him even in death, even without Abel's aid.
Things would be different. They'd be bowing before him before they fell victim to the fires that would cleanse the world of all life.]
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He didn't embrace his fallen brother. He wasn't stupid. Alucard would lose whatever precious sanity he had left if he preformed that kind of open defiance. Instead, he rested his hand on the elders shoulder for a moment, before quietly moving in front of him.]
But it's a favor none the less. Attacking him in this state would be like beating on a cripple.
... It didn't hurt, alright? I was just surprised. Things like this happen.
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Provoking you in your own is a death wish!
[Not that Abel would ever lose his composure enough to do such a thing. Yet it was obvious enough to him that Cain had no value on his own life. He turned his hard ember-like gaze to the fallen betrayer.]
Is that how you award your flesh and blood whom allows you to live?
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Only then did he sidestep out from behind his brother, pausing a moment to regard the man's stance. The look on his face. It was perhaps matched by the suddenly cool and composed expression that settled over his own. There was nothing goofy or silly about this. No, this was the serious leader - but which one was only for him to know.]
I would never hurt my own flesh and blood. [His tone is soft, a rasp to his voice, those frosty eyes like glaciers as they bore into the other's fiery ones.] If you consider Abel your child, you'll eventually have to accept that I am as much apart of him as he is of me. [Originally one being.] To harm him would be to destroy myself.
I don't know what madness possesses you to think otherwise, but he is my brother and I love him. And you've no right to intrude.
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He said nothing as Cain spoke, holding his tongue perfectly as his brother professed to loving him, claiming he'd never harm him. As if punching him wasn't harming him... As if he didn't already know very well what would happen as soon as he left this place. If he ever left this place.
He'd not let Cain catch on to that. He'd disguised his newly found distrust of his brother as overwhelming care. Always needing to know where he was going, demanding that someone be with him, that he keep the communicator on...]
...
[No, he just kept his silence. There was no need to interject.]
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[The roar was reflective of the voice of God. Unshakable and absolute.]
You, as disgraceful as you are, are every ounce of my blood as he.
[There. He had admitted it. Accepted it. And loathed it all at once.]
For that I shall not ever have you raising your hand against him--Be you feigning a harmless lot now or not.
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