Marcus continued to hold Liss in his arms, feeling her rub her hand around his neck. He looked down at her, smiling. "I can tell that you're different, ya know." Marcus' grip tightened a bit as he tensed up. He could feel something different about Liss and just want to be sure the enchantress hadn't done anything to her. Still holding Liss in a comforting yet aware manner, Marcus said "You gave me quite a scare being taken by that large bird. All I could think about while you were gone is the punishment I was going to bring if you were harmed." Marcus unknowingly moved his head closer to hers until the side of his face was practically brushing up against hers. "I missed you...."

Something was ringing in Lissette's head as the angels warm cheek brushed up against her cold pale skin. It was as if she was hesitating just to keep her arm wrapped around him. As he spoke to her she watched the muscles flex and felt his warmth wrap around her closer and closer making her stomach tie in a knot. Unlike the Alpha, the real Marcus' smell enlightened her vicious senses as she groaned softly. She had no hesitation to fiercely rip the skin from the other man but this one... He seemed like some form of trophy you put in a display. You don't eat it... you just bake it, and feel shameful for even thinking of eating it, but it was so close. He was teasing her... Like... he knew...




Lifting her razor sharp mouth open it hovered along his neck as something fought her harder than any great war ever fought as she squeaked. The words entered her brain I missed you, but her mouth clamped down hard onto him feeling the entire length of her teeth slide into his precious skin. Her grip became tight as she moaned hungrily letting her teeth go to let the blood flow right into her mouth. The warm sensation she felt on the outside rushed through her insides as well before she swallowed.

Marcus jerked a bit as he felt Liss bite into his neck. At first he enjoyed having her bite his neck, until he felt her teeth break through the skin and sink deep into his neck. He could see the red and gold blood pouring from his neck. Liss wanted his angel blood...

Almost instinctively his wings came thrusting from his back as he held his eyes shut hard. He could feel himself tensing up in Liss' arms. His eyes opened, glowing red as his sword which was on the other side of the room burst into flames. Liss had activated Marcus's defensive instincts. Part of him was telling him to destroy the demon while it was in his arms, but a light inside of Marcus kept him from doing such a thing. He began to pry Liss away from his neck as he spoke "h-hey now... d-dont hurt me..." Even if this wasn't the Liss that Marcus had known, he was still too overcome in happiness with her to deny her what she wanted.

Even if it meant his shining golden blood. Marcus would let her have every single last drop.

Looking up at him her demonic red and black eyes locked with his as she made a face full of strain. It looked as if she was trying to say something but her body refused to do anything about it. Her voice didn't seem distorted as she stuttered. "M..Mar.." She looked stricken with pain as her stomach began to clench hard. The sweet taste was rushing through her mind as she leaned back looking at him shaking. She was putting every effort in her body not to bite back down onto him as the blood spilled from his neck. Looking at the feathers she seemed to be struggling coming out of this state. She was consumed by her power that she whimpered softly only for him to hear. Words she didn't like to say.

H͎͑́ͣ͒ͥ̅eͩl̴̳͕̼͉͉̈p̰͇͓̼̭̱̂ ̵͔̜̜̠̯̟̂̃ͪ̏ͣͧm̩̣͔̻ͭ̈́ͨ͗̐ḛ̡̺͖̙̃.ͩͅ.̘̊.̪̱͖̟̈́ͤ

The feathers reminded her of the one she wore as she slowly licked her lips loving the extremely sweet taste. Pulling her hands off of him her heart was beating faster than she has ever had it move before and it seemed like she was suffering a terrible trip from the treat. She couldn't do anything to control herself but placed her firm fists against her legs not moving them from their spot before looking back at his neck whispering the same thing over and over and over. Tears formed in her eyes. She was fully aware of what she was doing now, and was on the brink of twitching holding herself back so much.


