The Prince of Madness (Tako x Dies)

[Dies Irae]

In the heavy rain, they watched, all astounded at the defeat of their king to the enemy that presented itself before them, their number didn't match their own but they had something they couldn't comphrehend. Their King was the first and only casualty of the war for their side, foolishly the secret group the Binders had mistaken the princes powers, though they were backed into a corner with dwindling numbers, the princes sought council amongst each other, to plan their next move.

In a long abandoned home of a human family, the thirteen of them gathered, one sat on the window sill, staring out to the battlefield in the distance, flashes of light signalling the banishing of their comrades, with no words spoken on departure those princes choosing to fight by their brethrens side. Until only four remained. "Are we to hide here, do nothing while they die to these barbarians", the one sitting on the window sill shook his head slowly "Whatever they may be, barbarian is not on that list" he muttered, peaking the interest of the other three.

"Then what would you call them?" the others asked in unison, scowling at the thought of holding their enemy in any regard higher than a savage, stepping to the floor, the prince flicked his hair from his eyes "Formidable" he responded coldly, the others couldn't understand, yet they figured they wouldn't such was his way, the Prince of Madness never made sense to them, his title fit him well so it seemed at that moment.

"Then what would you have us do?" one asked, his response was unexpected but in their desperation it was the best option, of those remaining four princes, they stole the soul of a human girl, embedding a piece of each of their power within, then returning the soul unharmed, the girl became branded forever, an unbreakable spell that would span across the species of man forever. The Binders did not see it, but in the final hours of the battle when the prince of madness was dragged into the prison, they found it, their work was not done, the spell gave them an exit, though unpredictable when or who would be released, it was the best they could do with just four of them.

For centuries after that, the Binders hunted the ones who had inherited the power from the demons, murdered without question fearful for the revenge the fallen race would bring upon them, when the humans began to shaped the world with technology, the Binders began to lose their connection to the magic they had once had, finding the branded souls became difficult, tracking the power directly and murdering them before they awakened was their only choice.

In the prison he waited, chains locking him in place, darkness over his eyes, he could commune with those close, the inner circle of the prisons depths, the unescapable realm designed to keep their race sealed for eternity. They had discovered the flaw in their spell, and soon each of the princes had lost their wills to wait for their human to release them, but he stayed strong, the heir to the throne needed to, but it wasn't just that for him, he wanted vengeance for the imprisonment and he would get it one way or another.

Several centuries later, when humans had reached new heights and begun the modern day long past his time, he had seen the vision in his mind, the newborn girl, the snaking chain marking along her wrist, she was his escape, all he had to do was wait, though being unknowingly linked to him, the price sealed to the spell, her life was miserable at best, death surrounded her, misery followed behind her and despair awaited her wherever she went.

Occasionally he could get a thought to her, a voice in the darkness of her life, pushing her onward, to keep living, he'd seen in his mind she had tried to end it several times, he'd stop her, even if it cost him great deals of energy to do so, he couldn't let her die, for that meant he did to, he wouldn't let that happen not until he was released, and that day came later in her life, when the Binders tracked her down, that day would be the day she awoke her power and released him from his prison, to be her protector.

Soon the Prince of Madness, would reveal his true name to her to fulfill the bond to keep him as her protector, Sorrow would be able to venture to the realm of man, enact his revenge and begin his reign as the new Demon King.

[TakodaVega]

There were some things about Hope Bennett that spoke true to her name. She seemed carefree, and opportunistic, always trying to bring others up when they were down. But there was something about her that always seemed...off. Like a dark cloud that never completely left overhead, or that stain that never could come out. On days like today when the rain seemed to pour down even more so, Hope seemed almost like that dark cloud.

Her life had been a mediocre game at best. Born and then abandoned as a baby, moving from home to home in the foster system, it was like nobody had wanted her. Something that  had stuck to her through high school. She had been the social outcast, mercilessly teased and bullied to the point that she gave up public school and home schooled herself until the last family she was in got her emancipated at 16 and left her to live on her own. And life had been hard, harder than she could have ever thought. Half the time she felt...fake. And everywhere she had gone she had felt like she didn't belong.

