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Topic Started: Apr 2 2017, 08:58 AM (731 Views)
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"So, which do you like more, the heat of the battle or the bloodiness of the aftermath?"

Leonidas wasn’t serious, was he?

As if she had suddenly become enlightened; as if all the stars had aligned and earth, heaven and hell were all truly as one at this exact moment, Kanna realized that she had been doing this all wrong. Everything she had shown the stranger was indicative of something much darker, much more powerful, and far more fearsome than what she had displayed previously. She could hear his voice lingering in her ear, whispering sweet nothings like she were once again a child, of what she desired above all else, of what deeply terrified her in the end of what one’s tragic life would be. The question was rhetorically simple at first yet complex and unable to be defined, but it forced her into a trance-like state for the minor second she stared at the appendages upon her lap, doused in hatred, self-loathing, and the blood of innocence. These things which were so hard to appease, so hard to diminish when necessary, were there seeping into her very soul through layers of material, flesh, tissue, muscle, and bone.

The lady’s thoughts were not to be mistaken with feelings or emotion as they were only what she thought she was supposed to feel. Though in her silence, Kanna relived nightmares in a tattered and broken mind but she quickly dismissed them, returning her consciousness back to reality as she slowly picked herself up from the ground. First, her sanguine soaked gloves were removed then tossed onto the corpse’s face which bore such lovely petite hands; next, she removed Azazal from her back, rustling it over her head before carelessly tossing it to the ground with an audible steel against steel thud; lastly, she raked a hand through her seemingly endless ivory hair to straighten it from being previously disturbed. Perfection at last, save for the minor blood stains upon her solid white attire, Kanna graciously closed the small gap between the two strangers and carefully stationed herself intimately close to the adolescent, or so he pretended to be, then revealed a strikingly beautiful smile that was eerie looking on her visage.

Your appearance deceives, Leonidas,” she stated, a lack of emotion obvious as she actually spoke his name instead of an insult, “I will not answer your question with words alone but accompanied with actions.

A hand encroached upon the tattoo she’d been curious about at the first seconds of their introduction and with a tender touch, she grazed her fingers across the length in a sweet, almost loving manner while eyeing the flesh with genuine curiosity. The mark was flat, smooth, and without scarring, much like the other skin of his face which she admired, coming from a man with more than just what met the eye. At the end of the tattoo, her tips scored across the lower part of his cheek where they brushed across his lips and were then removed completely. In a remarkable way, being this close showed how beautiful he was, however, only on the surface and strictly physically attractive thus far. His eyes betrayed him, revealing either more lifetimes than she’d ever know or a depth that most would never begin to understand nor unravel, yet hers were just the same.

Absent.

Slowly, albeit significantly elegant, Kanna leaned forward to become even further acquainted with his lips; baring close enough that only a single sheet of paper could separate the two, and took in his natural scent. Inhuman, most definitely, but she couldn’t be sure; no, that would be assumptive of her even though there was an aroma she couldn’t mistake, not in her younger days and most certainly, not now. It reminded her of the evils mankind could commit in the absence of righteousness – something she’d never forget, but the foreboding vitae inside him was driving her mad with bloodlust. She desperately wanted to taste it with a passion she’d only known once before with a brother that caged her in a boundless hell.

Tell me, have you ever bled during battle, Leonidas? Has your precious life-source ever been robbed from you?” she cooed with an enticing voice as she suddenly nipped at his bottom lip in effort to draw blood, “I would love nothing more than to see you bleed but not by my blade. Aftermaths are always divine, especially when a feud becomes nothing more than mutual suicide, my sweet boy.
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Whatever the man's words did to affect Kanna's state of mind, it was not what he had intended. Nay, her epiphany was almost the opposite of what Leonidas wanted. He dearly hung on to whatever sense of self-control he had, barely able to stay still as the girl removed her blood-stained gloves and carelessly dropped the sword she was carrying. The blonde-haired man's instincts urged him to cut Kanna down the moment she drew closer to him. To see her reaction as Calamitas slashed through her petite, scarred body. But he did no such a thing, and as the smile appeared on her face and she spoke her first statement, Leonidas's inner balance returned. Or at least it was restored to what it had been before Kanna had gone off on a tangent.

