Let It Burn To Ash (Legion/Open)

[Azura]

Black leather outfit, fiery red locks spilling around her porcelain, blood streaked face and amber eyes set upon the fire which now raged through the building of one of the local drug lords. On the ground, next to her feet, was the body of a man, the drug lord himself. This made what? Five, six she had gone through already? Moving a little higher up on the food chain with each one she crushed beneath the weight of her anger and rage.

Again, she could hear the sobbing of one of New York's toughest men as he begged for mercy, though whatever he said fell upon deaf ears as she seemed entranced by the fire. Whatever darkness resided within her purring at the sight as the echoing of screams could be heard from within and the distinct smell of burning flesh met her nose. There had been people inside, men, women and even a few children that were used to smuggle the drugs from one street to the other. But she didn't care....No, as she stood there, watching the flames overtake the building, listening to their screams and cries for help, she couldn't help but feel a sick sense of achievement and happiness at the suffering which now filled the air so thickly that she could practically feel it weighing down upon her flesh and speeding up the rate at which her heart currently beat.

However, she was soon ripped from her moment of pure bliss as the sounds of shuffling from in front of her drew her attention to the man who had decided his only real option here was to run. A sick, dark smirk settling upon her features as she allowed him to scramble to his feet, watching as he tripped and fell a few times before getting his balance and making a break for it.

On and on he ran, glancing back over his shoulder to see if she was in pursuit, only to find her still there in the same spot he had left her in, the wind whipping her hair about her face much like it whipped the flames around his once lavishly adorned drug den. Five feet, ten feet, twenty...she watched as he just kept running. In the distance, the sounds of sirens could be heard, though at this point it was not something she even noticed.

For days now, she had been at this, and for days the cops had been trying, in vein to catch up to the monster that was currently terrorizing the city. They didn't stand a chance, and yet she found herself wanting to toy with them more and more. Already she had killed over eighty people, that she could think of, and more than five buildings had been burned to the ground as she stood not but a few feet away watching the firemen race to put out the flames and save whoever it was she had chosen to leave inside.

Oh how they would hate and admonish her now when they found the corpses of those children. The very thought of their faces and those looks of disgust making her laugh as she shook her head and finally decided to at least turn her body toward the direction the man had run in.

Enrique Vasquez...that was his name. Though in the end, it mattered not to her what he was called, only that he had another piece to the puzzle she was currently trying to solve. That was all that ever mattered anymore, and as he turned the corner, she would grin a bit more widely and lower herself down, only to shove upward, wings springing forth from her back as she took off into the sky.

Seconds later, she would come crashing down in front of him, a scream erupting from the man's throat as he fell back onto his ass and began to try and scoot away from her. Without even knowing it, he had led her away from where the cops would be, and now, alone and secluded with him, she would speak. "Where is he?"

Her foot slamming down into the man's chest, pinning him to the ground as the air in his lungs was forced out. Weakly he tried to move her boot from atop him, but even with all his strength he was unable to budge it even an inch. "I...I don't know! I just know that the order comes in from my guy and I deliver the cash. Thats it!"

Her foot would press down harder as amber hues narrowed upon him, a growl issued from deep within her throat as she leaned down, bending her knee just enough to rest her elbow atop of it. "Not good enough...I want a name." No emotion in her voice, just that spine tingling cold emptiness that had taken over and rid her of any sense of humanity what so ever.

Her weight shifting, she bared down on him harder, listening to the sounds of his bones cracking beneath her force, listening as he began to scream out, begging for his life, muttering something about his wife and kids. "Oh, don't worry...you don't have a wife and kids anymore." Perhaps something he could have thought a method to try and make him talk, but it was all too clear that she was not one to lie. No, she had already been to his house..."I already saved them from the dark path you set them upon."

A nod, never more serious in her life, her reasoning and logic having become twisted over the past days...growing steadily more unstable and only getting worse with every hour that passed, with every moment that her promise went broken. "Now give me a name."

The man blubbered and cried, tears running down his face. Yet that spot in her heart that should have felt pity felt only a sick sense of disgust. Her foot baring down harder, more bones cracking under the pressure. "TONY! TONY MARCUS!" The name spewing forth as he struggled to breath, blood spurting from his mouth indicating a rib had punctured a lung, or perhaps his stomach.

"There now...was that so hard?" Dropping to one knee beside him as she removed her foot from his chest, the other bent at the knee, her elbow resting upon it. Again he began to beg, and again she heard nothing, only saw the movement of his lips, at least until he asked one very important question, or so it would seem to him. However, it seemed a bit silly to her, since he would have no use for the information in about five seconds. Still, she chose to answer, if only to make it very clear why she was here. "He took something that belongs to me, and now...I want it back."

A little nod before she would draw arm back, fingers writhing slightly as her eyes ran over his body, and then, in one swift move, she would slam her hand into his chest so hard that she could feel the flesh, muscle and bone tearing away to give room for her hand....reaching into him as blood splattered over her face and chest, her hand and arm quickly coated...the man grunting and struggling to hold onto life.....