So she had turned to one of the only solaces in her life. Books. In fact that's how her usual routine was now at this point. Or it should have been routine. She worked in a hideaway library, away from most people, it seemed less likely her darker past would follow her here. Though even in the darkest of times she never felt alone. Even when she had held the blades to her wrists there always seemed someone there, coaxing her to keep on going and that there were things much better than what the nightmare her life was offering her at that moment would be.

At least now she had stopped killing the roses. She got the idea after awhile, for every time she stopped herself, she would add a rose to the vase. The vase sat always at her beside, reminding her that she was stronger than the darker moods that plagued her constantly. Today though was closing time at the hole-in-a-wall library. Yet, she kept having this nagging feeling she was being...watched. She frowned carefully looking around to see if anyone was left in the building before going to the backroom to shrug on her coat.

She was petite, the coat for normally sized women at the thighs went down to her knees. She caught a glance of herself in the mirror, as though it held the answers to the mystery of being watched. Hazel eyes stared back at her, the slight circles under her eyes revealed that another night of restless sleep had gotten to her. Small wisps of her blonde hair fell in front of her face as she moved to adjust her glasses back up. She never thought of herself as attractive and considering her history it was easy to see why. Though whenever it got too bad that voice seemed to still be there reminding her to hold on. She'd call it her 'Guardian Angel' looking out for her when she was younger.

Tugging the coat more fully onto her shoulders, she still felt antsy, absently rubbing her birthmark on her wrist. It was always interesting to her - the interlocking chains she had been half tempted to tattoo once upon a time had she not been terrified of needles. Still though  she went about the rest of her routine, shutting the lights and locking the door behind her before going about her walk home. Even in the rain it was pleasant, letting her mind wander to her own mini collection of books she had started reading. She lived alone, as always, and had gotten used to the quiet silence. No fear, no worry, and she had her favorite companions. Her books could never die, or get sick. They could get faded and worn but she took great care of them so that took much longer than some.

Still though she could almost feel that nagging thought grow on her. She didn't stop, though she started to pick up to the pace. Her safety was her home, she knew that much. People left her alone, possibly because on top of everything else she lived next to the graveyard. A few other tenants were here but they were quiet, like her, and seemed to keep to themselves - which suited Hope fine. Slipping her key into the door, she carefully turned the lock glancing about inside suspiciously before going in and shutting the door behind her.

That was when she felt a large figure slammed her weight against the door, effectively pinning her to it. "Let me go!" she cried out, struggling against the person who pinned her. Fear flooded her system as she tried to kick and get away from whoever had her in place. However, the warm breath and dark chuckle made icy, cold, terror slide down her spine. "I can't do that, Eve, you should be begging yourself for forgiveness of the crime you carry. The Brand on your wrist marks you as one of them. We cannot allow such tainted creatures walk the Earth now can we?"

It was then she heard other murmurs in the room, she was surrounded by these...fanatics. Fear tugged at her making her shut her eyes and whimper as she felt something hard against her back. These men were serious! Fear clung at her again, her brain moving a thousand miles a minute, her thoughts going internal to the one place she always felt like she was never alone, 'I don't know if you're are real or if you can really hear me,' came the silent plea in her head as set of hands her coat away, 'But please...please....help me.' A cool touch of metal danced along her cheek, sending another shiver of fear down her spine.

[Dies Irae]

In his shackles, blinded he remembered things, his past, his failures, his triumphs and even then watching her he couldn't help but feel sorry for her, the life she lead, the darkness of his race infecting her life, the pain, the sadness, though each and every day he sensed the time approaching, a smile spreading across his lips as he felt the time approaching, he could feel them to, watching her, making sure, the enemy had found her, meaning that he would soon be released, his revenge would be finally withing his grasp.