Alas, it seemed the crimson-eyed man had been found out.

Or at least partially. Leonidas wasn't sure if he really cared at that point. "Yes, perhaps it does," he interjected between the girl's first two statements. The man could tell Kanna's change in tone, and was amused that the girl used his actual name. Not that the other had annoyed him before, but he did prefer strangers to call him Leonidas. As long as Kanna didn't discover his last name, or alias for that matter, however, he would be fine. The man almost never gave out either of those pieces of information anyways.

His gaze never softened.

If the girl was attempting to seduce Leonidas, it worked horridly. If she was attempting to do anything else, well the man simply stood unmoving. Not unthinking, however. Observation was a useful thing. And one's face usually told everything about a person. The girl was strikingly pretty up close, a small nose and high cheekbones complimenting her pale, feminine complexion. Yet those deep blue eyes, they were anything but gentle. They hinted less towards cruelty, as one might expect, and more towards emptiness. Such a mirrored image.

Leonidas could feel Kanna's finger tips trace the dark mark on his face, brushing away the blonde bangs that criss-crossed his features whilst doing so. His expression narrowed and his lips pursed so slightly as her hand reached the latter, and that look did not change as the girl removed her hand and closed the rest of distance between the two. His gaze drifted upwards slightly, still looking the taller girl in the eyes.

And then she spoke again. Those words, even as Kanna bit his lip causing deep crimson blood to spill out onto his chin, rung. So much so that he barely heard the phrase afterwords. Suddenly, Leonidas was taken back to a time he oh-so badly wanted to forget. The time in which he had witnessed the same hue of vital liquid as his own spewed outwards, but it was not. The night that had turned Leonidas's world inside out. The night that he had ran that particular person through. The blonde didn't dare think of the word. Yet, as he replied to Kanna, the image was ever present in his mind.

"Well, it seems you have gotten your wish," he muttered, still making no attempt to move. He had picked up on the girl's curiosity earlier. At that point, it would only be a matter of time before she realized what he was.
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"Well, it seems you have gotten your wish."

It seemed that her light nibble had, in fact, produced a trickle of thick, dark vitae that was seemingly abnormal from the very human that laid lifeless behind the two. Instead of being a bright hued liquid, it rendered an absence of light, almost black, and Kanna was utterly mesmerized by the obsidian sanguine that stained his pursed lips. Instinct took over as she barely leaned forward to slip her tongue out from between unpainted petals and traced the muscle along the streak of precious life-source from the general area of his mouth. Greedily drinking his blood, what little there was, the lady blinked in a rapid succession as the taste brought a rampant torrent of negative emotion which caused her to take a single step backwards. Anger, fear, loathing, angst, pain, and terror, all wrapped nicely into a solitary second of stupendous anticipation of what this man was. Demonic. Finally, Kanna realized what he was, or what kind of blood his veins held, and the taste of alcohol, caffeine, and more importantly, power, was tearing her mouth apart as if it were acid.

A smirk of sinister recall slipped over her lips.

Mmm, that takes me back,” she smiled, bringing a finger to her lips as she gazed at him with a bloodlust apparent in her otherwise absent eyes.

Unbeknown to Leonidas, his blood reminded the cannibal of her very first feeding; of the evil her brother had committed against her and how she reveled in the disgusting yet savory feast his flesh and blood offered. It had satiated a part of her she’d never known desired to be quenched and the acidic taste was something she wanted; no, needed in her life. The Ashur males were different from the very few females – their bodies were manifestations of a particular evil that she had never been acquainted with, and their need for sadism was dire as they forced such upon the females in order to sustain their lives. But when Kanna took the lives of her three brothers, consuming the third, her body altered as well, leaving her to deal with an undeniable urge to commit an unholy sin – cannibalism. A broken mind and peculiar appetite, a hatred of herself and mankind, the villainy she beseeched upon others; all of this because Leonidas had the one thing she couldn’t obtain from any other source thus far but she had finally found it. The thirst was becoming all too real for her and a wanton lust for his flesh was starting to show itself as she curled her fingers against the skin of her cheek.

