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Distant Hearts (Degusaurusrex x AndrewS)

AndrewS

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PART ONE: Dissonant Hearts (Degusaurusrex x AndrewS)

Cresthaven was a city built on the integration of stolen magic. It was a place that should have been brimming with hope, but, instead, the shining beacon that could have been had become a never was, soiled with fear and distrust. At least, that's what they told me when I got here.

They said that it was going to take more than a few years of peace to repair the damage, though humans and Dissonants alike, a strange name given here to supernatural beings like vampires and whatnot, seemed to be trying well enough. I much prefer demihuman, but maybe I'm just used to that. They were doing their best, at least, as much as they could, considering everything that had happened. Fear worked both ways in the country that the DSTF had ruled, making it difficult for humans to trust potential monsters, and for those monsters to trust the very ones who had hunted and oppressed them.

Step one was stabilization.

Cresthaven was but one part of a much larger picture. Segregated by Maximilian and the DSTF, the country of Astoria had cut itself off from the broader world, both in terms of export and import. News rarely came in from outside, nor did it travel in reverse. As far as I was concerned, Astoria may as well have been on a whole different planet entirely. Where other countries had their own ways of handling the growing discomfort between their people and the supernatural beings that the world had become aware of, few had the same challenges as Astoria had. The mages and the demons, volatile forces of destruction and war, left a bloodstained history long before the usurper demon Malakai had found his host, and it was through their seizure and manipulation of magic that Cresthaven advanced so much faster than the rest. It also made it easier to disconnect them. Few on the outside knew the real truth of what was happening within Astoria's borders until the facade had cracked. No DSTF meant no government. It was only inevitable that somebody came to claim what no longer had protection, especially a place still so ripe with arcane potential and advanced technology.

It was a gold mine waiting to be tapped, and it was a gold mine without it's guard.

Within a few weeks, talks had already begun. At least three different outside countries had shown a desire to capitalize on the void left behind, us included, but they soon realized that it would be in the best interest of peace if they worked together. In a surprising display of unity, they formed a council to help oversee Astoria. Perhaps it was an olive branch, extended to those in need, or maybe, a larger plot with a longer term goal, but the combined resources of the outside powers did much to bring things back into line. They worked with the council that had been sat up in the capital city, but also, they reached to the smaller communities as well, offering a warmer, much kinder helping hand than their predecessors before them. Eventually, a leader will be elected, and things would go on as normal, but who was really in control of it all?

The "United Council", apparently. Our UNC.

If step one was stabilization, step two would need to be re-education.

The integration of supernatural life into the curriculum at colleges and schools had been one of the first, major sweeping changes made. This would be offered in three different varieties, with classes aimed towards humans, Dissonants, and experimental mixed classrooms as they continued to blur the line between what it meant to be a citizen of Astoria. Knowledge would bring safety, and understanding, tearing away as many of the stereotypes and fears that came with the idea of coexisting with a different form of being. Equality for all. That's what the UNC called it, at least, but the jury is still out on that.

And as for me?

I'm learning as I go. As an outsider, I know only what I've been taught and told. I keep to myself, people bother me. I'm only here because dad forced me to be. It's difficult, you know, being the son of a politician, and a powerful one at that. I'm glad you were able to get away from all of it. If father had his way, he'd be the first king, or president, or whatever they want to call the leader of this place in the future. I guess that would make me pretty important too. Meetings, ceremonies, social gatherings...I'd rather stick my head in a blender.

As the people of Astoria adjust to this wider world, they will realize, eventually, that things are much better in your own little bubble. The sad truth is that they weren't given a choice, but nobody wants to talk about that. From one dictator to the next, being told how to live and who to live it with. When history repeats, I will, unfortunately, be stuck in the middle of it. I'm not looking forward to that.

But, today marks the two year anniversary of the battle that nearly destroyed the city, and they're making a really big deal about it. Supposedly, one of the people involved in that has been speaking at the new university and they're holding a big event there this afternoon. It's that blonde, witchy-type girl. Amanda? Amalie? Something like that. Every time I've ever seen her, she just looks impossibly sad. I guess being a 'hero' isn't all that it's cracked up to be. I'm being forced to go, but at least I'll get to check out the museum afterwards. Lyra said she'd take me, and you know how she gets when she sets her mind to something.

Highly guarded, full of powerful, magical objects. A time capsule into the history, both mage and demonic, of what came before us in an entirely different culture. Maybe, if I'm lucky, I'll even get to see that special sword they say is being kept there. At least that would make it worth it.

