Topic: Worse than scum.

Martyr · Date: 2016-08-16 06:14 EST

Adorned in a red and gold light armor, Solaris lived in the shadows of the docks, waiting for that beast to show himself. The crimson hood was drawn over his features, Oh, he'd been made well aware of the little deal Daemien had going on with his daughter, and it ended here. He waited, a building over from the vampire's home, waiting for him to return. The second he was in sight, the second he felt his daughter's blood come into range in foreign veins, he'd be sending a blast of pure, raw energy to catch him by surprise. Until he showed himself, Solaris just lay in hiding.

Sure enough, it wasn't outlandish to find the Blood King out by the Docks, not too far away from his home in West End. For the moment, he wasn't hunting. Go figure! He wandered along the Docks, pulling out from between two of the warehouses and made his way to the edge that overlooked the ocean. He was simply out to get a break from Eva and Diana, his beloved little pets. Even though they weren't nearly as irritating as some had been, he still needed to be alone to his own thoughts. Oblivious to the fact that his little alone time would be short lived. As he made it out to the edge of those wooden planks, his brows furrowed. Intuition that only a predatory hunter like himself would likely understand as he suddenly felt like it was him that was being the hunted. Nose lifted to the air, but he smelled nothing but the sea and salty air. It didn't stop the hairs on the back of his neck from rising, however.

Solaris' own nose met the air, he could feel his blood nearby. It was borrowed, and something he hated. It would be one thing if he'd hunted Martyr and taken in, but this was somehow worse. It felt like it was done if only to spite him. His daughter's resistence to him was bad enough, but now she was spiting him by running around with creatures he considered to be bottom feeders. He turned to see Daemien sniffing around, and he abandoned his hidden spot. It would be a matter of time before he was caught, and honestly, he just wanted the vampire dead. He stepped from the shadows and began approaching him, hands fists at his sides.

He kept his gaze on the ocean, but it wasn't the water he was seeing. He was focusing on each of his senses in turn, trusting in a hunter's intuition that something was coming. Something wanted to hurt him, make him prey. His nose took steady breaths, his ears strained to hear. The only thing he could fully rely on was the hairs that stood to attention on his neck that was telling him something was wrong, to remain alert. When Solaris stepped from the shadows, the turn of his head was subtle as he strained to catch a glimpse behind him. The tingling that ran down his spine that told him to turn around and face the predator that was gunning for him. It was that nagging signal at the back of his head that was telling him someone was approaching. And without any notice, the Blood King made a sudden tactical decision to leap over the side of the dock, and dive into the water. If something was going to hunt him, he wasn't going to make it easy.

Watching him flee, Solaris folded his arms over his chest. "Didn't take him for a coward..." he mumbled and leaned over the railing. He was playing a waiting game now, he couldn't stay in the water forever. The cloaked man rubbed at his chin and palmed his face. He swiped at the underside of his eye with his index finger and swallowed hard, staring out into the water as he waited for his prey to surface.

Something Martyr had found out first hand, was the fact that the vampire was anything but a coward. But he also wouldn't let someone come at him from behind. He did surface, but not before the Blood King swam low near the floor and made his way to the shore close to the docks. As well as finding a pointy stick, the best the spearman was going to get as he made his way beneath the wood of the docks above him, creeping at first until he got to the steps that lead toward the docks where he'd once been. Dripping from head to toe, drenched in the scent of the ocean, it wasn't until Solaris was in his sights that a low growl tore from his lips. "Looking for me, sweetheart? I hope you weren't looking for a date," and his arm lifted, holding that sharpened stick like a throwing javelin as his hand whipped forward, sending it flying for the man. It was a jagged stick, unlikely to do anything to the man at all even if he was a human if it even hit him. But it was the right weight and length for him to throw, his expertise being that in the form of spears. It would only be used for a distraction, a means to rush him should the opportunity arise. Purgatory had taught him that when someone was stalking you... it was better to attack then ask questions later.