Little fingers would curl about his heart, grasping it and working it in order to keep him alive even as blood began to rush from his body....Slowly, she would lean in, her lips brushing against his ear as the scent of smoke and death began to consume her senses. "All those that choose to travel down the path of darkness need to be saved....Consider me your angel of mercy..." A cool, sultry whisper before her fingers would close around that throbbing muscle within his chest and rip it free from his body.

Then, like with all the others, as the man fell dead and limp upon the dirty pavement, she would stand, tossing his heart aside without a second thought and turning away to leave in search of her new target. One Mr. Tony Marcus. The name burned into her mind as the name of the man now dead behind her became lost to her insanity.

Wings spread, she would take to the air, her form disappearing from sight...only to reappear atop a building miles away as blood dripped from her body. Amber eyes cast toward the horizon as she watched the dull glow of the fire which now raged out of control, that sick smile on her lips and her mind already working to figure out how to find her next target, knowing that with each one, she was a step closer to finding Alek, and the....Father.

[Legion]

It was difficult to miss the carnage in the city. Even the homeless knew about it, and that was saying something. They usually only cared about the immediacy of their own needs, for them to know something like this had to mean that it was either too big to ignore or somewhere in the immediacy of their needs, need for safety. The city was burning, in the rough parts of town, where the homeless generally spent some time, but there was the common citizen that was effected as well, and that kept it in the public's eye too. But right now, Legion felt the screams of children and their mothers. While he felt guilt for every life taken in the past few days, it was those undefended innocents that weighed heavily on his conscience. While you could tell him that he didn't take their lives, that didn't change how he felt. He was linked to Azura, they were both separate and they were one. On so many different levels, and he felt it, now more then ever.

He also felt guilt for her pain, for her rage. She couldn't control it, not that he was much better but he hadn't torn the city apart being him. He felt like he was responsible for her pain, her loss and that killed him. There was a sick irony in all of this though, for a long time all he wanted was his darkness to go away, but now, he just wanted that back. To go back to not hurting, not feeling this guilt, that escapist attitude giving him more guilt for looking for a way out. But he did long for at least a little of his darkness back. He felt the stirring inside of him and he didn't like it, his needs being suppressed unable to get out, slowly feeling the madness of his own creeping in.

The guilt demanded atonement, not with blood, but the kind of atonement you strove for your entire life and were never sure if you got. But the demon, the real demon laughed at this, knowing the truth. That that kind of atonement was not for him, no matter what he did. But that guilt demanded that everything, everything must be atoned for, brought into the light and atoned for. And so that brought even more flashbacks of the evil deeds of his past life. The torturing, the forced self mutilations, the shooting of innocents because they were in his way, without hesitation or remorse, taking their stuff from them afterwards. That weighed upon him as well.

When he finally felt it though, he knew that he had the time to act. To put a stop to some of this madness that kept him hearing the screams in the silence, the times alone. Legion didn't know what he was going to say, but he knew he had to. Anything to stop the screams.

So when he felt her overhead his white wings spread as well, taking off after her. Following her to the building rooftop landing somewhere behind her. It wasn't hard to see, even with her back turned that blood covered her hands and likely her whole front. Knowing the level of carnage without needed her to tell him or see it. Simply remaining quiet and staring at her for a moment collecting his words, asking, "What are you doing Azura?"

Not dumb, knowing full well that she was looking for someone. Not one hundred percent sure, but certain enough. And though there was that pain of who it was, he felt more pain because she had broken her oath. Guilt and pain welling up inside of Legion because she had to feel that. Because she couldn't feel it, he would, for both of them...

[Azura]

The instant that her feet landed upon the rooftop, amber eyes settling upon that bright glow in the horizon, she knew he was there. She had known he was near from the moment he had started trying to find her, and yet she had not tried to run. Why should she? She did not feel regret for what she had done. She had saved them. All of them. Spared them from a life of darkness and death. Disruption and abuse. She had spared their souls from an eternity of suffering, sent them to a better place where they would be spared the darkness that now consumed her soul.

As the sound of his feet settling upon the roof behind her echoed in her ears, she would wait for the inevitable question, the one she could feel, somewhere inside of herself, burning a whole into his very existence and as the thought of pain rushed through her mind, a sick, twisted grin would once more creep its way across her lips. "Can't you feel it? I am saving them." Purring the words forth in that dark, twisted tone...the only real emotion showing through being that of amusement, of.....happiness. But it was a sick happiness, one that belonged to the most insane minds, one that made no real sense to those who could not live within the mindset she currently did.

Slowly, after one last lingering glance at her latest target, she would turn to face him, her hair dropping down across her eye, though it was still more than evident the amount of blood and flesh that splattered across her front, streaked down her pale, beautiful face. Finger slowly writhing, she felt the warm blood begin to cool as they brushed against one another, a shiver coursing down her spine and her eyes closing for a moment as she drew in a deep breath, loving that scent, but loving the pain that had come with it more than anything.

When her eyes opened again, she would be directly in front of him, close enough that her breath, still as warm and sweet as it had always been, washed across his lips. A single bloodied finger coming up and tracing slowly along his jawline as she tilted her head, and allowed amber eyes to lock upon his own. "What's the matter Legion? Don't you like me like this?" A hot, breathless whisper issued as her lips ever so lightly grazed his own. "They took something from me....and now...I. Want. Him. Back."

