As Julius predicted from his previously untouched body, he fell into unconsciousness seconds after they'd gasped in pleasure for the last time that night. His eyelids felt heavy on his eyes, and his body was sore. Cain wasn't being gentle with him at all, especially when that was his first time. He left him bleeding from places he never thought he'd be bleeding from. It was torturous yet brilliant, but his body couldn't put up with as much as he'd wanted. He felt wonderful nevertheless. A strange feeling of warmth creeping up and down his body as he cuddled into the demon's back.
Cain slipped out of the arms of Julius and out from under the covers of the bed. It was near noon now. Oh how time flew, not that he had anything to do now… Which had a rather empty feeling. Strange, that he actually wished he had something to do. He stretched his muscles, his back gloriously decorated with the marks of the other, just as Julius probably had more than a few deep scratches from him. Julius held up nicely for his first time, wonderful for him. However, he did feel the need to shower, some sweat still clinging to his glorious naked body from well spent lust. He ran a hand over his back, smearing some of the blood in the process, feeling the new small ridges that overlapped an old scar.
He started gathering his clothes, as well as Julius's, pulling on his pants and slipping on the rest of his clothes before folding Julius's and retrieving him a new shirt, laying it on the chair beside the bed as he gathered the used dishes and carted them off to the kitchen area, deciding to at least clean up a little. He did not like to stay in bed for too long; being so inactive was against his better nature.
Disappointment over powered the warmth inside of him. Julius felt the bed sink in and rise back up as his partner moved out of his reach. He slowly opened his eyes, watching the demon move around the room and disappear into the kitchen. His eyes widened as he noticed the new marks Cain had on his back before he covered them with a shirt and winced at his own. They really did go too far, but it felt good either way.
Something about the demon wasn't right though, he could feel it. It threw him off, and he needed to find out what had him bothered. In usual situations he would ignore this feeling and let nature take its course as if he didn't notice the other's hurt. He didn't care enough. But Cain was different. Julius shared his body with this man. There were no more personal boundaries between them and he wasn't about to start building one. At least… he didn't wish to. A groan could be heard as Julius forced his heavy, sore body up. He located his pants and slipped them on, ignoring the new shirt placed out for him. He rubbed his back with a sigh. "He's really rough…" Julius whispered quietly to himself. Another sigh escaped his lips as he followed Cain into the Kitchen. He watched the distracted demon carefully. Something was certainly off about him. He didn't even notice him moving as Julius softly wrapped his arms around the taller man's waist, hugging him from behind, causing the demon to flinch a little. Julius put his lips to the back of the man's head, kissing his hair, "if you ever cut your hair, I'll find a way to end you" he threatened lovingly chuckling into the man's neck.
Cain had his hands busy, washing the plate between his soapy hands. Almost too concentrated on cleaning it, as if he couldn't bear to have any part of it imperfect or dirtied. Nothing but the same old rather cold expression back on his face as he scrubbed at the dish with the wet cloth, digging at the stuck on food with his nail. In all honesty he had not noticed Julius get up, nor him following into the kitchen- that is, until he felt the warm and sudden sensation of the other grab him by the waist, hugging him close. He had inexplicably flinched at the action, having been caught off guard by the reaper. Cain had stopped scrubbing at the dish, seemingly just a tad tense. Julius went on about his hair, threatening him if he cut it.
"I assure you it shall never happen. It is the one thing I am proud of." he replied, head lowering a bit and going back to scrubbing the dish, soaking it in the water and bringing it back up. Still some stuck on food. That's what he got for leaving it out. He did not mind the other cuddling into him as he was, but he was not partaking in it either as he focused on the stubborn dish that refused to become clean.
Julius frowned at the other's indifference towards his closeness. He felt a little hurt, but the feeling quickly subsided as stubbornness took in. Julius reached from underneath his partner's arm and grabbed hold of the man's right hand in order to stop him from washing the dishes. The reaper's other arm went around the demon, reaching up for his face as he covered Cain's eyes with his left hand, leaning his head back a little so the demon's head touched Julius' shoulder. They stood there, in the same position, in silence for what seemed like a few minutes. Their slow breaths and the running water were the only things that could be heard. It was somewhat eerie in a sense that Julius didn't know what exactly to say, thinking maybe the taller man wasn't as comfortable as he was. He just wanted to make the man he loved feel better, but he may have failed.
