Her body was something he wanted. Whether to moist until she felt purity no more or for the new main reason; to dissect her apart that much that he'll be able to use her skin as a coat and wrapping paper for Mason's present. Lips reared back within a small smirk - his eyes glistened within their lilac ways - his body becoming rigid and tight as his eyes where fixated upon her frame. Those wings - yes Seil's stomach caved in from the power they possessed, a knee fell too and a minor skid backwards whilst a hand of his rose to catch a large piece of debris - tossing it over his head with the rest he couldn't help but hiss through his ribs at the angel. Ben was being taken care of but still, Seil knew the Angel would run when he could - so without a word more, Seil jerked his head back as a chair smashed him, pretty much on the forehead. His humanoid bodies skull crushed inwards but to him, that was nothing but an eggshell being weakened.
Mason was gone, leaping forward to grab that Angel by the face from what he could see - well he couldn't see anymore, his eyeballs rolled to the back of his head whilst his skin began to melt and solidify over his eye-sockets, his mouth - open to release a pained screech - almost something that could rival his pissed state but this was willing - his arms rose - his back cracked and his skin spat forth two more sets of arms. Fingers of scalpels and winded stitches bent within three joints before flexing out to reach over and grip Ben by his own face - a shove into the nearest surface to pin and hold as his body continued its change. His cheeks stretched - snake like at first until his cheeks torn and his jaw broke into an impossible gaping orifice - blood and black wisps of thread spilled out of until a large mass of pink shoot out of his open maw - not forgetting the holes in his cheeks as large extensions of hissing 'tongues?' reached and smashed debris out of the way, protecting the three with ease - the ends opened their mouths - little teeth, fangs, and forked tongue ready to rip and tear as they moved around the sides and above the Angel. Ready to close it upon the female.
Seil's body back near Ben was still operational - his four arms held onto the floor, plus Ben's face as his legs cracked and popped at the knees - his shins snapped and curled up into nothing but fleshy spheres as the skin became pierced from the inside by two blood and muscle infected bones. His chest cavity and stomach - not forgetting his lower back easily became split like a stabbed carcass skin. Black and lilac 'tentacles' came from his body and moved to wrap and bind the Angel near his side. If all went well, the Angel infront would be over loaded with constantly bothering mouth-ended tongues and Benjamin would become bind by biting tentacles, wrapping around his limbs and such. Seil wasn't much of a fighter, but he had a good amount of defense compared to his Pain-loving, Baby Dada.
If he knew how to laugh like a normal person. He would of, listening was one of his specialities. This Angel was a confident one. Her words where spoken with that itching truth - it annoyed him. He was the only ‘Truth’ here. He was the born opposite. He was the Sin that made all believe lying was the best thing their was. Telling the truth was never fun. Staring, hands in pockets before he moved to look towards his ‘Husband’ and ‘New Experiment’ he’d blink his lashes for a moment. Mason seemed to be fine with the Little Cherub. Though Justice seemed to ramble on about how loyal and trusting the God was he’d chuckle of so softly. “She? Women are incompetent in anything they do. You are trusting your life towards a being who forces more stress upon the human realm then our kind could ever do.“ How? “You speak as if she treats everyone equal… Human’s aren’t meant to be treated as equal, but even in that breath - Sins like us treat them as the human beings they are. You Angels, Your Whore of a God, you make them do the unjust, War… Killing, Fighting. We? We put the idea into their minds, we tempt them, sometimes force depending on the situation but however - we do not kill the masses. Isn’t it always God the human race seeks when the world she created is in dire need?“ Ramble-ramble. “She’s the one who turns them away. She’s the one that turns her own children into our hands. She speaks as if she’s with each and everyone and them. But that’s the biggest Lie that feeds me. Her words are not loyal… She is not fair. She’ll never be fair.” Clicking his tongue he’d stare towards the female, watching her movements, his mind lagged at her speed but he wasn’t really bothered about it - moving to literally stand behind Benjamin he’d give a chuckle. “What a <b>wrathful</b> Angel.</I>“ He hummed, lilac optics shimmering in amusement as he lifted his hands from his pockets and stared the Angel down. “[i]Tell me, what is just?“ He whispered. “Fairness, Good reason… What is your reason here? That Abomination is already branded. He is ours. He is mine.“ He uttered, looking towards Harold with a snerk. “And he shall be yours. A trade of lives. I keep the Angel, You get the Mishap of body fluids and tangled bed sheets.“ Clicking his tongue lightly, his head lowered before his lips parted to give a gentle smile. “The reason? I want to dissect that piece of angelic flesh behind me. I want to see those wings, I want to be able to pluck their feathers off and mix them into dog shit and throw them out the window. I want to make the boy scream and squirm in pain before I hand him over to my brother; Rape. Sadistic shall be next, then my other brethrens.“ - Man he was getting all fired up for it. “And you. You can pamper that brat of flesh and sin into the clouds. Do whatever, but know one thing… He is nothing, and nothing more.“ Fair trade? Obviously note.
