~Eris~

Eris held tight to Maddalena's hand. She wanted nothing more than to save Lavender, but if something should happen, she could at least pull Madds away from danger or be the rock should the worst come to pass. "Lavender will be okay. She strong like her mother. They'll find their way back to us.."

~Lavvy~

The purple ghoul appeared surrounded by the hellfire. As it dissipated, the ugly truth of their suffering was visible. Their purple skin covered in large blotches of black rot. Their facial features and thin form show they have been starving themselves. Surviving on insects and what small animals they could catch in their web traps.

Their eyes void of all color and life. Black as the void and spreading outward. Their hair has grown out some. Wearing a black tank top and black jeans covered in dirt. No shoes. Purple lips cracked and peeling.

An excruciating scream that echoed against the walls of the chapel. Full of pain and suffering. They struggled in the chains. Bruised and blotched hands pulled at the chain around their neck. An angry war cry. Void eyes setting their gaze at the Papà. Full of rage "YOU! You brought me right to you!"

A sinister grin grew on the purple. Their appearance straight from nightmare. "Now I can..- "

A grow and a choked groan came from their throat. Purple hands pulling away from the chains on their neck and stretching out wide. Heavy panting and a subtle change in their gaze. Still void eyes but now appearing almost sad. Shifting their empty gaze between the three men. "....Stop me!...Please! Do whatever it takes! Don't let her escape!.."

Lavender shook her head, as if trying to shake loose the control of the dark presence inside them. They looked up and saw their mother as well as Eris. No. They didn't want her here. She didn't need to see this. She didn't need to be here to witness their death. "..Momma.....leave...I don't wa--"

Another painful cry as the purple ghoul started to thrash in their chains. Their tail failing around like a violent whip. Lavender was fighting for control. They only needed to be strong for just a little longer.

~Voxir~

The necromancer listened to the pleas of the purple ghoul. It was clear they were doing everything they could to maintain control. It truly amazing him the resilience and strength of Lavender. He began reading from his book. The pages beginning to glow a magenta hue as well as his eyes.

Now the void eyes were focused on him. Hissing and growling. The purple ghoul placed themselves in a crouching position, ready to launch themselves at the necromacer.

As his back hit the tree, Johnny hooked his fingertips into Voxir’s waistband to keep him close, his other hand on the back of his neck.

“Mmnf fuck~” he groaned as he eagerly kissed back, deepening it quickly as his tongue begged to dance along side his. With each lock of their lips the gaurd could feel himself grow harder, his breath coming in long trembling draws.

It didn’t take to to terribly long for Grim to find the pair, a low growl emanating from his chest as he stepped from the veil. As Voxir kept Johnny against the tree, the reaper slid himself into place, pressing himself against the necromancers rear as his head ducked down and he pulled his hair to the side to place a few subtle pecks behind his ear. His hand of course slid across his ass, squeezing lightly as he made sure to grind against him slowly. His other hand moved towards Johnny, gracing his cool skin as he slipped under his shirt to slide over the scarred flesh that lay beneath.

“Mm i suppose it would be a waste of a great ass wouldn’t it?”

The hand shifting to his dick reignited that fire that was lit earlier with the vibrator, his head leaned back on his shoulder. Each swirl of his thumb across that lovely pink tip of his pushed a short panting breath from his lungs. His hips rocked in time, fucking himself on the member buried inside him and the hand that held his cock.

“Hah fuck… please let me finish this time sir.” Switching his hand position from his hips to his neck, he could feel the bulld return. “Let me break in your hand… just for you…”

“Oh shut up…” he shook his head as he pulled his towel off so he could move easier. “If I hated you I would have already told you to get out, you know me well enough to know that.”

“Yeah I’m fucking… horrified. My best friend is the same guy who apperently was used to scare me out of misbehaving. And… has also apperently murdered hundreds of thousands of fellow ghouls while being chained up like some animal.” He moved slow so he didn’t whack him at all but slipped behind his body, and snaked his arms around his torso. “And… ran a crime ring with his family out of survival which is something I will never understand but I can get because no one should have to watch their family die like that.”