You, Leonidas. You have something that I crave more than death itself,” her voice cracked while her fingernails dug into her face, peeling away pieces of her flesh as she delved deeper into the tissue, “I must have it.

The simple thought of consuming a mere piece of him was all too exciting and while it was a crazy of someone to desire such, Kanna was simply unable to control herself or the actions of her hand. Demonic blood was one thing, but demonic flesh was completely different, and she wanted to eat him alive, however, that wasn’t going to happen. She knew he wouldn’t give himself up that easily because pain was a thing most people didn’t really like and tended to avoid at all costs with the exception of masochists such as herself. The madness of indulging herself with his flesh made her continue to tear deeper at the soft, alabaster skin, marking herself with the prospect of finally feeding after almost a week of nothing. Her hunger was obvious as she revealed slightly sharpened teeth in the form of a widened grin but she waited for a moment, not attacking nor making any sudden movements towards him. She needed his permission, afterall.




Apologies for short post.
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Yet again, he stood nearly unflinching. While most would have probably consider the moment Kanna reached out to taste the blood that coated his lips awkward at best, Leonidas had no desire to draw away, nor draw closer. He was amused by the girl's actions, and curious in what the end result would be. That was all. And with that in mind, he watched.

Watched as she took a step back, watched as the deadly smile overtook her face. And watch did he as she said no more than five words, words that told all Leonidas needed to know. The mark of an outcast, an annihilator of society even, was emblazoned on her soul, one that the crimson-eyed man could see clearly. Sometimes he wished it wasn't the case, but he knew the two were kindred in that regard.

Then, sixteen more. Words that allowed the man to comprehend her to an even further degree. He didn't need them, though. He knew what she wanted. For once a human intrigued him, and so for once he would do something perhaps meaningful in return.

Slowly, Leonidas fished through his right pocket, pulling out a mundane pocket knife. Flicking it open, he held his left hand out. With his left, this was a simple deed, albeit something usually only witnessed by dead, staring eyes. His right, that was a whole other story. Only five had that honor, and he doubted any more would ever be added. Two were long dead, two were long missing, and the last? At present, she was right beside him. He would bleed infinitely times over for Eris. For this girl, however, he only sliced through the flesh of his left palm once, his piercing gaze never leaving hers. The pain was excruciating, but the only note of it shown on Leonidas's body was the ever slight clench of his jaw. Then, the blade coated in blood and flesh, he held it out with two fingers, handle first, blade pointed away from his hand. "Beware, there is a price for everything," he stated in an almost deadpan voice.

More of the dark liquid dripped profusely from his left hand. Although the gouge in it certainly would not remain forever, the man would still take careful measures. Leonidas drew Calamitas part way, pulling off the cloth that wrapped the marking on the blade. Seeing that symbol on the sword immediately brought back a thousand different emotions, ones that dulled the pulsating pain that was carrying it's way up his arm in comparison. His eyes couldn't look away from it, even as he resheathed Calamitas and wrapped his left hand in the cloth. Soon blood would soak it through, but for now the fix was sufficient. His mind was elsewhere, but this time it was not in an ever-prodding memory. For the time his father had given him the old sword he carried had been a peaceful one, even though it could be regarded as one of the many turning points in Leonidas's lifetime


Apologies for bad post, I was quite rushed at the time.
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As Leonidas brazenly cut open the palm of his left hand, marking himself with a memory of this meeting, Kanna’s own hand gently removed itself from her torn up cheek; her bright crimson blood staining the tips of her porcelain fingers with a layer of flesh caked under the meticulously kept nails. To say she watched his actions in horror wouldn’t be the correct way to state how she felt – no, it may have appeared to be terror striking her from the slack-jawed expression but that wasn’t exactly what inner turmoil she felt. She was almost in awe of his self-mutilation and couldn’t understand what he was doing, or why, or what this show was all for. More black liquid, more hurt, more onyx sanguine, more pain and misery and all that came to a singular moment of infinite disillusion as he offered the knife to her with only but a few words of wisdom.

