It wasn't the woman's eyes, or the fact that she was once holy. It wasn't the fact that he was fuming within, and literally dripping with hatred right now. It was those wings. As soon as he saw those wings, Mason's body went rigid. Lucifer; their father, once had wings. But because God was such an unforgiving bitch, he was torn of them. Ripped from his very flesh; the fact that this cunt of a whore still had her precious wings just ruined him. Mason was no longer human form; the flesh had peeled away, dropping to the ground and mixing in with the dust and debris that those beautifully disgusting wings swept towards he and his baby mama. With the snout of some kind of reptilian creature, and eyes that burned like cold bricks of coal, the sin's skin was replaced with what once might have been blood but was now replaced with a tar-like substance. Legs cracked, thinning out at the thighs and bending in solid places, as did both arms. His neck, now at least a foot long, finally seemed to rest at a certain length.
Mason now stood at least seven and a half feet tall, claws dripping with black substance, his lips still drizzling with blood, exposing those razor blades for teeth. Was this a dream? Who the fuck knew. Mason just couldn't stand this bitch's annoying superiority complex anymore. With shoulder blades crackling, a snarl was released, waves of sound fighting the debris that smashed against his towering body, altering his advance towards the fleeing angel. Benjamin was given a brief glance, followed by a wide, awkward grin of thin lips that seemed almost transparent as his skin molded around the mass of teeth within his mouth. Benjamin's blood dripped from Mason's teeth, and the sin gave a mutter of some odd language; Seil would clearly understand what was happening; as would any other sin, except the angels. The hybrid would suddenly feel heat filling his body, followed by the sudden urge to vomit which might hinder any attack the male might plan. Masochism then just looked towards the crumbling walls, his anger rising before suddenly, deformed limbs carried the sin through the debris, chasing Justice face on, arms outstretched in hopes of clawing her fucking face right off.
Justice was starting to get on the sin's last nerve. Was she really believing the words that spat forth from such tainted lips? Yes, tainted. No matter how holy this being might seem, she was tainted by what she believed to be true. It made Mason want to vomit; but the urge was witheld as that halfling spoke forward. He snapped, eyes as black as night growing wide with surprise. Imbecile? Had the angel actually tried insulting a sin? He'd heard it all before from the humans he'd robbed, the humans he'd nudged forth. Sins never made anyone do anything. It was their own true desires that caused them to act out on it. "I guess we've come to a clear agreement. Your 'sister' is quite a piece of work." He spoke menacingly, as though he were speaking from personal experience. No, Masochism had never had the undesired pleasure of meeting such a being, but he'd heard from his loving father who and what God had turned out to be. "You envy my father because he's the only one of you who had the nerve to say no. And look at you; you're here with who in mind? God. You could care less about human--" His words were cut short when Benjamin's pale body collided with his own. A shrill cry of anger left the sin of pain, and his body distorted itself.
Within the timeframe of half-a-second, Mason's spine split in half, forming dual cords that protruded against the skin of his back, throbbing against the leather of the vest he wore until he finally just slipped arms through the holes and tossed the fabric aside. Nails no longer held human physique; bones grew longer, splitting the skin down his knuckles to form long, bloody claws; jagged teeth grew outward to force both upper and bottom lip to pull back exposing gums and almost double-rows of teeth, until Mason's body looked nothing like the innocent boy he'd taken. Black irises focused on the flying angel, who's body slammed into his own. Mason screamed from the pressure to broken ribs, but the cry was cut off when Ben's hand grasped hold of his throat. But Mason wouldn't let it stop there. The skin beneath the halfling's fingertips would begin to tear, blood seeping through the creases of Benjamin's fingers as the sin's neck seems to stretch. If Justice was just planning to stay back for now, she might regret it later, for Mason's head lunged downward, jaw widening and clamping shut around the angel's wrist/forearm. He snarled, grinning before teeth would tear into the boy's arm, mixing their bloods in such an abominable way. This made the sin's body tremble, the snarling never ceasing.
So, the halfling wasn't completely useless afterall? The sin only caught a small glance of the hybrid's movement, still making no move to escape. He was immortal, completely indestructible; what the fuck could this piece of shit do to harm him? It was then that the elbow connected with his throat; the blunt blow to his stomach causing an inescapable groan of pain to release itself in a series of coughs and gags. As soon as the creature hit the ground, Mason held no restraint before sending a bare foot to slam right into the angel's ribs, while his own arms wrapped around his abdomen. His throat felt..., well. It felt fine. He was actually enjoying the faint flood of blood that was pushing its way up his throat. The liquid poured its way from the sin's lips, dripping to join the puddle on the ground. Almost like tar, the blood that had grown dormant in the vessel's body dripped slowly down Mason's chin, some staining his chest where the leather vest exposed pale skin. Still occasionally twitching, he focused his eyes upon Lies, before then looking to Justice who's words caused a hiss. No matter the fact they were sins, he still felt the urge to punch her right in the fucking face for even talking to his 'wife' in such an acceptable tone.
