So much was going on-- It was like a mini-war going on in the hallway. Technically his fault, too, seeing as he was the one who'd let Justice into the house. He should have just ignored that angel when he was walking, then, perhaps this could have been avoided to some degree. Harold's focus on the goings-on was dimming drastically and he was half-tempted to just leave. His presence was becoming pointless and it was probably in his best interest that he leave before he actually managed to piss Seil off enough to drag his precious attention away from that angel brat. The only thing keeping him rooted to where he stood was the sudden transformation of Mason; such of the likes he'd never seen. He'd seen Seil's more 'sinful' form, and that was something he honestly wished he would never see again. But that wasn't really looking all that promising at the moment.
The one thing that managed to drag his attention off of his father was the unfurling of those wings, the wind that preceded it being the first distraction; she really was going to destroy the place! He backed up a half-step, stunned by the sheer force of the air around them. He wasn't close enough for it to have winded him, but he was close enough to dart forward and latch onto the angel in her ascent; was she not his responsibility since he'd let her in? Not only that, but his logic stated that sticking closer to her was the safest thing to do right now; the mansion was practically falling in on itself and he doubted she was the sort to sacrifice herself simply to destroy a place that she saw as such an insignificance. His grip was strong considering how much damage his body had already taken, but he made no obvious moves to hurt Justice. That would be a little counterproductive. Seil and Mason had the luxury of being able to simply get new vessels whenever they wanted; he didn't, technically. Another driving factor was his curiosity. She wasn't merely an angel, she was something stronger, and while he should have been terrified of her by every right, he wanted to know everything from what made her tick to what motivated her to work so passionately alongside this 'god' being.
There was likely little time for him to figure all, if any of this out; seeing as the situation wasn't the kind where you sat and chatted about things like this. Mason and Lies seemed pretty bent on making sure neither of the angels made it out alive or at least unhurt; but could they really manage that against Justice? He could only wonder. "What was your reason for coming here?" He asked Justice, wondering if he'd get an answer from her. It didn't make sense to him; had she come to rescue Benjamin? If so, she wouldn't be leaving him so easily, correct? She couldn't have simply come here with the intent to 'exterminate' the sins. She hadn't exactly been offensive in nature until someone else did so first. Thus, he was stumped.
[This post suuucked; ignore, tired and haven't typed in a while D; ]
Harold had decided some point back to just stay out of this; it seemed like the more logical option, seeing as he was now injured to a point even he wasn't comfortable with. Pain was tolerable, welcome, even, but this was almost bordering on agony. Nowhere near as bad as when Seil'd 'punished' him, but still definitely not up his alley. He'd moved to lean against one of the walls, feeling it's defense against the presence of Justice starting to crumble. The mansion wouldn't hold up for long, and if it was still intact after she was gone, he would be surprised. He remained aware of what was still going on, earning a look of mild curiosity when Mason appeared and began arguing with Justice. The vessel wasn't familiar, but he could smell him. Where'd he been, anyways? The notion was tossed; it wasn't important right then. The anger and dissatisfaction coming off of the lesser angel was almost tangible. He wouldn't remain dormant for long. The half-sin rose, keeping dual-hued eyes focused on the trio as he pressed closer. The pain gripped him as he moved, but it was ignored in favor of figuring out what was happening. It was almost pathetic to him, how easily he was down and out compared to the full sins. Their bodies could just about be completely destroyed and they'd still be having at it. He stopped once he was close enough to hear them, orbs drifting to Seil with a look of distaste. No, he still didn't like him. Hmp. He didn't like the sound of what Justice was saying, and when his gaze returned to her, it was darkened.
