#schwarzerxhirsch

Magia -arrange ver.-

Hannibal was light on his feet as he landed by Will's side, conjuring syringes filled with swirling light and air and color and launching them at the Witch as it drew its bow across its open throat, vibrations shaking the labyrinth to its core. Mischa was weightless, an extension of himself, as she moved gracefully through the air, trails of frost following her almost transparent form like contrails.

How funny that Will had never questioned how Hannibal had come to have a "minion" of his own to match the trombone-headed creatures that harassed them on their way to the center of the labyrinth.

"Easy, Will," Hannibal warned as the puer magi nearly crossed the path of one of the wires the Witch was sending flying. Will nodded, ducking in closer to his partner and slipping pistols from his sleeves, unloading them into the Witch. Bullet after bullet seemed to bounce off it until one hit its ear, a low groan emanating from the creature as odd flat roses blossomed from the injury.

"Its ears - sound. Of course!" Will jumped along the wires to better position himself, dropping the empty pistols to the ground and replacing them, his Soul Gem dim and dark on the back of his neck.

"You're the strongest Witch I've ever seen on this planet." The Incubator had said solemnly, perched on Hannibal's shoulder. "Maintaining this body is a waste of an incredible amount of energy."

"Will Graham will be even stronger, when his metamorphosis is complete." Hannibal replied, twirling the Grief Seed that was once his soul between his fingers. "I will abandon the glamour after that, Incubator. Do with me what you will then."

Hannibal smiled as he stepped over Franklyn's lifeless body, shards of his shattered Soul Gem catching the light so they glimmered just so.

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His arms are around Will, holding him to him in an embrace that to an outsider’s view is full of love, desire, promises. But they both know it’s not, whatever dangerously mixes in Will’s senses, makes him want to believe it, Armand knows on a level he is aware this gesture is empty. 

Would David Talbot have been like this? He has to wonder. Someone with such keen abilities, would they have known of their own raping if seduced into it?

His small fingers caress his hair at the bottom of his scalp, pushes it away to reveal his neck bare and ripe for the taking. He opts to give him the choice for his life, he knows Will is not inherently a bad man. It’s a kindness he can’t afford. But what does Armand really have to lose anymore?

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She silenced, so Graham began to pace circles around her. Cold sweat began to form on his forehead and soak his shirt. His heart was pumping steadily. Giving a quiet growl, he tried to make that shut up, too, but it didn’t work. He had to pull through with this.

Hell, a large part of him was enjoying this. “I need information.” He murmured, words rough and coming from a rotten core. He yet had to over think his methods.

Brutes didn’t get anywhere now, did they? He lowered himself onto her eye level, unflinchingly staring back at her. “I’m dangerous. You know I am, hm? Did he tell you about me? What did he say? I want to know his wording. Come on, I know you’re bright. You can remember it.”

Information. Was that all? Was that really worth kidnapping Bedelia? She would have given him information without having been kidnapped. Just asking never hurt anybody, though kidnapping did. Now there was a reluctance to her, the will to not give him what he wanted. Bedelia was easy enough to speak to and, while there were things she was private with (as with most individuals), there was much she would be willing to tell somebody without kidnapping. Did he want some of the private information? He must have.

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