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  I…I’m sorry I…I don’t think you’re the Caesar I’m looking for…my sight’s been getting worse…

{{No. Please don’t touch him. Joseph withdraws a little, looking more and more ashamed as he does so. He has no idea when these fresh wounds had appeared on Caesar, but he vividly remembers doing some things he was not proud of.

{ ○ } The other's move seemed to startle as well the younger one, hands being moved away quickly as it reached once again the throbbing forehead. The blasted thing --it was there, he knew it, he could feel it draining his own energy, forcing him to do and say things he wasn't really thinking, depriving the original Zeppeli of his freedom for a fake, ephemeral sense of happiness. 

And even thinking like that, with the awareness of the bud himself, caused him to wince in pain and spit some blood --far from the figure who just refused him and broke his heart. The creature in his head coiled,squeezing his brain as he seemed indeed suffering because of just those words.

…C…Caesar?

{ ○ } But of course, the trick wasn't working at all --as the young one, despite the blood and the wounds still staining his figure, approached and lightly caressed the elder's shoulders, eyes widened with shock.

  Mmmm, nicely, nicely! These shoes have seen some wear but that’s no excuse to be rough with ‘em!

{{He withdrew his foot, lifting up Caesar’s chin with the toe of his boot. Yes, this was good, that wonderfully submissive look on his face. Broken at last. But still—

Can I trust you, though?

How do I know you just won’t try ‘n kill me while my back is turned?

{ ○ } His eyes were dull, no more filled with the usual spark of life and fire making the Zeppeli's gaze so special. Broken at last, Caesar himself was nothing but a doll under the other's complete control --and the control itself making Caesar extremely okay with being controlled.

  Mmm, yeah, you got the hang of it rather quickly, didn’t you? Such a damn fine lil’ pet. But…I change my mind.

{{He taps one booted foot against the floor impatiently, even humming a bit. His eyes are fixated on Caesar, but they are cold, calculating, as if looking at an object and not a person.

{ ○ } He didn't like that gaze. It wasn't the gaze he remembered, the one he was able to associate to the figure of the beloved vampire. He felt like he maybe did or said something wrong to him and let out a pained whine, immediately leaning down and obeying the master's command without even flinching externally.

  {{Yes very good. Unfortunately for Shiza-chan, Joseph is instead going to recline on the couch instead of lavishing affection on him some more.

I’m sure you did~. But you know what I miss?

{{He kicks his feet around almost childishly.

{ ○ } He was ready to lean with him on the couch but --hey, he commanded something, and no matter there was still a flame struggling within the depths of his soul, his body moved and knelt right next the vampire's feet, tilting his head.

You called, Caesar~?

{ ○ } THE KISSES ARE APPRECIATED. FLESHBUD OR NOT.

No problem~! No problem at all, Caesarino~.

{{Joseph cupped Caesar’s face lovingly between cold, gloved hands, staring deeply into those eyes that were at once foreign and familiar. The bloody film covering them couldn’t obscure the fact that they were still beautiful specimens. Glimmering fangs were rolled over by a slick tongue, the more animal part of him wanting to lick the blood off of those fresh orbs. And hell—when such a nature was calling, why resist? He leaned in, holding Caesar’s eyelids open with surprisingly gentle fingers, flicking his tongue over them, savoring the salty, metallic taste of tears and blood.

Now—to open your mind. Ain’t bein’ an angel borin’ for you? You never were an angelic kinda guy. More demonic, if I have to say so. So won’tcha become a demon for me? You’ll have a lot more fun like that.

{{With that new sight came the glimpse of a horrifying realization: Joseph’s hair was no long static, instead waving about suddenly as if whipped up by some freak wind. Tendrils started to sprout from his scalp, writhing in midair, dripping with a disgusting, saliva-looking substance, blossoms flowering into carnivorous-looking buds.

Don’t move too much!

Yet, his words sounded odd even to his ears, honestly. Why this sudden talk of demons, he wanted to ask, eyes being squeezed a little --almost as if the subject was almost too hard for him to understand. He was ready to whine, and complain, but then, those weird, tentacle like things just appeared, and Caesar's blood froze with fear as he couldn't even try to avoid those things to enter in his forehead and invade it with their presence, tendrils wandering, severing skin, veins and meat, penetrating the skull and coiling in it until his brain was completely wrapped with them.

« J-Jojo, it h--make them st--ahn!! »

  There we are! Good, very goo~d!

{{And for that bit of effort, the ruined angel gets a kiss. A moment to caress Caesar’s face is all he needs before he goes back to his original objective.

This might sting a bit—but I’m sure you’re used to a lil’ pain, right?

{{The round things in Joseph’s hands are revealed, to no one in particular, showing themselves to be freshly harvested eyeballs, still dripping with blood. Where or who Joseph retrieved the organs from is a complete mystery, but the irises are a nice, bright green—the very same color that once graced Caesar’s face. Glistening fangs dip into Joseph’s wrist, drawing up dual wells of blood, before dripping the magical red elixir on both the eyeballs and into Caesar’s empty sockets. Without warning or hesitation, the vampire proceeded to shove the new eyes right into the angel’s sockets, twisting them around a bit until they were in the right way.

      Blinking once, twice --he could literally see the black crawling to the corners of his vision, blur slowly focusing the traits of the only visage in front of himself. Hands moved again, this time grabbing the vampire, eyelids fluttering, those brilliant eyes slowly becoming Caesar's.

      « Jojo, what. . . thank you. . . »

  Don’t be that way, Caesar~. You should be smilin’. I got you a present~!

{{Joseph pulled the angel up by his hair, making sure his face was nice and open for viewing. Even when he looked like complete shit he was beautiful. The vampire’s other hand held something curious—two round, wet somethings, to be more precise.

{ ○ } Dammit, if he was pushy. He mumbled and crawled with a hand leaning towards the wall, empty orbits blinking for a moment before the whole head moving towards the source of the voice, voice cracking

Caeeeeesaaaar~.

Wake up.

  I’VE BEEN BETRAYED.