Supposedly, it used to house a demon inside of the blade. There's still a lot we don't know about them, we didn't have them where I came from, just the usual demihumans. I imagine they're very terrifying, but there's been hardly any sightings of them over the last two years. Maybe they up and left, I wouldn't blame them. Doesn't seem like humans OR demihumans like them all that much, and I'd assume the feeling is mutual.

I hope when you hear this, you'll be all caught up on what has happened since you've been gone. Maybe I'll make more of these. Our own, personal little diary. I wish I'd started sooner.

Anyways, I love you, Mom...and I miss you, so much.

Bye for now.



With a click, a retro style camcorder's side door popped open, revealing the tape inside. Careful fingers removed it from the antique device, storing it safely on a shelf above a messy desk in the corner of a plain, uninspired bedroom. Just one, for now, but room for plenty more.

Placing the camcorder down beside a weathered picture frame, he slung his backpack over his shoulder and tightened the strap. His driver would be here soon, and his father would be angry if he was late for the festivities. With a heavy sigh, he took a longing look at the photo inside; a family portrait of four, two adults and two children, equally divided between male and female. The edges of the photo were frayed and torn, it had clearly seen better days, but it was an original and not a copy or reprint. He never cared much for the new, magic-laced cameras. It was dated eight years prior, six before he moved, but the heartache it brought seemed to linger even longer.

He just wanted her to have something to come back to. Something tangible and real. A way to know that he never forgot, not once. Family was family, after all, together or not. Whether that separation was caused by sea, or tragedy, you never really forget the people you love. They're carried with you, like a bow on a gravestone, or a feather from a fallen friend.

Distant, but still there.

Yeah. Still there.




"I can't believe she wasn't there."

A soft voice whined at the realization that Adelaide Lancaster had cancelled on her appearance at the university. "And her replacement didn't even want to be here!" Expressing a sigh, the brunette girl's eyes, which had been directed downward, lifted back up to face her companions. "...I thought I'd finally get a chance to meet her..." Lyra huffed beneath her breath, arms crossed at her chest.

"Me too." Came another voice, the third of a group that included Lyra and her younger brother. "She's mega hot...in like a sad, emo chick kind of way."

"Gross. You're such a guy, Ryan." Lyra chastised, her eyes rolling to the back of her skull. "She's a hero, that's what she is. Do you have any idea how fucked we all could have been if she wasn't around? Back me up, Noah."

Noah shrugged his shoulders, nonchalantly, expressing straight forward disinterest in the conversation he was hearing. "Sure, whatever."

"It's weird for someone from the outside to be hero worshipping her, you know." Ryan shot back, snidely. "What would your daddy think?"

"Our daddy would be happy to know that I'm invested in this country's history. You know, the country he's trying to save. Your country."

The bickering continued as background noise as Noah peered forwards, past them both, towards a door lined with a pair of long, red dividers. They formed a barricade across the entrance, preventing anybody from getting inside while under the watchful eye of the few attendants stationed around the lobby, shepherding visitors towards the exits.

"...and she also rescued hundreds of people. How many people have you saved, dumbass?"

The argument droned on, but Noah was far more interested in the showroom that was supposed to be available for attendees of the university's conference. Some big exhibition of special, magical objects, meant to help inform the public as the UNC attempted to expediate the healing process of demihumans and normal humans alike. After Adelaide had cancelled, it seemed like the entire thing was a no-go. Maybe it was deemed a risk, like they thought the big, legendary Lancaster would deter people away from trying anything.

And it was the only reason that Noah even wanted to be here, besides the fact that their father expected him. The father who didn't even show up himself, of course. He never did.

"Whatever." Ryan, clearly annoyed with Lyra's enthusiastic banter, searched for a reason to excuse himself. "See you tomorrow, weirdo."

"Asshole." She mumbled, beneath her breath, as he walked off. With him out of the picture, her focus fell back to her brother. She grabbed at his arm, catching his attention. "Are you okay? You seem mad."

"I'm great." Noah responded, tugging his limb free. "Wonderful, actually. Never been better."

Her eyes rolled as he, like always, withdrew from any kind of intimacy between the pair. "If you say so. I'm heading back home. You coming?"

"Nah. I'm going to stay for a bit, do some studying."

"Now I know something is wrong. You haven't studied a day in your life."

"And still managed a higher G.P.A."

"Rude." Lyra groaned, though, mostly she was just happy that Noah was still talking to her, and showing anything more than his usual disinterest. She was worried about him, he seemed to be more detached every time she saw him. "Promise me you'll get home before it's dark? And that you'll actually eat dinner tonight?" When he didn't reply right away, she furled her brow, knitting it together in frustration. "Noah..."