"You don't have anything to gain, we aren't doing anything wrong. Anything that humans do with a sin's assistance is something they would have done anyways, given the right circumstances.." He muttered the last part, but still eyed the anti-sin with an accusatory glance. She was given the majority of his attention, seeing as she was the most dangerous. A crack split at the wall next to him and caused him to jerk, slightly, veering away from the affected stretch of plaster with a look of dismay. In this moment of distraction was when Benjamin first went after his father dearest, dual-colored optics snapping onto the both of them and narrowing. He knew Mason was very capable of taking care of himself, and the minute amounts of pain that the angel could have caused to him were probably more welcome than would be for anyone else. The half sin continued to hang back, mind flickering back to the reality that this was still very much his fault. He had been the one to try and play with the smaller angel, and he had been the one to let Justice in, either with or against his will, and he was the one still standing here as the lesser being of light struggled and lost against his father. He held no care for Benjamin, finding a sort of satisfaction watching him fall to the ground in apparent agony.
The anti-sin's words were now what captivated him, seeing as he'd taken the opportunity to listen to her. Why he was, he didn't understand. Nothing she said should have mattered an ounce to him. But he knew very little, if anything at all about their 'God' and what she did or wanted. All he knew was that there was a war. Not why, or any of the more supposed important details. Why would the anti-sin choose to fight for and alongside this being? What drove her to be loyal as much as they chose to be 'loyal', in looser term, to Lucifer? It was likely the humanity that had him questioning who exactly was on the 'right' side of things. Obviously, each had their purpose, but what gave either side the permission to believe that they were the ones with the best cause? What truth was she talking about? He tried hard to focus his attention elsewhere, gaze flying up once again to Seil. This was where he had always been and belonged, why should he give anything she said an ounce of his thought? He shouldn't.
The lesser angel's second lunge for Mason was what caused him to start moving again, getting closer with the full intent of putting the holy being in his place. He'd seen enough of him trying to prove his point and taking his confused rage out on his father figure. Justice seemed intent on going closer as well, but her intentions were likely different from his and he was opt to ignore her in lieu of what he wanted to do. The conversation was from then on put on the second shelf of his focus, green orb bleeding to black as he made it close enough to perhaps grab hold of Benjamin, hand raised and fingers reaching to grab hold, he was stopped by the sudden 'suggestion' his mother had made. It didn't take a rocket scientist to know that Harold was the one he spoke of. Black eyes swiveled, head turning to regard Seil as if he'd just made the most ludicrous statement ever. The physical sensation of his stomach turning to ice and dropping was the first reaction to follow the reality of what Seil had said. No obvious emotion followed to show he had any reaction otherwise, however; he knew better. No matter how Harold decidedly felt, Seil was very different from himself; he lacked that terrible human half that seemed to drag the child into a chaotic mindset torn between what was right and what was sin.
"No! I'm not going anywhere with her! Why would you want him?" Childish, this reaction, but it was how he was; This was his comfort zone, hsi home of sorts, and here Seil was ready to swap him for a holy brat that likely wouldn't be useful to him for very long. A momentary thrill; of course Harold didn't understand it. He was different from Lies. His eye had lost it's black coloring not long after the offer was made from the lying sin; the shock had chased away a good portion of his previous rage. The orbs flipped to Mason, almost as if he hoped that the other sin might object to this; it didn't last long. Seil was obviously still 'sore' about his lab. Harold didn't see the huge deal.
"I'm not yours to give, Lies." He finally said after a moment of thought, eyes narrowing on his 'mother'. "I don't belong to you. As you said, I'm nothing, how is that even a fair trade? She has no use for me, and I hate to be the one to tell you, but you can't have everything you want." He snapped, gesturing lightly to Benjamin. Once again being unhelpful; it seemed to be a bit of a pattern.
Better sense told him he really should be leaving; going, scramming, skee-daddling, whatever. But not standing there like he was. Curiosity kept him rooted; it'd be the death of him one day, he was sure. He didn't get a whole lot of time to think it over and consider the possibility that remaining there wasn't a smart idea. He wasn't able to jerk back in time before those fingers wrapped around his throat. Her reference to him alone was a sign he should book it; however, that plan was thwarted, and immediately he felt fear. Should he not have? He'd seen what she'd been able to do to Sadi. And whether or not Harold was loathe to admit it, Sadistic was much stronger than he was. Hands flew up to try and dislodge it momentarily, fingers tugging. What the hell was she doing?!
