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*is lowkey taking requests again*

Devil in a suit.

   Pleasantly surprised by the corrupted transcendence’ embrace, the little angel    giggled - nuzzling into the much taller beings chest similar to that which a Kaloong    would do, purring all the same && portraying her usual carefree nature despite being    so very intimate with one whom her people ‘affectionately‘ know as DEATH HIMSELF.

   Behind his back her fingers intertwined with one another; sparkling wings curling    around the both of them the best they could despite their lackluster size - an action    that portrays love and adoration among many Anima-variented species adorning wings    that the girl particularly loved to use and abuse. It’s because she loves everyone, and   more than that - she loves to love, showing said feelings with all she comes across   coupled with optimism and positivity. More ANGEL than REAPER, but still all the same.

   One unfamiliar with the Idol’s dark secrets would not assume the truth; the reality being    her gloved hands stained deep with the blood of many monsters both intelligent and not.

   “ I doh’t carh, asf long asf I get to spend time wif you! ” Muffled words spoken into his    robes, a moment or two taken before she turns her head to the side as to allow voice    it’s clarity, yet reluctant to break contact just yet. It’s been awhile since she’s had hugs…    “ But.. um… Magnus taught Velderoth how to read. Can.. you teach me too? ”

   The request was given with glossy doe-eyes locked with that of the life prince’s, eyelashes    casually fluttering before gentle laughter once again took hold. A very silly girl, really - one    who’s kept such a personality despite the odds and constant torment, a miracle just as described…

   Or so it would seem.

   Whilst these moments here and now are genuine, the majority.. are nothing more than a    smiling mask.

 “ I have a human friend - maybe even best friend, and she really wants me to learn      to read! ..And count. But… baby steps, and if I learn to read she’ll be SOOO proud      of me! I’ll be proud of me too! ” ..As well as Velderoth, but he’s best left unmentioned.

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‷….You wish to learn how to read?...‷

   He casually ran his hand through her pink locks.Petting his neice,a terrible habit he has from the two demon spawns he holds. But they are in Magnus’s company.      Letting go of the Idol he sighed.Still keeping his smile up.It didn’t falter at the mention of a friend. No,why wouldn’t he be happy of her friend.So long as it isn’t a novan.      He does think however.Does he have any books available?Especially for her novice level?..A shake of his head.From the attack back then as well as the current state of war he would think he had none to offer.

‷…..I’m sorry Tear,I don’t have any books here...But if you gather some from the Mapleworld,I’ll be sure to teach you.‷

Young(?) Kcalb from The Gray Garden

the ultimate cinammon roll :’) my wife :v

    This was probably stupid, && therefore no different from any previous       escapade; so it required no second thought. The Idol promised with fullest       intention for word to be kept, swore to visit her uncle, assured she’d take a       pupil-esk role, to learn his life && ways, to better understand his hardships       && further the high-floran mud-blood towards a final alignment decision.

       SHE IS NO KAISER. She is not sworn to war. She has the right to her own        path in life && a reason to pursue fantasy.  DAY DREAMER they call her,        an angel with her head in the clouds above. They who claim this are not        necessarily wrong, but when the time for concentration && a serious        mood is required, the heighty pinkette is more than capable of delivering.

      “ Hey, um, is this a bad time uncle? ” The outcast questioned, standing at the        far end of an Aboris’ castle corridor, surrounded by the faintest feeling of watchful        spirits && vengeful emotions, distant rubble && inclinations of regretful damnation.        These lands were stained with crimson && memories, depressing… even for she        whom holds no yet emotional ties to these dusted floors or destroyed artifacts,        yet due to her sensitivity towards the spirit world as thanks to Eskalade there is        no avoidance.

       Her words were not audible until after his fluctuating form, such a show causing a        visible cringe when it did partake, the dragoness still all-too fearful of such a truly..         nightmarish visage. But would one expect any less from that known as Black Mage’s        practical other? His doppelganger? His GREATER? And yet a meek, pink-clad        child of innocence… was the one unknowingly causing him this pain. Unlike the Black        Mage, Darmoor held the closest thing he ever could to an heir - a girl whoms mother he        killed, whom guardian he robbed of time-altering powers, leaving behind this mess        of emotions they insultingly named ‘Tear’, the true heir to time sanctums crystal throne.