"I'll eat. And I'll be safe. I'm fine, Ly, I promise."

She knew when not to push his buttons, so she took him at his word, even if part of her heart believed otherwise. She gave him a quick, one-sided hug, then disappeared behind him, assimilating into the rest of the people leaving the conference hall.



It took about an hour for everything to settle down. There were some other celebrations and memorials planned for the evening, including a firework show to coincide to with Cresthaven's New Year's Eve festivities, so the entire university had already drained itself of anybody and everybody save for one. Noah waited in one of the student lounges, biding his time. He had to see what was inside. It was like a weird feeling in his chest that stopped him from leaving. An aching, and a pull, yearning him towards something inside of the showroom. With his curiosity piqued, he laid low until he was sure everybody had left, then tucked himself under the divider and into the show room.

It looked like the start of a museum exhibition. He counted at least a dozen glass containers adorning pedestals, each locked and containing an object inside. Plaques rested below them, engraved with the name of the contained item, as well as some notes about what it could do. The glass itself appeared to be etched with some sort of markings, he presumed it had something to do with seals to contain whatever magic the items might have had, but what laid out before him was like a buffet of objects humans would have never had the chance to see just two years prior. Noah made sure to keep the lights down, just in case he missed somebody, and began to look around.

He sifted past the first couple of displays, trying to find what had drawn his attention. He stopped, however, when he found a horizontal display piece that contained what appeared to be a sword. He had heard the rumors, and it was one of the things he had wanted to see. The fabled Reaper's sword, the one he had used to slay human and demon alike...which wasn't what he was seeing. This was different, and not at all what he was looking for. It didn't seem like something a demon would use; it looked like somebody put a dagger through a vice grip and stretched it out. It was too small, it's blade lacking the supposed purple shine of the Reaper's weapon. It had nothing special about it, save for a blood-red stain that could have very well been paint on the blade for all he knew. It didn't feel magical, at all, and it was the only plaque that lacked any proper detail on what it was aside from a name; Redbrand.

Noah looked over his shoulder, feeling that tug in his chest again. It was pulling him away from the dagger and towards a different case, further back. He walked, slowly, following that intuition. This was definitely it.

While other displays showed weapons, and objects that at least looked magical in nature, this one held nothing but what seemed to be a pocket watch. It's bronze body seemed to be scratched, and it's cover was closed, making it hard for Noah to even tell it was a pocket watch to begin with. It's chain was wrapped around it, like a spiral blanket, and the thrum he felt was certainly coming from it's direction. It syncopated evenly, like a heart beat, or a clock.

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

It's thrall thickened, and Noah felt his hand raising. He couldn't tell if it was by his own design, or willed by another. His fingers caressed the glass, searching for some sort of way to separate it. He had been so careful before, but now, it was like he didn't even care if he sat off an alarm or got caught. He prodded at a latch near the back of the case as the beat got louder and more intense, pounding as if his head was about to burst. Sound blurred into white noise, pierced only by a foreign voice calling out to him in a cadence that was not at all human.

"Hands off. That doesn't belong to you, human."

Golden eyes broke the darkness, belonging to a shadowed figure that had joined him in the showroom. He hadn't heard anybody come in, distracted by the weird hyper fixation that the pocket watch had caused him. Even now, as he looked upon this figure with dread, his heart beat raced yet seemed to try and match the call of the peculiar device. The being stepped forward, revealing what Noah had speculated but didn't want to be true; it was a demon, horns and all.

"S-sure." He stammered, attempting to back away. "A-all yours. Go ahead."

The demon strode towards him at a speed that Noah could barely process and understand, standing between him and the case in record time. "What did you do to it?"

"I didn't do anything..."

"Why can't I hear it anymore? What did you do?"

Noah began to raise his hand, taking a couple of steps backwards. "I-I didn't touch it. I swear. I don't even know what it is!" He could still feel it's beat, but he wasn't stupid enough to say that out loud.

The demon's head snapped back towards Noah, snarling, causing him to back up further, defensively, until he stumbled and bumped against a different container. The air thickened as the being leaned forward, his fingers curling into a fist which, though concealed partially by the darkness of the room, boasted several, razor sharp claws that it seemed willing to use without concern to get what it wanted.

"Put it back." The demon pause suddenly, his head twitching unnaturally before continuing to speak, uttering a threat that echoed back at Noah from all direction.

"Put it back, or I'll rip out your fucking throat."
 