His hands were still shaking but he grabbed his own forearms to try and steady that as he pulled Swiss tight against him. He rested his head against his back, squeezing him as his whole skinny form seemed to wrap around his body.

“I’m sorry for reacting so visibly, I promise I don’t hate you… I don’t think I ever can hate you after the things we have done. But I am going to need you to make sure you brush your teeth after that cause… i’m good thanks.” He scoffed lightly, but those tears finally broke loose as he could hide the fear and horror on his face. Shifting his hands so that one rested up by his shoulder and the other along his stomach, he let the silent terrified tears roll down his cheeks. He didn’t know how this was going to change things between them but he didn’t want him to feel alone, and by satans will he wasn’t going to just abandon him.

No matter how much the imagery of him tearing into someones body with his teeth would now linger in the back of his mind…

Sitting up, the older man reached out and waved his hand, opening the door from his desk. His office was shrouded in darkness aside from the light that poured in from the hallway and from the window that illuminated him from behind. It was clear he was having a day, but he wasn’t going to talk about it.

“Sit.” He gestured to one of the chairs infront of him. “We have to go over the trials before we start them.”

Raising his head slowly, he watched her movements, shutting the door behind her quickly so that no one else would follow with.

There it was. That shocked anger and grief from being left behind. From your whole world being ripped from your hands and you are left wondering why you were still standing there. The questions that would go unanswered because no one would have a good enough reason for why you were left behind. You just were and that was it. Johnny wouldn’t have an answer, Garth wouldn’t, Grim wouldn’t.

Johnny twitched slightly, deep seated jealousy flaring up in his stomach like rising venomous bile at the fact that Jae can even have a normal reaction. God he hated the creature he had become. But despite that, he turned and carefully wrapped his arms around him, keeping him pulled to his chest. The… empty hollow chest were no heart beat more than once every 20 seconds and his breathing was so shallow it was hardly there.

“He didn’t lie, he just didn’t know.” There wasn’t much in the way of comforting words he had to offer as he still asked himself those questions when he looked at Simons tag around his neck. “I’m sorry… i’m so sorry.”

Every sob and tear that left the younger man reminded him of the nights he spent alone, wondering what the point was after losing everything. There were nights he spent with his face buried in a pillow to mask the sound of his pain from anyone who might be close enough to hear. And even then when he was out on tour with Sec, and living the high life along side the rockstar, every shot he took, every cigarette that filled his lungs with smoke, and every night with a stranger, he hoped would be one step closer to his undoing. Kill off his liver, burn out his lungs, maybe someone would off him because he accidentally picked up their girl. But no. He was still there. Every morning.

Even after years later, when he let his mind settle and he made peace with the fact that he was left behind, there was a voice in the back of his head that called him to the void. He was probably one of the few of Secs staff who routinely was Psych evaled and let the papa into his mind to clear out cobwebs. Now in death he longs for eternal rest but his deal says otherwise.

“I know I’m not who you want, but I got you…”

“Blood wine yes, i can get different flavors. But the straight heavy copper of viscous concentraited blood? It is an uncomfortable taste and sensation I don’t think I will get used to.” There was a slight shrug.

As Ronan giggled at his fangs he felt himself shrink internally quite rapidly. Others liked his fangs, no one ever called them cute.

“Eh heh thank you.” Rubbing the back of his neck he looked down as his face flushed with embaressment. “They only needed to be big enough to draw ample blood flow and sit comfortably without affecting my speech or anything.”

“Oh someones shy~” his hand slipped around to the back of his neck. “Thats alright we can be shy this morning if you are going to be shy.”

This was fun. He already had Voxir blushing like crazy and he was feeling good himself. Though he was still in need of a shower, possibly both of them since the bath was cut short by someone falling asleep. But for now he was content cuddling and listening to music.