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✧ ➾ ; A laugh came from him, metal prosthesis lightly shining in what little moonlight shone through the window. The blond continued to stare at his opponent, calculating his build quickly in his mind. He was a definite CQC, but so was Ezra.

✧ ➾ ; Question was; who had better training?

✧ ➾ ; " Put me to sleep? Is that all you can say? Yaaaaaaaawn. "

✧ ➾ ; " You should really think of a better catchphrase, y'know. The whole sleep thing is soooooooooo overrated. " The metal limb rose, slamming towards Jeff's side as his arms remained close, as if waiting for him to use a knife.

Amusing. Fucking magic. As if that would surprise Jeff. None of this was making him petrified. No, no. This was only fueling the feeling he had. The feeling of wanting to kill. To seek that beautiful crimson liquid. When this feeling ’ snaps ‘. He becomes a mindless killing machine. Nothing really phases him at all. When he see’s his own blood, that makes him fill up with joy. Excitement is what fuels this human like demon. The excitement of death. It did not matter who you were. You can be an immortal, and Jeff won’t care. As long as he can carve a pretty smile on your face, that’s all he needs.

❝ Scared? You must think of me as a normal minded human! Silly kid. I do not fear something such as you. Demons do not strike fear into me, monsters, and anything of the sort do not strike fear into me. I am the one who strikes fear into anyone I see fit. No matter who you are, I will try to carve a smile on their faces. You should watch how you talk to me, kid. Or i’ll have to put you to fucking sleep. ❞

Simply insane. Laughing at the same time as he spoke to the blond. The other didn’t know who he was messing with. This was going to be really, really f u n.

✧ ➾ ; " Mm, you sure? Many people get lost around the forests near Edenial, going toward Shambuir, so 'm used to escortin' them. Hell, the entire military is. " He laughed lightly, before taking her wrist.

✧ ➾ ; " Where ya headed? I'll lead the way, miss. " He was moreso friendly and helpful, really young and short for a military man. A suboordinate nearby seemed to be at a loss for his higher up's actions, calling out.

✧ ➾ ; ' Lieutenant Drenyl, sir! ' The blond turned, looking up at his suboordinate.

✧ ➾ ; " Mm... Command Sergeant Major Silu. Is somethin' the matter? "

✧ ➾ ; ' Nothing at all, Lieutenant Drenyl, sir. Do you need me to report to Lieutenant Colenol Jyian for you? '

✧ ➾ ; " That'd be great, thanks, Silu. Give him my warm regards, kay? I'll be back within a day or two ---- maybe same day if lucky! "

✧ ➾ ; ' Wouldn't wanna hold you, Drenyl. ' The drop of titles meant that Ezra felt comfortable with the other.

✧ ➾ ; " Have fun with the LC, kay? " Laughing a little, he saluted his suboordinate, before turning to the girl. " Shall we go? "

||♔|| Staring at the male her head shifted another time. His mouth was moving but there was no words coming out. Or atleast she thought. Glancing around herself asami wanted to be sure that he was talking to her and no one else. It would be kinda… weird if he wasn’t. Once realizing he was she raised a hand to her mouth.

" Ah… Wait a moment please! " Yelling hurt her throat so she decided jog over to him. When she was close enough the blonde gave a hearty giggle. " Ehe` I’m sorry for that and I don’t think so… " She was just too scared to say no. She heard some weird stories about kidnapping and stuff like that.

✧ ➾ ; For some reason, he couldn't sense the other ---- was he human or demon? That was unknown to the young hunter, who simply stood there with the same pensive look in his golden tints.

✧ ➾ ; " ... 'm lookin' for somethin'. Well, someone, but technically it isn't a person... " A gloved hand slid a picture from a red coat pocket, sliding it towards the other. " Ever see hide or tail of that guy? It's pretty imperative. "

✧ ➾ ; A large demon covered almost all of the folded up image. Reddish black skin, the hue of dried blood... He dripped blood from his maw and eyes, which were as black as coals. Horns curled like a goat upon his head, his frame large and muscular. A small inscription read ; SATAN. LEADER OF DEMONS.

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        “Hello," Xavier greeted smoothly. "What business do you have here?" 

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i. What do they smell like:  If one were to get close enough to Ezra and smell him, he smells of fresh lime and yellowed book paper.

ii. How do they sleep (sleeping position, schedule, etc.):  He goes to bed early, unless out on a hunt or traveling and searching for Satan. He usually sleeps on his back or side, but during nightmares he tosses and turns often. It's easy to wake him, though.

iii. What music do they enjoy: While he cares not for music, it's easy to soothe his nightmares with lullabies.

iv. How much time do they spend getting ready every morning: He normally spends less than a half an hour, but in emergencies, it takes him five minutes.

v. Their favorite thing to collect: Demon records. Any type of record that a high level demon possesses, Ezra will take. He has records from Asmodeus and Beezlebub (Beezlebub's records was a group effort to get, unlike Asmodeus).