Her nose slowly brushing against his, she would bring that bloody finger to her lips, tongue slowly tracing along it as she gave a soft, sultry little moan, knowing well that inside his demon still craved that which she currently had..."Don't you miss it?" Barely more than a whisper before her tongue, still coated with blood, would glide across his lips, slow, methodical, tauntingly.

Then, with a little shiver once more rushing through her body, she would open her eyes to look up at him, no emotion or remorse showing in her gaze as she tilted her head back in the other direction and took a few slow, steady steps back away from him. Not even her light which was currently housed within him could relieve the darkness which now consumed her. Her mind slipping further and further into madness as she grinned and grazed her lower lip with perfect, pearly white teeth. "Tell me Legion...How does it feel to suffer their suffering? To feel their sins weighing down upon your heart day in and day out? To know, that no matter what you do, you can't save them all?" She giggled, yet there was nothing light and innocent about that sound. If anything, it was a sound that was capable of sending chills down the spines of those around, be they human or something more.

[Legion]

Legion felt her madness, very clearly he felt her madness. Because her madness was his as well. Being driven insane by not having what they needed. Though this was not something that could be a simple fix to. Well other then finding that boy but that was out of the question. Feeling the darkness consume her soul, his darkness Legion couldn't help but feel guilt and pity for her. Emotions that he knew belonged to her for sure, but he couldn't help but know that they belonged to him and him alone. Watching her grin as that pain and guilt seared through him. Though in a calm and collected voice, entirely unamused, which of course was insanity for him he'd say , "That's certainly an interesting way of putting it""

He knew how it felt, and while he certainly did feel genuine pleasure and ecstasy in taking another's life, whenever he thought of it the guilt welled up inside of him, eating away at him. When she turned to him though he couldn't help but let a shiver run down his spine, guilt creeping as did the shiver. Knowing that blood and gore was from her victims, some innocent, some not, but he was still a demon one that had gone on quite some time without being sated. And thought there was no denying. Even without his darkness he knew what he wanted, the demon did. Finding this all incredibly attractive, but feeling guilt at that thought all the same.

Though the demon would shiver as he felt her warm sweet breath flow across his lips. His desire for her spiking in this moment, a shiver at that breath washing against his lips, and her blooding finger leaving a trail of blood on his jawline. That question causing the demon to stir inside of him. Loving this and finding some sense of indignation at that same time. The demon Legion loving this new Azura, finding her ever so attractive, but at the same time she had his darkness. But he couldn't be mad at her, not in a million years he couldn't. Besides, there was something just so raw, that the demon found quite attractive, even if all Legion felt was the guilt and pain of the innocent. That question getting a quiet moan as her lips grazed his own, his tongue desiring so badly to graze her lips, to take a taste of that blood, but for the moment finding himself unable to. That last statement utterly ignored, though noted

He nose brushing against his he couldn't help but let out a smile, one that was filled with a sense of lust. Desire, both sexual and that desire for her blood. Love still in the bond between them as well, even if things were very much different then they ever had been before. A little moan of desire given at hers as she moaned, liking that finger in front of him so teasingly, her question getting a quick nod. A louder more lustful moan released from his lips as her tongue glided across them, his tongue unable to stay in his mouth, sliding out to meet hers, caressing it and lapping at it hungrily. The Demon's need just too much. Though there was a little growl issued from the demon.

Though as she backed away, that guilt swelled again. Unable to use his darkness to take away that guilt. Though when she asked those questions they only served to brink back memories of the past, ones that he considered to be someone else's, not his. Though in this guilt he knew that to be a lie. He wasn't Patrick O'Connor and all of that man's failures were his to feel. Though Legion felt the man's failures now too, knowing what it was like to be unable to save everyone, the guilt he had felt. Finally answer her question, calmly, in a certain sense just as eerie as her, "It's heavy. Painful. Not mine to bear, not anymore. But there's a sense of familiarity with it. A sense of experience from a previous life. But it's no long supposed to be mine to bear. But I'll take it, for as long as I must and do what I can."

[Azura]

Azura could feel his lust growing, could feel his demon starting put growl and claw at the corners of his mind, wanting out, wanting her...and she loved it. That darkness ached to be back where it belonged and within her, somewhere deep down, she desired her light, desired her purity and goodness to wash away the sins she had committed these last few days. Yet no sooner had the thought crossed her mind then a low, dark chuckle would erupt from her. She had to admit, the idea of being pure was a bit far fetched, eyes glancing down at the blood upon her hand for a moment.

No, there was no recovering from this. Surely she could never be the Azura that he loved so much ever again. Yet the taunting did not stop, and slowly her tongue would graze along his lips only to be met with his own, feeling the hunger in his touch, hearing that growl as the demon surfaced. She craved it, the darkness within her wanting its demon back, and aching to be with it, two halves trying to find each other but held apart by the vessels that carried them.

Still she would pull away, asking her questions and curious to hear what his answers would be. Though what she heard did not set well with the evil within. He was remembering, and as much as Azura wished it for him, right now, the possessive, devilish nature demanded that he not. The darkness fearful that the demon would be lost to it. An odd sensation, but one she took in stride. However, she would barely allow him to pose his thoughts before she was before him again, a blink of an eye bringing her from one spot to the other.