The spear hit his chest, and he barely budged. He was cool, and collected for the most part, because he knew what to expect. This man had some purified form of his own blood in his system. His own blood, though not drawn yet, was black as night, awful and almost acidic. "Disappointing, and here I thought you wanted to date my daughter..." There was an awful, wicked, sharp-toothed smirk. Wickedness practically radiated off of him, something dark, antagonistic, something that could've very well put him to shame--but maybe not. When Daemien rushed forward, he still didn't budge, save to put up his hand. If he was able to tell, he might notice there was a strange energy surrounding that hand as he waited for him to come close--attempting to snatch him up with that gauntlet covered hand.

"Date? Not sure who your daughter is, pal... But likely she was just something to ***. I don't do courting...," he snarled, probably making matters worse. The reckless Blood King --again, it was his sister that was the smart one-- continued to charge. But the time he saw the estranged energy at the hand of the one who was gunning for him, it was far too late and he was by far too close. Or perhaps it was arrogance that got the best of him, and it tended to do from time to time. Or lack of information on who this **** was. 'Daughter' didn't register as someone significant, he was too heated for battle to recognize the familiar blood he'd grown accustomed to.

Martyr was only at the stage of reaper where she could blast her soul out like a weapon. She was still very young and split in three equal parts. Solaris could actually spread his energy out to his limbs resulting in what appeared to be super human strength. Snatching him up by the collar, Solaris snarled lightly and showed those familiar teeth. "Hm.. I was under the impression that you were bleeding her dry. Didn't figure you to be dipping your stick. Filthy." With that, he'd attempt to slam him effortlessly to the ground.

Martyr · Date: 2016-08-16 06:17 EST

He didn't give the reaper the satisfaction of flailing, only grasped his wrist as he was lifted off the ground. Fear was something you'd never find the eyes of the Blood King, even as he faced something that could quite possibly destroy him. Death, even permanent death, was something the vampire found bittersweet. Only adding fire to the flame, a wicked smile of his stretched like the Joker as he narrowed his gaze at Solaris. The teeth he'd seen on one other and within this vicinity, he could feel --and smell-- the underlying scent that he smelled on Mar the first time he'd met her. "I'm going to go ahead and assume you're Hero's father." A rolling chuckle slipped through his lips, managing to get in final words, "well, her honey pot is quite sweet," before being slammed into the ground. Air left his lungs in a strained gush, seeing stars for a moment as the back of that thick skull cracked against the wooden planks.

Talk of sampling his daughter's honey pot didn't phase him much. He was no over protective father. As it was said, he probably put Daemien to shame in terms of wickedness. In the sense that Daemien might have cared for his daughter, Solaris did not. Martyr was nothing more than a soldier to him as were all of his children. He'd never once in his life loved, he had no tradegy that had made him this way, he just..was. So, no, it didn't bother him that he'd screwed his daughter, he probably wouldn't have cared if he'd violated her, but taking her blood? Taking that essence of power that flowed through her veins, his gift to her? Not okay. Those eyes narrowed down at him as his hand seemed to split open at the palm by his own will. That awful, sickening blood oozed out of him. It was nothing like Martyr's, it was just barely familiar, but it smelled poisonous. As the blood collected on his hand, it began to stretch out and create a weapon. Nothing more than a black dagger. "I'm going to leave you in pieces for her to find.." he said with a wicked grin.

Considering Daemien was a self-made monster, forced by his own hand for the sake of his sister... that was likely true. But no one would ever know that about him. And he didn't let it show by any means. With the man's daughter's blood running through his veins, the Blood King blatantly disrespected him, making a show as his teeth pierced into his own tongue. Oozing into his mouth, he collected a glob of spit and his own daughter's blood as his head lifted from the wooden planks of the Docks to spit that glob in the direction of Solaris' face. His own wicked laughter rang out into the night air as he let a loud, venomous growl of his own slither out of his mouth, as venomous as the reaper's blood making his big and bad show. "Do it," his expression contorted to make him look more animal than man, lips pulling back to snarl and expose those blood-tainted fangs.

The spit hit his face, catching him in the cheek right near his own mouth, "I don't usually eat vampire souls, but damn it if I'm not starving..." Solaris said with a roll of delighted, wicked eyes to the sky. Oh how he laughed, even with the bloody spit on his face. His tongue lashed out at the blood-spit mixture. "My daughter's blood always was too pure.. I'll take care of that once you're out of the picture..." Raising the dagger he moved to strike. It was only then that his body went flying by some unknown force hitting him. It would feel like wind brushing over Daemien's face, but to Solaris? It felt like a train sending him into the railing of the docks. He crashed and hung there for a moment, catching his breath.

