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_{Obviously Lucifer couldn’t see for sure whether the blood was being swallowed by the vampire or not, but just in case he continued bending the creatures body back, the Devil leaning over in the opposite direction as his face rested next to Leon’s. Glaring over at the other in his peripheral vision, he only seen that he had closed his eyes— was he accepting his fate and going out peacefully? That’s at least what Lucifer thought.}

_{That was until the Devil felt an aching sensation in his arm, almost borderline unbearable. Suddenly he felt a pop, the unusual feeling then soon turned into agonizing pain and the Devil quickly retracted his arm, the fangs tearing away at the skin as he did so, loud hisses and inhuman noises emitting from the Devil as he withered around. Holding his arm he all but stared down at it, noticing the black liquid seeping under his skin, and he quickly used a nail to make a small incision so it would flow out and pour to the ground, the liquid now having what seemed to be mild steam ghosting from it. This wasn’t good, not one bit.} 

_{Instead of Lucifer triggering the black blood to turn him into his primal state of mind, the busted vessel and loose blood seeped it’s way to his mind and eventually engulfed it— taking over in other words. The reaction was unusual, it was as if it backfired and was having a bigger effect on the elder than it usually did. More inhuman screeches and growls sounded from Lucifer as he fell to his knees, kneeling over on the floor as he gripped onto his red locks with both hands, balling his fists against his hair as he thrashed around on the cold ground. After a few moments of the animalistic actions, his body was suddenly still, the air around the two colder— enough to where they could see their own breath. Lucifer staggered up to his feet and locked his gaze on the male in front of him, his features now showing that they were more.. creature like than they were human. His eyes looked hollow, and he was paler than usual. Lucifer never triggered the blood unless his life literally depended on it, mainly because it was dangerous for him, he hadn’t a clue as to when he would be able to snap out of this state of mind.}

_{Nevertheless, the Devils hand lashed out and his now longer nails sliced into the vampire jugular before throwing his body over the hellions shoulder, only to slam his body onto the ground, and again he threw the male over his shoulder and slammed his body on the ground once more. Upon noticing the male cringe slightly from the impact, Lucifer leaned over him with a sadistic smirk etched over his pale lips, clasping both hands on either side of Leon’s skull as he began putting immense pressure on his temples.}

_{Leon’s first impression of his attempt was failure, the reaction far more delayed than he was used to, not keeping in mind that he was performing it on another supernatural creature. It wasn’t until the male retracted his arm, the crusnik’s fangs leaving yet another few millimeters of deep wounds upon the skin, that he realized he had most likely succeeded. The hisses and several other noises leaving the elder’s lips only confirming it. Leon was pleased of course, a grin upon his lips, lasting only for a matter of seconds. Spotting the steam emitting from the blood as it seeped out of the wound the male had opened upon himself, the immortal took a small step back. Luck I managed to keep myself from swallowing… that. Whatever it is. He told himself, shaking his head.} 

_{He was set on leaving the scene behind by now, head back to where he came from. He considered himself done, seeing as this began to turn into something he had no desire to deal with. But his body wasn’t listening to his commands, standing as if frozen to the ground. His celadon orbs were wide open, locked by the other male as he fell to his knees, every sound causing the vampire to flinch. He wasn’t afraid, not yet, only astonished. Paralyzed he watched the scene play out before him, the creature trashing around on the flooring in what Leon perceived as something in resemblance of a pained struggle. How could such a small actin cause something like this? He had only busted one vein after all. One. And that was what kept him confused, lacking proper understanding of the situation drove him to the edge of madness already, not knowing what to do or what to prepare for kept him at a disadvantage and he knew it. But nevertheless, he didn’t panic. ’Fate is reason enough, Asce.‘ He repeated the words in his mind, well known and well used, the last thing Elie had uttered before his life had left him. Words Leon had kept close to his heart ever since.}  

_{He snapped out from his thoughts, blinking a few times, gaze once again resting by the being before him as it staggered onto its feet. The change of appearance had the crusnik stumbling backwards, jaw dropped for several seconds before he swallowed rather harshly. This, had surely been a grave mistake, and now it was time to pay the price. He knew. He knew and it was painful. Facing defeat like this, it was shameful really, but there was nothing he could do to change it, still unable to move as the other approached.The paleness and his hollow eyes were striking, horrifying yet beautiful — in an odd and twisted manner.}  

_{When the nails penetrated his skin and tore it open, a pained grow ripped from his pallid lips, blood gushing from the wound, staining the marble-like complexion with crimson. Frenetically he pressed his palm to the wound to stop the bleeding, already feeling his strength slip through his fingers with every drop that left him, stumbling on his own feet while trying to escape, failing and inevitably so. He barely had time to react before his body was slammed against the flooring, the sound of bones breaking beneath his weight echoing within his hazed mind. He blinked slowly, the numbing pain causing everything to spin, vision blurred. There it was again, the flying and then the pain, the thud and the crackling sounds. The younger squirmed coughing repeatedly between hitching breaths, which eventually came to a stop. Able to catch the smirk the other wore, the immortal brings himself to return it, his own lips curling in the exact same manner. He was drained and he knew it, the chance of actually surviving this if the other didn’t decide to give it up, were as slim as ever.  The shade of his eyes had by now shifted from celadon to golden, gleaming faintly until they fell shut, only because Leon struggled not to let the elder have the pleasure of hearing his pained screams. The pressure upon his temples were unbearable, feeling as if his head was about to pop open at any second, almost wishing it would.}