I̴̡̨͇̗̹̖̟̊̂͗̊̃ͥ̒͂ ̸̬̖̦̦͇̠̻́͟͝n͕̜̟̯̱̦ͬ͘ėͧ̔̈̐̃ͯ͏̪͔̺̘͔e̋̿͆̋̾҉͇̹̫͚̲̝d̡͓̲̮̥̦ͧͥ̋̏ͣͫ͢ ̸͇̜̹̖͍̘̹̝͂͗̅͊̂ͨ́ͅi̗̻̮͕̖̰̫͚͛͒̑̎͑ͫͫ̈͟ṯ̶͕͆ͪ͘͢ ̶͔̪̼̰̹̙̹̍ͭ̊͌̒̑͝I̢̯̩̘͇̜ͮͤ̑͋̀̅̓̇͝ ̳̘̖̘̘͖̦̑́ň̬̯͇͚̭͕̯̇͒ͣͨͭ͌̅e̴̘͇̖͈̟̻͍̯̬ͪͧ̂͒ͪ̀̕ḛ̢̝͈̯̠̹̻́̓̔d̡̮͓̞̰̞͚̄ͥ͆̋̍̀ͅ ̥̱̑̂i̴̹͑͗͌́́ͅt̸̼̯̟͔̖̘̼̯̋̊̎͌̇ͫ̓̎̏ͅ ̶̦̭ͬ̚Ȉ̬̃̓̂̍͌̂͑͘ ͕̣̯̼͎̥̀ͤ͌̒͞͠n͉̪̪̬̖͚̫͒̿ͥ̿̈͢ë̷͙̖͚̣̩̾ͦ͛ͫ̚e͈̣̮̯̬̣̻̓͛̉̒̍̃̄͟d̔́͝҉͓ ͇̳͇͇͉̜̩̩̉ͥ̌ͯ̔͒͝ǐ̴̌͆́ͯ̽̚͏͖̣̥ţ̠̻͉̽̔̈̀̃ ̥̱̭̟̤͓̋ͥ͆͆̅ͤ͆̉͡͞I̡̛̭̥̬ͤ͑̓͌̄ͩͯ̓ ̟̞̫͋ͩ̽ͪ̽͒ͧn̴͔̟̺͋̿̐̊ͭ̊͆͒ͯe̸̷̠̝͚̱̜̰͌̋̽ͯ̑ͫe̒̑͋҉̥̳͓̫͜d̠̪̫͇̣̹̹̳͒͛͞ͅ ̖̪̗͍̞̝̩͑̓̑͌̏̀ỉ̼͆͆ͫ̈́̆ͣͨ͘tͮ̆ͨ̊̉̌ͭͣ̚͏̠͍̫̬͇͙͡.͓̣͙̗ͤͧ̾

Marcus' vision began to blur from the loss of blood, but he would be fine. He just needed to apply pressure to his neck and he would be fine. That is, if he could keep Liss from sucking him dry. He placed his palm against her cheek and said, "R-remember? " Marcus slid his palm down to her breast just above her heart. As the two looked at each other Marcus let her see what he had seen earlier, the two of them standing in the river surrounding by mighty angel wings as they locked lips. His memories were flooding her mind, until he moved his hand from her heart. "Y-you may be a demon, but I know there is l-light inside of you. S-show me your pretty green eyes..."

Marcus leaned back supporting himself with his hand as he stretched his neck as if to tease the demon in Liss. He was challenging her good spirit to overcome her demonic spirit. He knew the Liss he had kissed in the river was still in there, and he was going to prove to Liss that she was in fact strong enough to control her power.

"Yo-your antlers are p-pretty.."
Marcus wasn't scared, but the deep wound in his neck was making it hard to breathe and talk.

Desmond sighed. It was over. Again.

Ghan was near the SplinterFright's body and viewed the entire reveal and due to their connection, Desmond saw it as well. The stitched companion looked over to Boris, who was nearest. Ghan sat down and watched, interested but silent.

The stitcher looked around, amidst the chaos things would've happened. As if given to him as asked, he watched as Gabriel hunched over a body, his healing magic working their way through it. Desmond looked around, everyone was accounted for except for Septimius. The stitcher's eyes narrowed.