Had been watching for some time - taking his time to heal his toasted face and chest, his ribs weren't visible anymore, nor was his face at that matter - the pallor flesh stitched over his stomach was a different tone to the rest of him, plus his arms and the two new eyeballs. Lids blinked several times, adjusting the optic nerves and pupils into a usable state whilst his frame leaned against a screeching wall, the bodies within those walls where some of his own experiments as usual. What?! He didn't have enough room in his own room, so he help Lucifer and Sadi' stuff the walls with a few angelic bodies and humans to make it even more of a better place. The stench his nostrils picked up didn't make the Sin queasy or anything. That was nature in this damn house. Lilac optics glared and narrowed at his son - eying his frame. Maybe he should press the button now. You know - the button to that the boys body becomes nothing but a large C4 implode. Maybe... Maybe not. He knew his Son was a different breed ans was able to do things Seil couldn't do, like take the pain of lifting an holy item and gripping it. Unless himself who's skin spontaneously sets ablaze. Running his tongue across blistered lips he'd pop the nearest one, feeling the puss and skin bleed down his chin before being wiped away with a charred wrist. "You know this is going to set off another War... Angel." He hummed from his spot... on the ceiling. "It'll be wise to just take yer fiend of an half-breed and move along. Sadistic isn't going to be so polite or forgiving if you stay here any longer... And i don't even know what Father will be like when he finds out about your... re-decorating.</i>" He hummed again, the ceiling cracks and a few plaster bits fell towards them before the hole in the ceiling let through a hand, the forearm only next to Seil's shoulder. "[i]Your Angel human abominations are weak to fall for our temptations... Isn't it a fair deal if they fall under it." From what Seil recalled he didn't drag the boy inside, that Angel-whore came inside himself... Sighing through his nose the Liar looking towards his Son and 'Husband' of sorts before looking towards the two-white wings... Damn people - just leave already.
Lies felt the struggling under his hand, his arm didn’t budge a inch as that body wiggled and writhed in pain. The scent of blood was strong within the Liar’s nose and his mind was blank of anything else to do but kill this fucker for burning his skin within such a light. Liar hated that little. Light of truth, it burned to his very non-soulish soul. A gurgle of curiosity hit the man’s throat as that angel mustered up the saliva to spit in his face, if he had eyelid’s he would of blinked it away but instead he let it drip over the eye sockets edge and down his cheek somewhat. “You’ve got bravery, Half-breed.” He uttered, giving that stubborn gaze a flicker of hope almost before raising his opposite hand, the one still ramming the body throat down, as if he was wanting to tear it downwards from his cranium and shoulders - though all he wanted to do was ram his risen hand into that Angel’s stomach - puncturing flesh and allowing his Lying ridden hands thrust and flow those purple aura - turning into thick black cords in time turned to coil the organs of Benjamin’s body - innards now becoming carved with the only demonic symbol that meant; ‘Lies’. The symbol itself would burn in Seil’s presence, the searing pain from the thing might as well as end all life but of course - it couldn’t if this all happened.