Cain stared down at the mucky water, eyes shifting, gazing at the other's hand resting over his, staying his movements, forcing him to quit scrubbing at the dish. Forcing his attention away from the trivial task as his arm shifted around him, fingers brushing over his cheek as he covered his eyes and gingerly tilted his head back, fitting themselves together as he held the plate in his hand. He was stilled, almost uncomfortably so, as the other kept a firm, yet caring hold on him, keeping him in place. Trapping him.
Julius sighed into the other's ear, receiving a small shiver which brought a smile to his face. "Are you alright, Cain?" Julius finally asked not letting go of the man at all. "You're acting a bit strange…" He wondered if that was the right approach, but it didn't seem wrong to ask. He didn't even know why exactly it was necessary to hide the man's eyes. It just happened he guessed. As if covering the demon's eyes could stop his distractions so he could only focus on Julius and nothing else. He found himself subconsciously rubbing his unshaven face against the demon's softer one, realising he probably should stop before it got uncomfortable for the other. He desperately needed a shave… Julius closed his own eyes slowly, breathing in the man's scent. It was pleasant yet he knew the man needed a bath. They both did. They were at it for too long last night. Not that he was complaining or anything.
Standing here like this, it made Cain's knees want to give out, made his chest ache as if some invisible force were to constrict him. He could feel the other breathing, his chest gently shifting as it rose and fell with each tender breath, feeling that soft breath even tingle over the tip of his ear and the side of his jaw. The soft sigh brought a spill of warmth that sent a cold chill through his body, goose bumps forming over his skin. He held a little tighter on the dish as the words came from the reaper's tender lips, intruding on his ear like an unwanted visitor.
"What could possibly be wrong…" he muttered. "I have purpose, I have someone to serve- is that not all a lowly demon could ever hope for." he said, just a bit spitefully. The crack of the dish could be heard as it broke from his hard grasp, shattering in his hand and cutting his soft flesh. He lightly dropped the remains of the plate in the water, reaching up and grasping his wrist, pulling his hand away from his eyes, staring up at Julius. What could one describe such a look as? Melancholic, hurt, rather angry even. Perhaps he was angry at himself. Who couldn't really tell why.
The truth was… Although he did have a new master, a new purpose… the purpose was empty. This one would be gone and he would have nothing. A week was his time left, after that, this one would vanish, and so too would he. Back to a distasteful life, should Julius abandon him. He wasn't sure what he was most displeased at- the fact he was ensnared by a reaper, only to be left and useless, or the fact it only dared remind him of just how pitiful he was. How weak… Perhaps it was something else he did not bare think about.
"I am fine- do I not always seem to be?" he responded, sweeping away the traces of his weakness. He was not willing to show it. Never would he willingly let another see the cracks of his fragmented reality. And never to this man- especially this one… He would never forgive himself if this one saw any more than he had, more than the mark of his weakness. For if this man seemed to be the only one able to break him.
Julius didn't fight against the demon as he removed his hand and turned to face him. His ear twitching at the sound of the cracked glass, and the consequence to follow as the demon bled. Julius' eyes widened as the demon looked into his eyes. It was only for a split second but he could see mixed emotions of hurt, and anger, then those cold eyes came back to stare him down. Julius sighed, he felt like crying. He wanted to shake the demon until he told him what was on his mind. He wanted to kiss him, drag him back to the bed and cuddle with him forever, or until William came back to haunt them. He wanted to tell the demon that no matter what was bothering him, that it was going to be okay, that he was here and wasn't about to leave him alone. That he loved him with all his heart. But he knew he couldn't keep any promise of staying by him. He knew a week was all they were given and he knew he couldn't do anything about that. He wanted so desperately to stay by him and sink into his strong arms, but all he could do was let out a heavy sigh and avoid the demon's eyes.