       “ Are you okay? I… I can go… I just wanted to come and see you… and talk to you a           tiny bit… but you seem really off and.. i-i’m sorry… is it my fault? I didn’t…. ”

      And queue the girl shifting weight around, downcast hues and all. Do you have any       idea how complicated it was to sneak here? To avoid both the watchful eyes of       scouts and spectres alike, to become one with the shadows and travel swiftly       towards a town once known as the Novan capital. This wasn’t her first rodeo…       but she really doesn’t want this trip to be a waste.

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‷…..‷

    Halting in his steps.Who goes there?... Feeling the familiar presence near he turned to meet with the pink haired novan.A half breed,his only kin,his dearest niece.Tear....      The high floran gazed upon her worried expression.Meeting it with his own soft gaze. A hand would raise to be placed upon her head. Ruffling her hair as to not worry her further.     Dispite his visage his was painfully aware of the stolen power.Wrestling inside him as it fought to escape.He dulled it,but with his blood relative.The one heir to the power he took.It stirred the source and with that he grimaced,wincing a moment.Halting in a mere second as he tried to gain composure once more.

‷….Shh.. Child,I didn’t mean to worry you.I am  alright Okay?... So please....Smile..‷ 

      His wings  would flinch as they folded behind him. The transcendent  gave other tired sigh,he refuses to show her his pain.It’s not as if she help him in his state anyways.So he wants her to be blissfully unaware of his condition.He also doesn’t want her to go,no.He had much to teach and much to learn.He wanted to be close to the only family he has left in this blood stained planet. 

“I.. I um… I m-mean… nooo… n-nooo nah, no way, hahaha, no way… i’m pure, gonna… gonna stay pure till marriage. You know… like how the priestesses… do… a-and.. stuff… hahha… I was just um… b-being.. overly-dramatic! N-Not like I… um.. gonna stop talking now….. anyways, back on the subject of dying? That’s a good subject to talk about!”

    Whoa… she’s never heard her voice go that deep. Hell, she didn’t even KNOW it could! Kind of scary… or, well, more like SUPER scary. Maybe she should just… back up a tiny bit. Yeah, that sounds like a good plan. 

“No, but, getting to the castle would be kind of hard…? I mean… maybe we could go through the woods, but once in Heliseum were susceptible to the guards and scouts completely crawling over every inch of the damn area! Night is safe to travel by… kind of… but… even then, there’s still some of the stronger - more cunning scouts taking posts at keypoints surrounding the outskirts of the Reclamation H-Q.  Do we even have time to wait for nightfall…? And being spotted by Magnus’s spectres would be bad too… and they’re EVERYWHERE! Like, take one step into Heliseum, and BOOM! Twenty-million-gazillion spectres! Hounds, miners, magicians, you name it! We need a plan!”     And a plan she– … didn’t have. Cautious fingers would twirl at his lilac hair, tugging on the entwined bangs wrapped around two fingers. It was pretty soft… not as soft as hers of course, but still admirable in its own regard. Kind of smelled good too… and— STOP SMELLING YOUR UNCLE’S HAIR.

    And don’t chew on it either.

“Even if we CAN get to Aboris, are you sure we can find a fix? Magic like this seems really strong… I kind of have my doubts… but then again, I guess i’m just being negative. I find it hard to look on the brightside here, though. Sorry Uncle…”

    Poor, precious little pessimist.

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‷We will talk about that later. Because I want to hear about that in detail Tear.‷

            He was not going to let that go for her.No matter if she changed the conversation to distract him.He will not forgot.Merely he let the topic rest...for now.Atleast till they are back into their own bodies.Frankly this seemed a more dire situation then hearing her niece say she was close to losing her virginity to a nova no less.That it’s self would make him march out to find the male responsible.But no... You live another day boy.But Death is not far from your side.Literally.                 He sighed.Indeed the scouts were troublesome.Frankly he was all for killing them on the spot.But doing so would invite more trouble. Especially when they are in each other’s bodies at the  moment.It did not help that Tear came all the way over here.Bringing news of ‘Darmoor’s’ arrival surely the guards are on high alert....Hm...He sat to ponder their problems. Then he placed a hand on her shoulder.Or should he say his?..