Mani’ was a child and Seil loved him for it, much more mature then Mason in a way - Mani didn’t run off for years and years. A shoulder tensed as he torn his hand from within the Angel’s gut (IF it happened) to hover over the creature for a moment - a foot rose to slam down on the angel’s groin, pinning the boy by such a place and adding weight to it, minute by minute as his head rose to look towards the Manor’s front - through the walls, through those barred windows and those thick doors of the front. He could see her, that power. But he didn’t know what or who it was… Lilac orbs wiggled upon the floor before falling into a dusty pile. The voice within his head made him stiffen and give a hiss. “Death seems to be taking its toll upon you, Half-breed. Be grateful.“
A hand rose once more to move down and grip the Angel by his front - tossing him into the nearest wall to pin with his body and move to take the boys lips with his own. Once his tongue forced entry, it began to coax the boys tongue from his own mouth… Teeth ready to capture of the many whispers and chants of those who lie in the world, began to be shared with this angel. That mental state of privacy wasn’t going to be up for long - they screamed and tormented, whispered, and asked questions but never gave one enough time to answer, just repeating, repeating and repeating. Though one thing was for sure, once he was able to get the child-angel’s tongue his teeth where merciless as they would bite the thing off - within chewing bones. He wasn’t nice in his work. The rush of blood and mix of saliva’s - Mason would be proud, and Lust but over all he’d release the angel’s frame from that wall - he was thinking of crucifying the little fucker but he’ll keep that for Mani’s play - if all was said, was done he’d remove the tongue from his own lips to hold it out for Mani. “Treat him with care, Mani.” He purred out before moving to look down and slowly make his way back to the others - his fingers twitching as muscle and skin began to regenerate at a faster rate - half-breed blood was good enough for now.
That damned brat was always going to be a brat, he was still surprised the kid hadn’t died that day - the day that little prick saw the wrath of his Mother in it’s glory. A shuddering excitement touched his spine as he gave the boy a smirk, skin dribbled between lips before the figures tongue reached out to curl around each frail string to tug into that orifice and chew on them like they were a special flavoured bubble gum. A loud gulp was given as he listened. Sadistic was truly sadistic - the test tube abomination of himself and Mason was truly getting angry. He could hear that heart beat faster, faster, faster. He wanted to pop it. Make it bleed, make him scream… Flash - Let’s just say the walls weren’t the only thing that blistered or burnt to a clean state.
Seil’s back arched from the sudden searing pain that adorned his features - his hair singed and his skin burnt down to the bone upon his features as his eyes blinded, burnt to the sockets as blood drizzled down his exposed rib-bones, no muscle, nor organs - just… bone and dust. Bone jaws tore apart to challenge Sadi’s roar - with that high pitched, under water screech of a tone. A purple aura flung from his own pores and in which turned into thick cords of black that wrapped around his dust ridden frame before suddenly tightening its grip. Holding himself together as that body fell to its knees and flopped onto his front - ashes clouded around his figure as he lay there for a moment longer - give him a good three - four minutes before a boney little figure twitched and that regeneration muscle plus skin began to return to his features. Aaaa’ahhh. A tongue rolled out between those boned jaws, threading through cheek-flesh and back to his throat where he swallowed the muscle down as thick threads begin to stitch up that face, bone to muscle and then muscle to skin. “Interestin’… Interestin!” Bubbles of blood fell from burnt eyeballs and from his nostrils as he seemed to ‘float’ back to his feet. Who needed eyeballs? A hand rose with ease to touch his singed featured, a step forward balanced his frame out as he bent over backwards for a moment, those eyeballs? Dropped out of his skull and rolled onto the floor towards the three - looking ’up’ at them - Seil let his cheeks stretch allow that unearthly Cheshire grin. “ Dibs.” Oh yes - Echolocation was good for something as the bendy man turned his attention back to the front - spine-snapping back in place as his hands lifted from pockets, both occupied with scalpels as shoulders began to jiggle within an excited giggle.
Gone a flicker of fire around feet burnt the mans figure up as his senses tingled violently. a power that made anything in this mansion powerless - you can’t hide in this man’s maze. Those doors were nothing but foam walls as he frame rocketed through the first - that unearthly screech touched those manic lips. “Let’s play Doctor! Ne’ Angel Patient?!” Oh yes, let’s the games begin - footfalls were fast as they followed this Angel, a hand soon came launching from the next corner - infront of the Angel to grip the boys face and slam that body into the ground after a few seconds airborne lifting. Chokeslam!