Speaking no words in retaliation, an inhuman snarl tore free that seemed to last forever. He was done talking, and had just been about to make a move when the man was flung from him. His head turned, eyes closing momentarily against the wind that snaked over his face before snapping open at the crash from Solaris hitting the railing. He didn't lie there like a wet mop, instead his hands instantly moved beside his head on both sides, legs lifting before he pushed off the ground and landed on his feet in a crouch. His lets straightened, looking around for who --or what-- it was that had just intervened.

The more familiar immortal was standing a mere ten feet away from them, Solaris had been so distracted with the blood that was running through Daemien's veins, that he hadn't noticed hers creeping up. She was coming out of her reaper-face stage, violet eyes shifting back, hand still outstretched from where she blasted him. A pink and white sundress laced her fragile form, her feet were bare, and her hair was blowing in the salty wind. She let her hand drop, having a serious oh *** face going on as her bottom lip quivered lightly. "G-get out of h-here," she whispered.

Hazels stared at Martyr, darting back to the reaper that had very nearly ended him. "No," he said simply. He never ran, never played the coward. And of all people, he damn well wouldn't let her play Hero for him. "Why don't you get out of here?" A snarl tore free, and it was blatant on his features that the stubborn beast wasn't going to move. If Mira couldn't get him to, it was unlikely the sweet reaper could. He'd stopped listening to reason long ago.

There was a furrow of her brow, and then a little grunt. She'd opened her mouth to speak, but her father seemed to be up and on the move. He seemed to flicker, once against the railing and now standing behind Martyr. "Now, now, Caia," he said with a smile. "I'll deal with you in a moment," casually as he grabbed her by the back of her neck and threw her as if she was nothing less than a tennis ball--right over his shoulder. Martyr hit the side of a warehouse and then met the ground with a solid grunt. "Forgive my daughter, she can be so rude..." he said with a tisk of his tongue to teeth. "Now, where were we?"

He didn't see flicker of the disappearance, but he caught it when he moved behind Martyr. A snarl tearing through him as he snagged and threw the reaper like she was nothing more than a handball. That's MY juicebox, thank you. He witnessed out of the corner of his eye the impact Mar made to the warehouse, holding back a wince. That's gotta hurt... Oh well, he was now face to face with Solaris again, and he glanced around. There was a water pipe the was rusted, and seemed easy to tear free if he could reach it. Considering it was near the roof, it would likely prove to be difficult, but he'd manage. Agility wasn't his best strong suit, but he was fully capable as he turned quickly, breaking into a sprint as he made leap after leap, placing a foot on one building only to leap to the other. His hands pushed him further as he used his strength and momentum to carry him up the walls on both buildings like a ping pong ball until he made it to the roof. The last jump was toward the area that the metal bar was jutting out of, slightly bent from damage and rust. When he made the leap, his feet connected to the building in unison, hands clasping around the bar as he pushed off at the last moment. The metal bar snapped as he flung himself backwards, flipping back before he landed back to the ground in a crouch. The metal pipe, now rusted and jagged on one end was clutched in his palm. Even if it wouldn't do much to the reaper, he felt much more comfortable with a weapon of any kind in his hand.

Martyr · Date: 2016-08-16 06:19 EST

Solaris watched him, but made no move. He'd allow the vampire to arm himself, but no change would make its way onto his expression. When he finally landed, the reaper moved like a calculated serial killer. He walked slowly towards him, an unseen energy radiating off of his balled fists. He bent down and lifted his blood dagger from the ground and moved forwards.

Martyr lay on the ground, and yes, it did in fact hurt. She hissed lightly, her shoulder looked like it was hanging on by a thread of muscle beneath her flesh. There was a bone sticking out of her ankle, and a pretty large cut on her forehead. That was the first to disappear, closing itself up as she gripped her arm with the good hand. Snap! She grunted and growled beneath her breath as it worked itself out in there.