Though even then he felt her pain, the fear once she'd been pinned to the door of her home, anger flooded him as he watched, though it was then she spoke to him, pleading for help, he could feel the brand on her wrist calling him, the chains along his arms loosening, opening his eyes he could see clearly, the swirling vortex of nothingness that his prison was, he'd been granted sight, that was the sign she was awakening, closing his eyes once more he smiled, not responding to her plea, he wished to of course, but he wasn't able to, being pulled through the rift she'd opened for him, coming to lean against the wall next to her, invisible to the one attacking her.

Turning his head to her, blue eyes staring down to the chains on her wrist which had begun to glow dimly in the dark room "You need my help... he said staring then to the several binders around the small room, smirking as he felt his powers begin to return, diminshed somewhat but still it felt good to see the world he'd longed to rule again, placing a gloved hand on her wrist he smiled "Then speak my name, deep within your soul you should know it, i've told you before" he said soflty, moving away from her to wander the room, staring deep into the eyes of each of the binders.

It wasn't as though he wanted to play the game with her, but they were the rules, if he told her his name then he'd be stuck in the ghost like form for eternity, but if she asked for his help herself then he would be able to take on a physical form, he hated the old magic, the red tape around it but back then it was the only solution, maybe if all thirteen princes had helped then it would have been much less rule bound but as it happened only four of the princes had cast the spell which meant a lot of headaches once he'd been freed.

Seating himself in the only unoccupied chair in the room, he listened to the babbling of the Binder pinning her down, waiting for her to summon him completely was troublesome and quite boring, taking his mind to trying to answer why the one who was going to kill her was chosen, was he a professional or an initiate passing his rite of passage, it was entertaining at the least, as much as a spectre of a demon could be entertained without his weapon or physical body, staring at her as they shared the hidden conversation, then he saw the reaction, of course now he was here she wouldn't be bound to thoughts, and that meant only one thing, they'd figured out she was summoning him.

"I suggest you hurry it up, unless you want to wake up in the morgue" he muttered idly, straightening the clothes he wore as he waited.

[TakodaVega]

Hope continued to try and struggle against her fears, the birthmark on her wrist starting to itch and prick at her skin. She had felt like it wasn't exactly a part of her, yet always had known that on some levels it always was. It shouldn't be like this every time. From the jumping homes when she was younger to the seemingly death and decay filled lifetime. It was always in her lowest that there had always been that spark of light.

So when she heard his voice, no longer in her head, her eyes shot open to find herself staring into the face to the one who always been there whenever she had, in some strange way, needed a direction away from the killing knife. She had never seen such intense blue eyes in her lifetime. Only when he broke eye contact and stared around the room did she remember just exactly her compromising position she was in.  Particularly with the cool metal against her skin slowly moving lower down her skin.

Her throat practically closed as the fear came barreling down her once more. His name? How the hell would she know the name to a man, angel?, whom she had never seen before in her life. Something told her however that this Man was far from the savior of man as an angel. Something about that name with his face spoke that wrong. Her brain wracked through the fear to think as to what he meant.

"Succumbing to our Fate, are we, little Eve?" came that dark voice in her ear. The knife finally leaving her cheek and throat to descend along her back, cutting through the fabric of her shirt. Knives were quickly being added onto the things she never wanted to see again, among with so many other things. Only in her Sorrow did she see anything that saved her.

She blinked, almost limping in her hold, but her heart that seemed to pulse against the chain imprinted on her wrist seemed to skip, as though the answer had always been there. His voice once again snapped her out of that darling reverie of discovery. She should really stop doing that considering how the man behind her spinning her around to face her attackers once more.

With her wrists pinned above her head and the knife seeming to have a life on its own as it started to slide down her front, the demented look in the man's eye made her shudder as her eyes stared back seemingly through him to the Man that had occupied the only empty chair in the room. "Only Sorrow can help me," she finally managed out, "For without Sorrow there is no Hope."