All these foreigners did was complain. At least there had been silence when she'd still been buried in some unknown place of isolation. Years of silence and threatened sanity was quickly becoming preferable to the unending stream of complaints from the various foreigners she'd had to hear through the different transports. It was bad enough that one of them had dropped her and laughed about it before placing her into a box along with other artifacts and taping the top shut. That had been... Come to think of it, she wasn't sure how long it had been since she'd listened to the grating laughter of the clumsy human. With no certain way to tell day or night without exhausting her reservoir of strength, she was left to play the guessing game as boxes were hauled and jostled around, from one giant flying machine to the next. Humans and their odd modes of transportation had clearly evolved during her imprisonment. That, and they were always talking to people that weren't there, seemingly having one sided conversations full of laughter and clicking noises she couldn't recognize. Perhaps one day she would be free to understand the nature of these "Just text me later." comments spoken to the void.

The complaining was enough of an annoyance, but the emotions that came with all the humans involved in transporting was overwhelming at times. She'd been forced to dull her senses on more than one occasion when annoyance had spiraled into a rage she could feel in her bones, when the case holding her had been dropped or shoved across surfaces only to slam into walls and bounce back towards the offender. No amount of chastising by another unseen voice had seemed to dull the rage from that particular human, if anything it had sent it skyrocketing so high she feared her prison in real danger. Humans didn't need magic to be damaging; they were a self-mutilating and homicidal species that didn't think twice about murder when pushed into the wrong mindset.

"Of course Adelaide fucking Lancaster would cancel and leave us to clean up the mess."

This voice was one of the angriest she'd encountered during what was presumably weeks of travel and transport. There was so much rage, so much loathing in it whenever it spoke, especially when there was mention of this Lancaster woman.

"Can't even fucking enjoy my New Years Eve because I have to up and handle this stupid thing in her place. I'm going to have to listen to everyone talk about her and ask why she's not here, and what am I supposed to say? Sorry, she's busy with that brat and doesn't feel like playing hero tonight?"

"It's only for a couple of hours, Claudia. It'll be over before you know it, and we can go home and get drunk and watch the fireworks."

"I told them they shouldn't be messing with these kinds of things, you know." The angry voice, apparently owned by someone named Claudia, had raised in volumes and she could feel the vibrations as a hand slammed against a surface beneath her. "Everything happened because of stupid demons and their stupid fucking war, and they want to bring more artifacts that may or may not have demons here to show off like some sort of consolation prize for not being some famous mage? They're just asking for trouble and that's exactly what they're going to fucking attract advertising all this shit."

"Hey, at least this will give you a chance to tell your side of things."

"Like the fact that all these idiots would be dead if I hadn't blown up the drone?" The angry voice had softened slightly, even as she heard Claudia kick something and mutter under her breath. "No one talks about how awesome that was."

"Other than the fact that you gut punched me with your makeshift bazooka... It was pretty awesome. You were great, Claudia."

"I was pretty badass. Alright, let's go, enough of this demon artifact bullshit. It's on them if they start attracting the wrong kind of people, I told them not to so I did my part."

The voices of the two women faded away before a door slammed loudly, leaving her shrouded in darkness as she closed her eyes and tried to lull herself back to the void of slumber. Humans could be so boring, especially when she could only hear what was happening and not see it. Expending the energy required to peer into the human world from her prison was... Exhausting, at best, and tended to leave her recuperating for an indeterminable amount of time without anything to speed up the refueling process. This place that she had been brought was lacking in magic in comparison to where she had once lived, yet the bursts of it flaring to life here and there was so much stronger than the void she'd been buried in for so long. How long had she slept, buried away from both demon and humankind? A year? A decade? A century?

The sting of betrayal still ran deep as she tried to push away the memories of her imprisonment, of the haunted look on their faces as they'd sealed her away and locked her up behind closed doors and spelled boxes. Even as the spells had faded and left her listening to the outside world from her exile, the darkness had never gone away, not even when she'd woken to find that she had been stolen away from her place of exile. Or perhaps lost? One could never know for certain without the knowledge of how she had been moved, but when the voices and sounds of her original exile had changed with the start of a new day of consciousness, she knew that her entire world had been upended.

This haunted her as she drifted off to sleep in the void, remembering the day she had been unearthed from wherever her prison had landed. A cacophony of voices all layered haphazardly, one shouted over another as the feeling of complete and utter awe and excitement bled into the air and prodded at her prison. It would have been more contagious if she'd been there to experience the discovery in the flesh, but instead she was withdrawn into a shell of herself, struggling to peer into the human's world after so long of slumbering. There had been a hole in the darkness here and there as she'd regained consciousness and pulled at her magic, catching sight of dirt covered faces and various languages shouted across the destroyed rubble they seemed to be digging through. The images had fallen away quickly with the quick and almost volatile movements as she was tossed from one person to the next, wiped off and prodded before being carted off for further inspection. The rumble of a vehicle had startled her back into the void as she'd dulled her senses and shut out the world, unable to process the never ending sounds and feels from the outside world.