Fearless, or perhaps just reckless and stupid, as the reaper made his way up to the Blood King, he was making his own steps toward Solaris. Lips curled in a snarl as he tossed the metal bar in the air, catching it again as the jagged end now pointed behind him instead of in front. Heat of battle and bloodlust was apparent in the vampire's gaze as it bore onto the reaper, making no hesitant steps as he aimed to meet Solaris in the middle.

The fearlessness was something he admired, and if he thought for a second he'd ever be able to control the blood king, he might've kept him around. The awful man was more likely to go after his twin, though. He couldn't help but enjoy breeding with any species he could to try and make the most powerful offspring he possibly could. The mothers never usually lived, though. There was another flicker as Daemien walked, and the reaper stood behind him. A booted foot raised up, and he was all but attempting to sparta kick the blood king in the back. The force, if it landed, would likely send him flying.

The Blood King wouldn't likely be controlled, the closest that you could get was along the lines of how Mar had him on a leash. But even then, he was still using the reaper. It was undetermined who really had who on a leash at this point. If it came to light or fruition that he would go after Mira, he'd have not only Daemien and those associated with the Blood King, but the Crimson Dusk itself. It wouldn't be a smart decision even with the reaper's standing. Powerful could still be smothered by numbers. Daemien already knew that. As Solaris flickered and ended up behind him, the hairs on the back of his neck and his own senses was able to pick up on it. He managed to move out of the way by ducking under the leg, landing in a crouch before he lifted once the reaper's leg was up in the air. Twisting at the torso as he spun around, aiming to drive the jagged pipe into the side of the reaper's knee cap.

Unfortunately, he was brutal and smart. Smart enough to know to take down the numbers first. That's what happened with Aviana's mother's race. He practically mad them extinct, keeping exactly two around. He wasn't dumb enough to go after something without making it safe first. When he moved out of the way, Solaris smiled, and smiled deeper when he managed to land a hit. The pipe made its way through his knee, and he didn't seem to react to the pain. Martyr would've uttered a whimper, but not him. He didn't feel pain, couldn't feel it. Raising his hand, he sent a blast of energy that made Martyr's look like nothing right towards the man.

In order to get to Mira, he'd have to fight a siren, a god, a Blood King, War's son and however many siblings that join that fight. It wouldn't be easy, that's for damn sure. There was a sickening sound when the pipe slid through the reaper's knee, but he let out a growl of irritation when Solaris didn't seem phased at all. Not even a peep or utter from the man, and from a vampire who enjoyed inflicting pain on others, he wasn't pleased about it. He managed to twist and spin on his feet... unfortunately only to be met head on with a blast was nothing like Mar's little mishap the night they'd... played checkers. He was blown back by the impact, flailing limbs and well off the ground, with probably more damage done to him than he'd even know yet as he landed on his back, tumbling and rolling to the edge of the dock, skidding to a halt.

Phoenix could feel pain, Emlen could, and Martyr could--high as their tolerance was. The only Slane with a low tolerance was Speck. She was a screamer. Solaris had long forgotten what it was like to feel a sting of pain. He had no reminder of humanity when he'd lost that. Yanking the pipe free of his limb, without so much as flinching, the immortal tossed the pipe aside and scoffed lightly. He was satisfied with his work as he stalked forwards. He was stopped in his tracks as Martyr came skidding out in front of him.

"S-solaris..." she whispered. "Y-you c-can't.. I w-w-won't let you," she hissed, swallowing hard.

That blasted had shaken up the Blood King's world, and rattled his brain more than a little. The impact and tumble weed action that had gone on left him feeling like he'd been hit by a MAC truck head on at top speed. Though still conscious, his vision was blurred and hazy, as he must've hit his head pretty hard along the way. That was when he heard his concerned little pet full of fierce worry in his head. Damien... what's going on, are you okay? What was that?! Stay out of it, Eva. Stay home. That's an order. The connection was faint, distant to the Blood King as he rolled with a groan, lifting himself enough to prop himself on an elbow. That hazel gaze lifted to where Martyr was trying to play Hero again and a growl tore free of him. "You're a *** idiot, Hero. I'm not worth risking yourself over." He must've hit his head very hard to say something like that, the little hint of how he views himself. Scum...

