Seperation Anxiety (Azura)

[Legion]

Patrick sat there on that park bench, an otherworldly gaze in his eyes. A gaze that was reminiscent of the thousand yard stare that soldiers got. He was clearly losing it. His oath to Nyx on the verge of being broken, on the verge of sending him into a further spiral of madness greater then the one that he could no longer hide. His control gone, darkness overwhelming him and Legion's mind. Their dual link causing them to lose control of reason. They had been seperated from the light for so long. They were so dark, so cold and no more amount of darkness could sate them. While that link to his angel still existed only the light that she could give him could truly calm him, sate him for good. As much as he tried to deny it, and hide it, he needed her for his sanity, he needed her, not just Legion, but Patrick.

So as he sat on that park bench his zoned out gaze became more and more psychotic. Patrick needed Azura, he, the demon, needed his angel. He made his oath to Nyx yes, and he loved her, but it was becoming more and more apparent to him that he himself needed her, and loved her. As much as he had tried to deny it, his love for Azura was not just bled over. He was beginning to realize that he truly did love her, by more then just the bond that connected them.

As he lost his sense of reason he started to call out to his angel. To Azura. His calls so desperate. So pained. Knowing that she was suffering and he was not there to stop. Begging her to forgive him through that link. Calling out to her, anything to try and ease her suffering. This going on for what felt like hours. Only stopping when some guy reached out his hand, placing it on Patrick's shoulder, asking "Are you okay man?"

Patrick slowly coming back to reality, realizing that he was no longer on that park bench but had been rolling around into the walkway. Slowly sitting up he would completely ignore the man, psychosis still in his eyes. Madness gleaming. Deciding that he needed her and he needed her now. Feeling as if she was whispering into his ear, "Legion, why haven't you come to find me?"

The answer came as a whimpered growl from Patrick, it being okay because he was Legion, and Legion was Patrick, "There's a plan angel, I'm coming, please."

"Help me my demon, please," the whisper of that sweet voice begged into his ear.

"I have to follow the plan," Legion whimpered, resolve beginning to fail.

The guy at this point was very freaked out, though still unwilling to leave, trying to be the good Samaritan. Words of consolation given to Patrick going unheard as well as words that he was the only one there.

"But don't you love me?" Those words cutting into Legion like a knife, "Save me from him....."

Unfortunately for the Samaritan, it was at this moment that he tried to touch Legion's shoulder. Not exactly a good move to touch a demon going through a mental break down at this point. His hand shooting up gripping around the guy's throat. Standing, lifting the man in the air, wings bursting from his back. Growls emanating from him, demonic tones clearly in his voice now, "You're going to pay for what you've done to my angel!"

[Azura]

The room was dark, not of her own choice, but as yet another punishment handed down to her by her Father. She had tried to say that she was sorry, she had begged him to forgive her, and yet he continued to lock her away in this room, only growing more and more angry with her as he saw the madness and despair seeping into her gaze from being separated from her demon for far too long. The thought of Legion drawing a soft and broken whimper from her as tears filled her hazel eyes. Not the first and undoubtedly the last, they would spill forth without any attempt to hold them back.

She needed him, more than the air she breathed or the light that she was being kept from. She needed her demon and his darkness...to feel the cool rush of it as it enveloped her heart, extinguishing the fire that consumed her as a result of all the pain and suffer she felt for those in this world...All the guilt for their sins eating away at her heart and mind to the point that she could no longer hear her own thoughts through the sounds of their tormented screams.

She had finally been released from those chains that kept her bound to the wall, but not before she had become too weak to try and escape. Weak in both mind and body, all she could do now as sit within the darkened room, with the dull, fading glow of her own light to keep her company. Each day that passed, she found that her light grew weaker...no longer did she have the energy or the will to try when the one she loved was so far away from her. The entire ordeal made worse by the fact that she knew within her heart that he too needed her. That her demon could not go on without his angel for very long. Sure, he did not believe that his love for her was real, that if there was no bond he would feel the way he did, but that did not make his need for her any less...Nor did it cease the yearning in her heart to be with him, to be within his arms that she fit ever so perfectly into.

"Why did you leave me Azura?" Those hazel eyes looking upward to that all too familiar figure as she would whimper and shake her head, slowly and shakily shifting to her hands and knees within that corner so that she would be able to crawl toward him. It was an image projected by her mind, and at first she had known as much..but now, with madness setting in and withdrawl from him growing more and more powerful, reality and insanity began to blend seamlessly into one.

Her red locks, damp with sweat would cling to her pale face as she would near him, settling onto her knees before him and looking up at him with hope in her eyes. Hope that he would forgive her, that he would save her this time. "I...I did not mean to Legion. I swear to you. I only meant to fulfill my vow so that I might be your angel once more." She could barely manage the words, her small hands tugging at the sheer white dress which Father had given her to wear...now tattered and torn and smudged with the dirt and grime that covered the floors of her room.

"You don't love me?" Those green eyes looking down at her and filled with pain, betrayal and loss. It shattered her heart as she would begin to again pick up on his own calling for her, though again, the madness prevented her from realizing that this, as the other times before...was real. Instead, the feel of Legion calling out for her so desperately would only prove to fuel the delusion that she currently faced.

Pain rising within her, and her own heart screaming out for him..she would hesitantly extend her hand toward the image of Legion which stood before her. Yet as always, he would step away just as her fingers would touch upon his leg, not even allowing her that single glimpse of solace she so desperately sought. "I do love you, more than any human could love another. You are my soul. Without you I am nothing." Pleading with him to believe her, to trust that she was not lying and yet all she received were those eyes...looking down upon her and damning her for what she had done.

"You have left me to suffer with no escape. I am so cold. So consumed by the evil inside of me. How could you do this to me?" The words, despite being something that her logical mind knew he would never say to her, would tear through her as she cried that much harder and shake her head weakly, wanting so badly to lower her gaze and unable to for fear that he would be gone again when she looked up.

"I did not mean to. I promise you my love. I had no choice. I could not ignore my word." She would again try to crawl toward him, only to stop as her hand fell upon something sharp, the pain of it cutting through her flesh greater than what it should have been, since due to her lack of being with Legion her body had begun to react differently. With him, she had been able to tolerate pain to a certain degree, had even found pleasure in the sensation of his teeth as they cut through the tender flesh of her neck to allow him the blood he so badly needed. But now, the pain was almost more than she could bare. Every cut and every bruise magnified in intensity, furthering the desperation she felt to reach him..to touch him...to make it go away.

"Please Legion. Please make it stop. It hurts so badly." Her body barely managing to shift enough to allow her to rest upon her knees before she would look down at the blood which dripped from her hand onto her dress. The light around her fading that much more as the darkness of the room seemed to start to consume her. Azura knew all too well, though it could have been the ravings of a mad woman, that the darkness was a living thing. That it could move and grow. That it could consume you and swallow you whole. Just as it was doing to her.

The panic and the fear setting in as she began to channel his madness unknowingly. She had no choice in the matter, yet she could have tried to combat it with her own emotions. But, with her own grasp on reality faltering at every turn, and no realization that what she felt was genuinely him...she did nothing but allow it to eat away at her as her own emotions cried out in an attempt to reach him.

