11. Savior
Recognition shone fervently in the youth's determined eyes; he knew that these two were the fallen angels from the case files.
"I must say I am honored..." Semyaza stated proudly as he allowed the boy's thoughts to resound in his own mind. "...I do not know of you. Yet you seem to recognize me." Amused malice was evident in his tone as he took a step toward the boy.
Quickly sizing up his opponent, the Empath knew that speed would be his best asset in this fight.
Realizing that the two angels had the advantage in this small alley, as there was a very limited area for his velocity to take him anywhere, he attempted to teleport to the more spacious rooftops of one of the condemned apartments.
However, he flinched involuntarily as a sharp ache suddenly wracked his slender frame, leaving his temples throbbing. Hisoka finally took notice of the invisible energy barrier that halted his futile attempts at teleportation.
"Shit!" he hissed under his breath in frustration. 'How the Hell did I miss that before?' he thought angrily against his own foolishness and irresponsibility.
Semyaza only smiled slightly as he felt the inferior human's spiritual energy push against Azazel's metaphysical wall in an effort to escape.
"It is a unique barrier. It only takes form if one uses magic against it. Otherwise the barrier, as well as its occupants, goes unnoticed. Apparently, you were able to enter because of your psychic powers. But now, do not count on being able to leave," Semyaza stated, raising his head in a self-satisfied gesture.
Comprehending what the angel had been doing, the Empath hastily reinforced his mental barriers while maintaining an icy glare of antagonism.
Immediately considering his options, Hisoka held his newly appointed ground and decidedly clenched his fists tightly as he focused psychic energy down to his clasped fingertips. Concentrating his power, he quickly removed a single paper fuda charm from his denim pocket and emblazoned the spell written upon it with his accumulated spiritual energy, creating a shield around his battle-tensed form.
Standing several yards from the boy, both angels could sense the elevating power emitting from the youth, and they in turn prepared to counter the boy's efforts.
Semyaza stepped to the forefront, and as a slight groan pressed through the dark lips of the taller angel, large black wings sprouted forth from each of the angel's backs.
Dewdrops of salty sweat pooled into wild streams down Semyaza's untamed expression, his breath now deep from the angelic transformation. His arms hung heavily at his sides, passionate eyes fixated on the teen in a feral manner.
The slightly shorter Azazel stood diagonally in back of his angel master with an impassible posture, avoiding the fight altogether, his arms crossed dignifiedly over his chest.
Disregarding his comrade and instead savoring the sight of the boy in front of him, Semyaza conjured a thick dark energy around his meditatively tensed body. Closing his hands in a prayer position, the magic concentrated to his palms. In a quick, methodical gesture, Semyaza parted his hands, sending powerful twin blasts cutting through the chilling night mist straight at the small Shinigami.
Judging each attack, Hisoka leapt to the right and dodged the first wave easily but pain tore at his senses as his thin body was sideswiped by the second. He was thrown back as a dark force cut through his barrier and into his tenuous flank, releasing a thick stream of crimson to the pavement.
Rolling several times before coming to a halt in a crouched position, Hisoka clutched his side as hot blood spilled around his trembling fingers.
'That was...' Hisoka thought with stunned eyes as he sensed the volatile mix of immense celestial power and carnal western black arts.
Semyaza merely watched arrogantly as the boy attempted to regain his composure after the unexpected force of the attack.
Laboriously rising up, the Empath gripped his wounded side painfully and placed an index and middle finger to his tightened brow as he shut his eyes to concentrate his energy again for an attack. Hisoka opened a psychic channel between his mind and Semyaza's, and quickly synchronized with the angel long enough to send an intense psychic torrent to decimate his synapses.
The Empath flew back from the power of his own attack, scattering scarlet-flecked, wheat-blonde hair about his face. He grunted as fell to the ground, and slowly shook his head in an attempt to relieve it from the overwhelming vertigo.
Slowly, Hisoka rose to unstable feet and cradled his throbbing temple in the palm of his cool hand while holding his slowly regenerating flank in the other. His emerald gaze traveled to the winged silhouette crouched on the ground. Several black feathers littered the hard pavement.
