Now...
Lynx jumped from his seat on the couch, his face red with embarrassment.
"ENOUGH!" He roared with such strength, the room shook around them.
Abell leaned back and lit a cigarette, blowing the smoke straight up into the air.
"You remember what happened next. You remember how I awoke in your room, deep in the forest, buried in that castle of a cave. A true Dragon's Lair.
"You remember how your idea of consolation was to lay with me..." Abell spoke the last three words with toxic venom.
Lynx looked like he was about to be sick. His eyes were wide in horror as he placed his hand to his mouth and his arm around his stomach, hunching over.
"Bastard!... I would have never... oh dear Fire of the Sun itself... I did..." Lynx collapsed to his knees, hitting the coffee table and pushing it out of it's place.
Abell slowly kneeled to the floor, pushed the table away and sat beside Lynx. He reached out and gently took Lynx's chin in his hand.
"You told me I was like you, just not as pure. But I could never go back after you told me what I was; I could never pretend I was full human again. But that's right... You were a collector and I was your most important treasure. My mother... You protected her all those years and you loved her, but she was a witch and she didn't love you. At least, not the same way she loved my father. A long line of Fae royalty broken when she left for him and bore me. Then she died... You watched over me, but as I grew, you couldn't just watch anymore..." Abell leaned forward and pressed his lips to Lynx's, who fought briefly but gave in as the smell of roses filled his nose and mind.
"Even now... You have left all your treasure free for the taking... Just to see me."
He wrapped his fingers in Abell's long hair and pressed closer to him, but Abell bit harshly into his lip, drawing blood.
Lynx gave a yelp and jumped back to see Abell's eyes filled with nothing but anger, blood coating his now pointed teeth and dripping from his lip just as blood gushed from lynx's own ripped open mouth. Abell was smiling dangerously.
"That's exactly what happened last time, dear friend. Except I didn't stop you... Now get out before I rip more then just your pretty little lip." Abell growled at him.
Lynx was taken aback... He remembered everything again, and in such he had remembered why he had forgotten.
"Abell..." his voice almost cracking to pieces as the blood flowed from his lip.
The rage was building. Abell glared daggers at him, "What?" he hissed.
Lynx stared at the floor and gave a horrifying grin.
"I won't hold back...Do it, then." he laughed darkly as his nails twisted and his skin shimmered like molten gold; the pupils of his eyes slimming into reptilian slits.
Abell was slightly surprised, but met the challenge. He crawled towards Lynx as his nails grew stone sharp and glistening black; his eyes clouding with a rolling black smoke as his hair turned ash-grey and black.
Everyone heard the roars and screams coming from the highest floor, but not even Shadow could give them answers.
His cameras for Abell's Floor had all gone black days ago, and he wasn't allowed to fix them until tomorrow. Abell had told him that as soon as they malfunctioned...