Every beat of her heart begging for him to find her. To save her. Emotions gone wild with despair and hopelessness. Her head lowering, and sobs coming harder now, she found herself on the verge of falling into a never ending decent. "Legion...my demon...Please...help me." Nothing but a mere whimper caught upon her breath as she exhaled before collapsing to the floor...her dirty, tear stained cheek pressing against the cold, grimy floor and eyes watching as blood ran slowly but steady from her palm onto the ground below.

[Legion]

He held the man up by his neck, claws forming at his fingers, digging into the man's neck. The man's fear was so very palpable, bordering on terror, feeding the demon's darkness, causing it to rise even further, his own darkness so very palpable, even to the mere mortal in front of him. That darkness only terrifying the man further, knowing that he had stepped into something beyond his world or his comprehension. Terror flooding out of him as darkness, evil intent and madness all swirled around him. Madness that told Legion that this was the man that took Azura. Wise enough to know that it was not father, but this man was personally responsible for Azura's disappearance. For her captivity, for her suffering that was so very real to Legion, for that despair that he felt in his heart, knowing that is was from her.

And here in his grasp was the reason for all of that, the very man that made it happen. The wickedness of his heart screaming out for blood, screaming out for suffering. For the suffering of this man. Feeling Azura calling out for him so desperately only increased his murderous intent, his eyes now a golden sheen. Feeling that despair, knowing that it wasn't his, because it wasn't something that fed him, but ate at him. It was hers, so without hope that it drove his madness further. Made him hate the man in front of him more. The one who caused Azura's suffering.

"Legion, he's the one," He felt a whisper in his ear. Her soft voice, so heavenly in his ear. So desperate, so hurt by the man in his clutches. Her words begging him to do what she couldn't do in good conscience. Begging him to delve into his darkness, for her. That delving into it would ease her suffering. Would lead him closer to releasing her from her captivity. His mind narrowing down to that one conclusion in his irrational mind, "I'm burning up Legion, in the fires of his sin and mine. I'm being crushed under the weight of it all. I need your darkness to put out that burning pain. If you kill him I'll give you what you need, my light, and you'll end my suffering."

Legion began to shake violently. How badly he needed her light. To make him feel whole again. To make him feel normal, like he wasn't this wickedly evil being that was doomed to damnation for the rest of existence. His grip began to tighten around the man's throat. He needed that light. Far more then he needed this man's suffering. Legion wanted to end this quickly, to get her light quicker. Squeezing the man's neck he felt her whisper again, "No, Legion. He needs to suffer like I'm suffering. Bathe in his blood. Indulge yourself in his suffering so that he feels like I feel. In so much pain."

"I need your light so badly my angel, I don't know how much longer I can last" Legion shook even more violently as if he were going through withdrawls, blood now on his hand, feeling her pain in his trembling,

The reply to his begging a soft and simple, "Then prove your love to me."

"Anything for you my love," A strange mix of demonic tones and irish accent in his voice, very much legion and Patrick.

Free hand slashing upward across the man's stomach, not deep enough to spill his guts out overtly, but to tear at the stomach lining weakening it. It wasn't until the demon dropped the man that the man's stomach would begin to split causing him to cry out in pain. Legion licking at the man's blood on his fingers. Shivering but not entirely satisfied. Watching as the man tried to hold his guts in as he got up and tried to limp off he would cackle as he followed along pushing the man onward, goading him to run. Continuing this until he kicked him down. The man's blood beginning to seep into the grass as Legion slowly pressed his claws into the man's back, illiciting loud and painful screams...

"I love you my angel, anything for you. I need you so badly..." He muttered as he slowly tortured the man, not at all aware of what he was doing or saying other then fulfilling the conditions for getting her light...

[Azura]

That predatory beast crept closer, black tendrils slowly slithering their way closer to where she laid, stopped only by the dull glow of her light which illuminated from her tired and beaten form as she lay there upon the ground. With every second it drew just a little bit closer, waiting there on the edge of the light, ready to pounce once it had faded. She could feel it there, swallowing the air within the room and making it harder and harder to breath as it drew nearer to where she lay, stealing her breath with ever inch that it gained. Desperately she would struggle to find the energy or, at the very least, the will to brighten her heart and to in turn brighten the light around her, only to manage for a moment before exhaustion and emotional devastation overcame her and dulled that soft glow once again.

Yet, no matter how far back she was able to push the darkness, no matter how much time she bought herself before being completely consumed by it, there was nothing she could do to stop the cold that accompanied it from reaching her. No warmth to be found on her body to try and stave it off, she would soon feel the sharp, steady burn of it as it entered her throat and nasal passages. A cough, struggling to spit it out only to find that she could not. Pain swelling within her as it began to claw its way through her airways and to her lungs, leaving her certain that if she were to breath too hard that she would indeed taste that sweet, intoxicating blood of her's rise up within her mouth.

More tears would fall, rolling slowly down the sides of her face and leaving trails through the dirt which smudged across her pale, bruised flesh. That skin, which had been so flawless now lacking its natural ambient glow and stained with bruises that no amount of healing could take from her. The sheer fact that she no longer had the energy to fight or to even begin and focus her thoughts lending to the fact that for every wound she sustained, Legion could only heal so much and she was left with the appearance of a small, fragile and abused child. No food. No water. No light. Slowly but surely being starved to death. Sure, she did not need food or water usually, her body able to sustain itself without...But that was only due to the fact that her soul, her very essence of being, fed from the light she surrounded herself with on a day to day basis. Without it now, her body fell victim to the cravings of a more normal human. Hunger pains tearing away at her, mouth dry from lack of drink. In fact, it had been so long that her body had begun to turn on itself...So lean that there had been next to no fat for it to burn off in search of nutrients, that it had begun to eat away at her muscles. The result being a weakness unlike any she had felt before.

The only thing that gave her solace in this was knowing that it was something that could not affect Legion as it did her. He still had the ability to reach what he needed to survive, to submerge himself in his darkness and feed from it...to drink the blood of others and grow stronger. Perhaps he was forced to do so more often to combat what her body was having to endure, but she knew in her heart, somewhere within the madness, that he was okay physically at least.

Her free hand would begin to move, bloody, filthy fingertips slowly caressing the lower portion of her abdomen. She did not know why...that fact lost to her in the wake of her failing mind...but she found comfort in doing so regardless.

”I am suffering my angel. Look at what you have done to me.”

Those words drawing her eyes toward him once more, only to see a hallow shell of the man she knew. No longer her big, strong demon, but a pale, weak replica in his place. Lower lip trembling, she would whimper and once more allow her hand to reach out for him. She needed him. Her soul being ripped in half. A central part of who she was gone and leaving her empty …..lost......broken. ”I..I am s..sorry...Please...please forgive me. I didn't kn..know...” Her sobs causing her voice to crack as she would drag herself closer to him...needing his touch so badly, needing his arms to envelop her and shield her from the world around her which threatened to consume her with its sins.