He only teetered on indecision a moment before voicing his thoughts. "What are you doing?" He asked, a growl working it's way into his voice in an attempt to cover up the obvious discomfort. He didn't dare to directly offend her. He was pissed and scared, not suicidal. Her words didn't make sense to him; what the hell did that even mean? Of course, when it sunk in, it was just a liiiittle bit too late, and that language he didn't recognize made him start struggling, attempting to get away from her. He hadn't gotten a good look at Benjamin, but enough to know that he sure as hell didn't want any part of this. "Let-- me--!" A lot of good this was going to do. Even when he realized it was likely useless he didn't stop trying to get away, that sensation of pain coming on sudden but slow. He held in any sounds of pain that he could at first, teeth gritted and breath held.
It didn't last too long. It was soon too much for him to remain quiet, and the sound that left out of him was a god-awful, terror and agony filled shriek that traveled through the nearby walls of the mansion. He thrashed, clawing at the hand about his neck and jerking wildly until the pain became too much for him to do so; his face contorted into a mixture between a grimace and a snarl, teeth bared and eyes narrowed and unseeing. Sin or no sin, he was still feeling the full extent of what was happening, and his throat closed off soon enough, the screaming cut short as pain misted his already unfocused orbs. This wasn't good. At all. When she released him, he crumpled backwards, landing in a heap and curling against the pain. It didn't dull, but now that it'd leveled out, he was able to breathe again, choking back another scream. A hiss took it's place, and an odd numbness crept into his body but didn't blunt the agony.
He acknowledged where Sadi was [Great, he was surely going to be pissed.] and snarled a faint retort. "Justice.." It was sarcastic, but that may've been undetectable due to the strain on his voice. He didn't say anything else, bearing the burning and aching and stabbing pains that seemed to be everywhere. He didn't feel like checking the damage. Not quite yet; every fibre of his being was hoping that Justice [and that angel brat] would leave. And soon. The purity's presence alone seemed to be doing substantial damage to the very foundation of the mansion.
What was it he was doing..? He was screaming at himself on the inside, this was bad, very bad. In reflection, had he time to do such a thing, it may have become quite clear how much of a threat and hindrance he actually was, if not in just this situation, but every single one that ever had and ever would happen. Quite a pity, that. However, now was not the time for such sentiments, and as that angelic being finally made her way into their dubbed 'home', he found himself even still seemingly entranced by her presence alone. The only things that ran through his mind were her actions and words, everything else shoved back in favor of this intense focus that wasn't his own. Even as he felt that, he wasn't afraid yet, caught up in the calm lack of .. well, everything else that he may have been feeling or thinking had he been in complete control in this situation.
He didn't shy away as she reached out towards him, the soft touch against his cheek a welcome feeling whereas he would normally have jerked away quite fast. Why did it feel safe? Common sense told him she was anything but; however, that wasn't making it to the now placid layer of conscious thought that was devoted entirely to her presence. "You're welcome.." he murmured, voice soft. What was that foreign feeling that was suddenly taking him over? It was terrifying, but the sensation itself chased off such an emotion as fear. He almost clung to it, because it was so much better than what he was used to. It felt like something he couldn't place or recognize; but it was comforting, and extraordinary. Yet, so very, very foreign.
