#para:long

@madokaxhope

Oz had had enough of making deals with devils. No matter what shape they took, human and chain alike, it never meant anything but trouble. Oz had been around those tunnels of lies and paths that lead to artificial lights one too many times already. He knew the drill, knew that everything was always too good to be true, so he shouldn't have been tempted by one more false promise.

But then this thing had appeared before him and promised something no one had ever before been willing to give the hapless heir to the Bezarius dukedom. “You know what my original sin is?”And all it was asking him in return was something he wouldn’t miss. Oz was about to consider it, before this creature it didn't want it from him, it wanted to get to his sister. 

guardian-of-vessalius

The last time Oz had seen Gryphon, it was a powerful bird with a dark presence. It was a chain that seemed hungry for fear, power, and Oz's blood on its beak. The first time he'd seen Gryphon, he was being sent into the Abyss. The last time he had seen that chain in all its glory, Oz was making a stand and a demand to match. Honestly, he'd never thought he'd have to lay eyes on the Bezarius chain again, and he couldn't help but think he still wasn't looking at that powerful being.

But the person, no chain, in front of him had that same presence. The same fear Oz had been forced to endure when he turned fifteen was now showering him in chills and instincts were shouting to get out of the situation as quickly as possible.

bloodstainedbread

There were only two things Oz knew for certain at the moment. One was that he was certainly somewhere he wasn't supposed to be, nothing looked familiar and every step he took seemed to be in the wrong direction. Added to that, it was freezing, and Oz didn't have the right kind of coat to keep out the cold. The second thing he knew for sure, was that his fever was making him delirious. Shapes didn't hold their form and images were distorted beyond what he thought they used to be.