He was angry. Angry at the demon, at himself, at this world. Just when he finally found a purpose, a reason in this infinite life, his happiness was slowly being taken away from him. He desperately held on to that shrinking hair of happiness that made him so content, but he knew it was going to just disappear sooner or later. Julius glared down at the floor, furious with himself as he allowed weakness to be shown to the demon once more, his tears dripping from his eyes and to the floor. He wanted to punch a hole in that floor. Something to replace his empty heart. He just wanted to be with this man. Why couldn't the world possible accept that? He snorted, amused at his latter thoughts. He knew he was going to be punished after his due date by the Reaper superiors. His actions were far from tolerable and he was going to get punished for them. Punished for feeling. Punished for being happy. Punished for being in love.
Julius grit his teeth and let go of Cain's hand slowly, his fingertips sliding down the demon's hand. He quickly and angrily rubbed at his tears with his arm and took a step backwards without looking at Cain. "I should probably finish with the rest of my assignments…" He swallowed back threatening tears and continued, "… before my due date…" his voice cracked at the end as he turned swiftly and headed back into the bedroom looking for his shirt. He glared down at the new shirt that Cain had so caringly laid out for him. His face flushed with anger as tears made their way back down his face.
-Damn it all…-
Tears… this one certainly did cry a lot. Didn't he? Cain did not move as the other retracted himself, pulling away and hiding away his tears, wiping them away and distancing himself from him. That was best, was it not? If they were to separate anyhow, why prolong it… There was no use in it. No use trying, or attempting to make something work that was clearly impossible. Who ever heard of a reaper staying on earth for longer than their intended stay? It was less likely than hell freezing over and turning into candy land.
Yet, as he stood there, near death still, eyes unwilling to look at the other, he felt he could not simply let it be. He did not want to be useless, he did not want to go back to a meaningless life with nothing to keep his thoughts out of the past. He raised his eyes, those lilac eyes soft and almost sad as he stared at the other's back. Julius clearly was in distress, as he gathered the shirt he had laid out for him. He could see the heart-ache, the pain in his rather stiff movement. He closed his eyes briefly, brows furrowing together as his lip curled in detest. No, he could not let him go. Julius was his, his owner- his soul. He would have him.
Cain firmly and quickly walked up to him, not bothering to be silent, footsteps apparent as he came up behind him, grabbing him by the back of his pants, pulling him close and wrapping an arm tight around his shoulder, wrapping the other under his arms as he rested his chin on the back of his shoulder blade, the other's hair tickling his nose as he relished the other's warmth.
"Ego tibi semper erunt, et tantum tua. Quid me velis sed quaeso, ne derelinquas me ... Non ita crudelis …" He whispered, the language flowing vitally off his tongue, yet it yearned with such an intense sadness that it could grasp onto any heart capable of feeling. "Placere…" you could hear the begging in his voice, pleading even. He could not explain it, how desperately he wished to hold onto this one. He was unwilling to let him get away, unwilling to lose him without a fight. This sensation was one he was unfamiliar with, as it blocked his chest and possibly made it hard to breathe.
The warm sensation bothered his eyes, blurring over his sight. He pressed himself closer to Julius, wrapping his arms more firmly around him as he closed his eyes, the drops of water falling from his dark lashes and dripping upon the other's shoulder, trailing down his skin. To shed tears… no demon would ever do such a thing, it was shameful. It was weak. What was it about this man that haunted him? Was it pure desperation of his final chance that made him cling to him? Perhaps. Although that sounded a lot more sad and desperate than it should have in his mind as it rolled over his thoughts.
"Please, do not go." he whispered.
How could he? How could he leave the man he'd been yearning for his entire life? The man who he gave everything to. The man he loved so much. The man who finally showed everything to him as salt water drizzled down his bare shoulder. Julius let go of the shirt he was about to wear and turned around awkwardly so he could face the demon, grabbing hold of his face, his hands on either side of Cain's face, forcing him to look into his eyes. He'd never seen such sorrow, and loneliness. It was as if he was looking back at himself. Looking at his own loneliness. His own pain. They truly shared everything now, and he wasn't ready to let something like this slip away. He clung on to that small hair of happiness with all his might.
