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There wasn't much to do, or so Heat told himself. He had fed his demonic senses earlier today and while everyone seemed to be resting, he strolled impassively through the sets of hallways within their base - so damn boring. Before, Heat had never paid any attention, didn't understand anything but how it was to obey to those orders, to finish their enemies quickly and swiftly, to have an absolute goal; and now, fuck, he wondered why he still listened to their "leader". It was obvious they weren't still the same, was it still necessary to continue with what they had done so far? Those thoughts plagued Heat's mind as he kicked the door's open and stepped outside, to savour the fresh air of Muladhara's area.
Serph turned his head passively when the door burst open, unsurprised to see Heat, perhaps the most violent of his inner circle these days. He found it intriguing, this anger Heat kept about him. Of course, it made things a bit difficult when it came to running the Embryon, but in it's own way it spiced things up a bit. He chatsised himself for thinking that way, but he couldn't help it. Ever since being hit with that light, ever since the mark on his cheek appeared and the demon inside him gained a voice, he'd been thinking such things. He prayed to Nirvahana that Gale never found out. The man was his friend, but his tongue could do with a muzzle. "You will break the door, Heat," he called in his soft voice.
Heat snorted, stepping closer to the leader. "And you can just find a replacement." There was something in his voice, it wasn't quite anger - not this time - more like amused disdain; before, he wouldn't have dared to speak up, nor ever comment on Serph's actions, but now, there was a fire burning within him that made him constest every single of the other's movements. Especially when they concerned the new girl...Sera.
"Yes, and waist the Embryon's money on something we shouldn't have to," Serph rose to his feet gracefully, like a cat, his gray eyes taking on an icy blue hint to them. Yet his voice was never raised. It remained it's soft, cool, calming whisper, like a brush of frost across the cheek. His eyes roamed over Heat, taking in features he knew and others newly awakened. The fiery red of his hair, falling into his face and cupping a cheek, the play of dull light across muscled forearms and toned thighs. He reflected the monster Serph knew was inside him, as hungry and violent as heat. Or perhaps it was the other way around. Either way, looking at him stirred something in Serph, something he wasn't sure he could name or even comprehend, and thus he pushed it back for the time being. "Be more careful in the future."