Misery Loves Company {open}

[Legion]

The sight Sebastian saw would be the demon child sitting on a chair down the hall with an eery blue light shinning down over her position on the chair. Her long black hair nearly framing her face as her dead lids looked out towards the demon butler that greeted her. Still so proper even as he purred like a newborn kitten. Still, she remained motionless on the chair. Feeling the rage steaming from the Resistance Commander as she quickened her pace to find her. Sebastian's attention on the other hand would be brought down to the back of his hand as he'd notice it was beginning to slowly peal off of its own accord. Like a bandage. And Legion was doing nothing. Nothing but sitting there in her seat with a blank stare in the demon butler's direction. Several foul odors coming from her due to the thousands upon thousands of impure souls that resided in the human shell of the child. But among them one soul in particular would stick out to Sebastian. A soul unlike the rest. A human's immortal soul among the legions of monsters inside her body. A single one crying out for salvation as his skin continued to peal unveiling the muscle underneath. Like that of a Christmas' present. And all the demon child continue to do was stare.

Stare...

Stare...

Stare.

[Ayen]

There was no talking to her now. She was beyond reasoning. The smell of corpses drifted towards her nose and was inhaled into her nostrils hard, but it didn't falter her. She pressed on, firing her way through the freed biotics that dared to stand in her way. Dared to hold her back from her goal of eliminating her best friend's murderer. Imai ignored the blood that was on the walls and the ceiling. She ran straight past the skeletons on the floor and the piles of dead bodies down in a pit. She didn't care about anything, anything at all except Legion. Blinded by rage, by the lust for vengeance. She ran, finding a flight of stairs and climbing up it with her gun still raised. She was coming for Legion. One way or the other.

She was coming.

[sebastian]

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The gaze remained intrigued, interested, maybe even a trace of admiration or respect. He wasn't one to get along well with other demons, it just didn't come naturally. But this… He couldn't deny the strange fascination he felt toward the other demon. Seeing her just sitting there, stiff and unmoving, watching him as if she never intended to take her eyes off him… It brought a sense of savage dominance through his consciousness. Survival of the fittest, believing one was better than the others; it was that instinctive urge of a monster toward another monster. But he was a monster with self-control; his fascination only increased the longer he held that gaze without any trace of fear, anger, or dislike. It was merely that sense of intrigue… The sounds and sense of Imai raging below failed to distract him. He knew she would arrive here shortly, along with her two Resistance friends. But he still had time before they arrived… Why not enjoy himself a bit?

It was then that he felt the strange sensation in his hand, and the gloved left hand rose as his almost bored crimson gaze dropped to the fabric. In a single, smooth motion; the glove was removed by his right hand and tucked away into a pocket. The eyebrows rose as he observed in what appeared to be mild curiosity as the flesh began to slowly peel away. The light emitted from his Faustian Mark intensified, brightening like a glow stick in the dim lighting; filling the area around him in the eerie violet color. Even as the skin continued to peel away, the symbol remained; etched through the lost skin, into the very muscle which was being revealed. The head tilted to the side, raven locks shifting over to cover half of his face. ”Oh? So this is what it would look like without skin…” He murmured, turning his palm toward the demonic female and examining the back of the hand. ”Fascinating… I thank you for showing me that. I was ever so curious if the mark was part of my very being, or simply a tattoo of sorts.”



He lowered his hand back to his side, and once again locked his piercing gaze upon the child. He knew it was all an illusion, it was physically impossible for the skin of a demon like himself to be peeled away. If a strip was detached, it would instantly begin to re-attach to the body. If it was stripped away entirely, it would simply regrow. He wasn't intimidated or fearful. He feared nothing; not pain, not death, not anything. A pleasant smile was fixed on his face, and the tongue slipped out to run across his upper lip and fangs; as if he were viewing her as a particularly juicy piece of prey. He was more or less becoming hungry as the aroma of souls intensified. Yes, they were impure; but he had long since learned to swallow impure souls and found it easy to put up with the rather bitter aftertaste. Pure souls were rare to the point of almost being extinct. But he had his contracted soul, his promised meal which he was looking forward to. So he made no motion toward her to try claiming some of her souls as his own, another difference between him and other demons. But then, his nose twitched as a familiar soul reached his sensitive nose...