Julius allowed the other to cry as he crushed his lips with the demon's. It wasn't long. A small, sweet, yet passion filled kiss to relieve his partner of his worries. Another kiss followed right after, this time more intense and needy, as Julius pushed Cain back onto the bed, stealing his breath away. Fingers intertwined together while others teased. He wanted to show this man how much he loved him even if it meant doing so a million times. Julius broke the kiss to breath. He moved his head a little and allowed it to flop face down, beside Cain's head on the pillow. His quickened breaths invading Cain's ear as he softly kissed the demon's ear lobe. "I love you…" Julius whispered before the two molded into each other.
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Slow, warm breaths touched his bare skin as he awoke from a wonderful dream. Julius turned to stare at the mesmerizing, sleeping body next to him. His partner's cheek rested on his chest, while his hand just above the reaper's navel. Julius chuckled quietly as Cain began to murmur randomly in his sleep. He loved this side of the demon. The more subtle, peaceful side of him. It was cute. He softly moved the demon's hair away from his forehead as he leaned closer to brush his lips against it. "I'll never leave you" He whispered, "I promise". He didn't want to wake him from such a peaceful sleep, but he knew he needed to get those damned assignments off his back. Julius sighed, vexed at his own thoughts. Of all things he could be thinking about it, it had to go back to that… He gently moved the demon's head off his chest and placed it on the pillow, getting off the bed in the process.
"I should just quickly finish those three off and come back before he awakens…" he grit his teeth at his cold tone. He'd never meant to sound so indifferent towards precious human lives, but he knew that the sleeping man was far more important. He smiled down at his lover; glad he finally had something to come back to as he quickly slipped his clothes on, and headed out, without a sound.
He jumped through the city, from building to building, sighing in relief as it was too dark for anyone to spot him. He was going to break the rules a little and finish his assignments all in one day. He was going to be punished anyway and he guessed he was just giving the superiors more of a reason to do so.
He allowed an hour in between each assignment, gritting his teeth in regret as he desperately wanted to go back to cuddling his partner. A smile crept up Julius' face as thoughts about the mumbling demon rose to his mind. He quickened his pace, making his way back to where he should be, before halting in place, feeling an unpleasant presence ripple through the air. Julius turned and growled at his superior not caring how loud he was being, "You lied to me!"
"I knew you wouldn't leave things to the last minute, but I didn't expect you to break the rules like that" an all too calm voice slipped from confident lips of the body that had appeared out of nowhere. William pulled his glasses up with his middle finger as he coldly looked at the furious man.
"You can't do this to me, William!" Julius screamed at the reaper, "Give me the promised week! Please!" He looked down as he begged; his voice shrinking. "Please William, and then I'll receive any punishment they're willing to give me without a sound…" He made fists with his hands, his thoughts haunted by the tears of his lover, "Please…" he pleaded.
"Honestly… This is what happens when a reaper isn't supervised properly." William sighed, approaching the pained reaper, "You are to obey orders and follow me without a word, otherwise I am not responsible to what happens to that demon you cling on to so desperately" He grabbed on to Julius' arm.
Julius shot up, glaring at William with bewildered eyes, "Leave him out of this!" He screamed at his superior, yet didn't dare fight against him. William never bluffs, so his threatening was true and possible. The superiors would find every possible way to harm his lover in order to torture Julius, and he wasn't about to allow that to happen. He silently allowed himself to be dragged back into the reaper realm and towards the main hall, entering the superiors' oversized judgement room, his head bowed in regret. He was not ashamed. He never regretted loving Cain, and allowing him to see every piece of him. His only regrets were waking up and leaving the demon. He regretted finishing his assignments and not fighting the reaper. He regretted leaving Cain behind when he promised he'd never leave him.
Emotionally and physically spent, Cain relished in the warmth. Finally taking the time to ease his mind and simply let some peace take over, finally allowing his needed rest. It seemed like an eternity before he finally awoke, drowsy and still rather stuck in a hazy warm embrace from the ghostly memories of being embraced in the other's arms. The second time in twenty four hours, not the first time, but certainly it wasn't often he got to spend himself so thoroughly with another. In fact, it had been a while since he last indulged so shamelessly.
He slowly shifted, moving off his chest and rolling over on his side, using a hand to pull the long locks out from under him. Julius caught on quick, he smirked at the thought, closing his eyes for a few moments before turning his head, expecting to see the reaper lying next to him asleep and cuddling into the sheets. But instead, he found no one… Cain stared openly at the empty spot, wrinkled and a bit bare from past company, now cold from lack thereof.