The Empath was shocked to behold a wickedly triumphant smile across the angel's full red lips.
'What the Hell?' The Empath's expression twisted with fear and confusion.
Semyaza rose calmly and whipped his head to the side, allowing raven hair to fall back behind his shoulders. A thin trail of scarlet fluid ran lazily from one of his ruby eyes down the slope of his cheekbone.
"I am afraid if you desire to pit your rage against mine, boy, you will lose," the angel stated coolly as he stood to his full height.
Hisoka's expression was set in pure rage as he breathed hard through gritted teeth. Feeling the exhilaration of adrenaline course hotly throughout his entire body, he prepared himself again for his next attack.
However, before the boy could summon the energy for an assault, the ruby-eyed Seraph extended his six large wings and quickly drove them downward in a powerful motion, thrusting his already imposing physique into the cool midnight air, well above the Empath in the decaying street below.
The boy quickly opted for a defensive stance as the angel effortlessly concentrated an ethereal force around himself that manipulated the matter, allowing him to float as he began a whispered chant that illuminated his black feathers to an unnatural deep blue shine.
Semyaza emphasized the last word of his spell by slicing through the frigid air with strong black wings, sending a storm of fine, razor-sharp energy plummeting towards the boy.
Having no time or strength to evade the assault properly, Hisoka raised his arms in front of pleading emerald eyes and focused his own dwindling power on his already dilapidated shield as he took the attack head on.
The piecing force produced acute gashes over his entire body as he was violently hurled backward to the unforgiving ground. He coughed against hot scarlet that threatened the customary flow of oxygen to his lungs. Dark red ran profusely from the corner of his mouth down the length of his pale neck. A sickening metallic scent hung in the air as waning arms that supported the boy's beaten body became increasingly saturated with crimson.
Dispelling the float spell, Semyaza gracefully descended with his wings extended powerfully to catch the wind in order to support his weight. He touched down with a light tap right over the boy, pride written across his vicious features.
Semyaza reached down and seized the boy's frail neck in an iron grip and effortlessly raised him from the ground, his body hanging limply.
Caught in a crushing surge of bitterness, vengeance and hate at the contact, Hisoka's empathy immediately disabled him. It felt disgustingly familiar, and he was uncertain if the emotions came from himself, or if they truly belonged to the raven-haired angel master.
The current instability of his empathic ability caused a sudden strong wave of emotion to flow between the two mentally endowed creatures.
Hisoka screamed, too weak to maintain his stubborn pride; emeralds concealed themselves tightly behind damp eyelashes.
The angel grit his teeth against the Empath's uncontrolled psychic torrents that slashed through his sadistic mind. The boy was doing as much damage to the angel as he was to himself. However, the vigorous Seraph was a great deal stronger then the boy to begin with.
'This is going to kill me!' the youth's mind informed him desperately.
Summoning the last of his strength, the Empath fought the pain that emanated between him and his captor long enough to withdraw to the safety of the recesses of his mind. Hisoka gazed wearily at the angel, his now semiconscious state no longer allowing him the ability or the strength to fight back.
"Surely after our misfortune at the tavern, we might find pleasure in this boy," Semyaza said in an unnaturally bright tone, gripping his aching head as he turned to his companion to share his delight.
In spite of this, Azazel stood a fair distance from him with his head raised with elegant dignity as he stared down at the ground. The indifference written across his angular features was clearly evident, yet his companion could also sense the disapproval of his actions the blonde angel freely emitted.
Hisoka glared at the brunette Seraph with pure malice apparent in his fatigue-glazed eyes. "Ingethel was right, you are evil," he spoke harshly but lazily against the pressure around his neck.
Azazel was suddenly shaken from his apathy and he looked on with concern, unsure if he should interrupt his master.
Turning back to the helpless boy in his grasp, he smiled. "Speak for yourself, boy," Semyaza answered in a low, suggestive tone, pulling the boy closer. "I know your heart, and it is as dark as mine." He traced a long finger across Hisoka's rigidly clenched jaw line. "You do not love. And if the opportunity arose, you would not know how to do so," the Seraph cooed as he savored the response of salt water pooling in angered emeralds.
