I had always presumed the light to be pure

Keeping an eye on the two white snakes, Haou thanked whoever he was supposed to for the Light’s change in apparence. The king had to admit, it was much easier to hate the Light when he wasn’t wearing the mask of his possessed best friend. Although he felt bad for the poor soul who’s face he used now. He sensed a flicker of pity from the dark being before it was quickly snuffed. The angry energy from Tenebros shifted to frustration as the dark being leaned his face a few inches from the Light’s with another warning hiss. Haou could see the dangerous glow of the gold eyes they shared.

‘This is his real form. Sophocles played this innocent act on me before. In another cycle maybe this bullshit would’ve worked. Certainly not after the list of threats he’s issued tonight.’ Tenebros thought to Haou, the voice on edge. His eyes narrowed as he watched Sophocles’ micro expressions, waiting to see if the mention of France would garner a reaction. Since the Dark had a majority of the Light’s attention, why not see if he could get answers?

“He says if you wanted to make that last threat valid you shouldn’t have shown me your true form. And if France hadn’t happened he might be more inclined to believe your acting. ” Haou couldn’t help the mocking lilt to his voice now that he knew the Light’s real name. He didn’t know what happened in France, but if it would steal Sophocles’ attention from killing him, Haou was up for anything. 

Sophocles snarled in response to Tenebros’ hissing. And he couldn’t help rolling his eyes at the France comment. “Can’t you just let it go, darling? Honestly, any other man would have backed off, and yet you remain so persistent. Wait until Attondel finds out that you just can’t keep your hands off of me,” he cruelly teased, smirking at the pissed off Darkness. This new look was easily becoming one of the Light’s favorites, along with the look of horror everytime Sophocles slaughtered the Dark’s little dolls in front of him.

“And honestly, I do think you’re forgetting one little thing, dear dear Tenebros. You can’t see in bright light, remember?” He growled, before his body emitted a bright flash.

“Shit!”

The king tuck and rolled, barely missing the wild swing of the staff. Still he was on the low ground for a split second to long and had to bring his sword up to stop Sophocles’ staff from breaking his skull. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Tenebros lying motionless on his side with his back to the present confrontation. 

Not bothering to use their mental link, Haou yelled, “Tenebros, get up!”

No answer and no movement. Haou swore again.

He returned his full gaze back to the Light of Destruction, “do you always talk like a demented five year old?”

He struggled to get up for a moment, mostly due to the incessant giggling. He looked up, a crazed smile on his face as he laughed, “Aw, don’t like being treated like a child? Maybe you shouldn’t have acted like one for your first appearance, then?”

Sophocles stood up, grabbing his staff as it shifted, becoming his trademark scythe. “And fun fact, dipshit. By mortals times, I’m actually not even that old. I’m technically just barely 10 in mortal years, I think? Isn’t it hilarious that you get so riled up by a kid?”

Could immortals kill each other? Would Tenebros dying really affect the king in this state?

He had no clue.

What had seemed to work was distracting Sophocles with insults and misdirection. Haou had to give him other things to pay attention to.

“You won’t kill him. You’ve probably had plenty of chances in your lives and you still haven’t had the guts to do it. You can act all high and mighty and childish, but you’re still an ancient old man, clinging to old rivals just to get some damn attention,” the king snarled, his piercing gold eyes glowing and fixed on Sophocles’.

He happily returned the king's glare until Tenebros murmured something, drawing the Light's attention as he kneeled down next to the Darkness. His hand gently lifted Tenebros' head up, a glove having appeared wrapped around his skin to give them a barrier. His gaze was soft for a moment before it shifted back to his more mischievous smirk.

"Come on, T. Why don't you wake up and join the fun already? You're making me look desperate," the Light teased before letting him lay back on the ground and standing up himself. He dusted off his knees before throwing another smile at Haou, this time a little more bittersweet.

Keeping an eye on the two white snakes, Haou thanked whoever he was supposed to for the Light’s change in apparence. The king had to admit, it was much easier to hate the Light when he wasn’t wearing the mask of his possessed best friend. Although he felt bad for the poor soul who’s face he used now. He sensed a flicker of pity from the dark being before it was quickly snuffed. The angry energy from Tenebros shifted to frustration as the dark being leaned his face a few inches from the Light’s with another warning hiss. Haou could see the dangerous glow of the gold eyes they shared.

‘This is his real form. Sophocles played this innocent act on me before. In another cycle maybe this bullshit would’ve worked. Certainly not after the list of threats he’s issued tonight.’ Tenebros thought to Haou, the voice on edge. His eyes narrowed as he watched Sophocles’ micro expressions, waiting to see if the mention of France would garner a reaction. Since the Dark had a majority of the Light’s attention, why not see if he could get answers?

“He says if you wanted to make that last threat valid you shouldn’t have shown me your true form. And if France hadn’t happened he might be more inclined to believe your acting. ” Haou couldn’t help the mocking lilt to his voice now that he knew the Light’s real name. He didn’t know what happened in France, but if it would steal Sophocles’ attention from killing him, Haou was up for anything. 