Without a word, her hand fisted within his hair, gripping his head and jerking him forward....lips pressing firmly to his as she growled and forced her tongue past his lips, caressing and hungrily lapping at his own. Those fingers gripping his hair tighter, she would press her blood drenched body into his own, one thigh shifting to press between his legs....For a long, long moment she would hold that kiss, rough, deep, passionate and fiery. When she finally broke away, she would brush her nose against his own and then hiss softly upon his lips. "You....are.....mine." Though it was Azura speaking to him, or the darkness finding a voice within her insane mind, calling out to its demon, she could not be sure, nor did she care.

Her free hand raising, she would quickly jerk her nail down the side of her neck, her blood spilling forth and coursing freely down her smooth, silken flesh. Those amber eyes looking to his as she grinned and ran her tongue slowly along her lips before leaning in and nipping at his lower lip roughly. "Don't forget it." Growling before she would jerk him forward toward her neck, and for the first time, her own teeth would find a place within his flesh, over the mirrored wound she had created upon herself which now showed upon him.

Lavishly, her tongue would indulge in his blood, the darkness in her craving it, though the angel in her despised what she was doing. Yet somehow, that self loathing at her actions only proved to excite her more, to shove her further and further into her madness as she bit down harder and shoved her body hard against his, pinning him easily enough against one of the air ducts that jutted out of the roof.

She knew the demon couldn't resist. Knew the temptation would be too strong. That was what she wanted. She wanted that control, that power over the moment, over him. Wanted him to know, that whatever her mission, he belonged to her on a level that did not exist in this miserable world. Hand sliding down between them, she would tease and taunt him until she felt that demon roaring to get out, until she felt that darkness tearing at her mind trying to reach it....and then....she would jerk away.

Bouncing back away from him, a dark laugh erupting from her now crimson lips. "Just imagine how good it could be if we both could feel this...If we could both taint the streets of this city with the blood of those that would call themselves innocent." She purred with delight at the musings in her mind. "They will regret the day they stole from me. I will make sure of it. Every last one will pay for their sins...." Her blood soaked hands raising as she grinned and tilted her head to the side softly. "....in blood...."

Amber eyes lifted to his own, breath shaky and heavy as she took a few more steps back, a single digit extending to beckon him forward toward her as she edged herself closer and closer to the ledge. "You can't tell me that the demon doesn't love the sounds of their screams. That he doesn't crave their suffering and their pain. Oh,if you could only see the things I did to those children that had been set up on the dark path....Salvation....Its a gift. One that only I can give them....One I will continue to give, until I get back what was taken from me. Until all my sins have been washed away by the sounds of their screams and the beautiful, delicious taste of their blood." The words were dark, twisted and scary, but what made them really reach the point of madness, the point of utter depravity and insanity...was that he knew, more than anyone, that she could not lie...Even like this she was bound to the truth...Which meant that every single thing she said, she truly believed....deep down within her cold, dark heart.

[Legion]

Every emotion she felt, every feeling she had, Legion wanted the same thing, just in a different form, or perhaps manner. Where as she wanted her light, he wanted his darkness. To cover and hide what he had done, what was going on around him that he found that he just couldn't ignore. The idea of being in darkness again, being evil again, just as absurd to him as her idea of being pure again. But that was the price that was paid by the both of them now for a broken vow, positions reversed but still holding on to the essence of their being. Legion wanting his angel back, just as much as she wanted her demon back. Craving her right now. Wanting her, even in her darkness the demon couldn't deny his absolute attraction for her, nor could Legion, wondering perhaps that was because while he was the dark one she believed in him so perhaps he was doing the same for her. Uncertain of that assessment but quite certain that he wanted her and her alone all the same.

Answering her honestly, knowing that he couldn't lie to her, nor did he want to, grinning when in the blink of an eye she was upon him again. Loving it when she gripped his hair, pulling him forward and down into that kiss as her tongue quickly took what it desired, the demon in him loving this aggressive side of her, The light in him loving this absolute decisiveness. Joining in on the kiss, his tongue hungrily lapping at hers, tasting her, the demon trying to get as much of that blood as well as her taste in his mouth. Hands grasping her ass and pulling her into him as she pressed herself into him, feeling her fingers gripping his hair tighter, a rough and passionate moan given at the feel of her thigh pressing into him. Passion and fire poured into that kiss from him as well, grinning at her words when she finally pulled away, pressing her nose to his and hissing them against his lips. Grin on his lips, the demon still inside of him taunting, "Prove it."

Watching her as she put her nail up to her neck, knowing what she was going to do. The light that he was now feeling wishing her not to, the demon inwardly urging her on. And he knew she knew that. Unable to help that grin on his face as she did, eyes watching that blood run down her neck. Chuckle given at her words before she jerked him into her neck. Lip on her wound, moaning as he felt her tongue lapping at his blood, loving the feeling of her tongue on his open wound. Growling and hissing in pleasure as she pushed him against an air duct, that being the action that made her knowledge of his demon correct, against the good in him that was urging him to be strong.