"You... Know of Ingethel?" Azazel inquired, a mix of curiosity and confusion lingered on his face as one of his hands came to rest on his mouth.
"What do you care?" the young Shinigami choked out, defiance flickered in his dwindling emerald gaze. The only thing that kept the boy grounded in reality was the physical pain; he had to concentrate on healing himself first.
Semyaza tightened his grip around Hisoka's frail neck "It would be wise to show my companion more respect," Semyaza purred deeply into the youth's ear, a cruel smile pulling at his lips. The boy's face contorted in despair as the passage to his lungs constricted painfully.
Mere inches apart, malevolent crimson gazed hungrily into emerald pools. The angel master brought his left hand up and cupped the boy's chin.
"I do believe I will enjoy this, young one," he whispered in growing urgency.
"Stop this, Semyaza!" Azazel demanded with annoyance as he forcefully came between the boy and the angel, releasing the writhing Empath to the ground.
Hisoka lay stomach-down on the ground with his back turned to the pair. Blood still trickling from his side, he took short gasps of precious air into grateful lungs.
Being out of the angel's grasp, Hisoka slowly allowed his mind to fully renter his body, completely restoring his consciousness and enabling his empathy once again as he vaguely heard the voices arguing in the distance.
The wounds he accumulated were too severe and foreign to heal fully in his current weakened condition. His denim jacket became cold and stiff around his slender figure as the blood on the dampened article began to coagulate. Hisoka weakly tilted his head around when he felt a wave of loathing and malice come up from behind him.
Apparently, whatever conversation the fallen angels had engaged in, Semyaza had lost to his companion.
"It appears I am forbidden to destroy you, so I must settle for breaking that temperamental spirit of yours," Semyaza informed the boy disappointedly while gazing over his shoulder at his fellow fallen angel who only glared back. "However, I cannot be held responsible if you should die as a result of my merriment," he continued with a smile that contrasted heavily with the malicious intent of the statement.
The exhausted boy had no rage left to maintain the adrenaline that had previously coursed through his veins.
Growing increasingly desperate, the Empath concentrated his remaining energy on sending a mental cry for help as a last resort while he felt merciless waves of sick pleasure emanating from the slowly approaching midnight-haired angel.
Semyaza caught a flicker of the psychic message as it tore fervently through the cool night atmosphere. "Foolish boy. Do you honestly think he will come for you?" he asked in a mocking tone through wickedly curved lips as he approached the defenseless boy.
'I don't know,' Hisoka thought to himself in brutal honestly. 'I want to believe I can trust him, but...' He stopped as he drowned his own mind in shame and betrayal, allowing a thick surge of despair to engulf his heart.
Hisoka did not bother trying to escape, as his efforts in that department had already proven futile. He instead redirected his power to his base abilities of healing and protection, or at the very least, staying alive. Although the boy had coerced himself into a state of depression, he was still determined to fight for his life, since no one else would.
"I am so very sorry, but it will take you quite a bit more effort to heal these wounds," Semyaza stated triumphantly as he gazed down at the boy, savoring his success of physical and mental mutilation.
Returning from his thoughts, Semyaza held his right arm out taut at his side as a faint glow radiated from his palm. Slowly, a bright ethereal light surrounded his open hand, and the angel closed it around the ebony hilt of a freshly materialized Claymore sword.
The angel held the double-edged broadsword at his side and slowly advanced on the grounded Empath. The Seraph kneeled down over the boy and used his left hand to gently tilt the boy's small yielding chin so that predatory scarlet met vacantly hopeless jade. Hisoka flinched visibly as the raw desire emanating from the Seraph collided hard with the blonde's weakened shields at the close contact.
Semyaza curiously scrutinized the boy beneath him for a moment. The hand that had formally occupied the boy's chin moved thoughtfully to his forehead. The cool fingers were soothing to the dazed boy as they wiped the accumulated sweat from the blonde's brow and gently brushed back several stray strands that had plastered themselves to his unresponsive face.