His wounded arm continued to bleed, the red slowly turning to a black tar like that which poured from his lips. "[B]Justice.[/b]" A wicked grin covered his stained lips as he tilted his head back a bit, eyes flooding with the color black; no white to be seen. Mason was quite pissed off. And yes. He'd figured out who she was a while back. Mostly from those violet eyes of her; the anti-sin who gave up everything to fight for 'God'. He wanted to laugh at her, really. He wanted to fall over and clutch his broken ribs and cry in laughter. "You're the one who's pathetic." He chuckled, shaking his head. "You gave up everything you were just to fight for someone who uses you as a pawn. You're not his children; you're his slaves." He grinned. "Call us what you like, but at least we have a purpose, you worthless piece of flesh." A long red tongue curled out of his mouth to emphasize the word 'flesh' as it's spoken, blood slowly starting to seep from his eyes; ears; nose; dribbling down the sin's body.
Mason took a step towards the woman, his sly, snakelike hiss still passing through jagged teeth. "What makes you think you're better than us? Huh? Because you're boss tells you that? Why do you fight us, when you know we'll never stop?" His tone carried pure curiosity now, a trail of blood marking his path.
As soon as those violet hues hit his own, jagged teeth sealed together. His lips twitched, the anger causing him to twitch in the shoulders, the neck, and the fingers. He could clearly pinpoint the race of the two; the female reaked of broken angel, pureblood even. The man was given a look of indifference. Mason didn't seem to even regard the creature as a nuisance, or a threat. He was simply ignored. Harsh, yes, but Justice seemed more important than anything. She was destroying the mansion! What would Father say if he found out they'd let a fucking ANGEL come in and destroy their playpen? Still, the sin of Pain twitched. Not from pain as he would have liked, but from searing anger. His eyes seemed to grow even darker when he was told to move. Now, he'd been bossed around a lot being the baby of the family, but... when this waste of space spoke, he found no pleasure in being teased. He saw nothing funny about the way she spoke. Twitching, he refused the urge to step away, actually shuffling his feet to the side to resist himself. His eyes never left hers, not even to observe his son who stood a mere maybe seven feet away. Teeth were bared in quite the animalistic way, and after taking a sharp breath in, the sin released a snarl. It was mere grunts of anger from him for a moment, before he managed a crooked grin of amusement. "This is our house, bitch. You have no authority." And as he spoke, blood seemed to seep into the bandage around his right arm, trickling down his fingertips, puddling upon the floor of the crumbling mansion.
It was time to wake up. Hell, he'd been locked up and sleeping for nearly a week now. Or so he thought. His face was unshaven, hair in a dark, ragged mess, while black hues fluttered to observe the lit window nearby. The curtains fluttered, which proved to be a reminder that he'd left the window open this entire time. Eh, who cares. Naked body crawled from the blankets, shame left behind as he stretched, twisting his wirey form around and giving low groans of relief. A rhythm of crackling bones sounded from the five-foot-eleven stature, toes spreading and popping as well. On to the dresser to find some useless clothing to hide this current vessel. The kid must have been on the verge of overdosing, for when Mason took over the body, he'd almost gone blind trying to ignore the symptoms. The body sported track marks up both arms and dark circles beneath both eyes. One wrist was bandaged, for Mason got a little carried away while 'playing' with his necessary module. Black jeans were tugged on, as well as an unbuttoned leather vest. He'd deal with the rest later. No jewelry was worn upon this body, except for small stud earrings in both lobes. No facial piercings this time around; which was an odd pick for Masochism. As bare, pale feet carried the yawning sin to the door of that bedroom, that rested nose caught the scent of something... repulsively sweet odor. He'd once come across the scent a while back, but it was much sweeter this time around. Ugh. Fuck angels. Sure, Father was one, but angels were enemies in his eyes. Like the spoiled brat he was, he refused to play nice.
The led door was pulled open to reveal quite the disheveled sin of Pain, who stepped out just as Justice was heading down the corridor. He would block her path for the time being, letting his bedroom door fall shut with a wall shattering bang. Now, Mason would reak of both body odor, blood, aura, and just all-around pleasant evil. He'd been brewing in this same vessel for nearly a month now, not to mention the lack of bathing. Cold hues focused on the female, then to the pale one she seemed to be addressing. "Guh. Did I miss something here?" Spoken in a gruff, annoyed voice as a hand ground the bent palm to his left temple. "Damn, it stinks in here." Nose wrinkled, nostrils flared.
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