Not another, please. Gabriel's magic should heal this. The stitcher said. Desmond walked closer to the brothers and watched from afar. What could he do? His magic was negligible at best and the fact that Gabriel's magic was superior to that of the science he knew made him helpless. What did he actually bring in for the party?

The stitcher looked down and pondered. What was his worth?

His warmth was so comforting to her yet so desirable that she sat still, trying not to focus on him, that is until his hand touched her chest. Seeing the memories she looked over at him with her red eyes glaring. "I know who you are. I never forgot." Her forgetting him wasn't the issue. He didn't seem to understand that it was evil impulses making her do this, and she had been good for so long that it is almost impossible for her to control herself, except now her voice wasn't as contorted. Her pupils dilated as he teased her again making her upper lip quiver and reach over gripping his leg before stopping herself. The demented thoughts and commands running through her head were making her tear up as a vein on her forehead began to pop forward. She was beginning to strain herself. His compliment ran right in one ear and out the other, however he was the first person to even acknowledge her horns. "Stop making me want to hurt you..."


K̼͓Ǹ͍̙͇Ơ̠̫̖͔̬͖̩̲̝͟C̦̲̘̹̟̳̪͇ͅK̵̳̥̲̳ͅͅ ̷̤̘M̼̖̥̟̙̤̀̕Ȩ̪͍͉ ̸̪͔̘O̡̬͇̹̩̯͖̼̼̰͜͡U̩͈͕͡T̷̛̞͙͎ ̧͍̩͈͖͈͠͝ͅÝ҉͚̪̖̺͈̖O͜҉̸͙̮̪Ṳ͓̦̪̮̖̹͙͞ ̥̺͈̰͉̩̦P͚̯̝̪̝̯̺̣͘̕U̶̢̲͚̟̻͕̝̤͓̳S̺͚̩̤͙͙̟̯̭S̢̩̦̳̣̗̠̖̦͞Y͉̞̖̼̲̺͔̖̕͞!̧̥̹͜ ̮̥̗͖͖͓́͝ͅF̬͎̬͉͞Ì̡̞̠͟G̻̭̣̤̲H̗͢͟T̀҉̟̣̮̤̭̺̠ ͇̯̪ͅͅM̱̥̝̲̠͙͢͡E͖̼̘̣͕ ̞̱̕͘͝I̢̘̲̼̩̠͚͖Ņ̰̱̖͙̲͍͡ ̛̱̘̟Y̨̭͔̙͕͙̜̭O̺̪̝͙̺͇̦̤͖͡U̴͇̥͚̼̖͈̪R̖̱̼͉̫͟͞ ̣̞͈̕ͅḾ̸̺̜̮̗͖͍I̗̹̹̠̖̗͝Ņ̞͉͔̯̖̤̻̝͠ͅD̵̸̝.̞̀͟ ̮̺̪I̵̘̯̭͎̯̜̹'̛͖̳̩V̷̡҉̲E͖̥̭̗͔ ͢͏̫͖̗͡A̙̤̰̲̗͇L̷̴̘͓̘R̡̨̬̭͇ͅE͖̦͎A̘̠̖͟D̜̘̤̞̪͓͔͍̬͢Y̶̷̬̪̮̲̝̝̥̪ ̜͍͖͠ͅW̤̳O̳̳̗̱Ṉ̛̹͖.̭̞̠̀͡

Marcus leaned forward, holding her head still as he kissed her forehead. "Forgive me.." with one hand Marcus held her throat as he pushed her body away from his, and with the other he created a fist and proceeded to punch Liss right above her ear, rendering her unconscious. He pulled her close to him again. When Liss woke up once more he didn't want her to feel alone, even if she wanted his blood. Marcus used his shirt to tie around his neck, applying pressure to his wound. Holding Liss in his lap while she slept, he waited patiently for her to wake up.