He sat up, hopelessly gazing around the small area in search of the man he had broken for. He was gone… It was pure shock that had him in dismayed silence. But the intense emotions hit him like a brick wall. Julius had left him there, without a word. And quite a while ago too by the looks of it. The first thing he felt was anger, scorn, that the bastard had dared trifle with him, played him like a damn hopeless fool, screwed him, and left him totally and utterly stranded in bed like a helpless rabbit. It infuriated him! How dare that reaper toy with him!
His eyes flared red, pupils shrinking into diamond slits, a revolting hiss escaping from his throat as he threw the covers off himself, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed and quickly gathering himself into presentable condition. He was going to be sure to find that bastard and carve him into pieces for playing him like a fool! He swiped his mask, ridiculous it may have been for his anger, but damn well he did not have any other mask to choose. He tied the mask on tight, knotting it and tying down his hair. He quickly leapt out of the trap door, kicking it closed and jumping off the roof, landing in the alley bellow, cracking the crate bellow his feet.
He followed what traces he could find of Julius, wandering for what seemed forever, coming across cadavers, but nothing more… His anger slowly cooled and melted into worry when he could not find him immediately. If he was on earth, he would have found him much quicker, he had been given a week, had he not? Or did he already return? Or was he taken… that last thought flared his anger once more and brought ugly suspicions. William… that was the name he had locked in his mind. That impulsive prick. He was the cause of this, he knew it. The dark eyes of his mask faintly glowed red, his gloveless fingers curling into enraged fists, his long sharp nails digging into his palms.
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The sound of the whip as it connected with flesh was unsettling. The leather ripped through his skin, as crimson traced his back muscles. He did not utter a sound. Never allowing those bastards the pleasure of knowing he was in pain. He soundlessly bit his lower lip until it bled, his eyes tightly shut. His hands clutched on to the ropes that pulled his arms up and apart from each other as he was on his knees. His body was twitching uncontrollably with every whip at his back.
"Claim your treason boy, and you will be released" One of the superior's mighty voice echoed through the room.
The swinging of the torture devise paused, allowing him to speak. "Love is not treaso-" he grit his teeth as a small gasped escaped his throat as thick leather connected with his back again. Several times, not allowing him to breath. Julius tried hard to compose himself, controlling his breathing, steadying his shivering body, as he glared up at his heartless superiors. His thoughts were completely laced with Cain's peaceful sleeping face as he last left it. He knew he could never escape this hell, but every and any chance he was given that little bit of freedom, he was going to go back to the man who gave him purpose and sink into him.
"Cain…" A whisper could barely be heard out of the reaper as he allowed harm to be afflicted to his body.
As if upon the will of the hurt reaper, the room became colder, the temperature dropping rapidly, a dark haze falling over the extraordinary sized room. A dark purple mist swirled just in front of the bleeding reaper, the form of the long haired man resurrecting from thin air as the realm at his breech seemed to twist, a crack in their frame. Cain had bleed in from the contract, Julius was his way in and his only way in. And he was here in the flesh. He caught the leathery weapon as soon as he appeared, cold hand snatching the threatening bind and curling it around his fingers, holding it so tight his rigged knuckles were white, dark nails tearing into the leather like teeth, creating a steal grip on the weapon.
His long hair, confined by a dark ribbon, swayed lightly over his back. Those dark deep abyssal holes of eyes in the cold emotionless mask bright red. Angry, full of animosity. He was here to bring a taste of pure hell to these bastards that dare touch the reaper he had shared his bed with. No one was going to hurt him and get away with it. Yes, he was weaker here, and he certainly was drastically outnumbered… But he was not going down without a fight and without a few heads to be cleaved.
88"A great crimson river shall stain your realm for harming Master Julius." he seethed. That was not just a threat, it was a damned promise he would be sure to go through with. Sure, he might not be able to particularly kill them, but he could still sever their heads, cut off their limbs, and tear them apart for as long as he could before he got his ass handed to him and had to retreat with Julius. Sounded like a plan, rash, but you couldn't quite blame the demon. He was a demon! Of course he was going to go bat shit crazy if you took something of his that he intended to keep. Julius was no exception. His first target, the one with the whip.
