No words were said. What words could be said? Cutting through the silence,
the Cross Driver uprooted from the table and whirled through the air,
racing back to it's master's hand, landing with the dull thud of metal
clapping against flesh.
"I've been waiting for this day for almost ten years..." Christian finally spoke, his words dripping with malice and loathing for the violet haired devil before him.
A slight smirk betrayed the calm visage of Marcus' face, "...and here I thought you'd lost yourself--"
"I could only wish!" Christian broke in, "...then I wouldn't be standing here as some tool of yours! I could finally be someone else, even if just a slave to another's design. ANYONE BUT YOU!"
"No... I shouldn't have expected less. You never had much in the ways of gratitude, you filthy street urchin."
"Fuck you, Marcus."
"Using big-boy words I see..." Marcus chuckled, unsheathing his blade composed of Zoid-Magnite, a vicious blade that emanated a haunting cyan glow. "So, your 'vocabulary' has... grown up, but has the rest of you? I wonder, are you finally going to stop fighting like a child? Or did you just come here to die again... 'Hell's Shit-stain'..."
Baby Steps - Recounting the Tale
Within one of the upper banquet halls, Danius sat beside himself in solitude. Like all the other rooms of the castle; this too was draped in bodies and blood. "This is all they'll ever be good for..." the imp whispered, tapping off a half-finished glass of wine, "...but so long as it's for my benefit, I suppose I can't complain..."
Throwing the glass to the floor, he stood up from the blood-stained chair and glanced about the room. "True to his word, he took care of the lot of them. But... there are more left... aren't there?" To which he shifted his glance to the ceiling, crimson eyes piercing the ageless stone walls, "...yes... Well, it would be bad manners to leave a job unfinished, now wouldn't it?"
'chik-chik-chik-chik-chik-chik'... again came forth his thin-bladed X-Acto knife.
Showers of orange sparks continually illuminated Marcus' chambers as the Cross Driver and the cyan blade met each other with ferocity outmatched only by their wielder's hate for the other. "So... I heard that after you plowed your sister, you blew each other's brains out."
"News always traveled fast to you, didn't it?" Christian responded coldly, leaping back toward the collapsed table.
Drawing his sword back, laying both hands upon the hilt, Marcus glared at the blue-haired demon opposite him, "Then what the hell'd you come back for?!"
"Clerical error. They said they wanted you, instead!" Leaning back, Chris used the reverse end of the Cross Driver to pick up a charred corpse and promptly lobbed it at Marcus... who cleanly split the lifeless mass in half as he dashed towards his prey. "James should never have taken a worthless wretch like you in! Should've left you to starve on the streets like all the other rotten cherubs!" Marcus returned every word bitterer than the last.
"Probably." Christian smirked, ducking a horizontal swing, "...because if he hadn't... and just left me there to starve... then just think... YOU WOULDN'T HAVE TO DIE TONIGHT!" Again leaping backward withdrew a Mac 11 from underneath his shirt into his left hand and squeezed hard on the trigger; lighting up the room and the night with a spray of bullets.
Such tactics were never enough to down Marcus; although a few bullets managed to graze his face and arms, the others either flew harmlessly by or met their fate at the hands of his cyan blade, "Unless you stop playing around, then I'll put my blade through your heart, again!"
Contrary to popular belief, the top level of Deviloux Manor housed another room apart from Marcus' chamber, only three knew of it; one was inside at all times, another was off fighting Christian and the other... well...
Laying his pale hand upon the rusted, circular shape device, Danius turned and pushed forward; allowing himself entrance into Marcus' Sanctuary and the unheard of room to Roxanne Deviloux. Not often had light from the outside touched these sacred walls.
"Marcus?" A feminine voice from within beckoned to the light.
"Heh, sorry. Wrong devil." Danius replied, stepping into view.
"D-Danius...? What are you doing here?"
His free hand swiftly shut and locked the door behind him, extinguishing the light from outside leaving only the few candles within to illuminate Roxanne's room. Turning her gaze from the slumbering infant in her arms, to her visitor to see why he hadn't replied to her question yet... only for her eyes to light up in horror.
"Tying up some loose ends..."