‷Dusk is best. Around that time the guards would of given up on searching for you.Passing off as some prank of the sorts..Near that time the scouts would start to switch shifts with the night ones.While they are distracted,&& night approaching to better conceal our presence we will make way to Helisum.It doesn’t matter of the specters.They will not harm us.This is me you are talking about.They know not to come near me of all people,and i instructed for no harm to come your way.Even if they do we can take care of them.‷

              Despite him not being in his own body.He didn’t need his powers to do damage.Her body may be weak physically compared to his but it was still strong nonetheless.He tucked a long strand of pink hair behind his ear.His eyes wandered to the glowing bracelet around his wrist.Right there was another person amongst them.&& they have been awfully quiet about this.Usually they were more vocal.Atleast that is what his niece would tell him.

‷Eskalade what are your thoughts on the plan?‷

“This is terrible… this is absolutely totally and completely horribly terrible! What if… oh no… what if HE finds out? I don’t know how to use your power, and–”

      She quieted her tone, allowing it to fade out as she glanced around. No… Magnus has spies in Maple World, so perhaps he has them here as well. This IS the home of two of his biggest threats, after all… wouldnt be surprising if its bugged.

     Wiping at her oily tears, she’d sniffle - letting her head hang in shame as she sat on her knees afront her stolen body. Was this the preferred effect from the twins…? An act of sabotage? Or was this just a potion gone wrong? Treglow IS their supplier, so….

     Oh, oh no. What if Magnus WAS behind this all along? They’re dead… they’re dead they’re dead they’re SO FREAKING DE—

“We need to undo this.. like… now. Before something terrible happens… hell, before the soldiers find me! I know they probably alerted their superiors and they are REALLY good at tracking people down. ESPESCIALLY Tiron– .. oh… oh no, Tiron. No… no no noooooo!!! I swear to the Gods uncle, when I get my hands on those twins of yours i’m going to beat them up good!!!! ..Or… maybe not… they scare me too… oh well. I guess we need just accept death.”

“Such an un-fulfilling life i’ve lead. I had so many dreams… annnnd now i’m doomed. Doomed to die without becoming a knight. Doomed to pass without getting married. Doomed to move on without losing my virginity and becoming a real woman…. i’ll die a child. A noble death, indeed. I was SO close to accomplishing that last one, too!”

     YOU DON’T SAY THAT TO YOUR UNCLE, TEAR.

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‷….Tear calm down.. We are not going to die okay?We are going to the castle and get this fix.‷

   Giving reassurance he paused listening to her rants about things she still has yet to fufill.What really struck a chord was her last sentence.His wings twitched. And he coldly stared back at his niece.

‷….Oh?...Were you n̾ͬ̀ͥͅo̠w͕͍͇͈͖̒?̻̻̫͚̣̭̭́͠ ͧͥ̅̂̉ ...‷

     “uuuuUUUUUUuunnnnncCCCCLLLEEEE!!!!!!!!”

Screaming with a tone of pure terror, the child was crying her entire way back to where her body was last - the hideout. She would of been here sooner… if she wasn’t CHASED by multiple guards throwing knives and readying their swords, just lusting for the chance to sink metal deep into their enemies skin. Luckily, however, it was just a few scouts…. idiot scouts whom refused to listen to her pleas, but scouts none the less - not entirely built for fighting and not capable of holding a long chase.

Her (?) arms were stretched out as she came from seemingly nowhere, ghostly body appearing from the shadows of the nearby woods and out-reached hands gripping onto the others shoulders, effectively bringing him (?) down with her (?).

     “Uncle, uncle! What happened? Why am I you…                    why are you me? I’m scared… we can fix this, right? R-right?”

Incoherent sobs into her uncles chest, arms embracing them and squeezing their foreign body tight. She’s probably never made such contact with him before, and while it might be bittersweet, the timing and pure situation kind of ruins it ENTIRELY.

     “S-Some people tried to hurt me a-and they chased me for a long t-time and I was in the dark and i-it was cold and my h-head hurt and I-I-I…. w-waaaah…….”

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‷….Tear?..‷

     He?Found himself on the floor.Being hugged by what seems to be him.It seems the two became one another.Gods.How on earth did that happen?...He gently raised his hands to hug her? back in a vain attempt to comfort his niece.But it seems that simple motion caused the relic to light up.Changing into their Angelic Buster form. Which by far made him ten times more uncomfortable with the clothes and the notable differences in his physique.

      Tear this would be better if you didn’t shove your face in his chest.All while squeezing and crying. A sigh.Shoving his panic aside he tried to remain calm.

‷….Please.Don’t cry Tear... I’m glad you got her safe..I’m sure there is a way to undo this okay?‷