vi. Their religion (if any): Being a hunter and member of the Drenyl Clan, Ezra is religious, but unlike the Drenyl Clan before and his hunter peers, he prefers to not observe it as much while his mind is preoccupied with revenge.

vii. Their favorite tourist things to do when travelling: When traveling, he's constantly searching for Satan, the head demon, but if he were forced to take a vacation and was traveling on leisure, it would surely be trying new foods and participating in local festivals. One year, he played with children in Serpenia's Festival of Life, and even assisted with fixing the fireworks machines.

viii. Their favorite kind of weather: Anything but lightning storms. If he's afraid of anything, it's lightning. (Because metal limbs plus lightning equals pain.)

ix. A weird // obscure fear // insecurity they have: He's absolutely afraid of the Drenyl Clan bloodline dying out, as he's the last one alive.

Let's do a weird headcanon thing.

'm gonna head to bed, hopefully I don't wake up from nightmares.

✧ ➾ ; " !! Tch... " Luckily he had his other leg to swing up, grasping the attacker by the waist and flipping him over, before using the other's bracing knives as a vantage point to gracefully leap off, landing lightly (surprisingly so!) on his mismatched feet.

✧ ➾ ; " What, too scared to face a lieutenant on barehanded? Fine, I'll make it just a tad more even. " Focusing what little magical energy he could gather, he managed to create a blade of sorts that jutted from his arm, serrated in edge and as sharp as shark skin when rubbed the wrong way.

✧ ➾ ; " Blade to blade, then. Just don't cry when I slit your throat open. " Bouncing back and forth, as if sparring with Jeff, he smirked. Nothing betrayed his thoughts or actions, or even future moves from his golden eyes.

✧ ➾ ; It was the Drenyl stance that kept him alive in battles, and if this Jeff didn't know any Drenyls, he'd never known the stance's power and adversity, as well as adaptability.

See? As predicted. Jeff knew this wasn’t going to be an easy kill. So it would have to end up in a brawl, but you should know the outcome of this already. Now, this ’ kid ’ was spouting nonsense. ❝ Don’t ever call me, Smiley, and second of all, my name is Jeff. My career is killing people for fucking fun, you little bitch. ❞

The space between them were distant, but it was not that far. One or the other can lunge at each other, but it was best to take it wisely in this situation. Since the other just said that this was an army base? Well, that didn’t matter to Jeffrey.

❝ You do not need to know how I entered here, kid. ❞

This time it called for two knives. It was time to get serious, and have some excitement. Pulling out the other knife from his bloodied white hoodie. He stared at the other. Eyeing for any sudden movement.

❝ I respect no one you little fucker! I ain’t no kiddo! I’m older than you. If I want you to go to sleep, i’ll fucking make you. ❞

A quick glance here and there at both the blond’s hand and leg. They were both metal. How strange. Shifting his knives to guard himself from those attacks. Grazing the metal with the sharp sides of his blades. He needed to sharpen them anyway. They were getting pretty dull.

✧ ➾ ; " Die!! "

✧ ➾ ; The blond charged at the demon, sending it flying through the air. Taking on a second as well, the two were quickly taken care of and then disposed of. Two down... Millions to go.

✧ ➾ ; The job of the military was not to cause war with the other nations, no, it was to maintain peace and equality between the demons and the spiritual humans.

✧ ➾ ; However, a hundred years ago, Satan came into power and created this war... But such a lesson was in the history books. Noticing a person, the golden tints of the male focused on them a moment. What was he?

✧ ➾ ; " Oi, kid. You lost? "

✧ ➾ ; " Wow... This is a lot lighter... Hm. So is my leg... " Testing his new arm and leg replacements, the blond destroyed all of the ten target dummies at a faster speed than usual. Smirking in his accomplishment, he pulled on his shirt and went back inside, reporting the results to his doctor.

✧ ➾ ; The doctor nodded and kept the older, heavier ones in storage in case Ezra would need them again. While Ezra doubted it, it was very handy.

✧ ➾ ; Usually if one sacrificed one thing in such limbs, they gained another, and sacrificed a second. Sacrifice the weight factor and you gain increased mobility, but the strength was slightly weaker.

✧ ➾ ; That was how the world worked, and boy did Ezra know that. After a quick shower (and removal of metal parts so he could shower properly), he fit himself back into the limbs, dried off and tugged on his uniform and signature coat, before walking right into two people.

✧ ➾ ; " H-Hey! W-What's the meanin' of this!? "

✧ ➾ ; " ?? Mm, yes? " He had calmed down, tears dry and face seemingly devoid of the emotion it had held before. Gloved hands rested on his knees as he propelled himself up, catching an arrow fired accidentally from a military private training.

✧ ➾ ; ' A-Aa! S-Sorry, Lieutenant Drenyl! ' The private seemed nervous. Instead of berating him, the blond smiled lightly and turned around, helping him fix his stance.