It seemed to be the right answer to the age old spell as the light blinded them all, "You idiot! She's summoning him!" Hope's eyes shut tight as she waited for the killing blow to come in whatever shape it was, after all the knife had been just above her heart. She could feel the tip against her skin, breaking it just enough for a single drop of ruby to flow down her chest as her entire body shook with fear. She didn't want to die, especially not like this.

[Dies Irae]

In the dark room he waited, eyes closed akin to listening for the most beautiful part of a song to be played by a skilled musician, and as she spoke the final words his lips curled into a smile slowly rising to stand from his seat as the light emanated from the chains on her wrists. The blinding light washed all of the inhabitants of that room, obscuring vision and causing chaos in the binders that had been sent to slay her. While his body materialize he moved, as the knife wielder panicked he had already moved in front of her. The sound of metal slicing flesh resounded in Hope's ears and then a loud thud as it connected with the door behind them. While the light stayed strong everything was an uncertainty until slowly the magic faded and the scene became clear to them all.

The binder had in fact aimed to kill Hope, in the confusion moving the blade from her heart to her neck, but instead of her throat oozing her life the blade was plunge into the door "Is it done?" the furthest away and still gaining eyesight binder asked, voice laced with confusion. As they all regained their focus, the answer became clear. Sorrow's cheek now sported a thin cut, a droplet of his blood trailing down his skin, as he opened his eyes he smiled "Not in the way you think", Sorrow's voice cut the silence quickly, raising his eyes to meet the binder in front of him, before he straightened himself to his full height, running a gloved thumb along the cut removing the blood while outstretching his other arm and pressing Hope back into the door "Death has followed you enough, today it won't claim you" he muttered, returning his gaze to the binders in the room.

Stepping away from Hope he pulled the gloves on his hands tighter, adjusting the goggles on his forehead with a wide grin, the binders backed away in cowardice, of course they knew of him, the prince, the one demon they had to keep from resurfacing, standing feet away "The Prince....of....Madness" the one tasked with slaying Hope managed to spit out in disbelief. Sorrow cracking his fingers and grinning as he prepared himself "In the flesh" speaking as he lunged foward, driving his hand through the heart of the first before another word could be spoke. Feeling the blood pump for the last seconds of his life, before his body crumpled to the floor. The others were more trained, asserting his previous theory that the first was simply an initiate passing his final test.

Sorrow dealt with the others quickly, breaking their necks without a shred of remorse or hesitation, until finally only one remained standing "You, tell your elder i'm coming, the demon race will take back what is rightfully ours, the path to that ending, will be bathed in the orders blood" approaching the frightened binder as he gave his message, before gripping his arms and throwing him through the window. "He'll live, for now" he muttered, staring out into the night for a brief moment, taking in the moon and the sight of the landscape for a period before turning back to Hope staring at her We need to leave, more will come if we linger"

[TakodaVega]

The sounds were heightened with the light around her, the sheer charge of energy making everything that and more. She was highly aware of everything in the next few moments. Still she waited for that killing blow, he had been poised to strike! However when the thud reached her ears, she finally opened her eyes to see his blue coat in front of her and her breath hitched a moment. He was far taller now that she had a good look at him, and he seemed real.

Those hazel eyes met his blue ones, and a sense of peace, and an odd wave of trust seemed to flow between them. She trusted him to protect her, even in this madness. He seemed so certain she wouldn't die today, despite the overwhelming odds that they were vastly outnumbered. Hesitantly she reached, now that she wasn't pinned into place and touched the cool jacket. It was as if wherever he had come from had been frozen. "Please be careful..."

As always Hope was more concerned by someone else's safety than her own, if she died, nothing would change, she would just fade as she was not someone, or something important unlike what these people seemed to think. Her gaze drifted to the others, vastly aware of the fact her shirt was missing more than a few buttons now and needed to be replaced before everyone could see everything about her. Yet, she didn't feel embarrassed as she was entranced as the scene played.