"D-don't s-say that..!" she said with a shake of her head. "I'd r-risk m-myself over an ant...are y-y-you saying you're n-not worth m-more than an ant?! That's s-silly!" she yelped and tore off her pendant. There was a vial, a small vial of blood on it. She tossed it back to him as best she could. Though it was a Martyr toss... So... Might have to crawl for it, buddy. A hand came up as if she were going to pull some fancy ***, but she knew he'd deflect her soul energy with ease now that he saw it coming. She'd have to rely on what Nazareth gave her, what he couldn't do much against.

Martyr · Date: 2016-08-16 06:21 EST

Words only faintly met his rattled brain, but all he caught was you're not worth more than an ant? "No..." he muttered, shaking that dreadlocked head as he caught the soaring vial in the air... no where near him. He snickered, shaking his head and wincing at the pain that had arose from that simple gesture. Who knows what else was *** up in him. He hated... hated the idea of crawling for anything, nevermind her blood... he was prideful, stubborn. But it called to him in this weakened state, the powerful urge of that regenerating blood. And dammit, if he was going to die it was going to be with a snarl on his face, not a dazed and confused out-of-it look. So he slowly pulled together strength to army crawl, letting out a growl as he looked back to his knee that was off-set to the side. The blood will fix that... And he half-crawled-half-dragged himself toward that vial.

Martyr winced at his answer, "Y-you are..." she whispered, looking back at him. Dang it, I threw it too far... There were many things she was. A hero, a warrior, a mother... She wasn't someone that could watch someone crawl for her blood and not get distracted and want to help. That was her downfall. Solaris flickered in front of her, gripping that pretty throat and slamming her into the ground. As he seized her, he glowered down.

"Stay. Put." Solaris snapped, that dagger altering in his hand. It looked more like a stunted flag pole at that point. He lifted it high into the air and rammed it right through her abdomen, and through the ground beneath her.

The immortal shrieked painfully, her nails raking against the ground as she writhed painfully. Her hand came up, and she gave him another blast. Solaris, not having expected it from the wounded immortal, went flying backwards, away from Daemien. Crawl, bitch, crawl!

The vampire had made it about half way to the vial, seeing Mar looking at him as he snarled, "Dammit, you *** idiot, pay attenti-..." Too late. She was snatched and slammed into the ground. Daemien didn't keep watching as a snarl tore through him and he worked harder and faster to crawl toward the vial. It was the sound of the blade tearing through the Hero's abdomen and sticking into the ground that had him glancing back, and then Solaris was coming for him. Not today, ***. He grit his teeth as he felt the pressure and pain of his dislocated leg as he pushed himself toward that vial, not even looking back at the sound of Solaris being blasted. Determination and anger forced the Blood King forward, and he finally made it to that vial. He rolled onto his side, pulling off the top and knocked back the vial, letting the blood slither on his tongue and down his throat. He pulled his leg up, gritting his teeth as the tips punctured his bottom lip, using the heel of his hand to knock the kneecap into place. A snarl left him as he felt the blood take over, doing it's job as his head started to clear, easing the possible concussion he'd had along with the pain of his knee easing up.

Solaris hit the side of a building and growled lightly. Martyr was getting stronger, but she wasn't quite there yet. She was distracted, her care for others kept her from being what she was truly meant for. He was hoping she'd get there on her own, but it seemed as if his eyes were opened today. Martyr's hands gripped around the metal and she attempted to pry it upwards, but that thing was in there. She looked around frantically from Solaris to Daemien. "P-please..." she whispered. "G-go," bearing blood coated, sharp teeth at him.

As he felt the vial of regenerative blood fix what damage the energy blast had done, he slowly rose to his feet. There was a brand new ferocity in the eyes of the Blood King as he turned around, eyes that had been were now tinged with crimson himself from the bloodlust brought on by rage. Teeth bared as lips curled upward, letting out a snarl that signified that the vampire was brought into his primal instincts. "Shut up, Hero." Stalking steps brought him where Martyr was, those crimson-tinged hazels staring unblinkingly at Solaris as he leaned down, curling his hand around the blade that was driven through her abdomen. With a jolting yank, the strength of the Blood King tore it free from the ground and her abdomen, though not without effort put behind it, the muscles that contorted beneath the skin was proof enough how far Solaris had buried in both the girl and ground alike. "Get up," he snarled to Martyr, standing nearly over her with that piercing gaze on Solaris until she healed. If she healed. He frankly didn't know what the blade was or what it did, but it was in his hand now.