The void was dark, but the void was safe. The only thing that could harm her now were her thoughts and her dreams.

There were voices coming from outside the void. At first she thought them to merely be a byproduct of her dream or the slipping grasp on reality that came and went, but then they grew louder. The sudden ticking that had been part of the background since coming to reside in this place had simply... Disappeared, had slipped from reality and left an eerie silence in its place filled only by angry and fearful voices. Then something touched her, and the voices pulled her from slumber into the fray.

"Put it back, or I'll rip out your fucking throat."

Well, that fell outside the scale of normal on things she usually overheard from her prison. Something was pressing up against the weapon holding her prisoner, something that drew her to it from the feel alone. She stretched, her tail uncurling and her arms unwinding as she leisurely cracked stiff joints and opened her eyes to peer outside the void. It was faint, at first, what called to her as her vision stretched and shapes began to gradually form. There was the sound of scuffling in the outside world, the sound of something sharp whizzing through the air before she felt the bump into her prison once more and she saw him.

It was like looking into twin pools of jade or emerald, two bright lights in the darkness as the room began to form and take proper visage for her. The fear washing off the human in waves sent fury hurtling through her before she knew what had hit her, her arms outstretched as they pounded on the invisible barrier that kept her contained. Her prison responded in kind, the stretched blade lashing out and bashing into the glass with a loud cracking noise as it splintered its case. The weapon recoiled as quickly as she did inside her prison, clutching her hands to her chest as she felt the pain of extending her power so far into the outside world. She had never been able to do that before, not so violently and instinctually before, but she had never had those fearful eyes calling to her for aid.

The sound of crumbling glass scattered along tabletops reached her ears as she watched through a wavering vision, hands still clutched to her chest as it heaved in anticipation of the human's next move. The hand moving toward her so quickly had her nearly screaming with a mixture of excitement and apprehension, fingers wrapping around what had shrunk to a dagger and pulling it from the broken case.

Yesssss. Use me. Free me.
Her heart thumped loudly in her chest, ringing in her ears as she feared it might burst through her ribs with its drummer's serenade. There was a rush of something that moved through her, a tingling that started in her fingers and worked its way through her entire body as her view to the outside world suddenly expanded and then exploded before something snapped hard inside her chest. It felt like something had slammed straight into her, knocking the air from her lungs as the snap subsided to a warm, comfortable weight and the feel of a cold floor beneath her bare feet.

Floor. Cold. The sudden chill from outside the void had the demoness stumbling as she righted herself, lifting one pale, blue hued hand into sight and then the other. She was outside of the void, standing there with wide eyes watching a demon attack the green-eyed human whose soul sang to her. A hand moved to her chest, pressing above the thin black dress she'd been sealed in and feeling the ache as she took a hesitant step toward the human. He was holding her weapon, her prison, wielding it in front of him as if it would offer a defense against the feral looking demon stalking towards him. Then the cold beneath her feet seemed to disappear as her vision swam, her knees buckling as she felt the pull of her prison tugging her back toward the void.

"No." She had barely voiced the word laced with agony when she was violently pulled back to the void, her chest aching as the distance between her and her green-eyed human became unbearable. Her breaths came in shaky gulps desperate for air that never seemed to be enough, her fingers sinking into the darkness as it flickered and dropped her straight into a table with a clatter of glass and metal plaques pushed around. The noise around her echoed in an eerie sort of way, like she was watching through a window blocking some of the sound out before she was abruptly plucked back up and into the void to the sounds of shouting and shoes squeaking across tiled floor.

"Mine." Everything spun and pulsed in a maelstrom of sounds and colors, her limbs aching as she found herself deposited into a wall this time where she grasped for a hold on something, anything in the physical world to keep her close to the human who called to her without words. There was the smell of blood faint in the air, but her vision still spun so violently she couldn't see if it were from the demon or her human, could only smell the hint of copper in the air as she stumbled again and tried to center herself in the physical plane.
 
The commotion, and the collateral damage, was secondary in Noah's mind as he stumbled backwards from the angered demon. Something was very off about him, something beyond the the whole 'being an angry, murder demon' thing, like he was dealing with some sort of psychosis. If anything, it only made this being more dangerous and unable to be reasoned with. He seemed wholly convinced that Noah had 'taken' something from the pocket watch, and as he walked closer, Noah recoiled further, not caring about the displays he was knocking into or the mess he was causing.

