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"You are being unkind, Devour," Rakovanite uttered, dark gaze trailing after his bonded Youma as she teased the night's victim with her uncanny abilities. He couldn't say what visions Devour inspired in the young man she preyed upon, but the civilian's face was twisted in such plain, silent agony that Rakovanite could hazard a few guesses, having been on the receiving end of her magic before.

She barely minded his scolding, only riffling off a cascade of gentle ticks with her many legs that Rakovanite innately understood as some kind of mocking.

There were no words that passed between them; Devour wasn't capable of such, but he distinctly had the impression of 'Her? Unkind?' that blossomed as a sensation in his chest. 'Wasn't he one to talk.' And then the black-pointed tip of a nail was drilling into the civilian's sternum. She did not need to draw blood to collect starseeds to consume, but Rakovanite rarely begrudged her her indulgences. Youma seemed to want for so little.

It was just unfortunate the mess Devour left in her wake. A bit of blood here or there wasn't much of a problem, but it was occasionally more conspicuous than that. Bits and pieces of her victims or a full carcass. Or rarely, a blubbering mess of a person, frightened and traumatized and perfect for her to play with another time.

Devour beamed in his direction, all pointed, yellow teeth and very pleased with Rakovanite for his vast understanding of her whims.

He dismissed her attention with a little huff and a flick of his fingers, instead lazily looking over the little charms she'd collected a long the way. She'd best hurry along with what she wanted to do. There were others out that might see fit to interrupt a Youma's endeavors on such an otherwise peaceful and resplendent night as this.

The aura of some meager Order Senshi drew near, yet its sensation registered only as secondary to Rakovanite. The very forefront of his notice was completely stormed by Devour's own emotions, thrumming with an impatient eagerness through her strange communication. He felt what she wished him to feel: 'It is near, it is near, it is near. It seeks us.'

And wasn't that unfortunate- and a bit foolish.

Rakovanite's own aura was not hidden in any capacity. A well-informed Senshi of this one's level should've gone to great lengths to avoid him. Unless she was stupid. Or hiding a trick of her own. He'd barely had the thought before Devour's skittering figure was coiling behind him, long fingers brushing his shoulders as she leaned her face close to his ear, for all the good it could do.She sought for his thoughts and injected him with her own. 'You think it is... deceitful?'

Rakovanite's head canted a bit, gazing impassively at the... quite young girl that had appeared before them. "It is possible," he murmured in response to Devour's concerns.

And he was graced with... such indignation from his bonded Youma. 'The creature thinks to trick Devour. The creature thinks itself better. The creature thinks itself capable. It is barely even a speck of dust.' Rakovanite couldn't say if 'speck of dust' was better or more lowly than the human Devour had been tormenting- 'Lowlier.'

Yes, of course. Lowlier. A human was a treat and a snack and a plaything bundled up into a whimpering mass of flesh. A Senshi was dirt beneath Devour's many legs.

"Well, get rid of it, if it offends you so."

She barely needed to be told, any sensation of acceptance for her actions came quicker than Rakovanite could get the words out of his mouth. Devour skittered from behind him, and the great chorus of clicks from her many, centipede-like legs coupled with a very intricate flashing display or the soft, glowing patches on her body was very distracting, if nothing else.

She'd approached of her own volition, and so Rakovanite had assumed that meant this Senshi wanted to be here, to face him. Maybe she had. He wasn't personally familiar with the manner in which Order Mauvians conscripted unawakened Senshi, but in all his imaginings, the Guardians told their new charges how special and powerful they were- uniquely capable of purging the evils that manifested in the city, if only they laid claim to what was theirs by birthright... He expected it was a glamorous, triumphant affair in most cases.

It would not surprise him if the dangers had failed to be adequately expressed upon a child. And this one could not possibly be older than sixteen, slight as she was. But if she was smart, she would learn...

(It really should not be his task to teach her. Rakovanite had a strong preference to stay off of his enemies' radar. They didn't need to know he existed. And the more clueless, ignorant Senshi that populated this city, the better. The less of a threat they were, and the easier they would be to eliminate when the time came.

...Basyl would be inconsolably devastated if he discovered Rakovanite had killed a child- or allowed one to die to Devour's hands, in this case. And do, unfortunately, 'teaching' was the only thing to do, in this case.)

"He is not dead," Rakovanite murmured, though he doubted the Senshi paid him much attention when Devour was immediately in her face, after having skittered beneath the lob of a small rock in her direction. He glanced back to his Youma's victim, unmoving on the ground. Devour had this one's starseed already, and Rakovanite did not expect it to be returned, but he wasn't dead yet... Only a matter of time, he supposed.

Devour's legs clittered and clattered and she craned her head down to peer at the small Senshi, smiling an inhumanely wide grin full of sharp teeth as she extended a hand to twirl a finger through the little blue streak of dangling off the girl's bangs.

Rakovanite could barely make out the strange array of things Devour felt. She was not projecting for him specifically- loathing. There always was when she faced her enemy. Intrigue. She did not play with Senshi very often, too dangerous for the likes of her, usually, even with her General. Glee. An almost consuming feeling that she would take this one's heart, she would have it- pathetic thing, fallen to the ground in front of Great Devour.

Devour's hand became a fist, claws swiping across the little Senshi's neck as she grabbed a fistful of hair at her nape. It would only take one leeeeeetle chomp to crunch this girl in half. She licked her lips, ooze dribbling down her chin, and leaned in.

Rakovanite was definitely not known for his compassion. Even his closest friends wouldn't usually turn to him for some... corroboration for menial sufferings. ...It made him a poor choice for an ally; Rakovanite was aware of this and did, occasionally, actively try to remedy the worst of his personal failings. This absolutely did not ever extend to his enemies.

The girl was a bit of a mess: trembling, stammering, desperate. And she was so young- too young to be here, Rakovanite thought. But such was her choice, and he shouldn't rob her of the experience of being special and magical and chosen.

She wanted to fight, as evidenced by her use of magic.

Devour was a nonverbal creature, and as such, gave very little cue that she'd been affected. There was a tension that rolled down her carapace, a fluttering of lights from her luminous spots, a little bit of focus drained from her gaze. But Rakovanite could sense very clear agitation from her- 'A spell on Devour? From this filthy Senshi.' Another little ripple from her, this time muscles working as she flexed some barely-used, her jaw clicking open large enough to take a great chunk of flesh from the nearby girl if caught.

...But Basyl would be... so disappointed...

He was not a compassionate man, but the word came sharp and gruff from his lips, "Enough."

Squinting through her large eyes, Devour's very toothy mouth twisted to a sneer. Her own General? Her Beloved? Taking Devour's prize? Devour's victory? A little coil of disbelief manifested in his belly, something radiating off her. He would never; not for their kind. She barely believed the word was for her, despite sensing his intent.

But Rakovanite dismissed her with a wave, focusing instead on the girl. "Leave. And know that not everyone would allow you to walk away."