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He hadn’t sought out Changseon in a long time. Chen had many reasons to avoid the other, many perfectly good and logical ones but none of those really applied in the end. The feline was simply avoiding his ex, wanting to keep as big of a distance between them as possible. Which actually wasn’t as easy for him as he originally thought, the two demons were too damn similar. They both drank too much, and knew all the same spots. Some sort of magical pull bullshit kept them together no matter how hard they fought the universe. 

The next time Chen felt the pull, he didn’t even try to run from it. It was probably the handful of drinks he had consumed; along with the highs of a few recent kills. Running into Wrath himself, didn’t seem like the worst possible outcome. But that probably wasn’t his most rational thought speaking. 

The moon shines brightly in the sky; luring a false sense of peace over the quiet park in the late hours. The drop of his foot echoes as he walks through the small tunnel beneath the bridge. He’s been on the prowl for an hour now, in the worst mood since he spent most of his day with his demoness saviour. Any day with Vienne was a day that was meant to end in bloodshed - whether ordered or not. 

There’s a trail of bodies behind him, littered around the park and steadily growing. Like a rabid feline he pounces at the first person he sees. Claws locked deep in their sides as he attacks in an instance. Another body falls, the soft cry of a human not too far away. Blackened eyes find his prey, the demon whipping off in a quick run that has him easily catching up. 

“Don’t scream, girl. I hate when they scream.” She’s on the ground, shuffling back away from him. He doesn’t really care, delighted by the pure look of fright on her face as he licks the blood from his claws. Creeping closer, he’s less than a foot away now. 

His blood sung as soon as he had walked past the place. The demonic feline found himself staring up at the building, eyes narrowed in thought as he weighed the option of walking away or entering. He must have been bored, a snarl on his face as he gazed in every direction, trying to find what was calling out to him. Chen followed his instinct, followed that spark of power in the air until he found himself blocking the way in front of someone in the middle of a public space.

He’s been lurking in the hallway for what feels like hours. Head throbbing, arm sore but popped into place. Chen drags his feet, staring at the door as if it were about to burst into flames. He knows Changsun is in there, he can feel it. But the last time he had shown up here, things had ended on undetermined grounds. As in he was still having trouble getting that pathetic demon out of his mind.

He doesn’t know why he came here. Doesn’t know why he’s been just standing, too scared to knock. Injured and sore, he could have gone anywhere - anywhere but the place he would probably be mocked for his injuries. Wrath was always warning him of hunters, and yet the feline never listened. Never would either. 

steer place a hand under their chin to make them look up.

He had been glaring at everything and everyone, avoiding the gaze of the superior demon. Chen glowered, inwardly raging a war on himself. His control has never been poor, but perhaps he was too deep in his anger to notice the havoc he was wreaking on the outside. The lights kept flickering, the bulbs threatening to explode under his influence. Random objects were floating in the air, hurling at the wall with every spike in his turmoil.

The fingers curl around his chin, anchoring him somewhat to this earth. It’s not until his head is jerked upwards, blackened eyes meeting the demonesses. For a second, he forgets what he was fuming about, everything dropping to the ground as his influence dissipates. His eyes turn back to their normal shade of hazel, the demon no longer on the edge.