She could clearly remember, just looking at him now, how utterly perfect she fit against him. How from the moment she had met him, the very first time he held her, she had been certain that she was created for him and no other. Yes, she had found herself infatuated with Cael, and had vowed to him not to let harm befall him due to her...She had even kissed him...All in an attempt to try and make herself feel what Legion felt...that this love was nothing more than a forced emotion and without the bond there would be nothing between them. To try and let herself love another and to try and allow herself to forget the demon that she so desperately loved, as he seemed to be able to push all thoughts of her aside in order to make love to another woman.

The echo of the emotions she had felt as he spent those days with his lover...with his wife...burned into her mind. So much pain in knowing that he had not missed her enough to stay away from Kazumi...making Azura feel worthless and unwanted as he felt passion and love for the other girl. It had hurt more than when he had gotten killed and their hearts had been ripped out.

Collapsing once more upon the floor, she would cry softly and curl up...unable to reach him despite her best efforts...Her entire body shaking and knowing somewhere inside of her that it was because of Legion...because of his suffering. She could feel his desperation and his need and it only made her own that much worse. "Shhh...I...I will make it better love. I promise. I will make the darkness go away...I won't let it take you." Cooing the words as best she could, so weak and yet her emotions directing those words to him...

"Prove you love me. Come back to me my angel."

His words now against her ear as she curled up into a ball and buired her face within her arms and tangled locks of red. A soft whimper, shaking her head and swearing that she could feel his fingers brushing her hair back behind her ear. "I...I don't know how Legion....I don't kn...know what to do..."

A moment of silence surrounding her, her mind reeling with all the things she felt or thought she felt from him. "I need you....Your angel needs you.....Patrick." That name leaving her lips, purred as softly and as lovingly as she possibly could. In that moment feeling his other half and not only her demon...the realization finally driven home that it was not only Legion that she loved...but Patrick as well, both being part of the same being whom she could not live without....Even if Patrick was the part of him that was trying so hard to pull away from her.

[Legion]

Patrick, Legion, whoever he was, was torturing the man in front of him without any conscious thought of what he was doing. It came as naturally to him as did breathing. He didn't need to think about it, he just did and this madness made it hard to control his baser impulses. That being said the guy's guts were strewn about, and he was even still alive, though his screams were no louder then groans at this point. All this while the demon was off in his own little world, in zoned out eyes, looking all the more eerie as his hands and arms were covered in blood, that same blood smeared across his face. Rocking back and forth impatiently, needing that light to come in like promised he'd mutter, "He's close, so close, so close to that final breath. And then, then I can have my soul back, right my angel?"

He would wait for the life to drain from the man's eyes, now waiting expectantly for that light to rush in and make him feel alive again. To give him warmth and life. To fill the void that was left inside him. But as he waited, nothing happened, nothing came to him. Not like he was promised. That demon let out a little whimper which really was an odd idea to see him sitting before a mutilated body covered in blood, hearing that whisper in his ear, "You haven't saved me yet my demon. You haven't even tried to find me. You know where I am. Why haven't you tried?"

"I'm sorry Azura, please forgive me," Patrick pleaded in earnest. Feeling genuine pain and despair at the lack of that effort. That he had not. Knowing why too. Tears beginning to run down his face, guilt and shame at how he was torn in two.

"You didn't even care enough to find me. You were with, her. That woman. I thought you loved me," The voice wasn't angry, but rather hurt. It was that, hurt and lack of anger that really touched Patrick the most. Cut him down at his deepest level, hurting him indescribably. Absolute guilt wracking through him. Feeling as if he was utterly worthless, a terrible person, emotions that were felt by him but fed by Azura.

"I'm sorry Azura, so, so sorry. Please forgive me, please make it better. Please give me my soul. I need it so badly, I need ye so badly," He begged again, pleading to her. Slowly coming around to the realization that all of him needed her, not just Legion. That it was he, Patrick who loved her too. Wanting her so desperately in this moment that it hurt.

"Save me Patrick...." The use of his name coming from that Cell, from the true Azura calling for him. Those words in of themselves driving him wild. Knowing where she was, and how weak she was, in a way that he couldn't feel because he hadn't been deprived of his darkness and she had been her light, the combination of that and everything serving to drive him wild. Needing to save her, needing to end her torment, NOW. Reason for waiting beginning to fade from him.

Rising to his feet they would begin to carry him to a destination that wasn't completely thought through in his mind. Only that he had to go here first. Before anything else he needed equipment. Not lost enough in his madness to realize that, because as insane as he was right now, that couldn't stop him from getting Azura back. Feet beginning to care him to that safe house. The one she had showed him long ago. He was sure at this point they were the only two left that knew about it. Opening the door to immediately be brought to his knees by that lilac scent, sobbing softly for her as he smelled her but knew she was still so very far away....

[Azura]

A soft cry of pain as her light began to fade and the darkness, moving ever closer, began to wrap its icy grip about her flesh. Without him, the darkness hurt her, burned her flesh, tortured her. Or so her maddened and desperate mind told her. The image of him now seated before her, once more the demon she very much knew...every single detail etched within her mind and laid out before her. Eyes golden and blood covering him, she would feel his despair and his pain through the haze created within her mind.

He was so close. So close to her being able to reach him, and yet as her hand reached for him...her light, however dull it was, seemed to push him away. A soft whimper...words leaving her lips in a whisper though no less broken and filled with longing. "I...I don't understand...Why can't I reach you?" Fear gripping her chest, tightening around her heart as she was continuously deprived of that single thing she needed in order to stay sane....to stay alive.

"You know why my angel. You know what you must do." His tone soft and yet firm as his hand would reach for her before pulling back as he neared the light that she emitted. His eyes turning down to her, pain and longing within them. "Please...don't leave me alone. Don't make me suffer in this darkness by myself." Pleading with her and tearing at her heart...breaking her down more and more with every passing second.

The truth was, she did know what she had to do. The evidence right there before her. If she wanted to reach him, she had to surrender to the darkness and allow it and the pain that came along wit it, to consume her...to surround her. Only then could she be near him. Only then could she give him the relief that he so desperately needed. "Anything for you my love..." Willing to move Heaven and Earth to get to him, to spare him even a moment more of torment and suffering.

Shakily, her hands would press into the ground...every bit of energy she had left given toward forcing herself up onto her hands and knees. It hurt so bad. The pain never ending at this point, and yet she knew there was more to come.Tears slowly rolling down her cheeks, she would begin to drag herself across the distance to where he sat. Twice she would falter, collapsing back to the floor below and bringing about more and more pain. Still, she did not stop. She couldn't. For no matter how much pain the darkness would bring upon her, she would gladly suffer it to be with him.

Able to feel his emotions and feeling that guilt and shame at what he had done. "I am sorry Azura. Sorry that I was with her instead of trying to find you." Pain clear in his tone as those golden eyes looked down at her. Oh it hurt...to hear those words from his lips...to relive those days she had been locked away and consumed with his emotions of lust and desire...or love for another.