She kneeled slowly as she let Septimius lie on the ground as Gabriel healed him, his commentaries indicated that he'd be fine but they made her blush as she heard him mentioning Gabriel. She smiled and said "Get some rest you silly, you've done a great job". Her heart speeded up as she stood up and turned to the others, excited to help in the fight again and maybe kill the splinter, her smile dissapeared as she saw the huge tree getting defeated by Boris she sighed deeply and turned her head to the ground "Gabriel 2... Jessica 0" she thought playfully, tho it made her feel kinda dissapointed on herself. Since at the beggining of this journey she imagined herself being the strongest out of the group slaying the most powerful demons and commanders that the world has known, I guess not everything goes according to your plans.

She steped closer to her friends, Jessica noticed Adric hidding behind some debris, she was glad that he was fine tho... then she heard Lissette talking to Marcus, apparently he has bitten in the neck?, but before she could do something... again... he had already knocked her out after she herself told him to do it so.

Jessica approached Marcus and asked him "Are you ok?... both of you? you should let Gabriel see that wound" she said worried to him as she placed the sword on her scabbard once more.

"I-im doing fine, this d-doesnt hurt that much." Marcus looked back down to Liss, "she was just hungry". Marcus let out a long breath as he waited patiently for Liss to wake up. He missed talking to her since she was kind to him and always knew how to make him smile. He had never felt this way about someone before, especially when they had just met a few weeks ago. Was it love? It sure felt like what he always imagined love feeling like. And even though at a time they may be a world apart, she would always share a place inside of his heart.

"Can you fetch me my sword, Jessica?"

"And with my final thrust, I end thee, villa-". Ravin found Cerulean was now inches away from a woman. When she got there, or what she did with the villain was beyond him. His arms slumped defeated to his sides. There was that bright flash of light, but he took that as an omen to his destiny. Such magnificent finishing blows were always heralded by a flash of light and some fanfare. But where was the fanfare? And where was his triumph! He glared at Cerulean

"But what sort of omen are you if you don't even predict my victory!" He angrily stowed it away. Things were not going according to plan. Most other dashing swordsmen would have thwarted an evil plot by now, or at least saved a SINGLE damsel. Ravin had done no such thing. What would his master say. Probably nothing, since the Montfort Fantasy had not yet created a mentor for him. This was something that had to be remedied, but at a later date. He walked up to Adric, who had been standing outside the hole this whole time. He hugged him close

"Friend Adric, you have no idea how worried I was. If any ill fortune were to befall you, I could never forgive myself. But, luckily," he drew the coin purse from his jacket, "I managed to obtain your honest currency" he tossed the bag to Adric before going to the other members. Boris was preoccupied with the woman who stole his glory. He disliked her greatly. Who did she think she was, getting in Ravin's path to fame? Gabriel and Septimius were together, healing. But what most stuck out to him was Sirrah Marcus and the seldom-bird

"Sirrah Marcus," he began, clapping his hands together, "you seem to be bleeding. Quite a lot actually. While I trust your opinion on the matter, I just want to know... What? Why? How? When? Who? In that order, if you don't mind."

OOC: I can't handle you Winterfront XD Marcus shall help him save a damsel <3

Marcus was confused with all of the questions at first but proceeded to answer the man. "Uhm, fangs, demonic tendencies, blissfully, just now, and Lissette?" Marcus smiled a bit at what he just said, "I'm fine though, I can already feel my neck patching itself up." He was right. The golden traces of angel blood streaming away in the red blood that was seeping down his neck was clotting the wound much faster than his human blood. He wasn't having an issue speaking anymore, but he still might have a wicked cool scar to show off to all of his friends. His eyes faded back into their normal blue self, but his wings still remained at his back. The flames on his sword burned out so that Jessica may touch it without being burned, unless of course there was darkness in her heart. She would feel the sting of the holy aura burning away any dark blemishes on her soul.

OOC: You shall be the Sancho Panza to my Don Quixote XD

Ravin stood, analyzing the answers. He didn't let on that he'd completely forgotten the order of the questions.

"I see. Well, don't you think that, uh, being near the woman who tore a hole in your neck is a bit dangerous?"

Marcus nodded, "Of course it's dangerous." Marcus pulled Liss closer to him to let her head rest against his chest. "I can protect myself if I need too. I'd rather risk bleeding a bit than have her wake up feeling alone."