Nico

“’fraid so.” Theo had to roll her eyes. She’d be lying if she said that she hadn’t damn near drained a few people. She never realized just how easy it was to get her fill before this place. In the cells with a brand was equivalent to starving a succubus or incubus…. something that he seemed to know so well. “Maybe if they actually gave us real tastes here, we wouldn’t.. act out.”

          This place is a smoke filled maze - the whole town probably charmed to confuse ‘slaves’ who try to escape. Even now, through the fire and screams of those burning. She knew this would happen eventually - but not now, not so soon. Not with her inside. The Angel fled the courtyard as quickly as her abilities presented themselves - leaving a guard to choke upon his own blood as she climbed the wall. He would die in the hell fire at her back.

          The heart of Thorn Haven was worse, bodies running over bodies and in different directions. Building’s burning to the ground. Everything felt all too fresh and familiar in her mind. She had to remind herself she had a goal - the only thing keeping her still planted in this city. She turned a corner and then another - the footfalls of another sent her on the attack without a second thought. With the small amount of power she does have, she lifts up a discarded knife before snatching it in her hand and swiping forward. “Back the fuck off.” Once she may have been a healer - but now, she knew the exact place of every vital organ. 

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Must it all be a joke with this one? Didn’t he saw what was happening around him? The guards falling, the slaves running. “Stretch your legs?!” what an insult his words were “Do you think this is fun?” 

Each word out of this one mouth only served to aggregate the old creature, and before he decided to end his life he gave the boy a chance to get away, maybe a guard would get him and save him some time.  

“Hush now, and get out of my face child. If you are not here to help get out of our way.“

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“Does it really matter, child?“ lazy one, probably so used to the cells that he didn’t know an opportunity for freedom when it hit in the head. And How the old creature wanted to hit him in the head, maybe that would bring him some sense. Still, he gave it the benefit of the doubt. The boy was probably a result of the environment he was in. He didn’t know any better. 

“When are screams ever fun?“

“My point.” a singular nonchalant shrug was offered in response, as if to conclude the human’s thoughts on that specific matter. There were plenty other things to do or worry about that seemed to outshine the opinions of nobodies – mind over matter, they said. Or something like that. “Only further proving my stance – why are you here, putting all that incubus to shame, instead of.. you know, luring them in, catching them up in your web, chewing them up and spitting them out? You could do so much damage to their fragile little egos.. have them wrapped up all around that demon tail.” 

“There is. I’m curious to see and feel what ideas you have.” Ramiel rebutted, though he was mostly being serious. The ash blonde looked back at the incubus with an eager shine to his eyes, instinctly drawing nearer at the sight of his wiggling fingers, lips curved in a smirk. “Yes I am. We’ll do just fine without powers. There’s a lot to be said to simple human skills.” Leaning in, Ramiel pressed his lips to Nico’s, testing the waters, eager to see how the other would respond. 

“Aren’t these turds hating on my hot ass already, anyways?” Tatiana shrugged her shoulders – see, she wouldn’t go as far as to call the females around ‘ladies’, that would have been too much of an overstatement. Licking her lips, the girl released a bored sigh, hand pushing her hair back as she tapped against the bars of Nico’s cell. “Why not snag both, Nico? Don’t tell me you, of all people, are monogamous.” 

“Well, there’s always the bunch that likes to share – you know, who’d indulge you in sexual liberty.” Being claimed wasn’t something entirely bad, not if you knew how to weasel your way around the rules, and find the proper person for yourself. But, that was Nico’s business. He’d figure it out for himself. “Aren’t I?” Tatiana chuckled, spinning around “Just look at me.. I look like one of those posh celebrity Manchester wives!  –Except I’m much younger, much classier and a whole lot less wrinkly.  — And I still get to have all the fun I want.”

“Shy? You misunderstand me. I’m all good, I was insinuating you might not be.” Ramiel replied with a small smirk, shrugging his shoulders and taking the time to survey the other just as closely as he himself were being surveyed. “Indeed we are.”