The Empath felt a low-pitched wave of pity flow into his frail body. Hisoka chanced upon glancing up at the angel mounted on top of him, and noticed that his ruby eyes held nothing akin to sympathy.
As commiseration once more feathered his empathy, his insipid gaze drifted to deep blue eyes that held mercy.
Sensing a slight spark of irrational hope ignite within the pinned youth, Semyaza's features twisted to a sadistic smile.
Lifting the blade above his head, he brought it down forcefully into the small Shinigami's left thigh.
Hisoka screamed agonizingly in utter pain as his entire body instantly tensed against the glacial steel. His delicate back arched into a severe curve against the deleterious laceration, but only succeeded in making the wound more critical.
The boy twisted uncertainly as the blade stung with an unnatural energy he could feel gradually draining his own.
With Semyaza's potent sorcery and Hisoka's energy depleted, the boy's healing ability was decelerating, allowing crimson to cascade liberally down his slender leg. Unable to move against his pinned limb, his breath grew deeply course as he attempted to stave off the calming darkness that was persuasively caressing the remainder of his consciousness.
Rubies glazing over in sheer delight of the agonizing boy, Semyaza bent down and pressed his full weight against him. In a painfully slow motion, he twisted the blade in the youth's leg, effectively reopening the slowly healing wound. The fallen Seraph relished the tight contact with the body writhing in pain under him. Craving the painful music the boy produced from pale, blood laced lips, the fallen angel continued to torture the youth with the blade.
Hisoka stifled a groan against the cold steal impaling his heated flesh. The figure straddling him twisting the blade mercilessly, and Hisoka could feel his muscles separate, his tendons rip, and arteries sever as they immersed his leg in hot liquid.
Skillfully fingering sweat from the boy's anguished face, the angel embraced the boy's head into the crook of his strong neck. The Seraph then gently reached his hand down the length of the boy's thigh, caressing the wound. Upon plunging his fingers inside the wound, the angel enjoyed watching the youth shudder in agony, and falter in a state of semi-consciousness. The angel permitted the boy to fall away from the embrace to allow him to watch as the angel brought his crimson stained fingers back to his lips and tasted his success. The boy whimpered lightly in desperation and revulsion and closed his emerald orbs tightly as the Seraph delicately smeared the mixture of blood and saliva on an untainted portion of his porcelain check.
'Tsuzuki...' the boy mentally pleaded one last time as he finally gave in to his own weakness and allowed tears to trace delicate paths down the sides of his face, mingling with blood and sweat before falling to the frigid ground.
'He isn't coming.' Semyaza's voice sounded throatily inside the Empath's mind.
While the dark haired angel was immersed in a mental monologue with the boy, Azazel approached his superior. "Semyaza, I sense an awkward presence nearing us. We should make our leave." His voice was slightly concerned, due to both the ambiguous impending threat and the sight of the psychologically shattered boy.
"Aahhh!" Azazel instantly shouted agonizingly and fell to the ground while grasping his head as the barrier he had erected was suddenly assaulted.
A thunderous sound rang through the alley as the barrier shattered under a tremendous power. Although Azazel groaned faintly as he was more prepared as a second attack collided with his barrier, though he was faltered slightly from the incident before collapsing to his knees.
In a quick, fluid motion, a large winged serpent engulfed in the fires of Hell gracefully meandered its way behind the boy, preparing to attack on command.
"I had fun," the angel whispered to the vacant-eyed boy who demonstrated no sign that he had actually heard him. Lying motionless on his back, Hisoka's presently dull eyes stared blankly into the clouded dark night sky above him. His crimson-soaked lips parted slightly to allow small amounts of air to pass though at unstable intervals.
Having achieved his goal, Semyaza dexterously retrieved his fallen comrade in his arms and quickly jumped back, springing into the cool air with one powerful thrust of his wings, dodging an intense dark flame intended to decimate the angel.
The pair fled into the cover of the dark starless sky.
Refusing the harsh reality of life and remaining within his mind, the Empath did not acknowledge the relief associated with the Claymore being removed from his leg, or the warmth that gently enveloped him.
To Be Concluded...