Ciel Phantomhive… The demon’s eyes closed as he breathed deeply through his nose, taking in the scent he had come to desire more than any other before. Ah, how he had missed smelling that scent every day, constantly; how it had pushed his self-control to the limit at times… The strong, independent nature… Purity by his definition… The longing for revenge, no matter what the cost… The willingness to throw aside and sacrifice the pawns in his long game… The crimson hues opened slowly again, fixed on her as his sadistic smile curled his lips yet again. She didn't understand, did she? She was trying to frenzy him, to upset him with her illusions and powers. But she didn't see that he refused to allow the past to rule his existence. Presenting him with the Phantomhive soul scent was a treat, a sweet reminder of what had been lost. But he had moved on, he had given up on that soul. Not to mention it still existed, it was alive… Just in the body of demon, rather than human. And one day, he knew he’d return to it; that demon was his true master, their contract had never been fulfilled.

A chuckle rumbled in his throat as he continued to hold that gaze. ”Miss, is there a reason you are trying to tamper with my sanity?” He took a step closer to her, completely unperturbed as his skin appeared to continue peeling away. The fuchsia hues returned, cat-like slit pupils floating upon that ever-shifting sea of pink irises. Amusement glittered within the depths, even pity was starting to show. ”Such a lithe figure… Such a vengeful demon… Tell me, what are the reasons for your lack of control? Is it a longing to cause suffering for something done to you? Is it simply your savage demonic nature to revel in the agony of inferior beings? Maybe a mere lack of experience is the cause? Perhaps you are simply trying to vent some power which has been locked up for far too long? Or is it something else, Miss Legion?” The voice was soft, gentle, and yes… Even mocking. He was enjoying himself, reaching out to attempt toying with this low-class demon that had no sense of control or personal morals, no honor or desire to rise above the true monster that she was. It was sickening to him, and something he would target, manipulate, and exploit for his own entertainment. His right, still-gloved, wrist rose to his jawline as he pulled down on his glove with his teeth, tightening it as he pondered over what she might try next on him. This was something he would enjoy to the fullest extent…

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Thoughts ► "Such a nice demon..." -sarcastic-
Feelings ► Amused, intrigued, sympathetic

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Muse ► Great!
Tags ► Imai, Garrus, Kragen, Legion
Notes ► Apologies for skipping over you, Garrus and Kragen. I just couldn't wait to continue demon meeting demon here.
Music ► Si Deus Me Relinquit
Credits ► Aurion!

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[Legion]

But it wasn't an illusion.

It was reality.

His skin continued to unravel and break down until there was nothing but muscle and bone around his hand. And since both mind and body thought it was nothing more than a childish illusion, that there was no danger or threat. Sebastian's regenerative abilities did not kick in as quickly as they would have otherwise since as far as they were concerned, there was no need to. But whether he realized this sooner rather than later, whether his body simply regenerated the damage or not, it didn't matter. What did matter was this...

Sebastian Michaelis was wrong.

To make such a miscalculation could only mean that one could no longer tell apart reality from fantasy. To know what was real or illusion. And when that came to past, when the two are mixed together like black and white coming together to form different shades of gray, that was when she had you.

That was when your reality belonged to her.

“Such a lithe figure… Such a vengeful demon… Tell me, what are the reasons for your lack of control? Is it a longing to cause suffering for something done to you? Is it simply your savage demonic nature to revel in the agony of inferior beings? Maybe a mere lack of experience is the cause? Perhaps you are simply trying to vent some power which has been locked up for far too long? Or is it something else, Miss Legion?”

In an instant, Legion stood up from her seat and closed the distance between the two with her eyes boring down on the demon butler before everything went black.


“Retribution.”

And only her voice remained.

When the lights came back on Sebastian found himself alone in the hallway. Even the chair in which the child sat upon was gone. But when the others got there they would not see Sebastian Michaelis; demon butler. They would see her. Legion. And they would treat him as they would her.

And Sebastian would learn first hand just how alike people were to the young master when they are blinded by revenge.

By vengeance.

[Kragen]

Kragen never left Imai's side, providing support fire from his HKG3 as they made their way to a staircase and started reaching the location they last saw the demon child in. The Ex-Soldier wasn't certain what to expect. He had faced things he never thought could exist. Alucard, The Genius, abominations of the Crimson Vulture. And now a demon child who reportedly managed to kill their Captain with little to no difficulty. Needless to say the Ex-Soldier was on edge and wouldn't allow even the smallest, most seemingly insufficient piece of detail slip him by.

Because that was all it'd take to lose a life.