However, the response he would gain from her was a mere shake of her head as she struggled to draw closer. "Shh..shh...shh..." Her voice lodging in her throat as her light began to extinguish and the darkness began to overtake her...pain tearing through her flesh and down to her very soul, made worse as she felt him...wherever he was...collapse in sheer and utter torment. Though despite that, her heart told her that she couldn't stop. She was so very close now. "I fo..forgive you my love.." Those words conveyed in her emotions...sent to him as strong as any other she felt.

It was so hard to move now, with the pain fully consuming her, it was hard to even breath. Yet she would not stop, because he needed her...and despite whatever she was going through, that was the only thing that mattered to her. "I...I will m..make it....make it better..." Collapsing once more, though this time her head lay within his lap...she would close her eyes. She could no longer keep them open, nor did she need them seeing as there was no longer any light to fill even the farthest corner of the room.

So much pain. More than she knew possible. Though within her mind, though the haze brought on by that white hot pain, she could see him...she could see him in that room they had once been in. She could feel his longing...She could hear his words. (Or at least, her mind swore that it did.) "Legion....Patrick....calm your...yourself...I am here...I am with you..." Referring to the one that she now laid her head upon, as it was the one that her mind believed to be closest to her....yet her thoughts and her heart remained with the image she saw and heard in the last remaining part of her heart that held any light.

"But I have to find you. I need you now. Please, tell me what to do." Again her mind creating words that even it was uncertain she would ever really hear...but in the moment they were the truest she had ever heard.

"B...Be still....J..Just listen....Breath..." She gave a soft cry of pain, trembling so violently that she was forced to curl herself into a little ball to try and keep from going into convulsions as pain and cold seemed to swallow her whole. "M...My room....the dresser...t..top drawer. Go there my love. Please. For me." She spoke without knowing what she was saying or why she was saying it...driven purely by the emotions she gained from him and nothing more...Her mind believing him to be here with her and yet her heart knowing he was not...so torn and so conflicted.

"I can't make it better Azura. You are too far gone. You are too lost to me." Pain and regret in his tone...causing her heart to break all the more.

"I...Its okay....Do not l..let it beat you....I am here." Tears flowing, her breath would weakn...and her fear would only increase...yet it was overshadowed, if just barely by the love she had for him. Trying so hard to project it in a manner that would reach through the distance to where he was. Trying to save him as best she could, while letting go of herself.

[Legion]

All he felt right now was pain. His pain of not having her by his side. Her pain of not having him. It was damn near immobilizing. Feeling her weakness, her slipping away to the icy cold depths of the darkness. Almost made real to him by feeling something akin to a burning sensation. Light that was too much. That was purifying but too much so. It felt more like pertinence, like the light was the hell that he belonged in, his only true home. The home that he hated above all others. The only home he had without Azura and being without her drove him into his madness until he began reaching his breaking point.

Patrick had to admit, feeding off of her fear he was so afraid. So very afraid. That he would never see her again, that she wouldn't be able to end his daily torment, that he would never get to hold her in his arms again take away her guilt from her. Afraid that without her he would fade away and die, just as easily as he would if he didn't have darkness or suffering. But death would be a relief if he didn't have her, much more what he was afraid of was a continual existence, forever, without her. That she would be gone and he'd have absolutely nothing left but emptiness and regret.

Feeling so much like he had fucked everything up with Azura by being with her. That he was about to get that fate that he actually feared, feeling so much guilt and sham over his actions. Actually hurting from what he did. Collapsed on the ground at the door of the safe house, sobbing softly at the pain of having her separated from him, of his guilt over hurting her by his actions. Though her forgiveness would come through strong, acting as a wave of relief that washed over him. Soothing him and calming him as the sobbing began to slow. Her forgiveness almost feeling as if she were there with him. There to sooth and calm him.

Sitting up he'd lean against a wall, slowly trying to calm his breathing but to no avail. He needed his Azura. He needed his angel and he felt her trying to calm him from where ever she was, reaching out for her so desperately, looking to find her. Calming slightly as he swore he felt her getting him to try. Almost as if he heard the words he would immediately feel another calm wash over him. Though he would let out a whimper at her pain. Feeling that even through the madness. Hating it, sparking him to whimper again, though he would calm slightly at the perceived feel of her calming him.

"M...My room....the dresser...t..top drawer. Go there my love. Please. For me."

Hearing those words through the madness, he would nod even if she couldn't see it., slowly making his way to his feet. Dragging himself to her room. Desperate to listen to her, to obey her, knowing that she would make it better somehow. That when he got to her she would make all of this go away, forever.

Making his way to her room he would find her dresser to look for what she told him to find, Feeling her love and pain he would whimper softly trying so hard to get it through to her.

"I love ye Azura," He said. Feeling her strength, that strength of her love for him. Feeling that love barely overshadow the fear is why he said those words in the first place. Hoping that they'd get through to her. That they'd comfort her like she was comforting him, determined not to let the pain beat him, for her...

[Azura]

She felt the relief wash over him and would release a weak sigh as a faint smile tried to tug upon her lips. She was still in so much pain, but knowing that she was able to reach him in some way was enough for her to at least forget, for the moment, about how much it hurt...about how cold the darkness truly was without him there to filter it for her...to make it okay for her to touch. Her eyes closed, she would struggle to breath a bit more calmly, but it was too hard and she failed at every attempt.

"I love ye Azura..."

Those words reaching through the darkness and the cold to warm her slightly, causing just the slightest bit of relief to wash over her. It was not enough to fend off what was to come, but it was enough to reassure her that he loved her and that he would come for her one day. She wasn't sure when...but one day. "I l..love you as well L..Legion..."

Once more her eyes would close. Focusing, imagining him as she used her sense of where he was and what he felt to piece together what he was doing. Body continuing to shake uncontrollably from the pain and the cold which now held her within its unrelenting grip. "This light won't....h...hurt you. It..It will help you...Feel me there, with you...in...in that room." The light she referred to being that which enveloped the room he now stood in. Just as any other room of her's, it consisted of that bright, pure white decor. The bed, the drapes, the fixtures. Everything was white, things she had specially made just to prevent any other color from distracting from the purity and the warmth offered by that single shade. The room itself, despite the rather unfavorable location, was in a sense....her. It breathed of her light, of her purity and innocence. Sure, she had done bad things in her life, things she had no choice but to do...but none of that took away from how untainted she truly was.

Struggling to breath still, the cold air burning like wildfire through her airways, she would allow him time to settle, to take it in and to find some type of center to focus himself upon. Her heart aching with every beat would speed up just a bit as she knew him to be where she had directed him to be. Her dresser. "The letter...it is for you." She would speak softly, cooing those words as if she believed he could truly hear her and be comforted by her and her tone. All the while fully believing that he was there with her, her head still upon his lap. Her mind working on two very different wavelengths right now, and yet allowing instinct, and most of all, her heart to guide her words and her emotions.

With her eyes closed, she would think back upon the night she had written the letter he undoubtedly held within his grasp at this point. It had been a few months after the night they had both woken up from death to find out that they were bound together....the night that they had discovered their lives, as they knew them, to be turned upside down and ripped apart.

