This idea has been in my head for a while now, but trying to sit down and write out this plunny has gone a bit sideways. Apologies for the method of delivery, but I needed to make this fic happen one way or another and it fought me the entire way through (It's about 50-75 percent complete). Apologies also for any OOCness, especially with Clara. I have no hope of writing her speech/term quirks, and this is my first Iruma fic. If anything seems weirdly "floaty" about my writing, I've been writing Kingdom Hearts fanfics for two years and KH is… "dreamy" sometimes. (Also, why is FFnet missing SO MANY CHARACTER OPTIONS!? WHAT?!)

Overall TW: Blood, descriptions of grievous injury, PTSD/panic, and fear of abandonment.

Blood Divine, Spilt Upon the Desperate Soul
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What had started as a normal day for Babyls turned hellish the moment outsiders flooded into the school's halls.

Demons who had returned to origin flooded in with a glimmer and gleam in their eyes that caused immediate disarray and fear. Every last teacher was engaged at once, as well as the Student Council to protect the student body.

Sullivan was immediately occupied with Amduscias Poro, while Opera took care of the house at his command.

The Misfits were in the thick of it, and it was immediately realized that something was not right with this attack.

There was a purpose, to divide, conquer, and steal.

Asmodeus kept Iruma and Clara close to his side, as the others hovered nearby.

Whether it was ice or wind, earth or flame, every ability and strength was used.

An arrow knocked, senses lost-

A devilish plant, a piercing thorn from underground-

Blood bloomed in the midst of their shelter.

Asmodeus was Speared through.

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Iruma was stunned into breathless silence as his bow faded from his grasp. He stared in horror at the image before him and tried to swallow the sickness he could feel building in his throat.

The cold rush of shock as pain belatedly bloomed in his left shoulder, similarly speared through as his brain finally caught up to the damage.

Iruma could scarcely breathe as one of the girls screamed. The world around him went numb as he stared at the critical injury he'd taken. The amount of blood that would spill the moment it was removed!

Iruma's breath became shallow as he immediately looked back towards Asmodeus, whose body shook from the shock of having something several inches wide stab him through the middle.

He glanced around and shouted in a desperate panic, "Gaap! Cut it before it pulls back!" He felt the vine shift taught to pull away, and if successful they'd immediately bleed out..!

The wind user turned and swiftly did as told, the vine retracting from Iruma's shoulder in the process as the devilish plant attempted to rear back. It went scathed, but Iruma felt himself dry heave at the shocking pain of its abrupt removal.

Asmodeus fell back into him, his face pale and slick with sweat as Iruma landed on his backside while trying to cushion his weight. Asmodeus gasped painfully, "Iruma-sama, I-"

Iruma shook his head vehemently as he swallowed thickly.

Iruma's blood was flowing too quickly down his back and front, he felt lightheaded, but he had to save Asmodeus. He had no power to speak of but this singular miraculous Blood Magic.

He took in a shaky breath, as greenery began to bloom from the dead earth beneath his lifeless left palm, "A-azz-kun, I-" He smiled awkwardly through the pain, as if to reassure him, "I'll save you. You'll live, I promise."

Asmodeus's vision was blurry, but he could still see and smell Iruma's tears. He felt himself salivate strangely, a sweet smell making his muscles clench around the dead thing that had gone through his stomach despite his quickly weakening limbs. Clara was weeping at their side, their classmates in various forms of horror, anger, and disgust.

Iruma shakily lifted his right hand and felt the hole in his shoulder, plunged his fingers into the glistening red as too many sounds became static in the background.

Asmodeus was transfixed at the gory sight of it despite his failing vision as he gasped wetly at Iruma's strained expression.

There were fingers in his mouth, gentle as his lips and fangs caressed the honeyed digits on his tongue. He lapped up every last drop of the elixir given to him without thought, his mind far too engrossed in dealing with his pain, his dying breaths, the absolute bliss as every hurt disappeared-

Asmodeus inhaled sharply at the strange pleasure that was ringing throughout his body, meeting Iruma's exhausted and grayed complexion, a weak smile on his face. "I'm so glad… you're alright, Azz-kun." Iruma's eyes closed as he fell forward, Clara grabbing onto him to keep him from falling onto Asmodeus' face.

Asmodeus didn't know when ice had come to cage them in, but by Kerori's pinched expression, it was easy to place who the conjurer was as his brain finally caught up to the past few minutes.

His classmates were all shaking from various forms of emotion, even the sleepy Agares was shaking from a mixture of anger and shock.

Asmodeus looked down at his middle and startled that he was still pierced through and reflexively flung the offending root out of his system. Instantly his deathblow injury healed, a strange glowing something almost hungry to repair the damage done to his body as the wound sealed without even the slightest of scars. If it weren't for the gaping hole in his clothes, one would never know he'd nearly perished.

He spun onto his knees to assess Iruma's injury, shaking at the sight of redredred blooming from his shoulder and the various plants coming to life from trails of blood.

Asmodeus's brain snapped back into gear, "Stupid Clara, make a cloth to stop his bleeding!"

Clara blinked wetly and patted her pockets robotically, various medical supplies conjuring into existence as Asmodeus went to make immediate use of them.

Sabnock knelt down beside them and assisted in removing Iruma's layers with his claws so that they could wrap his wounds tightly, to try and keep him from bleeding out.

Iruma's complexion was all wrong, and the vaguest of questions burned in the back of their minds as each layer of bandage slowly changed hue.

If he could heal such a horrendous injury, how was it that he could not heal himself?

The cage of ice around them shattered.

Opera stood in the bright of it as several eyes adjusted to their presence, the butler moving swiftly to Iruma's side.

The silence was too loud, the smell of blood too strong in the air.

Sullivan landed nearby, his clothing worn from his fight as his presence pressed upon their lower ranked shoulders, forcing the Misfits to their knees. The Chairman glanced critically at Asmodeus, at the drying red around his lips that trailed down his chin in a telling tale. He spread his wings, "Opera, Asmodeus. With me."

Opera with Iruma in his arms and Asmodeus stood at his command. The four of them disappeared together without another breath's notice.

Balam escorted the numb Misfits to Royal One before leaving them behind to assist the other teachers in the aftermath.

The doors closed, sealed shut to keep all unwanted outsiders out.

Sabnock drew in a deep breath.