"Beware, there is a price for everything."

Confusion settled as Kanna reached out to delicately remove the knife from Leonidas’s hand, observing the metal doused in precious vitae and carrying a piece of himself. She stared at it for a good few seconds; grasping the handle harshly enough to turn her knuckles white while her inner self screamed at her to consume it as well as the person from which it came. Shaking and trembling from the sacrifice, the Blood Mage finally looked to Leonidas with tears in her eyes but they weren’t from sadness. On the contrary, it was a sweet feeling that she didn’t know how to express or speak of and could only do what she knew best – cry. This kindness was at a price, yes, and the both of them knew it all too well yet after all the cruel words, the indecent attitude, everything, he was offering her something she’d be unable to deny. But at what cost? What would it be that he wanted in exchange for this simple morsel of flesh? There wasn’t anything left for her to give; her soul was tainted, her mind shattered, and her body completely broken.

Silver streaks of saline coursed down her face, mixing clear with red, as she faintly spoke, “A price I cannot afford alone. You have paid half, Leonidas, and for that, I will forever be grateful.

Kanna’s better judgment told her not to eat in front of him; that it wasn’t a good idea, that her secret needed to be kept guarded, but there was no other choice as she carefully inserted the blade into her mouth. No sound was uttered in this second of silence whilst her lips sealed the edge before pulling it back out, now clean and free of any mess. Chewing on the meat, Kanna’s mouth stung from the acidity of his blood which she reveled in, almost finding the flesh more enjoyable in comparison to anything else she’d consumed before. The hunger inside was satiated for the time being as she watched him attempt to conceal his injury and for a lucid moment, she wanted to help him take care of the wound. However, she did no such thing, only kindly returning the knife into his hand and silently thanking him for the kindness he displayed when she had been nothing but callous. There was nothing for her hide any longer and she had to take care of other things right now – the body of her enraged murder.

Turning her attention to the man’s body where she untied the limp carcass from behind the tree then shoved the rope into a small white leather bag. Grabbing her vitae stained gloves, she put them into the bag as well before further ripping the man’s shirt, giving it the appearance of an animal attack, and lifted his handless arm where she began chewing on the end in order to make it seem far more natural. Kanna didn’t feed herself any of him as he had been deceased longer than she liked and simply spit out whatever muscle and tissue she got in her mouth. The blood, however, wasn’t so carelessly disposed of as she could just very well swallow what little there was and continued gnawing at the nub of what was once a man’s hand. Once she finished with her staging, the lady quickly made her way over to the severed hand, picked it up, then returned to the bag where she placed it neatly inside for later riddance. Azazal was returned to her back, the leather bag slung loosely over her shoulder, and she replaced herself in front of Leonidas where she remained stoic in her façade.

May I inquire as to why you gifted me with something so valuable?
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His gaze was long, lingering on Calamitas, the sword whose name translated calamity, whose blade was the living testimony to Leonidas's impulses, to his dark nature, to his barely controllable wrath. In every significant part of his life had the weapon been there, and in most it had been brandished, first at his father, then at Fiore, and most recently at that unidentifiable man. Of course, there were countless times in between, but the large majority of them were unimportant in his viewpoint, even if fatalities had occurred. He supposed that was just one of the many reasons why people naturally gravitated away from him. The man was fine with that. If people didn't understand him, it would be in their best interest to stay away.

And yet, in time the man did look upwards, in the general direction of Kanna, just after she had ever so lightly grasped the knife he had presented. Soon the grip changed, that much he could clearly tell. What it meant, though, would have been entirely up for interpretation were it not for the tremors that shook her body along with the salt and blood stained tears that streamed down her pale, scarred cheeks. For only two things could be taken from that, either terror or ecstasy. Or perhaps a mix of both, as what often happened. At least in Leonidas's mind that was all their was. Some emotions still evaded the man.