Sophocles snarled in response to Tenebros’ hissing. And he couldn’t help rolling his eyes at the France comment. “Can’t you just let it go, darling? Honestly, any other man would have backed off, and yet you remain so persistent. Wait until Attondel finds out that you just can’t keep your hands off of me,” he cruelly teased, smirking at the pissed off Darkness. This new look was easily becoming one of the Light’s favorites, along with the look of horror everytime Sophocles slaughtered the Dark’s little dolls in front of him.

“And honestly, I do think you’re forgetting one little thing, dear dear Tenebros. You can’t see in bright light, remember?” He growled, before his body emitted a bright flash.

“Shit!”

The king tuck and rolled, barely missing the wild swing of the staff. Still he was on the low ground for a split second to long and had to bring his sword up to stop Sophocles’ staff from breaking his skull. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Tenebros lying motionless on his side with his back to the present confrontation. 

Not bothering to use their mental link, Haou yelled, “Tenebros, get up!”

No answer and no movement. Haou swore again.

He returned his full gaze back to the Light of Destruction, “do you always talk like a demented five year old?”

He struggled to get up for a moment, mostly due to the incessant giggling. He looked up, a crazed smile on his face as he laughed, "Aw, don't like being treated like a child? Maybe you shouldn't have acted like one for your first appearance, then?"

Sophocles stood up, grabbing his staff as it shifted, becoming his trademark scythe. "And fun fact, dipshit. By mortals times, I'm actually not even that old. I'm technically just barely 10 in mortal years, I think? Isn't it hilarious that you get so riled up by a kid?"

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“Aww, infatuated already? I’m truly flattered, dear Moon, but unfortunately, I’m a taken man. My dear partner won’t be too pleased to find another man had his hands all over me, you know~,” the Light teased, a shit-eating grin dancing on his lips as he turned to face Tsukiya and walk backwards

Such a cute reaction from the Luminary over such an uninteresting toy? Maybe there was more to this Youya fellow than Sophia originally told him. And the childish urge to play with this doll arose again, especially the thought of playing with him in front of Tsukiya.

“It’d be easier for this Youya to survive if you leave me be, you know. If I don’t check on him, Attondel will. And my dear partner has a bad habit of breaking all of his dolls, which would mean I wouldn’t get a chance to play with him!” Sophocles pouted, crimson eyes glaring at Tsukiya.

Crossing his arms, his form flickered angrily as his thought went back to the last doll Attondel had torn to shreds. He didn’t even get to play with that one, so he was especially determined to at least see this one! “If it pleases you, you can follow me and make sure I don’t break him for a while, hmmmm?”

Tsukiya’s silver eyes went ice cold, and they glowed menacingly under the murky night sky. They widened in an instance; pupils the size of mere beads. Sophocles was making the Luminary lose control of his emotions so very easily. 

Youya was Tsukiya’s everything. Some may say that was an overstatement, but for Tsukiya who had spend the past decade searching, and now this whole year chasing after some thief who planned on summoning the dreadful Sophia once more… A relaxing cup of tea served by a man whos smile was divine– so sweet and beautiful that his heart would flutter and his cold body would turn warm– would be the one thing that he could wake up for. 

“What would please me, would be the opportunity to wipe your Sophia-damned pesky ass outta existence …!”

Like two pair of powerful dragon wings, Tsukiya’s scarf flared sharply into the air, pointing up like an angry cat’s tail. The nearby fountain shook simuntaneously, then sprouted spurts of water out onto the ground. 

“And maybe while I’m at it, I’ll rip apart this partner of yours too.”

Tsukiya spat, his glare only seeming to intensifying.

The sudden spurts of water had indeed spooked the Destructive Being, but admitting it was below his station. Deciding to take it easy so he could focus on his surroundings, Sopho's hands came up to link behind his head as he turned away from the enraged Tsuki, "Listen, dear, as much as I'd love to pretend that you threatening Attondel or my mentors is scary, it's really boring. You aren't the first dumbass to threaten me with death, and you won't be the last. Hasn't that innocent wittle shadow told you that?"

Finally taking his attention off the Luminary, Sopho simply pulled out his phone to bring up a map. He hated this damn mission. It'd be more fun to just level the town by rotting the structure off these buildings, but nooooo, Sophia wanted him to check out these dolls that pissed her off. Last he checked, he wasn't some damn errand boy.

Says the little doll who carries a toy everywhere. Aren’t you supposed to be with your parents at this age, or did they finally give up on you?

“It’s too cute how ridiculous you are. You think friends are gonna get you anywhere? The only friend I have and need would be my boyfriend.

And you never answered my question about your parents. That hurts, little one.”

“You suck.” She spits, one hand clenched around the rope holding the puzzle around her neck.”Friends beat you before and they can beat you again. I’m not scared of you.”