'Prince of Madness? Then why is he named Sorrow?' she thought to herself as she watched him. He moved with such grace that the fact he was causing so much death in his wake didn't seem to phase her, that was until it was left to the two of them and he stared at her. Instantly she was self-conscious and picked at the pieces of her shirt. "W-who are they?" She finally stammered out, before carefully walking over the dead bodies. Bodies...she swallowed the bile in her throat. "I need to change." She finally muttered reaching the bedroom, always aware of those blue eyes following her every move. Practically burning at her seemingly through the walls as she pulled out of his line of vision to pull the destroyed shirt off and put a new one in it's place.

Her hands shook, as she quickly put them in her pocket and turned back to find him lingering nearby. Did he not want her out of his sight or something? "Where do we go from here then? The police will be looking for me, my prints are all over this place." Her lip trembled, it was all too much too soon. Then she remembered what he had said to the one he let go, demon? Her guardian was a Demon? This was getting to be a nightmare and a half, surely should would be waking up any minute now and this would all be a twisted bad dream.

[Dies Irae]

The brief moments of stillness after the dust settled from his fighting gave him time to think, to analyse. The group assigned to assassinating his charge were ill equipped to deal with a potential summoning, how long had it been since they'd actually fought one of his kind he wondered. His focus turned back to Hope once she had spoken "They are Binders, the engineers of our prison, our...fate" he said while crouching down to examine one of the corpses, much much less worried about the death in the room, perhaps worryingly so.

His eyebrow rose when she mentioned changing, blue eyes following her every step until she had disappeared into the bedroom, he busied himself during her changing time cleaning the blood from his gloves, unceremoniously on the shirt of one of the fallen men in the room. Before standing vigil nearby the door to her room, she was his connection to the world of the living, should anything happen to her, he'd not be returning to the abyss he came from, a much more permanent fate awaited should she perish.

Sorrow was puzzled for the second time that evening when she mentioned police and fingerprints, whether she didn't understand the gravity of who he'd just defended her from or if even more dangers had arisen since his time remained to be seen "I can handle this police...whatever that is" he stated while moving towards the door to the small living space "For where we go, you need a doctor" he answered "Bringing me into the physical world will have damaged your body... possibly immensely, the adrenaline is blinding you to it" he added, opening the door and walking out, leaving her to discover the fatigue she felt, and leaving the question, would she have noticed had he not mentioned it.

Though he was waiting outside in the hall for her with a look of frustration "I have no idea where your medicine houses are..."

[TakodaVega]

"Fate?" She managed out, fate didn't really exist did it? "Nothing is really fated is it? I mean I thought the point of life was to choose your own destiny and what not?" She changed as fast as her fingers would let her. Her fingers were still shaking as she pulled over a t-shirt. She tossed the pants she had been wearing feeling unclean and put on a new pair of comfortable jeans. Sneakers tied up everything as she swallowed at the carnage that was her apartment. Her sanctuary was gone now wasn't it?

At his words she shook her head, rubbing her eyes beneath her glasses as she gave him a look. "You're not from this time are you?" An odd question to ask considering she seemed to have summoned a devil but it wasn't the first time she had dealt with something...different she supposed. "The police are like our...enforcers of law. Murder is a law you broke. Just like breaking and entering was a law they broke." She was starting to feel a little lightheaded and followed him outside of her home grabbing her coat as she cautiously stepped over bodies before shutting the door behind her.

"You think I need to go to a hospital? I just feel a little tired, surely a good nights sleep would work just as well?" She inquired, though perhaps he was right about the fatigue, it had been like she hadn't slept in days, though she was fairly sure if she just curled up in bed now she could sleep for the same amount of days. "I could get a hotel for a day or two and figure out where to go from there. What about you? Do you have somewhere to go?" She had no idea why she bothered asking, he was a demon and he probably had people to torment.