He yanked the whip right out of his hands, lassoing it back to wrap around the other's neck and thrashing him to the ground before leaping at him, tangling with the man as his clawed nailed shredded him, speckles of crimson blood spraying over the soft white mask and marring the perfect white with a red contrast. When the man was no longer moving, either too pained to move or as near death as he could get, he lifted his head to face the oh so superior bastards, a small trickle of blood trailing down the side of his mask and dripping off his chin. He was going to go after every single person in his way, lord help them if they could stop him before he caused too much damage. Most demons were quite destructive enough calm and collected- an enraged demon, well, that was just a bloody massacre.
As if calling the demon's name had summoned him, Julius felt severe pain to his chest where the demon's contract was tattooed onto him, as the demon appeared before him stopping the last whip from connecting with his back. Julius thought he was hallucinating, as he was definitely in deep pain, and his vision was certainly becoming hazy. He snapped out of his denial as the reaper ripped through his tormentor. Julius grit his teeth, grabbing hold of the ropes keeping him still and pulling on them with a great grunt, freeing himself. He glared at the idiotic demon. Julius was an elite Reaper, legend from the weapon he was given by his master. He could have gotten out of any situation, but he only stayed, and allowed his body to be harmed to keep them from hurting Cain. And here the demon was, waltzing around the room, dislocating limbs without a second thought. He wanted to punch that damned mask in until his hand came out the other side of the demon's head. His superiors would find every way possible to torture the demon when they got their hands on him, and they were clearly out numbered. He was exhausted from lose of blood and pain, but he wasn't about to allow the idiot to take all those reapers on his own.
He noticed William and the young blond haired reaper, Ronald approaching Cain from either side of him, while he was already occupied by another reaper. Julius ran towards Cain, back bent as he pivoted kicking the reaper in front of the demon in the process. Julius stood in front of the shocked Cain, glaring at him for only a second as he swung his arms around the still demon, using the thick ropes that still cling to his wrists as a weapon. William managed to dodge it as he stepped back and out of reach, but the poor young reaper was hit and thrown backwards. Julius swung around, turning his back to his lover. He glared up at his superiors as a means of challenge.
Cain could not say it was logical, nor was it smart, to be here tearing through people like tissue paper, if only to put his anger into something physical and unleash his wrath on the bastards that were the ones threatening his purpose. Threatening to take away Julius and keep him here. He would not allow it! By the time he was finished, he would be sure this floor was painted completely red- with not a spot left untouched by their life liquid!
He went at the reaper in front of him, fist connecting with the other's weapon as the poor bastard managed a block and tried to subdue him, but all he managed was to distract him. Enough to catch him off guard when Julius flew past him and took out the reaper in front of him with a nasty kick that likely unhinged the poor sucker's jaw. Cain noticed the two that were trying to creep up on him as Julius lashed out at them, forcing them back. Cain's eyes were caught on William, daring him to try and come at him, to see just what he would do if the bastard tried anything. However, his attention shifted when a conversation decided to arise.
"You are nothing without your scythe, Julius!" One of his superior called. "Alexander made a mistake trusting a useless child with his weapon"
Julius grit his teeth, "Is that what you want?" he yelled through his teeth, still standing in front of the demon protectively, trying hard to calm his irregular breaths. The superiors have been eyeing his scythe ever since it was handed to him by his master.
"Pardon?"
"Alexander's Scythe. If I allow you permission to wield it, will you let us leave?" He regretted every word he spat out. His master's scythe meant everything to him. It was a great weapon that only few could wield, and his master had intrusted it in him before he bowed to his position as a reaper and left the realm. Something no one had dared to do before. Julius snorted at the thought. –I guess I'll be the second…- He never thought he would follow his master's foot steps to this extent. He despised his master after he had left, but now he understood the reason as to why he had unintentionally abandoned him.
'If you love something with all your heart, don't ever hesitate to hold on to it forever.' Julius remembered his master's words which brought tears down from his furious eyes.