[sebastian]

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It was through the eyes of his true form which showed during this partial transformation which revealed to him what was going on. The Faustian eyes could see much more than the red hues of his human disguise. He raised his left arm again, feeling a strange.. Satisfaction... As he rolled up his sleeve to see what was there. The continuous loss of flesh did nothing but amuse him. And still, the symbol remained, it glowed still brighter, a beacon among these shadows. The pink eyes traveled up his arm past the elbow where the flesh still remained. A soft hiss of laughter seeped from between his teeth as the smirk grew still more. "So this is how you're going to play your game, Miss Legion..." He looked up from his arm at the flicker of motion showed her movement to stand directly before him. One might have stepped back or flinched at the sudden appearance of the bedraggled demon in their face. But not him. There wasn't even a blink on his part as the gaze swept across her body and to her face again.



Then there was nothing but darkness, shadows; lit only by that violet glow which came from his hand. The single word was breathed in her response, and his smile widened. Of course... She was a demon after all, such monstrous creatures who would do anything to get back at one who had damaged their pride or very being in some way or another. When all was light again, the eyes closed in content; excitement might have been present also. "Well now... I haven't had this much fun in centuries..." He spoke to himself, not really caring if she heard him or not. The head dipped toward his arm and he ran his tongue across the crook of his elbow, taking his time as the muscle passed over the exposed arm muscle and approached his hand. From the instant his tongue touched the flesh, the skin at his elbow seemed to stretch; following the tongue's progress as his own saliva took effect. Within seconds, his arm had regained its appearance, and he rolled his sleeve back down.

Looking at the reflective steel wall of the hallway, his eyes revealed his reflection for how it would appear to the Resistance. It wasn't his own reflection he saw, it was the demon child. The only difference was the eyes, they were not soulless and dark. They glittered with the same color as his true eyes. He was stalling, allowing the demon child a head start; and planning to have a bit more fun. If he was going to appear to the Resistance as their enemy, he would allow himself the pleasure of seeing their terror, their fury, upon laying eyes on him. The demon slowly removed his glove form his right hand as well; tucking it neatly into a pocket.



He was still dawdling. However... With every second that passed, a shadow had begun to spread out from where he stood; a dark fog which floated about his ankles, spiraling up around his legs. The first feathers had begun to appear. And still, he remained... Waiting... The moment Imai, Garrus, and Kragen came down this hallway; they would see exactly what Legion wanted them to see. But only for a moment. They would glimpse him, and then he would vanish into the surrounding blackness; taunting them to come after him, when they truly had no way of doing so. As they arrived, the said darkness rose up about him; swirling around his figure and hiding him from view. Once those shadows faded, there would only be a few sleek black feathers of a Crow on the ground where he had been standing moments ago. Nothing impressive, simple bird feathers... A mark which the Resistance could interpret as they saw fit...

He was tracking her through her scent, aura; through her very existence. Any attempts to hide would prove futile. He had given her a head start, and now he would catch up to her with ease. He was not a solid being now, he was the very essence of the shadows which had taken him in just then. But his shadows were shaped... It was the shape of a crow; one larger than an eagle, made up entirely of the fog. He was soaring through utter darkness, a mixture of reality and illusion, the living world and the Faustian realm. No, he hadn't taken on his true form... She was a lesser demon, unworthy to set eyes upon the said form. Wherever she had disappeared to; he would be there... And yes... There she was... There was no sound, it was impossible to make sounds when one wasn't in a physical form. The wings beat against the shadows with a massive force, and he was launching himself in her direction; raising his taloned feet as if to tear her very face off.



But no, that wasn't his intention. He was still toying with her, he would continue to do so. For how long, he couldn't say exactly. Until she either lost that desire for revenge, or burned it out. No, he wasn't going to stand in the way of her revenge, who was he to do such a thing? Lesser or not, she was still a demon. It would be utterly rude to interfere in such a way with another monster's desires. He couldn't care less if she got her retribution or not, or if she lost herself in the process. All he wanted was to observe, she was so fascinating. But of course... He still felt that urge to mock her, to torment the soul, it had been far too long since he'd messed with other hell spawn in such a way. Perhaps he had missed it a bit...