His tongue now lapping at her blood, moaning at the sweet, irresistible taste. Lapping quickly turning to sticking his tongue further into her wound widening a bit as the demon urged him on, continuing to moan and growl before his teeth would eventually clamp down on the wound as well. Moaning as he felt her hand taunt him, growling as he desired ever so much for the demon to be let out, his hand moving to her chest roughly. Wanting so badly take his darkness again, growling as she jerked away from him, stepping towards her as if he were stalking her as she backed away.

Not entirely able to disagree with her words, the demon struggling madly to get free but the lack of darkness appalled at the idea. Thinking that could be the worst possible thing, but the demon that was now on the surface wished for nothing more, nothing. The demon grinning at her words, mainly the bit about the blood, though there was a slight possessiveness at the knowledge of what it was that she wanted back. Though as her finger beckoned him forward, the demon couldn't help but follow.

Listening to her words he knew that she was without doubt telling the truth. That she meant every word. The demon finding her words so incredibly attractive, drawn quite thoroughly to her. But the light that was in him found the actions repulsive. Feeling guilt at what she had done, feeling it for her, feeling it because he wasn't able to prevent her from going over the edge. But at the same time the demon was morbidly curious, morbidly attracted to all of this. Though the good inside of him told him that that wasn't true salvation, only a mirage. Sins couldn't be washed away by the blood of the innocents that you so willfully slaughtered, unrepentant, the sacrifice unwilling. But those words weren't something that the good inside of him could articulate with the demon in him struggling. All he could get out was, "That's not how it works."

Hey it was the thought that counted right?

[Azura]

The goodness that remained locked away inside of her ached for her light. To purge the darkness from her soul and to find true salvation in surrendering herself over to the purity of her light. But that darkness was too strong and any emotions of regret that she felt swelling within Legion's heart, any sense of sorrow or pain, was washed away. Stamped out and eaten away. She was the stronger of the two, the darkness in her amplified and allowing his demon to be free, if only for the moment.

Kissing him, passionately and hungrily, she held nothing back. Her fingers curled tightly within his hair, holding him against her. Her every move meant to taunt and tease him. To provoke him out of that light which she craved and yet at the very same time despised. It was keeping her demon locked away from her, and she could not stand it. She wanted him. He belonged to her...and just like Cael, she would have him back.

When he spoke, taunting her further, those amber hues would narrow upon him as she growled and pressed him hard into that air duct, forcing him back against it as both hands pressed firmly and roughly into his chest. A slight shake of her head given as she leaned in and growled darkly against his ear. "I already have." Her only response to his asking of her to prove it. She didn't have to, she had already brought him here...to her. He was not with that other woman that had been his wife. He was not with anyone else. He was here. With her. And that alone proved just what she had said.

Still, she provoked him more, spilling forth her blood and pulling him down to her neck as she lapped and drank of his own. It wasn't something the good inside her could condone, but that didn't matter now. No, darkness was the only thing which could be felt right now and she would lavish in it while she could. A growl issued as she felt his tongue spreading that wound open further, then as his teeth sank into her flesh, her's would do the same...drawing forth more of his blood, letting it wash down her throat and spill down her chin.

When she finally jerked away, a river of crimson would drip from her chin and down her neck...spilling between her breasts and disappearing within that leather outfit she wore. Yet she did not care. No, she could feel him. Her demon. He was right there, just within reach and as she backed away, summoning him closer, she would purr at the sensation of him surfacing. A chill coursing down her spine as her finger continued to beckon him forward.

His words, getting nothing more than a dark laugh from her as she perched herself upon the ledge. "Ah, but isn't it?" Then, in an instant she would have him thrown to the ground upon that rooftop, legs parting to straddle him as her hands shoved him down into the roof. "Would you rather them be allowed to live out their days, filling others' hearts with sin and corruption? Or would you see it end now, before the darkness can spread to other, pure souls?" She grinned and would lean down, one hand pressing down upon that collar he wore around his neck, holding him in place upon the roof as she slid her other hand slowly along his side.

Slowly, she would lean down, the scent of blood surrounding them...his mixed with her own. The darkness and evilness filling the air, causing it to thicken and consume them. With a hot, bated breath, her words would be issued against his ear, lips grazing against his flesh just light enough to be felt. "Just think of it Legion...the screams of the guilty...the sound of their pain filling the air as their blood stains the streets. Just think of that beautiful feeling of knowing you have given to them, the one, single thing that could not be offered by any other. Knowing that it is you who has dictated power over their pathetic mortal lives and has taken that power to absolution." Her body shifting, one thigh pressing between his and dragging upward, slowly, methodically...teasing him as she kept him firmly pinned in place.

"Just imagine the suffering. That sweet, delicious suffering as the regret for their sins flares to life in the wake of their impeding death. When all they can think of, is how much they wish that they could atone for their sins, make right their wrongs...to know that for the split second before you rip their beating heart from their chest....they suffer the same pain you feel every single day because of a million other people, Just. Like. Them." Madness and darkness seeping into her words, coating them with a sick, twisted logic that could only make sense to somebody who knew what it was she felt inside ad knew all too well the pain and suffering she spoke of. Pulling at the strings that held her demon away from her, and aching to set him free if only for the moment. The evil within needing to be whole, at least for a little while...and she knew all too well how to tear away at whatever restraints held him at bay.