The exhausted submachine gun fell to the floor in pieces after having been run through courtesy of Marcus, which only caused Christian's amusement and Marcus' anger to grow. "Running as always... if there was one thing I couldn't do for you, it was to teach you how to be a little cleaner with your work!" Marcus fumed, taking the opportunity to again swing for Christian's head.
-Thud-
Stopped short of its target, the blade had been halted... held firmly in the grip of Christian's hand. "Idiot, what are you trying to do? You know that's suicide!" Marcus protested, dumbfounded by his adversary's display. "Wouldn't be the first time, Christian laughed.
"I'm growing tired of your incessant games! Stop dicking around and let's be on with it!" Marcus growled, unable to pull his blade free... a feat which otherwise would prove effortless, but now...?
"The games have stopped." Christian replied calmly, his face a quiet reflection of Marcus' usual tone. "I thought you might enjoy one last challenge in life, but it just goes to show which of us is truly ungrateful." With a flick of his wrist, the blade snapped in two and Marcus was sent tumbling back.
Marcus could only look on, speechless; the sight was far too much for words to conjure. Taking the Cross Driver at an end into both his hands, Christian let out a deep sigh as he made the final approach... "...and it is with this, that I bid you farewell from this world, Mon Maître, Marcus Deviloux."
-WHOOSH!-
...
Walking with red footsteps, Danius slowly approached Marcus' chambers and slid past the main doors, only to be greeted by Marcus' blood soaked, severed head landing in his arms. Looking up, his ruby eyes caught sight of a quiet, tired Christian perched in Marcus' throne. "Guess that'll learn me to have a little more faith in you." Danius joked, dropping the head to the floor and kicking it aside.
Christian said nothing, simply stood up from the throne and slowly made his way to the door. Danius watched with curious eyes, "...what should we do about this place?"
"Who cares?"
"Don't you think the authorities will find this all a might suspicious?"
"That's their problem."
"Christian...?"
He stopped. "..."
"Problem?"
"I... can't move." he thought to himself, the glow in his eyes subsiding and the golden tone fading... they slowly returned to their original red hue, of which they had not been since he first left this world.
Danius smiled to himself, holding his arms behind his back, "...about your earlier question..."
"I've been waiting for this day for almost ten years..." Christian finally spoke, his words dripping with malice and loathing for the violet haired devil before him.
A slight smirk betrayed the calm visage of Marcus' face, "...and here I thought you'd lost yourself--"
"I could only wish!" Christian broke in, "...then I wouldn't be standing here as some tool of yours! I could finally be someone else, even if just a slave to another's design. ANYONE BUT YOU!"
"No... I shouldn't have expected less. You never had much in the ways of gratitude, you filthy street urchin."
"Fuck you, Marcus."
"Using big-boy words I see..." Marcus chuckled, unsheathing his blade composed of Zoid-Magnite, a vicious blade that emanated a haunting cyan glow. "So, your 'vocabulary' has... grown up, but has the rest of you? I wonder, are you finally going to stop fighting like a child? Or did you just come here to die again... 'Hell's Shit-stain'..."
Baby Steps - Recounting the Tale
Within one of the upper banquet halls, Danius sat beside himself in solitude. Like all the other rooms of the castle; this too was draped in bodies and blood. "This is all they'll ever be good for..." the imp whispered, tapping off a half-finished glass of wine, "...but so long as it's for my benefit, I suppose I can't complain..."
Throwing the glass to the floor, he stood up from the blood-stained chair and glanced about the room. "True to his word, he took care of the lot of them. But... there are more left... aren't there?" To which he shifted his glance to the ceiling, crimson eyes piercing the ageless stone walls, "...yes... Well, it would be bad manners to leave a job unfinished, now wouldn't it?"
'chik-chik-chik-chik-chik-chik'... again came forth his thin-bladed X-Acto knife.
Showers of orange sparks continually illuminated Marcus' chambers as the Cross Driver and the cyan blade met each other with ferocity outmatched only by their wielder's hate for the other. "So... I heard that after you plowed your sister, you blew each other's brains out."
"News always traveled fast to you, didn't it?" Christian responded coldly, leaping back toward the collapsed table.