Much like he had previously, as the girl spoke, he replied with not words, but actions. More specifically two minute, but also all telling actions, the ever slight slack of his jaw, which had been the telltale of his pain, and, more importantly, the lightest dusting of a malicious smile that, despite its integrity, emblazoned its way onto his visage. A trait so strong in spirit that it reflected in his deep, unnatural eyes. The malevolence in Leonidas's features only increased as the girl consumed his flesh, no hint of the previous lack of emotion playing out on his face any longer. For Kanna, perhaps she would see in the man a complete turn around of his personality, or perhaps she wouldn't notice. The truth of the matter was that the girl had just struck the tip of a very large iceberg. Only time would tell if the ship that consisted of the two's meeting would sink, or remain.

The knife, now returned to Leonidas's two fingers, sat there for a moment before being whisked away, closed and dropped into its former resting spot in one fluid motion. Still, his line of sight never left Kanna whilst doing so. He saw it all, the elaborate staging of a feral animal attack, each piece of it fitting together not unlike a children's story that had gained a darker twist. The man himself would never had tried so hard to cover up a murder, nor mutilate the body so much, but the act told him one thing, she was experienced. That was something he liked.

Her questioning of his actions, however, he frowned upon. A facial expression that only existed for a moment, though, as soon his mouth parted, air rushing out in already formed words. "You pique my interest, but don't dare to expect anything else," he stated, in a dark, somewhat menacing tone, almost begging her to attack. That was what was natural to him. Too many times recently he had tried to play the innocent, the good, the pure of heart. It was fun at times, but he was getting sick of it. How disgusting such concepts were in the first place.
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"You pique my interest, but don't dare to expect anything else."

Kanna stopped all processing of thought; so much so that she replayed his words in her mind, ensuring that what she heard was correctly interpreted as the words were broken down in sequential order.

“You pique my interest,” – yes, that was perfectly acceptable as she did that quite often with many people.

“But,” – no, that was a word she wasn’t entirely fond of due to the following words which likely lead to violence.

“Don’t dare,” – no, no, that wasn’t good either, telling her not to do something had quite the opposite effect.

“To expect,” – no, she expected not a single thing from anyone, especially not him.

“Anything else.” – no, there was nothing else she desired right now but an exception could be made in this case.

Recalculating the words, properly putting them back together, Kanna recited them aloud, just to make damn sure they were precisely what Leonidas had just uttered.

You pique my interest, but don’t dare to expect anything else?” she repeated back to him, lowering her own voice to mimic his tone as she gazed at him with darkening hues of placid navy, “In every aspect, that is word for word, unerring?

Not bothering with semantics, or what his response would be, the lady was tiring of his arrogance and no longer desired to be in his presence. This man; no, this boy, wanted to provoke her with words alone, not daring himself to produce his weapon that she undoubtedly noticed was hanging by his side. While she kept her best friend on her back for an ease of access, Leonidas rendered the blade next to his hip which could potentially save him from an attack against his midriff if he so desired to pull it in a last stitch effort to protect vital organs with an arm blockading immediate threats. Kanna’s katana lay across her back, for various reasons, but primarily to allow withdraw of the blade easily. A part of her wanted to walk away – actually, the more sensible part of her did, yet something irked her about the way he dared her so subtly to draw her weapon on him. It was like he had given her something but was readily eager to take it away just as quickly as it had been bestowed. She didn’t like that, not one bit.

What belonged to her was hers. Point blank, period.

Very well then, slay me. Do what you have intended since first coming upon me, Leonidas. You desire death, as it is the only dream you wish to attain, to free you of this demonic life you lead. So, please, bury your blade inside my belly and I assure you, I will do the same.

Kanna’s sight never left his, watching him like a hawk about to claw at its prey in a vast ocean.