So much had changed since that night. He had changed in both appearance and in personality. The affects of that Qi they released within him causing his body to grow, his mind to alter. He had ceased to be Patrick, who looked at her as a woman he was forced to love...a woman who stood between him and his family and he had become Legion......her Legion. To him, she was everything, the end all be all of existence itself. She was his heart and his soul, she was his angel, and he loved her with no doubt or regret in his heart.

Yet, it had come at a price, and she knew that. After all, she had been the one to vow that if he would just let go, she would make sure that he remembered who he had been and that he would be given the chance to return to his family. She had promised, to never let him forget them. All so that she could save him the suffering which he was continuously put through. A promise that she had, for the most part fulfilled by the time she wrote the letter.

A letter, which if one ever cared to notice, was a rare item indeed. Azura, for all her time in schools and around people, did not write that often. Something that was hard to pick up on, but was the truth none the less. If he took the time to pay close attention to what he now held, he would see that instead of using a pre-made envelope to hold the letter, it was instead one folded carefully by hand. The texture of it nothing like what one would expect from paper which was made in this day and age, but something much less modern and processed. Instead of an area to lick so that the envelope could be closed, all four corners would come together in the center and be held closed by a black wax seal with a pair of angel wings pressed into it.

On the front, the words "My Precious Demon" were scripted in elegant,flawless handwriting . The kind that could only be achieved through use of a quill and inkwell as well as a great deal of patience and practice. Odd true, but when one truly thought about it, and the woman that had written it, it just seemed to make perfect sense. After all, Azura, despite her clumsy nature at times, had a way about her that seemed very refined and elegant. Something she had blamed on how Father had raised her though in all honesty, it was just how she was.

Upon opening it, he would find that the pages held within were much the same. The paper used slightly less thick than that used to craft the envelope, but no less antique and/or classic in appearance and style. Another thing clearly notable about this letter, and something he was sure to pick up on almost instantly, was the fact that the pages held a very strong amount of that soft, heavenly lilac scent that she seemed to exude, only adding to the unique nature of the letter and allowing him the chance to truly see her within the words he read.

Unfolding them, exposing the first page to be read....The very first words perhaps not at all what he had been expecting....

My Dearest Patrick,

OOC: Due to the length of my post, I am going to type of the letter itself and post it next. Because yeah, apparently I have WAY too much muse atm haha.

[Azura]

My Dearest Patrick,
First off, let me say that I understand how odd this must be, to see the name Patrick written upon this page instead of the name Legion, which I am so very fond of. I simply ask that you trust me when I say that there is a reason for such; one that I hope will become clear as the words spill onto the page. I wish only that you will bare with me, and that regardless the mood my letter finds you in, you will take the time to hear what I have to say and that you will take it in and not dismiss it so readily that you not understand what my intent is for writing this. Also, please bare with me as it is not often that I write letters, especially when it comes to matters such as this.

Now, to the point.

Tonight, like so many before it, I have found myself wandering the streets of New York with my thoughts lost on you. Though, to be fair, ever since you and I became one, I have been hard pressed to think of anything else. You are there in my mind when the sun rises, and it is you I think of as the day grows long and the sun dips behind the horizon. I am no longer able to look upon the darkness and not feel a tug at my heart, a yearning to be with you, and only you. Every moment that we are apart feels like an eternity inside of my heart and no matter how hard I try to fight it, I am simply not strong enough to overcome this feeling which has consumed me so perfectly.

Yet, with these feelings of love and longing come emotions of doubt and uncertainty, not all of which are my own. Each time we are apart, as Legion fades into the darkness and you again take your place in this world, I find that your heart begins to tear away from me. I feel your doubt rise within you, I feel your longing to be with your wife and I feel your uncertainty as to whether or not you really do love me, or if it is just something forced upon you by weeks of torture and chemical alterations to your DNA.

With all these things coming from you, I have found it hard not to question these very things myself. Though, I will be honest and say that questioning these things causes my heart a great deal of pain. You see, though I was not expecting for this to ever happen to me, to us, I cannot say that I, for one second, have regretted it. Yes, I regret the way it came to be, and I regret what I did to you. In fact, to this day it still pains me to know that I can never undo the harm I have caused you. Yet as for our love, I could never, and will never regret it.

For so long, I have been alone in this world, a ghost walking among the living, hallow and empty, constantly seeking my place, that place where I belong and only I belong. I have tried, so hard, to make a life for myself and to move beyond what I am, to be normal, and to find normal love and happiness; but I fail at every turn. Or at least I did, until that night I woke bound to you, our souls one, my heart...your heart. In that moment, despite the fear and the uncertainty, I found myself, for the first time, truly feeling as if I belonged somewhere. Then, when you held me that very first time, (You, not Legion) I knew deep down that was where I was always meant to be.

However, with the memories you are regaining come the doubts that you once held, and though I can understand them, I still feel the pain of knowing that I am, at times, nothing more than 'the other woman' in your eyes and in your heart. So often as of late, I have found myself tormented by your love toward another, left alone to figure out what it means and what to do about it. The part of me that thinks as you do, wishes that I could undo this bond and allow you your freedom. I wish that I could take back what I have done and give you your life back just as it was.

But then, there is a part of me that wishes only that you would love me the way that you do her. I know that it is selfish of me to want for such a thing, and I am truly sorry, but no matter how much I try, I cannot erase that part of me; and it is that part of me which has me writing this tonight. To you, Patrick. Not to my Legion as you may have thought I would do.

I am writing, because I need you to know that I love you. Not you, Legion, though my heart will eternally belong to him as well, but you...Patrick. I have given so much thought to this, that I am not sure I can give anymore, and every time, I have arrived at the same conclusion. Though our love may have been started by force, and though it does not fall into any sort of conventional method or form, that does not mean that it is not as genuine as I feel it in my heart to be. I may have been pushed into loving you at first, but the decision to keep doing so has always been my own.

It is true that I cannot deny the need I have for you, something that is as real as the need to breath. But I believe whole heartedly that there can be need without love. I believe, that it is possible that if there was no love then the need would have turned to resentment toward one another long ago. It has been my conscious decision to love you, every single part of you, for several months now and just as it was the night we became whole...my heart still beats only for yours.

I have tried to find another, I have even kissed another man...but it was in doing this, in trying to pull myself away from you to allow you the space you so desperately desire that I fully realized how strong my feelings are for you and you alone. When I kissed Cael, there was excitement and the thrill of something different and new, but it was empty and lacking in any emotion, and as soon as it was done, the guilt over it nearly brought me to my knees.

I do not know how you will take to hearing my words, to knowing that I am truly in love with you Patrick, Legion, or whatever name you choose to use; but I hope deep within my heart that you will feel the same. That one day, you can love me as much as I love you, and without question or doubt, say you wish to be with me. I know that it is what I wish, to spend eternity in your arms, but I also know that it is not in me to ask this of you. I cannot allow myself to be that selfish, nor can I allow myself to play with your emotions in such a way. If you do ever decide to be with me, I wish only for the decision to be something you have reached on your own free will, so that when you lay eyes upon me once more, you never again view me with doubt lingering in your gaze.