Lies~ a proudMother he was. Brimmed with happiness at the fact his abomination of a spawn was finally letting his demonic blood take over that humanoid brain - judgments and slyness was becoming much more grand and rich upon these sensitive ears of the Liar. Footfalls, silent - nothing to them, floating? No - just careful, his human body once more modified to the point of zero recognition. Fingernails clawed the fleshy arm within grasp as pearly white teeth bit into the skin of a hand - the palm, metatarsals and skin crunched within a hungry mouth - one that many lies whisper through within each gap. Listen to the world and playing the game of react and not act - it was a fun game to play.
Minutes left the man’s arrive, not a word spoken at the Angel and Spawn seemed to become acquainted, words, lies, and orders bantered between them within moments as he, the Liar of thousands found his frame shuffling from the corner of the living room - the Main hall being just seconds away for the Liar to use unnatural speeds to get to where he stand now - hands within pockets, but one between jaws. Three arms? Oh no - that third arm belonged to a another - it was just missing the rest of it’s humanoid body to which it could be claimed a name. A tense of jaws and dribble of blood before marble flesh allowed the limb to fall to the floor. Thunk - a Tasty noise to gentle ears as the man stood mere inches more the Angel’s back, his breath barely a clean scent but reeked of human’s blood and the skin that dangled between bone wasn’t all that nice to look at in this moment of time.
Twisted whispered, scratching and a gurgle for him to utter before words mirthed betwixt jaws. “One of you isn’t enough for us all to share…” Lilac optics, fluttering from under that thick mop of blood-drenched hair, shoulders and chest tainted by thick spattered. Hand prints on his face, slapped? Somewhat, it was more of a game then anything right now. Waist down was wrapped up within yellow skinny’s. Feet in socks, button undone and baring all of a well-kept curl-forest before the zipper kept all the good stuff within. A retreat of his spine, flexing to standing up straight and allowing lilac orbs to flicker to his son. “Shouldn’t you be at school?”
Click - click - click. Went the spoon between the gap of his open mouth - rain cascaded down pallor flesh and slipped towards the south of his toe to be absorbed between waistlines and skin. Nothing lasted though - that sizzle of his skin was something he couldn’t help but allow - the garden yard was the furthest he allows his pretty little head to go. Beyond those gates were thing even his knowledge on humans couldn’t handle. He could ’see’ the majority of it all but he didn’t allow the temptations take him… But of course that slight buzz of a marked one came to him - at first he dismissed it, but it continued to bug him for a moment more… Slowly the wet looking teenage blinked lilac orbs towards the manor - eyeing the eerie place till the sight of the kitchens barred window glimmered with its dim light being disturbed somewhat. A soft blink came from him as he pushed off one foot and turned to make his way back towards the room - a stoic stare upon his features as those trained in the dark orbs drifted towards the figure on the stairs - his orbs blinked once before he looked towards the kitchen. “[I]…I forgot.[/I]“ He blinked lightly - wha? “[I]Humans need to consume a certain amount of food based things to continue their life span…[/I]“ He hummed in thought with a nod of his head to confirm his words. “[I]…Careful.[/I]“ He stepped into the kitchen without a word to the female being on the floor without him of course - he knew a sin would take his doll away to violate or something like the sorts - but he didn’t seem to acted upon it. Too much energy. Slipping back through the doors he’d head towards the stairs - a bottle of water and a packet of non-rotted biscuits, plus a plate of a maggot sandwich for himself… Taking the seats he’d look down at her on the way - expecting her to follow of course without a word - he’d stop at the top to offer the biscuits and water bottle. Though he made a sort of ‘defensive’ glance to his sandwich, he has been waiting for this rotting thing to rot for the pass three weeks. He was going to enjoy it to the fullest. “[I]…I’ll pester my brothers for more human friendly foods. For now, enjoy those. I don’t want you to die yet.[/I]“ He hummed - it was a mix of nice and dark things that made Seil the friendly man.
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