[Legion]

Legion felt empty. There was nothing inside him if felt, or at least not enough to have any sort of substance. All that was left of him was the demon inside of him, but with no darkness to feed off of it was driving him mad. The only thing left inside of him was that little bit of light that Azura had promised him that night that she had taken him to go see his wife supposedly. But it was not enough. It still left him feeling empty, though it was enough to keep the demon locked at bay... Until now. Azura may have taken all of the darkness inside of him, but she didn't give him any of her light. At least not in the abundance that she had his darkness. And it was consuming, overflowing. With that empty feeling inside it didn't take much to fill him, or at least give the demon the assisted strength that he needed to break free from the guilt that Legion now felt.

And taunt and tease him she did. It wasn't exactly hard for her to bring the demon out of him, her darkness so overflowing it wasn't difficult to borrow some, though his demon constantly tried to pull it back. To take his darkness back, to free him from his burden at present. While there was certainly an ease to her desired task in freeing the demon in that regard what made it even easier was his desire, his need, his draw to her, that all consuming love for her that was not lost in her mental break. That remained, oh so strong it remained, though it differed in form now that the darkness was gone, but remained similar, especially now as Azura was able to draw the demon out. Grinning as she pushed him hard against the air duct and whispered that into his ear.

A growled moan issued at her growl, his tongue widening her wound, seeking more of that absolutely intoxicating liquid that only she held. That possessive side of him coming out more and more, as the blood ran down his lips and down his throat. Growling as she bit him. The allure of it all only growing as she was proving quite successful in drawing out the demon in him, in shutting way that light that was in him. Making that scream within his heart to stop this madness slowly fade away, being drowned out in her blood, and imposing allure.

As she jerked away he couldn't help but let out a low growl at sight of his blood dripping down her chin and neck, disappearing into that leather outfit and between her breasts. A few steps taken forward in lust and the voice that had corrected her idea of salvation was gone. Unable to think of or do anything else of step towards her. To listen to her beckoning. Never more clear what he wanted, right here, right now. Covered in blood and gore himself. His flowing down his neck, staining his shirt, hers covering his mouth and running down his chin and neck, and whoever's on his front, the victims of Azura's extra-curriculars.

Growling, a grin crossing his face as she threw him down, straddling him on that rooftop. Eyes locked on hers as she asked him those questions, feeling her hand on his collar, holding him in place, feeling her hand sliding along his side. His hands grabbing her firm ass in that tight leather pulling his down into him and squeezing roughly, moaning at the feel of her against him, loving her aggressiveness, mirorring his own at this point, "Mmmmmmm, can't have that now can we? Should take care of that before the others are corrupted. Like me, like you."

No longer any disdain in the mention of his corruption, in hers. Only unabated lust. Desire and passion, mixing darkly in a manner begat more dark lust. Dark loves that weren't outside of what you could call love, but definitely not in the norm. But then again, they weren't exactly humans now were they?

His eyes closed and he shivered at her breath on his lips, feeling her lips barely grazing at his flesh. Moaning not only at her words but at her thigh running along him as well. It all sounded so wonderful, felt so amazing. Desiring more of her touch, more of her dark promises. Her twisted logic and promises of blood shoving away the good in him, or at least directing his hate at the guilty, which made it okay. Made his indulging okay. Everybody wins.

Imagining the suffering of his victims, the sound of her words promising him that made him shudder, and moan softly. The fact that they were "guilty" making the suffering okay. They got what they deserved right? Her logic flawless in the demon's mind, the logic just twisted enough to get his silenced heart, wrapped in it's goodness agree reluctantly. Her words continuing to drive him wild in a sick way. Though it all sounded so good, so attractive coming from her he'd grasp her head with a hand and roughly pull it down against his lips. Silencing her because he didn't need to hear anymore. She had convinced him, lips once again pressed against hers, tongue forcing its way into her mouth passionately searching for hers, lapping her tongue hungrily, caressing it, tasting her and that oh so intoxicating blood.

Hands gripping her head and ass tightly he'd roll her over, onto her back, to take what was his, her victory as clear as day now. Breaking away from that kiss, to kiss at her chin and neck. Kissing his way down that trail of blood that led downwards, lapping up the blood along the way. Making his way down to her breasts where that blood disappeared under her leather ensemble...

[Azura]

She had won, she felt it break within him, felt that demon tear free from the chains bound around it from her light which now filled his heart. It was weak,because unlike her, Legion was not used to his power, not used to his strength. Azura...she could control it, could harness it and it was useful in breaking him free and allowing her the chance to summon forth her demon. A little growl given as she held him to that rooftop, her fingers tracing along his side, the other hand pinning him down by his collar.

Yet, she did not protest as she felt his fingers curl within her hair, a dark laugh given at the sound of his words. "Yes...let us save them." Purring in delight, knowing that she would get so much more done if she had a little bit of help, and that would put her that much closer to finding Cael. Though she kept her desire for the other boy well hidden within her heart, away from prying emotions that might give away her intentions in this ploy. Oh sure, she wanted her demon with her, to help her, to offer salvation to the rest of the world, but she wanted most to find Cael, because that was why she was the way she was right now. He was her reason for losing all control, and though she could probably live happily in her madness and darkness, she could not bare the thought, not for one second, of what they were doing to him.