That is why, despite having written this, I am uncertain you will ever see the words expressed herein. I cannot bare to think that I have toyed with your emotions in any way or that I have forced you to love me when that is not what your heart truly wishes to be. Just know, should you ever come across this, be it while we are together or a thousand miles apart...my heart will eternally belong to you.....

My Demon.

Love With All My Heart,
Your Angel

[Legion]

Though he felt relief wash over him in the slightest degree he still felt her pain and that made him just as uneasy as he was relieved. The light not so unbearable now. Still upset that she was in pain but no longer feeling like he was going to burn up in the light. A slight look of further relief would cross his face as he felt his words relieving her, even if only slightly. It was all he had ever wanted to do, and deep down he knew that. To bring relief to her tormented soul. The faintest signs of a smile appearing on his face as he felt her words through that bond. Knowing just how true they were and how much that would never change. The undoubtedly true definition of unconditional love on a level so much higher then humans could give to one another.

Walking into her room his eyes would squint slightly at the light and brightness of the room. There was so much light in here, it was unsettling. He knew that it was her room, and she needed the light, but without her in it? It was just another painfully bright room, trying to burn him up, to purify him in punishment like he knew deep down a demon like him deserved. But it was that sense that this room was her that kept him there. The smell, the sense and knowledge that she had spent much time here, that was relief in of itself, something to numb the mind gnawing madness that threatened to eat away at him without actually having her with him. Her words of comfort also pushing him to stay in the room, to look in that drawer like she told him, knowing that some sort of relief lay in wait there. Though as the initial shock of being in the room faded he no longer felt oppressed by the the light, but almost comforted by it.

His slight comfort pressing him to try with all of his might to give her his darkness, so that she might feel a fraction of what he felt. Not sure if it would work, his darkness and despair of being separated from her feeding the side of him that told him that because he was a demon, because he was a being of darkness he could do no good, for anyone, not even his angel sent to save him. Madness pushing this thought further, pressing him to try and push that darkness to her that much harder. The effort of which put him to his knees, but that was okay. Anything to prove himself wrong. Anything to give her even the slightest iota of relief. Patrick and Legion pushing this, working together for this one goal.

Though at the perceived mention of a letter he would work his way to his feet. Struggling to right himself, doing it because he knew that relief would come from the letter, the type of relief that could only be given to him by her. Relief that he couldn't find or achieve anywhere else. Not in full measure at least, sure the suffering of others sated him, made it bearable but it could never truly relieve or satisfy him. Not in the way she could. And he loved her for it.

As he picked up that letter he could literally feel her presence, even though she was no where in sight. The thought of such something that he couldn't decide was madness or just her emanating from the letter.

Observing the letter he felt a small smile at the the words on that envelope, feeling the letter, looking on it and noticing all the absolute attention to detail. The hand folded envelope that came together with black wax, sealing it with those wings of hers stamped into it. As he marveled at the weight and feel of the letter he would smile more fully, feeling as if she were standing beside him. Realizing the care put into this, thinking back on it he couldn't ever remember seeing her write, so to think that she had put that much detail into the envelope, the style of writing and the ink no lost on him as well, he knew that the letter had to be absolutely special.

He was almost pained to open the letter to break the seal. To destroy the craftsmanship, or perhaps the craftswomanship, that she had put into it just for him. Though after a moment he would open it, knowing that the true prize for him was inside. Opening the letter he was hit instantly by the lilac scent, so absolutely heavenly to his nose. Seeing the words on that special paper, along with the scent gave him the impression that she was actually there beside him. As he read the letter it wasn't his mind seeing the words and interpreting them, but to him, to Patrick, it was her actual voice he heard, reading it to him.

First off, he found himself taken aback almost by the name she used, Patrick and not Legion. Something that was somewhat surprising to him to say the least. Though as she continued to read that letter to him it was clear to him that no one else but her could have written this letter, her voice reading the words to him making it so clear that everything about this letter was her. The mannerisms, the care, everything.

Reading about her love for him he felt a tug at his heart. Relief and guilt that she was suffering coming to mind, but he kept listening. To her talking to him specifically, to Patrick and not Legion. As Patrick heard her mention his wife he couldn't help but hurt, both because he knew that his love for her hurt Azura and the knowledge that his wife wasn't who he had loved right now. Fear that he had broken his oath and lost her. At the same time it was more then evident that he hurt for hurting Azura, and he was beginning to realize that it was not because of the bond. Guilt for hurting her rising in him.

A smile slowly forming on his face as she mentioned not regretting loving him. That with him was where she was always meant to be, that he made her feel like that. That he, a demon, could make anyone feel like that gave him an immeasurable amount of joy. Though that was quickly tempered once again as she mentioned herself as the other woman, causing him to whisper, "No." in pain, not quite aware of what he was saying, not consciously at least. Feeling pain and guilt for tormenting her so. Fear at her words of that bond being broken, though he could not deny that it was once what he had wanted.

It wasn't until she mentioned wanting him, Patrick, to love her as much as he did his wife he couldn't help but feel a deep and strong longing for her. For Azura. One that reached out so far and desperately, Patrick himself not sure he realized what he was doing.

Listening to her still he would whimper as she said that she came to the conclusion that she chose to love him, even after the bond. That the bond was merely the beginning of her love for him, and he had to admit, his for her. Slowly, slowly coming to the realization that it was more then just the bond, more then just Legion's love for Azura bleeding over. He truly was whole with her, only with her.

Pain and guilt once again rising within him, knowing that he pushed her to Cael. That it was as it always was, his actions that cause another to hurt. Feeling guilt because he did that to her, perhaps that bleeding over to his existence as a demon, he didn't know and he honestly didn't have to mental capacity to think on that just now. All he had was to continue to listen.

And as he did, that last part it caused him to fall on his ass. That tremendous amount of emotion poured into those last two paragraphs, hearing her voice say them, it was too much. Sliding back against her bed he heard those final words play out. Wanting nothing more then her. As strong desire and need for her rising up, stronger then ever before. Needing to hold her in his arms. Needing to feel her take his darkness away, needing her love, needing to love her. Those final words drawing a cry from him, from Patrick. Feeling his need for her so very, very strong.

"I need ye Azura...."

[Azura]

She felt him, as strongly as he felt her in this moment. It was not much, not nearly enough of his darkened soul to relieve the pain and torment she felt, but just enough to bring a sigh of relief from her lips and to ease the tremors that rocked her tiny frame. Her head resting there, within his lap...or so her mind would have her believe, she would remain with her eyes closed and replay the words of that letter in time with him as he read it.

It wasn't hard, being able to pick up on his emotions from start to finish, to pin point where he was. It was true, she had written it and never again read her words, and yet still she could recall every single one...down to the very last letter. She knew, without a doubt, every sentence and what emotion she had been feeling as she wrote it. She knew, through him, how deep her words reached within him...that her letter was being read as it had been intended...by Patrick at a time when he needed those words the most.

