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 Posted: Fri Mar 30, 2012 8:03 pm
There wasn't much he could have done to prevent Remiel from taking a bit of him with him, Xander thought ruefully, and glared down at the man on the floor. Fortunately, his underclothes were black as well - but it still wasn't good enough to prevent the absolutely thunderous expression on his face, anger rippling over his entire body. He did not appreciate being made a fool of - especially in front of someone like Remiel.
Xander Demetri was not in a very good mood.
"Hyde!" he snapped out, and there was a hissing noise, a heavy crack splitting the air. The shadows in Xander's hands twisted and undulated, curling and spitting upwards, solidifying into two long objects - two sharply defined objects.
A flash of silver. Xander walked slowly over towards Remiel.
"You dare to come in here and treat me like I'm your toy?" he said, eyes flashing dangerously. Lifting a foot, he pressed it down on top of the man's stomach, pushing him back down to the ground. Slowly Xander lowered himself until he was crouching over him, half straddling him, one of the silver daggers pointed towards Remiel's throat.
"You talk big, don't you?" Xander whispered, and pressed his other dagger against Remiel's stomach, where his foot was, dragging the blade upwards until it too was directed at the man's throat. Xander leaned closer, his hair falling over his shoulder, the next few words whispered into the witch eater's ear.
"Get the f*** out of my office."
There was a flash of silver. Blood spattered the ground, Xander drawing back. The lines he had cut across Remiel's neck were no where deep enough to cause any sort of lasting damage - at best there might be a faint scar, but Xander very much doubted it would leave even that. Really they were nothing more than scratches.
"Just know you'll never have me as one of your playthings," Xander said disgustedly, and the blades in his hands disappeared in a flash of smoke and shadow, the ends curling around his feet and legs, rising upwards.
"And don't come back."
The shadows grew taller, Xander disappearing in a wisp of smoke and darkness.
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Posted: Fri Mar 30, 2012 10:22 pm
Oh that expression was priceless! Remiel could practically feel the lightning bolts that would have been shooting out of that thunder cloud. Xander's expression had just made his day. As did the kiss. And the fact he would have a souvenir to take home and present Sariel with. She would just adore the piece of clothing Remiel had...confiscated. With Xander's help, of course.
The witch eater watched every slow movement the man made, stalking towards him. He felt the faint tingle that signified some sort of magic was being cast. Or shifting. Eyes flickered to the shadows morphing in his hands before taking in the entire man himself. Dangerous, dark, and...beautiful. A beauty that only a creature as horrible as himself (or his twin) could appreciate. The glint of the blades as they fully formed gained a slight curl of lips. This smile, though, was not as playful and much more predatory. Yet still somehow childish in appearance.
"And such a fun toy you have been." He mocked as a foot pressed into his stomach, forcing him to the ground. "One could say that, yes, I am a big talker~" And still there was a definite lack of fear in the witch eater, almost as disturbing as his lack of care for what happened to his body. Remiel felt the blade at his throat. Felt the one slowly being dragged up his stomach until it too was at his throat.
Finally. Finally, for one brief moment, as blood painted the ground and Xander drew back, a serious and deadly look crossed Remiel's face. The look of a true creature from nightmares. Yet it was gone in a flash, almost making it questionable it had been there to begin with.
"Now look what you did to my hair!" He whined. His throat had just been slashed, blood seeping down his front. And the only thing he worried about was his hair. Special. Remiel was a 'special' creature. He sat up slowly, one hand rubbing at his neck, oblivious to the blood staining his fingers. Eyes lowering to the ground, he started to play with the blood. Dragging a finger threw it and idly listening to Xander's disgusted words until all was silent.
Remiel sighed. "Sariel will be so upset she missed all the fun! I'll have to have her or one of the pawns help clean my hair now." Another sigh escaped as he rose, wings stretching out before curling lightly around him. Mismatched eyes stared at where the Professor had been. "We shall meet again, my black rose. You may count on that." He murmured with a giggle. And just...disappeared. Though a window had been pried open when all others were closed tight.
When Xander should return to the room, to clean it or do whatever, he would find a lovely message traced out in blood: REMI WAS HERE 8D
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