It didn't last, however, and there was an odd sense of loss at first, until he very quickly returned to his senses. The gravity of just what had happened sunk in immediately. Kind of like.. oh, shit. He tensed, turning to spectate the Angel's interest in his dearest uncle. Uh oh. Whatever she was doing [or going to do] it couldn't be good. It didn't make sense to him as to why he was unaffected while Sadi was not. What was she doing to him? Should he stop her? She [from what he could gather] obviously had the power to completely destroy him if she had such an affect on Sadi. Self preservation and the urge to assist the other sin were waging war against each other, but the first of those won itself out when those terrifyingly agony-filled screams left the Sadistic sin. Harold was in no way prepared or willing to go against something like that. It couldn't end good.
He'd backed away, and when those screams died down, the smell and sense of sin was completely gone from the vessel that had previously held Sadi. "What did you do to him?" He asked, before being able to catch himself, voice mingled with a sense of morbid curiosity and possibly, concern. It hadn't sounded good. She couldn't have actually killed him, could she? Could sins die? He'd never looked into that little detail. He could vaguely grasp a sense of an answer, like maybe it had been given to him a long time ago. What was it? He couldn't remember. "And what are you?" As doubtful as it was that he'd actually get answers, asking couldn't have been that bad of a crime. Maybe. He was already moving away from her, not at all willing to stick around in case perhaps she was planning on doing anything else.
There was a lapse-- maybe only a few seconds, a minute, two; he wasn't sure. He just knew, that for some reason, he was drifting back in to consciousness and didn't understand how he'd lost it in the first place. What was that--? Those noises, the howling. He recognized one as Seil's. Whatever his rage was directed at wouldn't last long. The other, unbeknownst to himself, belonged to Manipulation. His focus drifted hazily to Sadi, who was.. Oh dear. Harold wasn't sure what to do, thoughts trickling back trying to figure out exactly what had happened. Whatever it was, the only reason he could come up with as to why he was fine and Sadi was not, was that Sadi was shielding him. Especially considering how they were positioned. Stupid, stupid idiot. The sin child shoved slightly, trying to get a few feet from the sadistic sin. It must have been that angel; that's all he could think of. Nothing else in the house would bother causing anything like this and, as he looked around, the holy brat was nowhere to be found.
He was immersed in piecing the previous events together when he heard Justice, his eyes flew to her and locked there, his attention drawn in. Who..what was she? The smell--sense--was vaguely familiar, yet different from anything he'd had the displeasure of coming across. He knew one thing for sure; it was unsettling and he didn't like it. But he felt unable to say anything or act. She was requesting entry, and specifically from himself. How did she know his name..? It was only a fleeting thought, and no matter how hard he fought against it, his mind was relishing in the calmness around it. Just let her in. Nothing bad can possibly come of that.. Before he knew what he was doing, thinking.. "Come in.." He was going to hurt himself for this later, if Sadi, Mani and Seil didn't get to him first.
[Was gonna add more but couldn't think of anything ;_; ]
He could smell it before he felt it-- the presence of Sadi. It sent an unpleasant tremble through him, more from anger than fear. It was instantaneously visible on his face, his expression drawn and hands quickly balling into fists the closer the entity came. Gruesome images entered his mind, but none were put into action as the full sin finally settled behind him. "Your ineptitude is amazing, uncle." He muttered, focusing his attention on picking the debris out from under his nails. "You seriously think it was--" The Sin's next words caused his mouth to snap shut and every inch of skin to bristle. Oh, how he'd just love to.. He turned, finally focusing his attention on Sadi instead of Benjamin. "I wouldn't know, but it shouldn't matter to you. What's wrong, afraid you didn't leave enough of an impression?" Perhaps this was not the correct approach to take when addressing the older sin, but Harold was still nice and sore and quite ready to rip him a new one even if he had not the ability to do so.