She was not sure if perhaps he did not think anyone could know or understand how he felt, but for far too long she had known that deep down he felt as though he was undeserving of anyone's love. She knew, that somewhere within his mind and his heart, he felt as though he were nothing more than a monster, unfit to have anyone love or care for him as much as she did. All too well she knew of that fear he had of being left alone, shunned for what he was and left with no other option than to become the very thing he hated most. His inner struggles her own, for everything that weighed upon him, did so upon her as well. True, the bond they shared was partly to blame, but at any time she could have chosen to try and ignore his suffering, to turn her back on it and allow him to fend for himself...but it had been her decision, even now with the darkness and the madness threatening to consume her, to take his burdens in life upon herself, to try and save him and give to him any fraction of the soul he so desperately longed for.

Feeling him near the end of the letter she would gasp at the sudden swell of emotions that flooded through that bond. Tears building in her eyes once more, she felt the longing in her heart, felt that tug upon her very soul and somehow, through the madness and confusion knew that this time, it was not Legion who called for her. That knowledge alone enough to rattle her and cause her eyes to once more open, trying to seek him out through the darkness. Where once she had been laying with her head upon his lap, she now found nothing but a cold, unforgiving floor to meet her flesh. A soft whimper drug from her, though she would not move...no longer did she have the strength to do so.

Instead, she would close her eyes and again pour all she had into the link that now bridged the gap between them. It was the only way she could be near him and she knew that soon enough it too would be lost. "Shhh..." Gathering every bit of self control she could manage to speak those words in a soft, soothing voice. "Close your eyes my love..." Cooing softly to him, her own pain and torment pushed aside for the sake of comforting him.

Once she was certain that he had heard...that he was on the same page as she was, so to speak, she would speak up once more. Her soft, angelic voice echoing throughout the room despite her inability to speak in anything above a soft whisper of breath. "Now, imagine me there. I am with you, in that room. It is only me and you...nobody else. The rest of the world shut away."

Only then would she try to move, though not much. She knew that the more she moved the shorter her time with him would be, and yet for this, she had no other choice. A single, trembling hand would raise and her words would once more reach through the distance toward him. That hand, still covered in blood, dirt and filth would press weakly over the area where her her heart beat within her chest, emotions within her urging him to do the same. "No matter the distance...my heart still beats for you...only you my demon. We are one, and no amount of miles could ever change that. Without you, my heart would have no reason to continue beating...I would have no reason to continue existing."

She would feel a wave of weakness rush over her, and again she was forced to dig down deep to call upon her very essence to combat it. She managed, if just barely, and her hand would fall away from her chest....threatening to lay there unmoving and yet her sheer determination forcing it to move once more. This time, when it fell upon her flesh, it would be shaky fingertips slowly sliding along her jawline, her thumb casting a brief graze of flesh against her cheek...something which one may have though odd if they had seen her...but in her madness she knew well what she as doing here.

The result being a mirrored touch falling upon his face, the ghostly whisper of her fingers caressing his jawline, thumb gliding along his cheek and then a slow gentle movement along his lips, tracing them slowly as she would purr softly. "I love you....Please never, ever forget that." Her touch continuing to travel slowly along his cheek and then to his jawline, finally stopping as it came to rest upon the side of his neck, just below where his collar laid. "Rest now...I need you Patrick...my demon....my heart...But you are of no use to either of us if you do not rest and find your center once more. Please....for me."

She would hold onto that bond with everything she had, though she felt it starting to slip. She had no choice...she couldn't let go, no matter how much she needed to right then. She just wanted to hold ont him a little longer...just a few more minutes...Not sure if she would ever be given the chance again...Their future so very, very uncertain...

[Legion]

He was nothing more the a monster. Patrick knew this. While he didn't know the whole story, it only took a few instances of his memory to prove this fact to him. Even before he had become a demon he had done terrible things. Things that he felt no guilt for, the very idea of which weighed down upon his mind. Perhaps that's why whenever they did to him what they did he became a demon. A personification of who he really was. Made so very strong by their experimenting on him. He truly didn't deserve anyone's love. Maybe that's why Nyx went away. Why Kazumi hated him. Because she saw him as he truly was a monster, and became one herself to torment her, for believing in him. For loving him. Fear still very much there of that oath that he had made being broken, even as he needed Azura so terribly fierce. Somehow he knew that parts of his logic were flawed, but he didn't even know to look, think or care to. But the truth was that he deserved no love from anyone, and yet the fact that Azura did, that was an unexplainable gift of kindness in his eyes. Something he knew he was entirely undeserving of.

As he called out for her, trying to reach her so desperately, sobbing quietly he'd feel her trying to reach out for him too. Hearing her hush him he would try and control his breathing. Crawling up into her bed, immediately feeling guilt for staining her pure sheets with blood. Letter gripped tightly in his hand as if he let go he'd lose his connection with her. Resting his head on one of the pillows he'd give deep labored breaths and he tried to control his breathing, closing his eyes as she told him to. Her soft voice, as weak as it was still able to soothe him, even if at this distance she couldn't take everything away from him.

Nodding at her words, soft voice soothing him further as he tried to control his breathing, arm reaching up to pull down that second pillow, his arm gripping it tightly as if it were her. His mind now showing the mental image of her laying next to him, his arm around her and not the pillow. All of the world doing as she said, being shut away. For now, it was just them, together, no matter how far apart they were in this world and that was the only thing that mattered. That they were together.

Nodding weakly again at her words he'd whisper softly to her, "I don't want to exist without you, I can't not anymore. Without you I'm so alone in this world now."

Feeling her collapse, even if she was still on the ground, he whimpered softly, though remaining perfectly still. Feeling her determination as he watched her across from him reaching up and dragging her thumb across his jawline, feeling her fingers on his lips. Shaking his head at her words saying weakly but firmly, "I won't Azura, I love ye."

Hearing her words, telling him to rest, he would whimper softly. Understanding them but not wanting to. Everything in him screaming to go get her. Go get his angel back. Begging her softly, whimper in his voice full of so much pain without her, so much need for her, so much sorrow for not realizing this before, even if it was only an iota of truth, fullness of his need, "Please Azura. Let me come for ye my angel. I need ye so badly right now. Take away all of my darkness and doubts. Let me take away your guilt, let me comfort ye. Please. Let me come get ye."

His hand slowly rising as he lay in that bed, fingers brushing her fiery red hair behind her ears as he grasped her head lightly. Smiling at her, though he knew that this couldn't last much longer. Just wanting to hold on and be with her as long as possible knowing that even though they were immortal, there was just so much uncertainty in the future for them. That thought actually scaring tremendously, though he pushed that to the back of his mind for now. Trying to just focus on the here and now, being with her, comforting her and her him, for however long they had left....

[Azura]

It broke her heart to feel him in so much pain, her tears matching his tears as she tried to continue comforting him, shushing him gently here and there as he crawled up onto the bed. How much of what she saw within her mind was real, and how much was her own mind's doing, she had no clue nor did she care. In this moment, in some way, she was with him and that was all she had wanted since the moment she had snapped out of her spell and found herself once more caught within the hands of her Father.