Mutual murder with a suicidal twist, yes?
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"I wouldn't have said it otherwise," he responded with a slightly irritated expression playing out on his features. This girl, with her white hair and dark blue eyes, was proving a lot more difficult to budge from her relatively neutral position then he had expected. Especially after considering that she had stabbed a corpse multiple times after the one inhabiting it was clearly already dead, not to mention that she seemed to have an appetite for humans out of all things. Although he supposed that technically the only real proof he had of that was the fact that she had eaten a part of him, and he wasn't entirely human. Leonidas almost wanted to just walk away, to forget the incident in the clearing where the moon shone a little too brightly for his taste, to retreat into the utter darkness that lurked all around them, but then she spoke again. And oh how wrong those few words were. Yet they made the crimson-eyed man doubt himself for a moment, wondering if that was really the truth.

His intent from the start hadn't been to kill her, had it? No, he wasn't that sort of person. Or at least at present he wasn't. In the past, most definitely, in the future, perhaps, but right now, that was different. After all the fact was if an opponent survived an encounter, that meant they could fight again. Certainly there were people Leonidas couldn't bear see live another day, and in that he did enjoy ending them, but people who had no transgressions against him? There was simply no need. As for death, perhaps someday it would come for him, but there was a reason to why he hadn't perished a long time ago. In his case now, he had a promise to uphold, a duty to fulfill. Before then, the man couldn't have left Eris alone like that. And even previous, yes he had wished to die. But unlike Kanna, it would seem, he wouldn't buckle to fate. If someone had cut him down, then so be it. Yet there he was that night, alive and physically well, proof that the light could never truly destroy it's counterpart.

"You may be fond of the bloodiness of an aftermath, but I for one prefer the heat of the battle," he started, stepping a few paces back while simultaneously drawing the blade at his hip. Positioning the bastard sword in his right hand to a slightly upward point, his arm bent, right side forward, and the edge of the blade pointing towards Kanna, Leonidas continued, in an almost gentle tone. "Battle and death are not one and the same in many cases. Once I pleaded for it, for someone to end the life I had led into an utter disaster, but when you have little to nothing, sometimes you just have to make good with the things you still possess."

He paused for a moment, almost as if he was contemplating his own words. In a way he was, although more so wondering what Kanna would think of them. Based on what he's witnessed so far, the man assumed she would throw them out, ridicule them even. Yet he didn't give her a chance to respond, not yet.

"Now come on then, let's dance."

Propelling himself forward almost immediately after, Leonidas brandished Calamitas, slashing upwards at Kanna's torso with the edge of his blade. It was not meant to be a lethal blow, nay the blonde-haired man's purpose was to get the girl to draw her blade. After all, words had long since failed him.
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"You may be fond of the bloodiness of an aftermath, but I for one prefer the heat of the battle."

Kanna blinked.

"Battle and death are not one and the same in many cases. Once I pleaded for it, for someone to end the life I had led into an utter disaster, but when you have little to nothing, sometimes you just have to make good with the things you still possess."

Kanna tilted her head as if confused by his words.

"Now come on then, let's dance."

Kanna had seen him withdraw his blade, position himself into a combative stance, yet she didn’t produce her own weapon, only watching him with true interest. Leonidas wanted to dance the beautiful waltz of a destructive nature, desiring battle while she, herself, wasn’t keen on fighting in this manner. For a second, she rethought his words, of how he was suffocating himself with random acts of violence, and for a second, the two were kindred spirits in such a regard as that, however, she wouldn’t be provoked by words but by his actions. Antagonizing her wouldn’t get him very far, but it seemed she’d have no other choice, or she could very well just walk away. Neither option was very appealing, flight or fight. She wasn’t good at making decisions under the scrutiny of his ever watchful eye and if he were to actually care or look, he’d notice that she wasn’t exactly thrilled with his tactless qualities.