They'd have much worse than a toppled display to clean up if he couldn't find his way out of here, fast.

The demon shifted, unnaturally, like he was experiencing a twitch. His eyes were deadlocked on Noah even as his head and body shook in an unnerving manner. The demon was like a damn junkie, tweaking out. His movements, irregular as they were, didn't seem to bare the typical speed he had learned demons to possess, which made it possible for him to react in time to avoid the monster's first lunge. Noah didn't so much dodge the attack as he did fall out of it's way, hitting the tiled floor, taking away some of his own breath from the impact. Better a bruise than a puncture wound, at least. As he rolled over onto his back, the demon pulled it's sharp claws out of the pedestal behind him, severing through the metal like it were tissue paper.

Shit.

"Sto-stop! I didn't do anything to you!" He yelled out, trying another attempt at reasoning with the deranged. In his panic, he clambered back against another case, trying to calm the relentless beating of his heart as the demon approached him again. It bared it's talons, it's head shaking again, a telling sign that another attack was about to come. Noah tried a second time to evade, but from the position he was in, he wasn't nearly fast enough to get entirely out of the way.

He shut his eyes, bracing for something more than impact, but he felt nothing but a small patch of warmth against his ribcage. Fearing the adrenaline had kicked in to mask the pain of whatever wound he had caused, he tried to desperately roll over onto his back only to find the demon in some strange state of shock and it's claw, which had moments before made minced meat out of a material far stronger than human flesh, had been cracked down the middle. It cursed in pain while Noah, who now was certain he had a demon claw embedded in his body, tried once more to get to his feet.

It was in his attempt at trying to escape that he noticed one of the casings had punctured and broken open, laying bare a dagger that strangely resembled the sword he had seen on display earlier. Had he not been under such duress, he would have deduced that these were to somehow be the same weapon, especially considering where he was finding it, but all he could think about in that moment was that it was some sort of magic blade that he could maybe use to defend himself. He grabbed it from the shattered glass and picked it up, turning to face the demon, gripping it with both hands in front of him in a way that felt natural but gave him little by way of leverage should he actually use it. He wasn't trained for any of this, after all, he had never gone through anything of the sort. He was running on total instinct and fear, searching for any kind of chance he could find to get himself out of the show room alive.

The dagger began to shake. Noah tightened his grip, trying to calm it down. First, a demon was trying to kill him, and now, the dagger too? The demon began to encroach upon him once more, his claw beginning to form itself back to it's regular shape though doing nothing to quell the anger the injury had caused, but both stopped in their tracks when from the weapon spewed forth a third being, colliding with the floor at a speed and velocity that would have shattered the bones of a human.

Another demon? Who did he piss off?

"Uh...h-hello?"

The new demon was feminine, barely clothed. Her skin was a blue hue he had never seen before, a stark contrast against the dark black of the demon trying to attack her. She was every bit the same in terms of what they actually were, though. But, was she a friend, or foe? Noah was barely given a chance to find out as she disappeared, almost as quickly as she had appeared, vanishing in a blip of blurred red that caused the dagger to shake again. Was she...inside of it?

Noah's reaction time kicked in when the demon lunged towards him, no longer slowed by pain, or distracted by the dagger's passenger. The blade held up against the claws, clashing against them with a noise that grated the ears. The dagger began to react again, but this time, it was different. It wasn't shaking as if it wanted to let something out, it was vibrating as if it was drawing something in. What followed was something Noah couldn't explain; the blade began to elongate, and not at a gentle pace. It rushed forward like a whip, curved along it's razor sharp body, now resembling closer to the shape it had been in when he had first seen it. The red stain remained present, but the entire blade itself seemed to pulse with the color, like there were veins twisting and dancing underneath the metal, fueled somehow and causing the weapon to grow.

Perhaps whip-like was the best way for him to describe it.

He wasn't expecting the sudden change, and he wouldn't have been able to control it even if he did, but it lashed out in a violent manner, spinning around him. It scraped and cut into everything it touched, biting into the walls and the displays, but more importantly, into the flesh of the demon he had been locked into a stalemate with. It ripped at the skin it had impaled, tearing itself back out, causing it's blood to splatter as the blade, like winch repelling a rope, drew itself back in towards it's hilt with a force that cause Noah to rock backwards when it buried into his stomach, eliciting a groan.

Then, she appeared again.

"A-are you okay?" He asked her as she stumbled and staggered. Was she drunk? Could demons even get drunk? "What the fuck is going on?"
 