Tears rolling down her face, she tried so hard not to let her own fear and her own worry feed his. Trying as hard as she possibly could to be strong, for both of them...to allow him this moment to break because she knew that soon he would not be able to. His words bringing the weakest smile to her lips as she shook her head softly. "You are so much stronger than me...I know it will be hard, but you will be okay." No, she didn't want to say goodbye, she didn't want to say that this could be as close as they ever came to be again....she didn't want to say that this could very well be how they came to their end....but she knew that all those things were indeed possible. She knew that she couldn't fight any longer. She knew, that despite how much she wanted to believe otherwise, there was that dark fear looming inside her heart, telling her that something bad was on the horizon.

Eyes closing as she felt a whispered touch against her flesh, her hair pushed back behind her ears...it was such a simple gesture, but to her it was a touch that meant the world to her. Not only was it as close as she could get to truly feeling him, but it was the first time that Patrick had let himself feel what he felt for her..let himself love her. The realization of that being quickly followed with how not only was this the first...but could very well be the last.

A soft whimper, her tiny form curling up more tightly as if trying to seek out his embrace, to take shelter in it...knowing that he was the only one she could gain such comfort from, he was the only one that could ever truly protect her and grant her that feeling of security she had lacked her entire life. But, no matter how much she tried...she could not find him, she could not find that comfort...and it shattered her. A soft sob, reaching for him through the darkness....struggling to maintain her hold on what little she had with him just now.

His pleas for her to allow him to come for her feeling like a knife to the heart. Unable to form the words, at first, to reply....so torn between what to say and what to do....what was right. She wanted him to come for her...so desperately. It was all she wanted. The thought of it consuming her day in and day out....but she knew that it could not be. Deep down, she knew that the risk was far too great and so when she spoke, it was that risk she kept in mind to keep herself from begging him to save her.

"I wish, with all my heart that you could come for me...that you could save me. I want nothing more than to be in your arms and hide away from the pain and the fear." She paused..her voice cracking...Having to tell him no being the hardest thing she had ever done in her life, and yet it was what she knew to be the right thing. So, slowly...hesitantly...she would shake her head as she closed her eyes, no longer able to look at the image of him, to see those eyes she loved so much pleading with her...so filled with pain and longing....

"But you cannot come for me my love...not yet. I know you are capable, but Father will be waiting for you....If you were to come alone, and he were to capture you....then there would never again be a chance that we could one day be together." She sobbed weakly, her fingers brushing against his cheek and then slowly tracing her feathery touch through his hair as she looked to him with those hazel eyes so full of tears and edged red from crying.

"I...I would rather suffer a lifetime of this hell than to know, for even one minute that he was hurting you. Please....I could not bare it...I am not strong enough. I am begging you to please.....wait. Do not come alone." She pleaded in that weak and shaky tone...she struggled to breath...eyes starting to loose focus....her mind growing hazy.

It took her a good few moments to realize what was happening, and as she did fear would grip her heart so tightly she swore it would burst. "Patrick...I...I can't hold o..on any longer...I...I am so tired...so weak." That connection they shared just then starting to flicker in and out of existence, furthering her fear. Sure, the bond would still be there but this closeness would be lost and she knew she could not do it again...not in her current state. She wasn't that capable without her light to fuel her..to give her strength. "I am so sor...sorry."

The link growing weaker...her hand resting against his cheek and her heart racing. "Promise me...you won't come alone....please....promise me." She begged as tears grew heavier and her fear began to increase...wishing she could keep it form him but know she could not. Guilt over the fact that she was too weak to hold on any longer consuming her as whatever comfort she gained from him began to fade.

"I...love y...you...my demon. With ...a..all my heart. Please...forgive me." Those final words no more than a whisper upon the air and then...she was gone. Once more, alone within her darkened prison...she would stare off into the emptiness of the room before her heart, body and mind finally giving out...and the blackness consuming her. All thought, emotion and energy fading as she drifted away into unconsciousness.

[Legion]

He felt her trying so very hard to be strong for him, even though she herself was about to break. That alone drawing a weak and forced chuckle from him. Not at her, but in irony, in what was almost a nervous fit of laughter. Fighting hard to stuff away that guilt. He was the man, he was the demon. He was supposed to be strong. He wasn't supposed to be this so incredibly weak, and for that he felt so guilty, or he would if he let him, though that was seeping through. Smiling sadly at her words, on how strong he was. On how he would be okay. He knew the possibilities, the good, and the bad, but it wasn't the bad possibilities that was killing him. It was the uncertainty of it all; of how long the bad would happen, how many times it would happen and how much it would hurt. And while that was life he couldn't help but admit, in a broken moment of absolute honesty, "I don't know how much more I can take...."

But as he touched her he would try and wipe that weakness from his mind. Even though she may have been trying to let him break, he would try and be strong for her, because that was his job. Weakness had no part in a demon, it was despicable, at least that was what he had always been led to believe.

Hearing her soft whimper and seeing her curl into his embrace all the more, his arm would tighten around her as he felt her need for him, stretching out to her, pushing his darkness as hard as he could. Giving her his strength, what he had left in the moment. Giving her, her chance to break, the thought coming to his mind, that was what it was about wasn't it? Perhaps. And so he would try and strengthen his resolve, being strong for her. That's what he'd do and was doing.

Though his pleas for her would still go through, some from weakness and perhaps some from strength, probably a mix. But her resolve, her love for him, her need. That broke him just as equally as it built him up. Knowing exactly what she was doing when she said "she wished". Whimpering softly as he felt her resolve through her pain. Hurt himself as she forced her eyes closed. Guilty that he was making her do this, as mad as the thought was, but then again it made perfect sense. It was really all a matter of perspective wasn't it?

Whimpering as she finally told him now, feeling her fingers in his hair. Knowing that she spoke the truth when she mentioned the possibility of him being captured. That if that happened then they could never be together. That there would be no hope. As she begged him, telling him she would be unable to bear it if Father hurt him he choked back a sob and a protest. One that wanted so desperately to say that it was happening to her now too. Wanting to know why he had to live with it. But he was strong for her. He couldn't do anything but give that to her. Feeling her struggle to hold their connection he'd whimper. So scared of losing it, of losing this, of losing her with the uncertainty that he'd ever have her again.

Fear gripping his heart just as strongly as it did hers. So very worried. So very afraid of what was coming next. Hearing her apologize as her hand would touch his cheek. Turning his head he'd nuzzle into her touch he'd hear her beg and feel both fear and guilt begin to rise. And so as much as it hurt he forced those words out of his mouth, "I... I promise."

Hearing her last words, so very strained he would whimper, shaking her head at her asking for his forgiveness, saying, "I lo-"

But she was gone. Before he could finish those words she was gone. And that. That broke him down as she became a pillow again. The fact that he couldn't tell her just how much he, Patrick, loved her. Gripping that pillow harder he sobbed violently. Truly sad, feeling true loss. Her probably being the only one he could feel this for. So pained that he couldn't go get her, yet. That promise he made to her he'd be unable to break, even if he tried. Oaths to her being different then oaths to other people, even though those were so incredibly strong in their own right. And so he'd sob desperately for her, being slowly weakened by the light, even thought it was her room. To the point that eventually the sobs would cease as he fell into a deep sleep, one that was entirely unrestful...