Her lips forced to Legion's, she growled and would return that kiss, her tongue caressing and circling his own as she gave a heated little moan and pushed her thigh upward against him. She was not distracted from her task, she was simply playing another part in the entire thing. At this point, she did nothing, absolutely nothing, that did not benefit her end goal in some way. This included. However, she could not deny her desire and need for the demon atop her now. The darkness craving its home and pulling her to him like a moth to a flame.

Her hands moved to his shift, fingers gripping it as he began to kiss his way down her neck, and ripping it from his body. A sharp hiss as his lips continued lower, though her own would soon find a spot upon his shoulder, only to have the very same wound appear upon her own.

[Legion]

Was Azura stronger then him? Yes she was, Legion would openly admit, he being the one person that he didn't necessarily mind being stronger then him. Was he happy about the power distance? Not particularly, but that only strove him to become stronger himself. To be at her level, to work his way there. Not because he hated that she was stronger then him but because he hated being weak, the similarity in logic close, but different at the same time. Wanting to learn how to better harness his power, to better himself for whatever purpose he desired, ill or otherwise.

Lips curling into a grin at her words as he pulled her into that kiss, lustfully desiring her, but there being that deep draw to her which could only be described as love on a higher plane of existence. Knowing that on some level she wanted something from him, but not really caring what it was at the moment either, because he wouldn't be able to figure it out unless she either lied to him (extensively I might add) or let him know. She was his and that was all that mattered at this point. Their other activities could wait but not this was more important, though he'd gladly help her get back whatever it was that was hers. Especially if it brought her happiness.

Moaning as she pressed her thigh against him, teasing him further. His lips pressed to hers, his tongue aggressively and passionately circling and caressing hers as he issued a growled moan of his own at the feel of hers. The closeness of her body only spurring on his emotions for her, electricity running through him, that feeling unable to be just pushed away, because even if she snapped, she was still his Azura. Still even he desired her, her light, her darkness, everything about her, Even if there was something more than that to this, he still felt her need and desire for him as well.

Feeling her hands on his shirt, then hearing that tear he'd press himself against her further, chest down bare as the tattered remains of his shirt lie on either side of them. Hissing sharply in pleasure as he felt her teeth sink into his shoulder feeling that warm blood on his shoulder, her lips on his new wound. His fingers reaching for her zipper on her leather outfit, slowly pulling it down, revealing more of her, the siight even more tantalizing then before, hands moving to her shoulders to pull the suit away, so he could press his chest down against her, nuzzling into her shoulder roughly, tongue finding the wounds she had created and lapping at her addicting blood. Teeth clamping down again on that shoulder of hers...

[Azura]

As he kissed her, if he could have heard the dark, sick laughter sounding off inside her mind, he might have thought twice about agreeing to help her so easily. She loved him, sure...she did...but right now, the darkness drowned out all emotions in place of hatred and rage and a strong determination to get back what was taken from her. That was all she cared about, all she thought about, and yet she knew that she could cover more ground if he was helping her instead of trying to stop her. It was just simple logic, and like the actress she was, she played the part right down to the very letter of perfection needed to sway his mind and his heart.

She was loving it. That control, that power she had over him right this moment. Sure, he was the one atop of her, rolling her around, kissing her, biting her. But that didn't matter, he could do whatever he wanted so long as he did what the fuck she wanted. And right now, what she wanted, was for him to get her Cael back, regardless the cost. Her own personal "demon" (if you want to call it that) laughing inside her head manically. The darkness inside her craved the domination of her target, and though this time, she was not intent to kill, she had still subdued and overcame. The thrill no less exciting.

A sharp hiss was given as he bit down into her shoulder, nails digging into his back and leaving bloody trails in their wake as she growled against his flesh. Oh, there was lust, dont get me wrong...but there was so much more than that. It was merely an afterthought to what the true point of all this was. Finding him and getting back at those who would dare to try and break a vow she had made. They would pay, with their lives...if it was the last thing she did. Of course, she knew that going against Alek wasn't going to be easy...but she would cross that bridge when she got to it.

For now....Well for now, she had an act to keep up, and a limited bit of lust to sate. His more so than her own. Her hips rocking upward to meet against his own, to tease him and to taunt him more than she already had. The more she did it, the weaker he became to her charm, to her allure. Which was just what she wanted....Though nowhere, not even in the darkest corner of her heart could her deception be felt....the evil inside her far too strong and drowning out such things with less than pure emotions.

[Legion]

She had brought out the demon out alright. There was no limit to what the demon was capable of, given the opportunity. And yes, the demon was quite enamored with Azura, especially this new version of her. The good in him, locked away screamed that forgotten truth, that this was not the way it was supposed to be. This wasn't Azura, and he, Legion, wasn't really free and to a certain extent, deep down, Legion knew that. They weren't what they were meant to be at this moment. Well, save the whole, them being experiment freaks of nature. As far as their experiment was supposed to work, they weren't exactly what you'd call inside the parameters of expected behavior.