Was she okay? That was the first thing that beautiful human was going to say to her now that she was unsteadily standing on solid legs? Did she look okay? Her annoyance was overruled by concern as she sought to find the source of the blood, a hand braced against the wall as she looked him over before her eyes flitted to the other demon. Just how many demons were there going to be lurking around this strange human place? She hadn't remembered hearing other demon voices or sensing any others trapped in catalysts, but she had long since lost track of time and reality over the years. In fact, she wasn't even certain just how long she'd been locked away before this sudden, if not mysterious and temperamental, ejection from the void.

"It accepted you." The confusion in her voice was evident as she noted the damage around the room and the very familiar wounds in the other demon. The blade had retracted back to a much smaller, more portable form now resting in the human's hands, but she knew what it could do when it was unleashed. Was this what she had felt snap inside her chest, solidifying something so foreign yet right into place before she'd been unceremoniously dumped into the human plane? This... Human standing before her questioning her health, wielding her blade like only a demon could?

Standing there observing had clearly been a mistake, something she noted too late as the maimed demon launched itself across the room with claws out and an angry howl of something in their native language. She didn't quite catch what he was howling about, his accent thick as he knocked into a table and swung at the two of them viciously. The smell of his blood was so strong now that he was so close, and she stumbled in her attempt to dodge the flying claws, her tail lashing out to grab at the green-eyed human before she ducked and rolled less than gracefully away from the attack.

Keep what is yours safe.

Even her instinctual movements were slow and clunky, her body unused to the freedom of movement after so long imprisoned. Her tail had made contact with her human when she'd ducked and rolled, pinching and pulling at whatever body part of piece of clothing it could reach in its desperate grab. A far cry from her younger days where her movements were graceful and fluid. Trying to draw at her own magic was painful, an ebb and flow that barely reacted to its mistress's command as they hit the floor in a tumble of limbs and pained grunts. There was another source of magic that called to her out of sight, pulsing faintly and erratically as she scrambled around dodging claws and trying to find the core of it all. Table legs screeched as she dove under one with the human, frantically patting at him in an attempt to parse out where that delicious feeling magic was hiding on his person. How did one human possess such a thing, and where was it?

"Where is it? Give me what it is that holds the magic." It must have looked ridiculous, a demon pawing at a human beneath a table before the table was wrenched up and away, breaking their makeshift safety as the darker demon tossed it aside and dove for them again. What was he rambling on about now, something about a watch? She scooted backward on the floor towards the other table, nails scrabbling against the cool tile before she reached out to grab at the human again. Her hand gripped the front of his shirt and pushed hard, feeling the heat of his chest through the shirt as she tried to divert them from the wrath of the incoming creature.

"....You?" The heat was almost agonizing as it seeped into her, coiling and bursting at the seams before she felt it licking at her fingertips and then exploding. It was entirely different than her own magic, fickle and uncontrollable as she tried to form it into anything that could defend them, erect a shield or tear at the seam of reality to move them anywhere other than the path of death coming for them. In the end, all it succeeded in doing was shocking her fingers painfully as it shot upward, pinging off of a ceiling light and fizzling out almost immediately. What the hell had just happened?
 
"It accepted you."

What?

Surely she didn't mean the other, more bloodthirsty demon in the room. If this was her idea of acceptance, he shuddered to think what she thought hatred meant. As for the magic that he supposedly held, he was equally clueless. It would have made all too much sense if she was speaking of the dagger she had apparently been expelled from, but she could have taken that away from him at any moment and there wouldn't have been much he could have done to stop the demon from doing so.

He had been pulled into cover before he could think about it any further. Danger persisted as the angry demon intent on spilling his blood destroyed their make shift cover, all the while muttering and spasming to himself. She pulled him towards her as a strange, warm sensation connected them through her touch. "Wh-what are you doing to me?" He asked her, confused by the reaction, though the warmth felt pleasant and familiar, not unlike the feeling he had experienced moments prior when the demon had stabbed him. She seemed to be reaching some state of power that she hadn't been in before, and for a brief moment, Noah found himself almost hopeful that maybe she was about to help him.

Surely not all of her kind were bad, he had heard the stories. There were demons who aided Adelaide Lancaster in her fight two years ago, after all. Maybe he had gotten lucky and managed to free one who wasn't going to try and kill him when all of this was over...or, he had released one that had absolutely no idea what they were doing, as evident by the way her magic rocketed upwards into the ceiling. It bounced and pinked off of the lighting fixtures, fizzling away like what was essentially a glorified firework, leaving him looking at her, incredulously. Had he been in a better state of mind, maybe he'd have tried to be more respectful, but given the urgency and panic, all he could mutter was a judgmental utterance of "...okay?"