But he made the first move. Perfect. That only meant she would be on the defensive end of this fight which made him vulnerable and when he made his move, Kanna didn’t step out of the way nor did she flinch when his weapon cut across her chest and stomach. Did he even realize that he was cornering a rather docile animal that could instantly become feral? The hot steel ripped through the white material of her attire and sunk into the delicate flesh of a beaten woman who feared not the blade of a stranger, but something far more intricate and unholy that was boiling under the surface of a weakening façade. She could feel the blood releasing upon her clothing, bubbling out from a fresh wound, and when she gazed down at the stain of her own sanguine, she looked to Leonidas with bored eyes of sapphire.

To people that didn’t know Kanna, or didn’t know what kind of person she was, she thrived on the fear of others; on those that were inept and incapable of defending themselves. She fed on the weak, the people that were beneath her, those very people that wouldn’t or couldn’t fight back, and nothing but a waste of energy with their insignificant lives. If she wanted to simply fight, she would have joined the Knights of Fiore but she didn’t because they more than likely wouldn’t have allowed someone like her to protect others. In fact, she was unwilling to protect others; only those that she cared for would a woman such as herself protect and even then, her selfish and manipulative ways made that particular group of people practically non-existent. Leonidas was no different as he didn’t belong in her world – he fought for his excitement while she only liked to observe.

Why for?” she said softly, placing her hand over the fresh yet superficial wound as her other hand reached for Azazal, grasping the silk-covered handle delicately, “Upon gifting me something so precious, you alter your decision. Unfortunately…

Removing Azazal with a slowed motion, Kanna bestowed the blade outwards, pointing it at Leonidas for only a second before plummeting the tip into the ground and releasing her touch of the weapon.

You are not worthy of my blade,” she said, placing the freed hand onto her stomach to join the other, “Furthermore, you are unworthy of my presence as you are nothing to me. The only remarkable feature of yourself is the demonic flesh you possess, Leonidas, and as a result, I might have had a use for you at some point but for now, you have simply become redundant.
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Watching the blood drip down from Calamitas's blade, Leonidas took a multitude of steps backwards before sitting down, legs crossed and back leaning against one of the outer trees of the clearing. "That's displeasing. I was hoping for you to brandish that little katana of yours, not wave it around absurdly like a conductor's baton."

He was clearly unamused by the girl's actions, staring at the tip of her sword that was brazenly facing him, as if in a helpless attempt to frighten the man. Not only was he too far away for her to strike effectively, but the fact that immediately after she stabbed the earth with her blade and not a more pertinent target only further proved Leonidas's point. Her words were similar in design, stabbing at the ground with no particular reason in mind. However, any words meant to agitate the crimson-eyed man were completely lost. Instead, with a hint of a smile on his face, he looked up at the girl, speaking in retaliation yet with a calm and friendly voice. The blue-eyed girl had managed to push past the pretense that shaded his heart, and a complete switch in tone followed, for once genuine.

"Unworthy? What exactly makes one unfit of another's presence? Would it be the way one speaks, or their race, or what bloodline they came from? Kanna, everything, whether they be man or monster, animate or nonanimate, living or nonliving, has a place in this twisted and malformed world. Thinking of anything as insignificant may be your downfall. Or your saving grace, depending on how you look at that. You may leave me behind, content on thinking that nothing that has transpired in these woods is in the least bit important, but you now have a witness to your little secret. In the same way, you now know one of mine."

Taking the corner of the bottom of his shirt that wasn't already stained, the blonde-haired man vigorously rubbed the blade he was holding, Kanna's scarlet bleeding out onto the white background. A soft sigh escaped the man's mouth as he sheathed his gleaming weapon. At least the white-haired girl didn't seem overly afflicted by the blow he had laid upon her. That had been his intention after all, just in case she hadn't cared to draw her sword. Maiming those who chose inaction wasn't what Leonidas classified as interesting, nor was it a skillful practice.

The bastard sword now laying across his lap, the man continued to speak, as if he hadn't stopped in the first place. "With that in mind, mutual respect would probably be a better option rather than a half-witted rivalry, don't you think?"
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