The instant his talons met her face, the shady crow figure seemed to explode; an impossible amount of darkness flowing from the mass in waves. It had all been obviously well compacted into that shape. The shadows swirled around her, sleek black feathers would shimmer into being as vaguely wing shaped darkness wrapped around her; as if he were embracing her, trapping her. "Wherever do you think you're going, Miss?" The voice purred out of the clouds themselves. The mouth of the demon would appear among the darkness as he spoke, shaped into a wide smirk in which the fangs were bared. "You can't show hostilities toward a non-hostile demon, and not expect it to follow you... You've caught my interest..." His soft, malicious laugh rippled around her; the dark fog would continue to swirl about her. The mouth faded, and would be replaced by a single eye which would follow her every move. "Go on... Entertain me more... I'd like to see you carry out this 'retribution' you so eagerly seek..." Yes... Entertainment... That was all she was good for...

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Thoughts ► "There's nothing you can do..."
Feelings ► Malicious

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Muse ► Great!
Tags ► Imai, Garrus, Kragen, Legion
Notes ► None
Music ► Si Deus Me Relinquit
Credits ► Aurion!

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[Garrus Vakarian]

If Imai wasn't so damn fast Garrus would have threw himself in her path to stop her and try to calm her down, but instead they reached their assigned designation and caught a glimpse of the demon child they were searching for before she vanished, leaving behind nothing but a trail of ebony black crow feathers. Well, that was odd. But anything was possible. The Rebel Turian of course didn't believe that the demon child was gone. That presence of dread was still in the air. Being enough to even send chills down the turian's spine. This however finally gave him the chance to step up in front of Imai.

Garrus Vakarian
Imai, believe me I understand your anger more than anybody but you need to calm down. Being angry is one thing but letting it blind you is quite another. We need cool heads here if we're going to prevail against this threat.

[Legion]

Sebastian would follow Legion up to the roof of the Vulture's outpost where she seemingly stared out into space. She was still aware of the demon butler who was by her side under the guise of her own form, but she made no further hostile action against him as she refocused her attention on the Resistance. When Imai reached the spot the pair was previously in, a wounded Vulture soldier who were, by nothing short of a miracle, spared the wrath of the demon child, came crawling into view. To Imai however she would not see a wounded unarmed soldier. She would see the man she knew to have set 201 ablaze. Cazador in his full armor set with a flamethrower in his hands. Looking to force the same fate upon Imai and her comrades as he did on 201. Aiming the barrel of the flamethrower towards the Rebel Turian as a stream of flames came to life.

Then came the screams.

[Ayen]

"Imai, believe me I understand your anger more than anybody but you need to calm down. Being angry is one thing but letting it blind you is quite another. We need cool heads here if we're going to prevail against this threat."

“Look out!”

Imai pushed Garrus away to the side and held up a barrier against the flames she saw being shot at them by her best friend's killer. There was no way in hell she was going to allow this murderer to take someone else she cared about away. Raising her hand, she trapped him in a mass effect field that began tearing him apart limb from limb, slowly. Imai watched the man be pulled to pieces with great satisfaction, madness plain as day in her eyes as she ripped him apart. Painting the floor in his blood.

“Take that, you bastard!”

She had done it. She had avenged the death of 201. Now all that was left was the demon child herself.

So she thought...

[Ayen]

Sebastian fun was about to come to an abrupt end as back at the Hellsing estate, the bond between master and servant allowed Sir Integra to know what was going on at the Vulture's outpost that Sebastian had been lured to thanks to current events brought about by the demon child simply known as Legion. Lifting up the eye patch to unveil the pentagram that now laid underneath.

“Sebastian, this is an order. Kill the demon child and ensure that no harm comes to the Resistance members. It does my cause no good to see them killed.”

The pentagram glowed and the order was sent as Integra leaned back into her seat with her cigar in hand. Smoke drifting through the air and over the cup of Earl Gray on her desk as she set her feet up on the surface of it.

This was going to be another long night.

[sebastian]

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Honestly, he was rather unimpressed thus far; but she was merely an inferior demon after all. The darkness would continue to surround her where she stood on the roof; though he had retracted the roughly wing-shaped clouds which appeared to act like arms. It was merely a steady flow of liquid shadow rolling off its point of origin; the single, pink-iris eye which was hovering near Legion and gazing down at the engagement below. It was at that moment he felt an urge to act. The resistance was not to be harmed, he hadn't intended to allow them to be attacked directly. He would have taken to offense against Legion then, had Imai not destroyed that single soldier. He relaxed once it was gone, but there was a nagging suspicion at the back of his head. Legion had said she came for retribution... But against whom? Her supposed target would affect any future actions that he would take against her. She had killed countless members of Vulture, a bonus for Hellsing. But now she was toying with Imai and the resistance... Not a good thing for Hellsing.