The immortal wished she could explain it to him, but she didn't know either. When he tore the blade free, she let out a soft grunt, and once again clawed at the ground. A deep breath filled her lungs as the hole in her stomach began sewing itself back up. Then he was demanding that she get up, and so she did. Slowly, she pushed herself to her feet with a grunt, wide eyes looking between him and Solaris now a hand up ready to blast him all over again.

Solaris steadied himself and righted his bones as he stared over at the two. Blood dripped from his hand as he created yet another weapon.

Daemien's gaze didn't once leave Solaris, though he felt Mar lift herself from the ground next to him. Fingers uncurled, then curled again around the blade in his hand, the weapon drawn from the reaper's blood. It felt strange in his hand, mainly for knowing that fact. A snarl tore from his lips as his knees bent, freshly healed, ready to strike if Solaris made a move. "Aren't you tired of your daughter flinging you about yet?" He snickered, gripping that blade tight.

Martyr · Date: 2016-08-16 06:24 EST

The pull of his King in danger brought the Ashen running. He'd arrived no longer than a few days ago, waiting for an opportune moment to bring himself to the mercy of Daemien. Being in his Alpha's vicinity, he felt that stomach churning moment that he'd been attacked, that call that the King likely hadn't even known he'd made to his previous adviser. He'd climbed easily up the side of one of the warehouses, a pale flash against the darkness of the night as he'd stalked from roof to roof, keeping himself hidden in the shadows. He reached the edge of the roof, stretching the fabric of the business casual suit as he leaned over the edge. The sight of Daemien struck fear into his heart, not recognizing the girl with him but they were looking defensively at a man that had the hairs rising on the back of his own neck. Using stealth to silently draw his own blade from the inside of his suit jacket, looking much like an elongated throwing knife as he pulled his arm back, a flick of his arm sending the blade soaring toward the soft neck of Solaris, twirling through the air at almost blinding speed.

The fairer immortal's lips pressed together in a tight line, and she stared with wide eyes as she took her spot next to the blood king. She had to ignore the fact that her dress was messed up and torn now, because that just made her sad. Her hand was up and steady, ready to strike if she needed to. "My sweet little Martyr," he said with a smile on his face. "Get away from that filthy creature," his hand extended for her. Solaris took a single step forwards, and Martyr inched her way in front of Daemien.

"If I c-come w-with y-you, w-will you leave h-him alone...?" she asked with a wide-eyed gaze.

"Come now, he's hardly even a person...but yes, for you? Anything..." Then there was a dagger soaring through the air, it pierced his neck and his eyes widened. There was no pain as it stuck in there, but he felt himself choking on his blood. He wrapped his hands around it as he fell to a knee, and then began to slowly attempt to pull it out.

Calling him a filthy creature didn't phase him in the least, it paled in comparison to what he thought of himself, anyhow. His stance didn't change but when he reached out that hand, a snarl tore from his lips. It was Martyr's question that had him growling louder, hazels tinged with crimson ticking over to her. "What the hell are you doing?" He could already tell this man didn't give a damn about his daughter, and the vampire wasn't worth her surrendering to him. "Don't..." he'd started, and it wasn't until the blade was soaring through the air that he realized that another was within the vicinity, distracted by Solaris and Martyr's obsessive need to be the hero. That head swiveled to where the blade came from, and that's the moment it hit him. He knew by smell and feel alone who that was.. a soul that he hadn't seen in well over 2 centuries, had it not been for the fact that the bond remained to the two, he'd assumed the vampire to be dead. "Benjamin..." he muttered, shaking his head quickly as he looked to Solaris who was now doubled over.

By the time the blade was flung through the air, the Ashen was making his descent quickly down the building, climbing halfway before leaping to his feet. Landing in a crouch, he straightened, but instead of making a slow walk.. he rushed. Quickly. Speed on his side, he made a quick approach as fast he possibly could and used the opportunity of the creature's choking on his own blood to attempt a lunge... his aim being to not only bull rush into him from the side, but to pull a revolver from the back of his suit and aim at the reaper, pressing the barrel to his head. That was the goal, at least.