✧ ➾ ; " See, when shooting from a distance and not on horseback or while running, it's easier to slide the opposite foot out. Aim for above or below the target, and factor in the wind. You should hit dead center after that. "

✧ ➾ ; Once the arrow flew, thunking straight into the litle red center of the target, the private thanked the lieutenant a lot ---- causing the teen to blush a little and tell him it awas alright. Apologising to the girl as he turned back around, the blond tilted his head.

✧ ➾ ; " Are you lost, ma'am? You seem to be not from here... No offense, but nowhere in all of this world has there ever been a person with pink hair and eyes like that... Sorry. "

               This certainly wasn’t Sakurami City. No, the air itself was far different. Even the activity level was far, far lower than that of the city. And another factor in determining this conclusion was that fact her phone — Her vital diary — had no signal.

                                 Mental curses filled her head — Curses not fit for a fourteen year old like herself.

Observant eyes scanning every detail of the new location, she clutched the device close to her chest — refusing to loosen her grip on it even for a mere moment. 

                        Was Yukiteru okay? Was he in trouble? Was something happening to him? And she wasn't there --

                   Mental screaming in regards to the well-being of her beloved, she kept a composed facade up.                                                        Don’t slip up. 

Yet her aimless wandering (What could she do? This environment was utterly new to her), it seems she came across a male. And his hand was reaching towards the sky.                                                        Why?                                            Nevermind, that isn’t important.

                        “ Excuse me, sir? “                       Her voice was low yet loud enough for him to hear.      It was in a tone that wouldn’t downright shock the man for another being here. 

✧ ➾ ; Jumping out of his way, after pushing the hand off, he made sure to avoid the blade ---- it only nicked a few hair. " Whew, that was close. Hey, smiley, ever think of gettin' a career change? Somethin' like, oh, I dunno... A corpse!? "

✧ ➾ ; Standing there, on the opposite side of the room in naught but boxers and his metal limbs, the blond lieutenant snarled. " How'd you even get in here? Even the privates' quarters are locked up tight from intruders! This is the lieutenans' base! "

✧ ➾ ; Such a disturbing sight before him ---- the other, that is. Go to sleep, huh? How could he? Not with the nightmares of Sariel... Her... No. He couldn't think about such things.

✧ ➾ ; " 'm not goin' to sleep until 'm sure you're takin' a dirt nap yourself, kidd-o. " Metal arm raised in a ready jab, the blond charged. " Learn to respect your higher ups! And stop trespassin' onto military property! "

✧ ➾ ; A swing was given, and to ensure he hit him in some way, the opposite leg was also swung upward.

His whereabouts?

                Unknown.

But that didn’t matter nonetheless.

         Eyes which can never be closed shut, they will remain open until his time has come. Still, that time isn’t soon. Staring blankly at his victim laying down on their bed. It was funny, he was about to commit the same thing, in a place he truly didn’t even know of.

      Digits gripping tightly onto the handle of his blade. He was ready. It was time to take this person’s life. The blond seemed to be having nightmares as it is. Well, this was perfect! Still staring, and staring. Watching.

    Finally! The other had spoke to him. Inching closer to the other as they were on their bed. Now, his hand hovered over the blond’s face. Forcing it down now. Trying to make this silent as possible, but anything can happen. He didn’t know what this person was capable of, which only made this even more excited for the psychotic serial killer.

                              ❝ Shh. ❞ A low whistle of the sort, but he was telling the blond to be quiet. 

                                     ❝ GO TO SLEEP! ❞ Shouting a bit, but trying to be silent in the process. Bring the blade closer to the other’s neck now.

✧ ➾ ; ' So, where ya headed, kid? ' The traveling teen was only twelve or thirteen, sipping a mug of tea as the guy behind the counter asked him such a ridiculous question.

✧ ➾ ; " Edenial. National Hunter's Exams. " Those four words seemed to make the shopkeep gasp, nearly dropping the plate of food he was giving the blond, who began to eat slowly.

✧ ➾ ; ' Edenial for them!? What do you wanna be, kid, a governmental slave? ' A few others who had heard it were making soft noises of agreement with the owner, before Ezra's words cut in, golden hues practically glaring at the man.

✧ ➾ ; " When you watch your entire family die, and then have your sister be ripped to part before your eyes by Satan himself, you would do anything to avenge them, wouldn't you? Now shut up. " That immediately shut everyone up, a woman putting a gentle hand on his shoulder ---- he still had his human limbs.

✧ ➾ ; But alas, that was but a memory. Laying on the grass of Edenial during a small break, the blond was enjoying the fresh warm sun as much as he could. " Hey, Sariel... Are you happy with God? Is he treating you well? "

✧ ➾ ; A gloved hand reached up, clenching lightly like a fist against the sky. " ... I hope he is, sis... I... Sariel... " Dropping his arm to the ground and sitting up, gold obscured gold as tears delicately curved amongst his cheeks.