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Recognition shone fervently in the youth's determined eyes; he knew that these two were the fallen angels from the case files.
"I must say I am honored..." Semyaza stated proudly as he allowed the boy's thoughts to resound in his own mind. "...I do not know of you. Yet you seem to recognize me." Amused malice was evident in his tone as he took a step toward the boy.
Quickly sizing up his opponent, the Empath knew that speed would be his best asset in this fight.
Realizing that the two angels had the advantage in this small alley, as there was a very limited area for his velocity to take him anywhere, he attempted to teleport to the more spacious rooftops of one of the condemned apartments.
However, he flinched involuntarily as a sharp ache suddenly wracked his slender frame, leaving his temples throbbing. Hisoka finally took notice of the invisible energy barrier that halted his futile attempts at teleportation.
"Shit!" he hissed under his breath in frustration. 'How the Hell did I miss that before?' he thought angrily against his own foolishness and irresponsibility.
Semyaza only smiled slightly as he felt the inferior human's spiritual energy push against Azazel's metaphysical wall in an effort to escape.
"It is a unique barrier. It only takes form if one uses magic against it. Otherwise the barrier, as well as its occupants, goes unnoticed. Apparently, you were able to enter because of your psychic powers. But now, do not count on being able to leave," Semyaza stated, raising his head in a self-satisfied gesture.
Comprehending what the angel had been doing, the Empath hastily reinforced his mental barriers while maintaining an icy glare of antagonism.
Immediately considering his options, Hisoka held his newly appointed ground and decidedly clenched his fists tightly as he focused psychic energy down to his clasped fingertips. Concentrating his power, he quickly removed a single paper fuda charm from his denim pocket and emblazoned the spell written upon it with his accumulated spiritual energy, creating a shield around his battle-tensed form.
Standing several yards from the boy, both angels could sense the elevating power emitting from the youth, and they in turn prepared to counter the boy's efforts.
Semyaza stepped to the forefront, and as a slight groan pressed through the dark lips of the taller angel, large black wings sprouted forth from each of the angel's backs.
Dewdrops of salty sweat pooled into wild streams down Semyaza's untamed expression, his breath now deep from the angelic transformation. His arms hung heavily at his sides, passionate eyes fixated on the teen in a feral manner.
The slightly shorter Azazel stood diagonally in back of his angel master with an impassible posture, avoiding the fight altogether, his arms crossed dignifiedly over his chest.
Disregarding his comrade and instead savoring the sight of the boy in front of him, Semyaza conjured a thick dark energy around his meditatively tensed body. Closing his hands in a prayer position, the magic concentrated to his palms. In a quick, methodical gesture, Semyaza parted his hands, sending powerful twin blasts cutting through the chilling night mist straight at the small Shinigami.
Judging each attack, Hisoka leapt to the right and dodged the first wave easily but pain tore at his senses as his thin body was sideswiped by the second. He was thrown back as a dark force cut through his barrier and into his tenuous flank, releasing a thick stream of crimson to the pavement.
Rolling several times before coming to a halt in a crouched position, Hisoka clutched his side as hot blood spilled around his trembling fingers.
'That was...' Hisoka thought with stunned eyes as he sensed the volatile mix of immense celestial power and carnal western black arts.
Semyaza merely watched arrogantly as the boy attempted to regain his composure after the unexpected force of the attack.
Laboriously rising up, the Empath gripped his wounded side painfully and placed an index and middle finger to his tightened brow as he shut his eyes to concentrate his energy again for an attack. Hisoka opened a psychic channel between his mind and Semyaza's, and quickly synchronized with the angel long enough to send an intense psychic torrent to decimate his synapses.
The Empath flew back from the power of his own attack, scattering scarlet-flecked, wheat-blonde hair about his face. He grunted as fell to the ground, and slowly shook his head in an attempt to relieve it from the overwhelming vertigo.
Slowly, Hisoka rose to unstable feet and cradled his throbbing temple in the palm of his cool hand while holding his slowly regenerating flank in the other. His emerald gaze traveled to the winged silhouette crouched on the ground. Several black feathers littered the hard pavement.