However, it seemed his master had other plans... The sudden burn across the back of his hand... He was in a state of non-existence, but he could still feel the power... And then her familiar voice would echo in his head. Kill Legion... That was his order. But there was still a chance she might prove useful to Hellsing; even if she didn't serve them directly, as he did. His own soft voice would echo back along his mental connection to Integra, a signal which would be amplified by the Faustian Contract as it traveled to ensure an easy communication with her. Legion wouldn't hear a word of the exchange, as it was entirely a discussion through the contract. "Are you quite certain of this, my lord?" He asked softly. "I will of course, protect the Resistance as you command... However, you won't be able to take back the other part of that order... And Legion might still prove indirectly useful to you. She had already killed off a mass of Vulture enemies; perhaps she plans on killing more of them, even the leader himself, as well. That would be one less thing on your plate left to do."

Yes, he was questioning a direct order. But it was only protocol. His duty through the contract was to bring Integra's ultimate goal about as quickly and efficiently as possible. If she wanted something done that would falter her progress toward the goal in any way, it was proper for him to double check that it was what she wanted. He had given her the only reason he hadn't already killed the demon child on the spot; and allow her to think that over. She was interesting, interesting enough to attract his attention to observe. However, 'interesting' wasn't enough to make him not willing to end her miserable existence. If Integra still wanted the child dead, then he would continue to obey. He sheltered no real fondness for the child, he would end her existence without a second thought or regret. But the final call was entirely up to his master.

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Thoughts ► "Are you sure, master?"
Feelings ► Indifferent

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Muse ► Decent
Tags ► Imai, Garrus, Kragen, Legion
Notes ► Legion... T^T I don't wanna kill you so soon... D:
Music ► Si Deus Me Relinquit
Credits ► Aurion!

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[Kragen]

Kragen raised up his gun when he heard a sound but lowered it when he saw it was an unarmed wounded soldier. However he would watch as Imai, out of nowhere, pushed Garrus to the side and held up a barrier that wasn't needed before tearing the man viciously apart unprovoked and with no reason. "What are you doing!?" Any info they could have gotten off of him was now gone due to the Commander's sudden rage at the sight of him. Kragen began looking around the area with his weapon held. Legion was definitely closer as evident from Imai's mind drifting further into madness. But why just single her out? "Garrus, we need to get the Commander out of here."

[Ayen]

She was quite sure. Reports of the flooding of sector 12 has already reached Hallowton. And sector 11 nearly met the same fate had it not been for outside interference. Not to mention the death of the Resistance's captain in sector 11. If Legion was allowed to continue uncontested there was no telling how much more damage she would do once she fulfilled her goal in Isafaro and left the city. There was no reason to brand her either.

“The Hellsing Organization has no use for such a creature. My order stand. Kill her now before the sunrise.

Hold nothing back.”

[sebastian]

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“The Hellsing Organization has no use for such a creature. My order stand. Kill her now before the sunrise. Hold nothing back.”

Came the reply. Sebastian’s voice would return to her through the mental connection of the contract; and Integra would see an image of him bowing his head to her. ”Yes, my lord…” His voice would echo in her head. It was a shame really, to be killing this strange demon so soon; but there was no choice now. What he was mostly curious about was what tactics she would use to escape… The single fuchsia eye which had been lingering among the dark clouds around her blinked, and vanished; though the clouds remained surrounding her, and would conceal what was going on up on the roof from the Resistance below should they come up here. The shadows would grow thicker, curling around Legion and the rooftop itself; until the entire area was muffled in the dense mixture of liquid and gas. It was dark, very dark… And extremely cold… But neither of those would affect the target demon much… But she was blocked in… The clouds were thick and would condense into a mass of plasma if she tried to flee; blocking her way.