-I failed you master…. I'm so sorry…-
"You are willing to give up Alexander's Scythe and your position for that!" It wasn't a question, as his superior practically spat the words at them in disgust, while pointing behind him at the demon.
Julius hesitated for a few seconds, his glare never leaving his superiors. He stood, back straight as he ripped the ropes from around his wrists and nodded confidently as he seemed to almost tower over Cain. "Yes. I allow you complete permission to Alexander's scythe, if you allow us leave." His glare intensified, "And never come after us!" his eyes threatened the now amused superiors.
The elite superior laughed, mocking Julius, "As you wish. From this day forth, you, Julius Sky, will live in the human world, unarmed and free to live an eternity with no responsibility. Go ahead and follow your foolish master's footsteps. I allow you leave" His superior turned to look at William, who stood, tense, glaring at Julius. "Show them out, I wish to never see such disgrace ever again." The superior sat back down on his chair and huffed, "Bring me the scythe" was the last thing Julius heard as he followed the reaper, with the demon close behind him.
A nasty snarl coming from those porcelain lips when the superior decided to insult him. Oh he could have leapt at him then and tore his throat out for being such a presumptuous asshole! He could have, but the hesitation of Julius had him stilled, waiting for what was to unfold, watching Julius's back. There was little he could do as Julius gave up what he had for him, a demon, and they were told to leave.
His master's last memories. His life and job. His purpose. Everything slipped away from him in mere minutes as he gave everything up for the silent demon following behind him as they exited the reaper realm. It was the last time he was going to ever see such a dreadful place again. He was free. So why did he feel so pained?
"You made a huge mistake Julius" Was that sympathy he heard in William's voice? It couldn't possibly be. Julius looked up quickly at the reaper, his eyes never failing to see that second of emotion before it disappeared into the cold look the reaper always played on his face.
Julius huffed and looked down, "It's none of your business. And not like you care anyway."
"Alexander." William began catching Julius' full attention, "He's in France" The reaper turned his back to Julius as he walked back into the reaper realm without another word.
Julius had been searching for his master since he'd left. The superiors tried their best to keep them from meeting, and of all people to guide him, it had to be William. Julius sighed, watching the reaper as he disappeared into nothingness. The night was finally backed to silence. He must've been gone for a while.
Cain did not resist, although he wished he could still rip those others apart, and followed after Julius without a word. Like a dog on a leash. When they were alone, in the dreary silent night, he realized how selfish he had been as he watched Julius. A reaper, was it not that all they had was a title, a job, and their weapon at their side? He had taken it all away from Julius, in one slaughter. Selfishly stripped the man of what he had, solely because he would not let Julius leave him.
Julius looked up, expressionless, watching the silent moon, tears dripping down his cheeks unknowingly. It wasn't until the demon next to him made some sort of movement, taking off his mask that Julius snapped back to reality. He turned his head slowly to glare at the demon. His hand reacted before his brain did as it connected with Cain's face, slapping him, before his knees finally gave out on him and he fell to the ground. Every emotion came at once, over whelming his body and mind as tears flowed like a river from his eyes. He let out a ripping scream, so loud sleeping birds awoke and relocated, flying above them. Julius punched the ground, ignoring the blood seeping from his knuckles, as his head followed right after, his forehead hitting the ground hard. He cried out, sniffling and whimpering, letting out all his anger on the grass below him as his fists connected with the ground a few more times.
Cain reached for the crimson mask, pulling it away from his face. "Master Juli-" he tried to speak, but his return was a harsh hit, the other's hand connecting with his face and effectively silenced him. His cheek stung, but it could not have hurt worse than watching Julius at his feet, beating the ground, crying out so helplessly. Cain slowly sank to his knees, sitting next to him, lightly placing the bloodied mask on the grass.
Julius wanted to die just then. He gave up everything he ever had. Everything that ever held meaning to his infinite life. He hated himself and hated his master for not being by him. He hated the world and wished that it could all just end there and then, as he allowed his helpless body to curl on the floor, his consciousness slipping away.
"I apologize, Master Julius…" was all he could say. There was to be no excuses, no explanations, only his sympathies for the man. He gingerly placed his red-stained hand on Julius's head, fingers running through his dark, messy locks.