The Empath was shocked to behold a wickedly triumphant smile across the angel's full red lips.
'What the Hell?' The Empath's expression twisted with fear and confusion.
Semyaza rose calmly and whipped his head to the side, allowing raven hair to fall back behind his shoulders. A thin trail of scarlet fluid ran lazily from one of his ruby eyes down the slope of his cheekbone.
"I am afraid if you desire to pit your rage against mine, boy, you will lose," the angel stated coolly as he stood to his full height.
Hisoka's expression was set in pure rage as he breathed hard through gritted teeth. Feeling the exhilaration of adrenaline course hotly throughout his entire body, he prepared himself again for his next attack.
However, before the boy could summon the energy for an assault, the ruby-eyed Seraph extended his six large wings and quickly drove them downward in a powerful motion, thrusting his already imposing physique into the cool midnight air, well above the Empath in the decaying street below.
The boy quickly opted for a defensive stance as the angel effortlessly concentrated an ethereal force around himself that manipulated the matter, allowing him to float as he began a whispered chant that illuminated his black feathers to an unnatural deep blue shine.
Semyaza emphasized the last word of his spell by slicing through the frigid air with strong black wings, sending a storm of fine, razor-sharp energy plummeting towards the boy.
Having no time or strength to evade the assault properly, Hisoka raised his arms in front of pleading emerald eyes and focused his own dwindling power on his already dilapidated shield as he took the attack head on.
The piecing force produced acute gashes over his entire body as he was violently hurled backward to the unforgiving ground. He coughed against hot scarlet that threatened the customary flow of oxygen to his lungs. Dark red ran profusely from the corner of his mouth down the length of his pale neck. A sickening metallic scent hung in the air as waning arms that supported the boy's beaten body became increasingly saturated with crimson.
Dispelling the float spell, Semyaza gracefully descended with his wings extended powerfully to catch the wind in order to support his weight. He touched down with a light tap right over the boy, pride written across his vicious features.
Semyaza reached down and seized the boy's frail neck in an iron grip and effortlessly raised him from the ground, his body hanging limply.
Caught in a crushing surge of bitterness, vengeance and hate at the contact, Hisoka's empathy immediately disabled him. It felt disgustingly familiar, and he was uncertain if the emotions came from himself, or if they truly belonged to the raven-haired angel master.
The current instability of his empathic ability caused a sudden strong wave of emotion to flow between the two mentally endowed creatures.
Hisoka screamed, too weak to maintain his stubborn pride; emeralds concealed themselves tightly behind damp eyelashes.
The angel grit his teeth against the Empath's uncontrolled psychic torrents that slashed through his sadistic mind. The boy was doing as much damage to the angel as he was to himself. However, the vigorous Seraph was a great deal stronger then the boy to begin with.
'This is going to kill me!' the youth's mind informed him desperately.
Summoning the last of his strength, the Empath fought the pain that emanated between him and his captor long enough to withdraw to the safety of the recesses of his mind. Hisoka gazed wearily at the angel, his now semiconscious state no longer allowing him the ability or the strength to fight back.
"Surely after our misfortune at the tavern, we might find pleasure in this boy," Semyaza said in an unnaturally bright tone, gripping his aching head as he turned to his companion to share his delight.
In spite of this, Azazel stood a fair distance from him with his head raised with elegant dignity as he stared down at the ground. The indifference written across his angular features was clearly evident, yet his companion could also sense the disapproval of his actions the blonde angel freely emitted.
Hisoka glared at the brunette Seraph with pure malice apparent in his fatigue-glazed eyes. "Ingethel was right, you are evil," he spoke harshly but lazily against the pressure around his neck.
Azazel was suddenly shaken from his apathy and he looked on with concern, unsure if he should interrupt his master.
Turning back to the helpless boy in his grasp, he smiled. "Speak for yourself, boy," Semyaza answered in a low, suggestive tone, pulling the boy closer. "I know your heart, and it is as dark as mine." He traced a long finger across Hisoka's rigidly clenched jaw line. "You do not love. And if the opportunity arose, you would not know how to do so," the Seraph cooed as he savored the response of salt water pooling in angered emeralds.
