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The Devil cracked his neck and slowly paced from side to side, his black glossy eyes piercing right into the cannibalistic vampires eyes. Now, there wasn’t an inch of humanity left in his mind. He was back in his normal mindset, the one that ran Hell, dealt with thousands of souls and all his demons. More beast-like than anything else right now. Lucifer knew that there was nothing he could do until he got all this anger out of him and returned to his tamed self.

The words from the other only made him growl ferociously and vanish from his current spot, reappearing right in front of the males face before grabbing him and throwing him across the room— but before the male could hit the floor the elder appeared behind him to catch him.

Unfortunately, it was only to shred past the vampires shirt and dig his nails into the skin of the others back; in attempt to penetrate the pale skin with his fingers as well in order to rip away the patch of flesh. His free arm flung around to put the individual in choke hold, bending him back towards Lucifer to make the penetration in his skin easier.

The entire situation was thrilling beyond belief. It had been centuries since Leon had had the chance to engaged in something like this, at leas willingly so. It was completely different when the opponent clung to his back like a band aid but still didn’t stand a chance. It was unsatisfying. This on the other hand was amusing, only because Leon knew he most likely didn’t stand a chance himself. Turning the tables would always be interesting, and he had a few tricks here and there, not sure yet if he’s use them. 

His ears caught the growl, a wry smirk upon his lips as he watched the male disappear. His brows arched for a second, eyes narrowing for a moment as he merely waited, the single second that passed giving him a lot of space to think. You’re a stubborn one. When the male reappeared in front of the crusnik, he sneered, about to speak when he was grabbed and tossed aside. Preparing to brace himself for the rough landing he was about to experience, he was indeed taken by surprise when the older being appeared to catch him. It was confusing nonetheless, but Leon didn’t mind. Not at all. 

“Gone soft?" He asked, tone mocking as the stinging pain of nails dragging across his skin caused him to shudder, not in displeasure of course. A conceited smirk decorated his lips when he stopped breathing for a second time, put in choke hold there wasn’t much he could do, yet. Besides experiencing the, to him, faint pain the other still caused. But of course he soon grew impatient, clawing at the arm around his neck in attempts to break free, tipping his head downwards as much as he can manage, lips parted as he lets sharp canines run across the skin quite harshly. The elder’s blood burns on his tongue, causing Leon to grimace as he decides to make sure not to swallow any of it, not knowing what consequences he may suffer. After a span of seconds he bites down, as harshly as he can manage from his position, the tainted liquid filling his mouth at first, but simply running down his chin instead as he refuses to swallow, just as planned, staining his clothing as well as the flooring beneath him.