This was his battlefield now… Illusions and reality would be merged and reflected upon her if she tried to use them. His true form was neither solid, nor liquid, nor gas… It could switch between the three states of matter as he saw fit. And then, not far from where Legion stood, a funnel cloud of those sleek black feathers would rise up like a storm; forming into a pillar of feathers caught in the lashing wind, wind which was actually purely demonic aura. Within the midst of this cloud; the dark outline of… Something was silhouetted against the already impenetrable writhing mass of darkness. Two pink lights which came from the roughly head shaped part of the figure revealed his eyes. The pillar would move toward Legion, at its own leisurely pace. He had her effectively trapped within his sphere of aura; they were on the very border between the Faustian Realm and the living world. If for some reason, he was forced to retreat; he could simply cross the border into the realm. The Faustian Contract symbol acted as the passport. Without it, Legion wouldn't be able to enter the realm, the place simply wouldn't exist to her. He controlled the game now…



The voice which echoed from the very center of the whirlwind of feathers still sounded vaguely like the demon butler, but it had changed quite a bit. It was deeper, colder, more sadistic… More bitter, saturated with a highly controlled bloodlust. There was a savage pleasure, a malicious desire to kill her as were his orders. The voice would echo repeatedly within the sphere of darkness, as the clouds which formed the border were moved at almost 100 times to fast for sound waves to travel through. That also meant that no one outside of the sphere would hear or see what was happening. Even things like ‘the Force’ wouldn’t be able to travel into this tiny void he’d created. Senses would be shredded upon attempts to break the barrier, the wind would be like daggers to anyone who tried to simply step through. Even if someone somehow entered, there was no oxygen; it had all been sucked out. Demons like himself and Legion didn’t need oxygen.

But that wasn't the only problem this would pose for the little demon. Her own demonic energies would be sucked into the small space; drawn into the whirling storm of his own aura. It was all rotating around himself really. However, he would have to be careful when taking his aura back into himself whenever he resumed his normal form. Legion's aura would prove rather poisonous to him... And for all he knew, it could really screw up his contract. He might even have ended up possessed if he took her power into himself. Even if she forced him into taking it in, he had a way to siphon her energies out to protect himself. He knew nothing about her or her abilities... One couldn't be too careful. This entire shift in battlefield had occurred in under a second; a mere blink of an eye and everything was different. ”My apologies, Miss Legion… But it seems you have made an enemy of my master… And now you face the threat of death…” The fuchsia eyes stood out harshly against the backdrop of writhing black, grey, and yes; even white, as pigments lost their ability to absorb light in the chaos.



There was another loud, sharp echo of sound with every step the dark figure took; the sound of some unknown metal colliding with the steel of the building’s roof. Blue sparks would fly up as a footstep sounded, sparks which were quickly cooled and extinguished by the practically toxic aura which filled the empty air within the void…



”Now then… Let’s see you escape from this, Miss…” Came the voice, strangely calm which simply didn’t mix with the utter disorganization around them… Flying feathers and clouds, overpowering demonic aura meant to choke or paralyze victims… At least, Holy victims... The angel, Ash had been unable to move as the demon changed the field to his preference and became the clear winner. Even as Ash was torn apart in ten seconds, he had been able to do nothing but choke out words like “filth,” and “impurity…” Words that Sebastian only laughed at. The affect it would have on a demon foe, he hadn’t the faintest idea. One thing was certain though... As it was his personal aura, it wouldn't be usable by Legion, it wouldn't empower her in any way. If anything, it would weaken her as poison. He had the advantage here… For the moment at least. The demon lunged forward; his malevolent sneer standing out harshly against his blackened figure…



There was a gleam of metal, the same metal which made those heels he wore in his true form… The talons lashed out at the demon child; the unknown metal leaving an eerie glitter behind as it swept through the air toward her; obviously intending to shred clean through from her hip and diagonally up her body and through her face and head. If he could end this is one fell swoop, he’d be pleased…

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In the [stillness] of the shining sky
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Beyond the [darkness[/color]][/size]

Thoughts ► "How will you escape, if you manage to do so?"
Feelings ► Calmly murderous

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Muse ► Great!
Tags ► Legion
Notes ► Legion, please escape… T^T I don’t wanna kill you yet!
Music ► The Dark Crow Smiles
Credits ► Aurion!

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[Garrus Vakarian]

Garrus Vakarian
Imai!

Garrus grabbed Imai in an attempt to snap her out of whatever illusion she was looking at while looking into her eyes. Imai's eyes said it all. Whoever she saw wasn't the wounded Vulture soldier that she just tore apart. Legion was taking over her reality and if they didn't do something to curb it now they were going to lose their commander on top of their captain.

Garrus Vakarian
Imai. Imai, look. You just killed an unarmed soldier. Snap out of it you're falling to illusions.

Garrus looked over to Kragen as he spoke and nodded in agreement before turning back to Imai.

Garrus Vakarian
Imai, we need to get you out of here. It's not safe.