As far as Legion saw it, being used or now, for now he didn't care. He was sure that once he got away from Azura he'd care to about the commitment he was making, although he hadn't said anything the demon had intended to join in with her, if only for the blood shed. He couldn't give two shits about Cael but he couldn't let those bastards have him either. Azura's vow had to be fulfilled, even if it was to him. Like she had helped him on part of his vow. Unfortunately reality. Although Legion was sure the good that was him normally these days would have different opinions of how to help her complete this vow and return things to normalcy. To make things the way they were supposed to be. the demon wasn't so sure that he wanted that right now, but normally he was all for getting his darkness back. Though at the present he wasn't sure if he cared too much about getting it back.

Blood running down his throat, he'd grin as heard that hiss, his own given in return as he feel her nails scraping across his back, feeling the cool air on his freshly leaked blood, sending chills down his spine. Moan issued as she rocked those hips up into his, causing him to rock his downward, into hers, hands moving quickly to slide her out of that leather, which while sexy, was hiding her porcelain complexion from his sight. And while that was sexy as all hell in its own right Legion could only imagine what her skin would look like, feel like, taste like with that intoxicating ruby liquid covering it.

As he slipped her out of that leather outfit, his hands slid up her thighs, his own nails roughly dragging across her flesh leaving trickles of blood forming on her pale skin, lifting up his nails allowing only his finger tips to trail upwards now until...

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[Azura]

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Pulling the zipper up on jacket, she would run her tongue across her blood stained lips, her red locks a tangled mess about her face as the wind whipped over the top of the building they currently stood upon. A satisfied little sigh passing her lips and teeth slowly grazing her lower lip. Eventually, amber eyes would shift toward Legion, a grin settling upon her lips.

It had been good, she would give him that, but she had stuff to do. People to save and a certain somebody to find who held precedence over everything else in her life right now. "You ready?" She had pretty much ensured that his precious light was snuffed out for the time being, and yet inside she kept a watchful eye for it to reappear. She would slit his throat before she allowed him to slow her down in finding Cael, regardless how much she loved him.

The darkness inside of her laughing at the mere thought of love and everything that came along with it. She knew, that on a deeper level than most could ever understand, she loved Legion, but the darkness swallowing her heart and soul would not allow her to feel it right now. No, he was a possible hindrance to her plans and as such, he was as close to an enemy as the cops and the people that had taken Cael were to her right now.

Keep your friends close, keep your enemies closer...

A saying she had lived by for more years than she could count, though nothing showed in her features of her emotions. No, there was just too much swirling darkness inside of her to get a read on much of anything that she felt other than anger and an underlying sense of possessiveness that came from God only knows where. Cael was not her's and even as she was now, she was deluded to that fact. But that didn't mean that she felt some sort of responsibility for him, and so therefore, she would be damned if somebody fucked with that.

"Unless of course you are too tired." A low chuckle at the base of her throat as she tucked her hair back from her face and bent down to zip up her boots and then finish lacing them. Her mind already playing over what she was going to do in order to find this Tony Marcus character. Shouldn't be hard...the others weren't. But still, it was a matter of finding out everything she had to on him.

Fingers lifting to her neck and tugging at the collar about it. She had to admit, she was surprised it had not gone off yet, but then, it did sort of make sense. The Facility didn't want a war with Father, and she was the best deterrent of that. So, why not let her go? She had to admit, they were smart when they wanted to be. Though the fact that she still had that nagging worry at the back of her mind pissed her off to no end.

[Legion]

Legion stood up as he slid his pants back up his legs. Standing up fully after he did so, though unlike her he now had no shirt, so instead of slipping that on he just looked skyward, closing his eyes and inhaling the scent of the wind that passed around him. That wind whipping across his back and the blood that covered him, cooling him, and stinging the wounds that he now held on him. But he didn't mind. It make him feel alive to be perfectly honest. The demon now out in full, feeding from her darkness back to its old habits, the pain allowing him to feel alive, letting him know that he was.

When she asked that question Legion would turn to her with a grin and a nod. Impatient were we? Though Legion knew better then to say anything about that out loud. It would be, how you say, counter productive. Knowing that she was really in no mood to shit around so he kept his damn mouth shut. Sure she may have hid her emotions well but Legion knew that nothing would slow her down in her quest to reclaim Cael, as much as he, the demon, hated the guy, it was quite evident. Though Legion didn't intend to get in her way, he wanted to join in, have fun in the ensuing mayhem. Not really caring about the end goal or the reasoning Azura had used to justify all this to his better half, he was just here for the adventure. Hell even Legion's better half would of helped her, probably, and definitely cared more about Cael, he just wouldn't stand for pointless blood shed, of innocent life.

Watching her slip her boots on Legion had already been ready, with his shoes on, seeing as he hadn't needed to worry about a shirt. Waiting with a slight twitch in his foot, somewhat restless really. If they were going to rush off they should rush off right? Least that's what he figured, or perhaps that merely stemmed from the fact that he wasn't sure how long he'd get to play before that annoying bit of him tried to get him to stop with that guilt. So needless to say he was ready and willing.

Chuckling at her comment he'd reply, "Just waiting on you to lead the way."

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