The affliction of having his most loathed sibling
fracture through the seemingly impervious slab of steel was like a vile phantasm only a dervish could smile at. The resounding drum within his plastered skull deafened the words his moron of a brother utter, and he's most appreciative of his state for that sole reason
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The release is enough to bring tears to the God's eyes.
He sinks to his knees, eyes skewed shut, tears falling down his cheeks, jaw clinched tightly, head bowed to the world.
He lost her.
LOST HER.
He regains himself enough to open his eyes and look at herc. Long enough to remember Ares and walk into the house and drag him out. Long enough to place a wall between them large enough to keep them seperated until they get to their respective homes.
And he's gone again. Perched on the roof of his temple, licking the sweet sweet blood off of the length of his arms, scooping it off of his back and licking it from between his fingers. Tasting it. Oh finally tasting it.
His energy spreading over the world. Like a black velvety blanket, Chaos envelops the world. To cause who knows what.
Both sated and growing more farel, on his roof he sits. Licking. Needing.*
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Lord of Chaos..Would you like some more? *she holds out her arm and the blood flows down to her fingers in invitation*
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Female.
Wounded.
In a second he's off the roof and slinking toward her. Wry grin placed on his face.
He grabs the arm roughly and looks at the blood streaming from fingers. Gently, at first, he licks the wound. Calm on the outside, heart racing on the inside.
Oh careful.
Careful with this one.
A snap of senses and he's ripping into flesh with his teeth, tearing into it. Devouring it. Holding the arm with a strength known to few.*
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