Unimpressed by the light show, the schizophrenic demon leapt at the pair again, claws outstretched with intent to kill. Noah lifted the dagger, reflexively, and it elongated once more, coiling around them like a protective snake that lashed at the attack, deflecting it. He watched as the blade bent and swirled, moving like it had a mind of it's own, willed by some unseen force that was much better at guarding his life than he was by himself. It blocked another swing, then swung outwards like a whip that had been flicked forward. With a snapping noise, it dug into the demon's shoulder and withdrew back towards him, shrinking back to it's diminutive size but doing so after carving a chunk of flesh from it's victim. It remained on the pointed end of the dagger, and Noah felt his stomach churning like he was going to be sick.

"What the fuck?" He shook the dagger quickly as he recoiled, trying to slide it off, letting it plop to the floor uncomfortably in front of him while blood splattered in errant directions. "Can you do something, please?" He urged back to the demon behind him who he had, inadvertently, protected from the blow while she was trying to make sense of her magical misfire. Noah released a low sigh, offering the dagger to her. If her magic was on the fritz, maybe she knew how to use a weapon. The irony of handing a weapon to a demon was not lost on him, but he was as likely to carve his own eyes out with that thing as he was to ever properly scare off their lunatic attacker.

"Do you know how to use this thing?"
 
Her human was an unimpressed with the failed magic attempt as she was. It was pitiful and had done nothing more than disappoint the both of them while they tried to ward off the other demon. It had been so long since she'd used her magic and it was painfully obvious in both the weakness of it and the lack of control that she held over what remained in her exhausted body. Being trapped in that damn prison for so long had sapped nearly all of her strength and much of her sanity, and she'd spent so long inside of it that she feared being out of it was too strange to ever feel normal. None of that was going to matter if they didn't survive their current situation, however, and her brain ran itself in tired circles trying to think of a solution.

Her arms had come up to shield herself instinctually when she saw the weapon raise in the human's hand and then unleash itself again, looping through the air and writhing like a live snake as it tore into their enemy and pulled flesh from him as he howled his pain. When was the last time the weapon had tasted the blood on another? Had it been the day she'd been stuck into the void and lost in the world? Her eyes followed the movements like a predator, watching the curved blade snap back into the shorter form as a dagger only to drop a chunk of demon flesh with a disgusting plop onto the floor. The fact that some of the blood splatter the human had created when shaking it off was landing on her skin was... Unfortunate but the least of their problems, and she startled when he turned to her and held it out in an offering that seemed more like a demand.

He wanted her to use it? She nearly recoiled at the sight of it so close to her, her lips parting in a silent hiss that never reached fruition before she snatched it in one hand and shoved at him with the other. They couldn't fight this battle underneath the tables forever, and despite the fact that holding the dagger made her want to vomit, she forced herself to her feet and ducked around a fallen table with the human in tow. How had all of this noise not attracted anyone else? There had been so many voices in the building earlier when the hostile human had been cursing up a storm, but no one had come running to see what all of the shouting and banging was about yet. She wondered if they were truly left to fend for themselves and if they would survive as such.

The smell of blood was so heavy in the air now that it was freely running down the darker demon's body. The sickly-sweet smell was invading all of her senses as she tried to breathe through her mouth instead of her nose, a shaking hand still wrapped around the dagger as she looked between it and the injured demon with an almost confused expression. How did she wield the weapon after so long of being trapped inside of it? What her human had done almost naturally seemed so foreign to her even as her magic hummed faintly in her fingertips, rising in soft waves until it tapped into the dagger and sent the blade whipping out awkwardly. A curse rolled off her tongue when the blade bit into her fingers and made her fumble it, blade scraping against floor as she got a proper hold on it and wielded it in front of her chest with wild, jerky movements.

"Go back to wherever you crawled out from!" The words were a low hiss as she stood in front of her human, adjusting to the feeling of the heavy weapon awkwardly dangling in front of her until she snapped it forward. "Crawl back into your hole and leave us be!" The look on his face showed he wasn't threatened by her stance with the weapon, and when he lunged forward at the two of them she shrieked, snapped the whiplike blade at him again, and then abruptly ducked out of the way of incoming claws with a series of curses. The scent of blood getting stronger told her she'd managed to hit flesh with the motion, but not enough to do more than piss off the demon who clearly wanted to murder them both.

"Whatever you did before, do it again!" She jerked as the weapon retracted with enough force to make her stumble and shoved it back at the human. "Now!"
 
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