"You... Know of Ingethel?" Azazel inquired, a mix of curiosity and confusion lingered on his face as one of his hands came to rest on his mouth.
"What do you care?" the young Shinigami choked out, defiance flickered in his dwindling emerald gaze. The only thing that kept the boy grounded in reality was the physical pain; he had to concentrate on healing himself first.
Semyaza tightened his grip around Hisoka's frail neck "It would be wise to show my companion more respect," Semyaza purred deeply into the youth's ear, a cruel smile pulling at his lips. The boy's face contorted in despair as the passage to his lungs constricted painfully.
Mere inches apart, malevolent crimson gazed hungrily into emerald pools. The angel master brought his left hand up and cupped the boy's chin.
"I do believe I will enjoy this, young one," he whispered in growing urgency.
"Stop this, Semyaza!" Azazel demanded with annoyance as he forcefully came between the boy and the angel, releasing the writhing Empath to the ground.
Hisoka lay stomach-down on the ground with his back turned to the pair. Blood still trickling from his side, he took short gasps of precious air into grateful lungs.
Being out of the angel's grasp, Hisoka slowly allowed his mind to fully renter his body, completely restoring his consciousness and enabling his empathy once again as he vaguely heard the voices arguing in the distance.
The wounds he accumulated were too severe and foreign to heal fully in his current weakened condition. His denim jacket became cold and stiff around his slender figure as the blood on the dampened article began to coagulate. Hisoka weakly tilted his head around when he felt a wave of loathing and malice come up from behind him.
Apparently, whatever conversation the fallen angels had engaged in, Semyaza had lost to his companion.
"It appears I am forbidden to destroy you, so I must settle for breaking that temperamental spirit of yours," Semyaza informed the boy disappointedly while gazing over his shoulder at his fellow fallen angel who only glared back. "However, I cannot be held responsible if you should die as a result of my merriment," he continued with a smile that contrasted heavily with the malicious intent of the statement.
The exhausted boy had no rage left to maintain the adrenaline that had previously coursed through his veins.
Growing increasingly desperate, the Empath concentrated his remaining energy on sending a mental cry for help as a last resort while he felt merciless waves of sick pleasure emanating from the slowly approaching midnight-haired angel.
Semyaza caught a flicker of the psychic message as it tore fervently through the cool night atmosphere. "Foolish boy. Do you honestly think he will come for you?" he asked in a mocking tone through wickedly curved lips as he approached the defenseless boy.
'I don't know,' Hisoka thought to himself in brutal honestly. 'I want to believe I can trust him, but...' He stopped as he drowned his own mind in shame and betrayal, allowing a thick surge of despair to engulf his heart.
Hisoka did not bother trying to escape, as his efforts in that department had already proven futile. He instead redirected his power to his base abilities of healing and protection, or at the very least, staying alive. Although the boy had coerced himself into a state of depression, he was still determined to fight for his life, since no one else would.
"I am so very sorry, but it will take you quite a bit more effort to heal these wounds," Semyaza stated triumphantly as he gazed down at the boy, savoring his success of physical and mental mutilation.
Returning from his thoughts, Semyaza held his right arm out taut at his side as a faint glow radiated from his palm. Slowly, a bright ethereal light surrounded his open hand, and the angel closed it around the ebony hilt of a freshly materialized Claymore sword.
The angel held the double-edged broadsword at his side and slowly advanced on the grounded Empath. The Seraph kneeled down over the boy and used his left hand to gently tilt the boy's small yielding chin so that predatory scarlet met vacantly hopeless jade. Hisoka flinched visibly as the raw desire emanating from the Seraph collided hard with the blonde's weakened shields at the close contact.
Semyaza curiously scrutinized the boy beneath him for a moment. The hand that had formally occupied the boy's chin moved thoughtfully to his forehead. The cool fingers were soothing to the dazed boy as they wiped the accumulated sweat from the blonde's brow and gently brushed back several stray strands that had plastered themselves to his unresponsive face.