Drawing his sword back, laying both hands upon the hilt, Marcus glared at the blue-haired demon opposite him, "Then what the hell'd you come back for?!"
"Clerical error. They said they wanted you, instead!" Leaning back, Chris used the reverse end of the Cross Driver to pick up a charred corpse and promptly lobbed it at Marcus... who cleanly split the lifeless mass in half as he dashed towards his prey. "James should never have taken a worthless wretch like you in! Should've left you to starve on the streets like all the other rotten cherubs!" Marcus returned every word bitterer than the last.
"Probably." Christian smirked, ducking a horizontal swing, "...because if he hadn't... and just left me there to starve... then just think... YOU WOULDN'T HAVE TO DIE TONIGHT!" Again leaping backward withdrew a Mac 11 from underneath his shirt into his left hand and squeezed hard on the trigger; lighting up the room and the night with a spray of bullets.
Such tactics were never enough to down Marcus; although a few bullets managed to graze his face and arms, the others either flew harmlessly by or met their fate at the hands of his cyan blade, "Unless you stop playing around, then I'll put my blade through your heart, again!"
Contrary to popular belief, the top level of Deviloux Manor housed another room apart from Marcus' chamber, only three knew of it; one was inside at all times, another was off fighting Christian and the other... well...
Laying his pale hand upon the rusted, circular shape device, Danius turned and pushed forward; allowing himself entrance into Marcus' Sanctuary and the unheard of room to Roxanne Deviloux. Not often had light from the outside touched these sacred walls.
"Marcus?" A feminine voice from within beckoned to the light.
"Heh, sorry. Wrong devil." Danius replied, stepping into view.
"D-Danius...? What are you doing here?"
His free hand swiftly shut and locked the door behind him, extinguishing the light from outside leaving only the few candles within to illuminate Roxanne's room. Turning her gaze from the slumbering infant in her arms, to her visitor to see why he hadn't replied to her question yet... only for her eyes to light up in horror.
"Tying up some loose ends..."
The exhausted submachine gun fell to the floor in pieces after having been run through courtesy of Marcus, which only caused Christian's amusement and Marcus' anger to grow. "Running as always... if there was one thing I couldn't do for you, it was to teach you how to be a little cleaner with your work!" Marcus fumed, taking the opportunity to again swing for Christian's head.
-Thud-
Stopped short of its target, the blade had been halted... held firmly in the grip of Christian's hand. "Idiot, what are you trying to do? You know that's suicide!" Marcus protested, dumbfounded by his adversary's display. "Wouldn't be the first time, Christian laughed.
"I'm growing tired of your incessant games! Stop dicking around and let's be on with it!" Marcus growled, unable to pull his blade free... a feat which otherwise would prove effortless, but now...?
"The games have stopped." Christian replied calmly, his face a quiet reflection of Marcus' usual tone. "I thought you might enjoy one last challenge in life, but it just goes to show which of us is truly ungrateful." With a flick of his wrist, the blade snapped in two and Marcus was sent tumbling back.
Marcus could only look on, speechless; the sight was far too much for words to conjure. Taking the Cross Driver at an end into both his hands, Christian let out a deep sigh as he made the final approach... "...and it is with this, that I bid you farewell from this world, Mon Maître, Marcus Deviloux."
-WHOOSH!-
...
Walking with red footsteps, Danius slowly approached Marcus' chambers and slid past the main doors, only to be greeted by Marcus' blood soaked, severed head landing in his arms. Looking up, his ruby eyes caught sight of a quiet, tired Christian perched in Marcus' throne. "Guess that'll learn me to have a little more faith in you." Danius joked, dropping the head to the floor and kicking it aside.
Christian said nothing, simply stood up from the throne and slowly made his way to the door. Danius watched with curious eyes, "...what should we do about this place?"
"Who cares?"
"Don't you think the authorities will find this all a might suspicious?"
"That's their problem."
"Christian...?"
He stopped. "..."
"Problem?"
"I... can't move." he thought to himself, the glow in his eyes subsiding and the golden tone fading... they slowly returned to their original red hue, of which they had not been since he first left this world.
Danius smiled to himself, holding his arms behind his back, "...about your earlier question..."