[Dies Irae]

Sorrow glanced toward her while she explained what the function of the police were, he considered it a joke turthfully, a race who had even in his era perfected the art of killing one another, the very race that allowed the imprisonment of his people, and begrudgingly were the ones who allowed him the freedom he now possessed. While he mused on her words, he checked her over and sighed "Did i not just say your body is coursing with adrenaline", his voice irritated as he stepped in front of her "Bringing me into this world is not priceless, your body must be treated, i will not go back because of silly human pride" he spoke as he pressed a thumb to her forehead, even in his state, removing all of her bodies mechanisms to inhibit pain was simple enough magic.

Sorrow stared down at her after removing his thumb, deranged smile worn on his lips "If you believe you are just tired, then i challenge you to still be standing after five minutes, do that and you will have convinced me i was mistaken". The demon went back into her room for a moment, returning to place a clock in her palms. He sat himself down, crossed a leg over the other and watched her very closely, the moment when her body realized what was missing and unleashed everything she was feeling would come soon, a tidal wave of exhaustion, pain and fear to wash over her, even if she was his charge, he couldn't hide the intrigue of what may come.

Historians and writers always amused him with painting demons as torturers of the body, there was a degree of entertainment in flaying flesh and carving bone to be sure and those of the lowest circles seemed content to play with humans in such manners, but he and others like him, found nothing more exquisite than the suffering of the mind, it broke so much slower and inflicted much more damage comparatively. He smiled counting the seconds, and when it happened, and she realized what and how, he would offer no mercy, no respite, no matter how she begged or pleaded, five minutes with her broken body and soul, no more, no less, only after would he return what he took from her, in the mean time, he remained on guard for any more enemies, while watching her intently.

[TakodaVega]

Adrenaline was a wonderful thing in times of panic and pain. It could make her feel like she could take on the world if that was in her personality to do so. She had suffered through enough hardship though to know that the world was cruel so when he made motions to step towards her she took a step backward. Though the demon in question didn't make any more to hurt her at least not like he had the majority of the apartment. He actually seemed rather concerned for her own well being as though his own life depended on it. Maybe it did, it was hard to tell since she had never encountered a demon before.

Though why the hell was he called Sorrow? That seemed to be an odd name for a demon. Though when he approached her she was about to retort to the comment of pride, considering he was a demon, shouldn't he be the one full of it? Yet it was when he had removed his touch from her forehead that all the energy that the adrenaline provided left her. The clock he had handed her had dropped to the floor shattering plastic pieces in all directions as she went to her knees. Her wrist burned from the marking there, as though he had branded her freshly himself. She was keenly aware of how her body ached, and the fact, well she had almost died. She curled up into a ball next to the broken pieces looking up at him. "Why? Why are you doing this?"

It wasn't her stubborn pride, Hope was far from that, it was more a question of why was he aiming to torture her so when life and herself had been doing just fine. Though why did the men call her Eve? Though she wasn't necessarily religious she knew the stories of how the Garden had been destroyed because Eve had taken the apple of knowledge for herself because she had been tempted by the devil. But there was no temptation here. In fact until now he had made no move to hurt her in the least. He had protected her - while at the same time leaving her home a crime scene just bound to be discovered. Her whole heart felt heavy as though the world had now forsaken her beyond any reasonable doubt. 

[Dies Irae]

His eyes never left hers, anticipating the moment when the pin would drop and her mind would catch up with what her body was feeling, the demon making no effort to hide the cruelty in his smile, even though she was his charge, his life-source, the pleasures of watching a mind fight to keep itself tightly wound was much to intoxicating to ignore. He busied himself collecting the broken pieces of shattered plastic from the floor, watching her agonize to endure the pain, impressed at how she handled herself, a summoning, extreme stress and trauma, he expected her mind to shatter as the clock did but she was still capable, smiling even wider he leaned down to her after her question "Because you're not being truthful" running a finger across Hope's lips.