The Empath felt a low-pitched wave of pity flow into his frail body. Hisoka chanced upon glancing up at the angel mounted on top of him, and noticed that his ruby eyes held nothing akin to sympathy.
As commiseration once more feathered his empathy, his insipid gaze drifted to deep blue eyes that held mercy.
Sensing a slight spark of irrational hope ignite within the pinned youth, Semyaza's features twisted to a sadistic smile.
Lifting the blade above his head, he brought it down forcefully into the small Shinigami's left thigh.
Hisoka screamed agonizingly in utter pain as his entire body instantly tensed against the glacial steel. His delicate back arched into a severe curve against the deleterious laceration, but only succeeded in making the wound more critical.
The boy twisted uncertainly as the blade stung with an unnatural energy he could feel gradually draining his own.
With Semyaza's potent sorcery and Hisoka's energy depleted, the boy's healing ability was decelerating, allowing crimson to cascade liberally down his slender leg. Unable to move against his pinned limb, his breath grew deeply course as he attempted to stave off the calming darkness that was persuasively caressing the remainder of his consciousness.
Rubies glazing over in sheer delight of the agonizing boy, Semyaza bent down and pressed his full weight against him. In a painfully slow motion, he twisted the blade in the youth's leg, effectively reopening the slowly healing wound. The fallen Seraph relished the tight contact with the body writhing in pain under him. Craving the painful music the boy produced from pale, blood laced lips, the fallen angel continued to torture the youth with the blade.
Hisoka stifled a groan against the cold steal impaling his heated flesh. The figure straddling him twisting the blade mercilessly, and Hisoka could feel his muscles separate, his tendons rip, and arteries sever as they immersed his leg in hot liquid.
Skillfully fingering sweat from the boy's anguished face, the angel embraced the boy's head into the crook of his strong neck. The Seraph then gently reached his hand down the length of the boy's thigh, caressing the wound. Upon plunging his fingers inside the wound, the angel enjoyed watching the youth shudder in agony, and falter in a state of semi-consciousness. The angel permitted the boy to fall away from the embrace to allow him to watch as the angel brought his crimson stained fingers back to his lips and tasted his success. The boy whimpered lightly in desperation and revulsion and closed his emerald orbs tightly as the Seraph delicately smeared the mixture of blood and saliva on an untainted portion of his porcelain check.
'Tsuzuki...' the boy mentally pleaded one last time as he finally gave in to his own weakness and allowed tears to trace delicate paths down the sides of his face, mingling with blood and sweat before falling to the frigid ground.
'He isn't coming.' Semyaza's voice sounded throatily inside the Empath's mind.
While the dark haired angel was immersed in a mental monologue with the boy, Azazel approached his superior. "Semyaza, I sense an awkward presence nearing us. We should make our leave." His voice was slightly concerned, due to both the ambiguous impending threat and the sight of the psychologically shattered boy.
"Aahhh!" Azazel instantly shouted agonizingly and fell to the ground while grasping his head as the barrier he had erected was suddenly assaulted.
A thunderous sound rang through the alley as the barrier shattered under a tremendous power. Although Azazel groaned faintly as he was more prepared as a second attack collided with his barrier, though he was faltered slightly from the incident before collapsing to his knees.
In a quick, fluid motion, a large winged serpent engulfed in the fires of Hell gracefully meandered its way behind the boy, preparing to attack on command.
"I had fun," the angel whispered to the vacant-eyed boy who demonstrated no sign that he had actually heard him. Lying motionless on his back, Hisoka's presently dull eyes stared blankly into the clouded dark night sky above him. His crimson-soaked lips parted slightly to allow small amounts of air to pass though at unstable intervals.
Having achieved his goal, Semyaza dexterously retrieved his fallen comrade in his arms and quickly jumped back, springing into the cool air with one powerful thrust of his wings, dodging an intense dark flame intended to decimate the angel.
The pair fled into the cover of the dark starless sky.
Refusing the harsh reality of life and remaining within his mind, the Empath did not acknowledge the relief associated with the Claymore being removed from his leg, or the warmth that gently enveloped him.
To Be Concluded...
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