"You aren't getting this one. Frankly I don't give two shits what happens to it, but it'd make me feel alot better knowing you didn't get a piece of it." If it were anyone else he may not have been behaving this way-- but something about the sadistic sin's very presence instilled a level of animosity in him that he just wasn't really familiar with. Not too long ago, it wouldn't have been a possibility, but in light of semi-recent events.. well, his feelings were at the very least partially understandable. The question from the not-so-suddenly present mother figure was given light acknowledgement. "I don't go to school." And wouldn't, actually. As many times as it'd been mentioned, it hadn't happened, nor did Harold want it to. The Angel-- and, oddly, Mani -- weren't given too much more attention other than a quick glance between the two. Mani wasn't recognizable. At least, not at the moment. What was that holy brat ranting about, again?
Unfortunately for him, to say the sin child was unprepared when the angel suddenly let off that blast of holy light was a bit of an understatement-- maybe that glance should have lasted a little bit longer, but even if it had there may not have been much he could have done. The effects were instantaneous, in a way; he dropped almost like a fly, the blinding effects disorienting him to a point of extremity; damn, he really should've just gotten ahold of the stupid thing while he could.
Wasn't surprised at all when the angel showed obvious amounts of distrust and even dislike. This one wasn't one of those creepy goody-goodies, then. No angel he'd seen had been, but he'd seen ones that were quite a bit sweeter than Benjamin appeared to be. This was further proved when the angel went on to talk about his breath or some other cryptic shit he didn't really get. Yeah yeah, yadda yadda yadda. "How about you think about where you are before you make any derogatory comments, hm?" He said, treading back closer to Benjamin and studying him. "Right as you are about that, you're basically helpless. Doomed. The walls of this house aren't designed to let you free." He murmered, possibly overstepping his boundaries and even going closer to the angel. "What drew you here to begin with?" He asked, not really curious, but looking for bits of conversation, question, to possibly distract the pale boy.
He was swift about reaching forwards and grabbing Benjamin's face by the jaw, tilting his head right, then left. He was stronger than the average human, but being only half-sin, not as strong as many others in the mansion. As soon as that could be said, though, he also wasn't weak. Whether Benjamin was or would be able to fight him off in this condition was doubtful. "Could be worse.." He murmered under his breath. "Are you sure you don't want to rest? You look worn. You may even be safe here if you stick with me." Hah. Lies was his mother, after all. "That's really up to you, though. I could just leave you here for one of the others to find you, and they're stronger than I am. You wouldn't have a chance." He muttered, giving a slow nod and letting go of Benjamine's face.
He took a step or two back so as to be out of the boy's personal space; the sin child had no intention of letting the angel anywhere near him. Or at least, not with the idea that he was going to get to hit him or something. That wouldn't do at all.
The voice wasn't threatening. However, it wasn't amicable either; as it very well shouldn't have been. The holder wasn't impressive nor terrifying in presence like many others in this place, but he wasn't one to be overlooked. The angel shouldn't have been in this place. It was dangerous. The sin child had seen what happened to angels here. Maybe it was just the few.. Hell if he knew. "You must have been walking in circles for hours.. still are.. Sucks, doesn't it? Not knowing where you're supposed to be going." He trailed past Benjamin, watching him on the way towards the opposite end of the hall. He was bored, himself. The moment's interest in the unfamiliar 'guest' was but a passing amusement for now. "Things aren't safe here for people like you on your own. I suggest you find a way out, and quick." He said, head turning slightly once he made it a ways ahead of the angel. The smirk that followed the words suggested he was very much aware that the other male had likely been trying already, and probably for some time now.
Onyx and Jade shifted back ahead of the child, fingers trailing over the wall next to him. "Have fun." He added, beguilement still present in his voice. He wondered how Benjamin had gotten there, but the answer to that question likely wasn't going to be given to him. He was fine with that. It wasn't important. Just that he was there. How very tempting it was.. And yet..
"Though.. Wait. I guess it is pretty rude of me to leave you here. Damn, where did my fuckin' manners go?" He murmured, turning to face the angel. "Did you need help?" A wicked grin spread over his features, dual-hued eyes narrowed in merriment. He really shouldn't have been acting this way, but.. One, he was bored. That was the main reason. Why not play?
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