His piercing gaze examined her, he'd seen humans experience true pain of the flesh and mind, but she wasn't falling, wasn't breaking apart begging it to stop "You're not supposed to enjoy my punishments Hope, but yet you haven't asked me to make it stop" he was growing more interested, five minutes was his bargain and she had so many left, but she didn't beg, cry or scream at him to end it early, she wanted a reason, not an end, was she truly that broken inside, he could make excellent use of someone whose soul was already lost in darkness.

Time crawled onward, and true to his word, he tapped her forehead once again and smiled down at her "Do you wish for death Hope? he asked as her body calmed and the adrenaline once mitigating the pain returned to her, easing the body, taking the strain from the mind in turn, he was planning then, how to use her, how to mold her, if he was to take back his throne, he'd need a follower, a devout fanatic so faithful they would die before allowing him to fail, and she was already half way there, broken, alone and desperate for companionship, he stood tall and leered down to her, smile once again forming, full of malice and cruelty but not to her this time.

"Tell me Hope, do you hate yourself? or...do you hate humanity for what they made you?"

[TakodaVega]

"And when does a demon care about someone being truthful?" She managed to rebut, though her vision blurred as she tried to look at him. She shut her eyes, suddenly wondering if this is what death was like. To have fought for so long only to be met with an end at the hands of the things of legends and books. However the touch the lit up her lips made her eyes open again. The touch had been tender, which had surprised considering his cruelty and the way he seemed to look at her. The seconds were like hours for her as Hope scraped by some sort of semblance to sanity.

His comment made her laugh, though the sound was hollow, "Would it matter, Sorrow?" She genuinely asked him, it was only fair. He gave her such odd signals of how he wished of her or how he treated her. Yet he kept his word, his finger tips brushing along her forehead to have the agony that had gripped her fade away, at least for now. Though her wrist still hurt with a dull throb as though a reminder of her new role into this life and to state that this was indeed real and not a figment of her imagination.  She carefully pushed herself back up to her knees trembling slightly as she rested against his legs.

The cruelty that danced across his lips made a small shiver down her spine but outside of making her feel the pain her body was trying to hide he made no move to harm her but still gave her choices. Choices that could carry consequences if she answered wrongly. "No," she admitted about his question about wanting to die, "Though I am not afraid to die if it comes to that one day." She felt weary and frankly she would have been quite content to curl up into a bed and for once been held and soothed like this was simply a bad dream. "I...only hate the cards I have been dealt. I don't think humanity has anything to do with my own choices."

[Dies Irae]

He had insight into her that she may or may not have been aware of, ever since she entered the world and opened her eyes for the first time, he was watching, observing what the world threw at her as punishment for what she was. He would wield that knowledge as a weapon in time, pick and choose, twist and mold to lead her along. Her response however, wasn't what he had hoped for, but conversion was never easy, her soul was already blackened true enough, but that pathetic humanity clang to it like a disease, he couldn't convert her fully if she still held onto it, but he had a method and he expected it as their enemy rallied she would come to choose his side eventually.

"Your cards have changed decks now they know of you" he said while she used him for support, taking her wrist in his left hand and tracing the chain coiling it with his right to emphasize his point. Sorrow kneeling after and pressing a hand between her shoulders, hooking the other under her knees, lifting her into his arms and beginning to walk down the hall "Rest now child" he said as he moved, one step at a time to get them from the building. The demon was well aware the gravity of the situation would make itself know once she was recovered, but for now, she could sleep, recover, as she strengthened so could he. 

He had more thing to think over without teaching her how weak she truly was, how to proceed with her conversion, he was but one of the greater demons, it took several to start the curse, it'd take several to turn a soul completely blackened, how could he manage it on his own, he didn't need a human follower, he needed a demon as strong as his retainers of the past. The thought struck him then, laughing manically as he walked, the perfect plan, the perfect lie forming in his head. First, he needed her to trust him, and given he demanded she seek medicine, he wandered the night until he came upon a clinic. When she awoke, however long that would be, Sorrow would be watching her, from a visitors chair in the corner of the hospital room, quietly resting himself, though without his coat, which was protectively draped across her chest.

[Mortiefer]

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