Those wide eyes watched on in horror as Solaris fought to get the blade from his throat. She looked at Benjamin, as he darted forth, and her eyes widened. "H-he's a f-f-friend of y-your's?" she asked with wide eyes. Feasting upon her bottom lip she took a few hasty breaths, "P-please d-d-don't g-get t-too c-close..." she mumbled out, watching the man press the barrel to Solaris' head. She watched his throat heal up as he examined the blade closely.

"Now let's not get too hasty here," he began. "Can't a father defend his innocent daughter from someone who is obviously manipulating her? What would you do in this situation, my man?"

".... I..." His mouth snapped shut, not sure how to answer that question. He had been. He'd been his most loyal and faithful kin, his sole successor, and only male vampire that had Daemien hadn't had to put down out of a bad reaction to his blood. He'd learned through trial and error that women took better to him and his blood than men, Ben had been his only successful turn. "... He's one of mine.. Like Eva..." it was barely audible as he seemed to stare at Ben like he was seeing a ghost. He was more in shock at the sudden arrival of the coward, unable to feel the anger in him for the time being.

The answer to Solaris' question was simple to him. His expression was blank, cold as he stared at the reaper who he was holding the revolver to. His voice was unwavering, and surprisingly bold compared to the fear that was hidden beneath the surface. "... Protect my King..." as the finger pressed to the trigger squeezed, shooting two .44 magnum rounds from the Smith & Wesson 629 revolver in his hand. Double tap.

"One of y-yours? R-really?" she asked with eyes wide as she stared at Benjamin just as he readied himself for the kill. Solaris was probably one of the few people she had no faith in. Still, she couldn't watch. So when he squeezed the trigger, she uttered a little noise and quickly spun away, a hand cupping her mouth. She took in a deep breath and swallowed hard. This was her chance though, she had to take it. Turning back to Benjamin, her eyes were black as night, full on reaper face as sharp teeth beared. "G-get away from him... P-please.."

The bullets entered Solaris' brain and his eyes snapped wide as his body crumpled to the ground, seemingly lifeless. Though the bullets were silently working their way from his skull. Black blood pooled out from his almost-corpse.

The Blood King nodded slowly to her question, "... a long time ago." With the sudden shock of seeing his long-gone adviser and old friend, the crimson that had tinged those hazels with angry bloodlust slowly returned to their natural color. For whatever reason.. he'd suddenly lost his appetite. His jaw tensed slowly, the muscle working as he ebbed away from the shock, his gaze narrowing. He wanted to tear him to pieces for what he did... he wanted to turn him into a blood splatter on the wall, but after what he just did, he couldn't bring himself to. Not yet. Not tonight. He turned his piercing gaze upon Martyr, seeing the display of her reaper as he furrowed his brows. "What are you going to do?" He had a feeling... but he couldn't be sure. She couldn't watch him take a bullet but she can eat him?

Martyr · Date: 2016-08-16 06:27 EST

The 6'1" vampire, who was lanky in frame with not much for defining muscle, not that it could be seen beneath the navy suit he was wearing. He lifted himself from where he'd pounced on Solaris, the revolver hung on a single digit as it twisted, dangling by the trigger bar. Shoulder length, straight black hair that framed a face that was nearly as pale as Boo's, long in structure and angular, leaving shadows in his eye sockets that looked like bruises. And well... he looked dead. The stilled heart would only prove that. His purely crimson gaze turned to Daemien, swallowed hard as he stared at him, forcing himself to hold back his fear. Those eyes shifted to Martyr, a slow nod that mimicked the Blood King as a french accent spilled from his lips. "As you wish," he murmured, stepping over the corpse as he moved away from it, a sidelong glance to his Alpha who was likely baring down on him with his own eyes.

The immortal didn't like watching anything die, but she'd long ago given up on her father. A father who decapitated her mother, and--little to her knowledge, cut the baby out of her womb and raised it in his morbid way. Pumped her full of his own blood, and forced her to grow up faster than nature should've allowed. This was a monster, but no... No, she couldn't eat him. The reaper could, though. She nudged him lightly and pushed him so that he was flat on his back before taking a deep breath. She knelt down, trying to summon whatever it took to finally finish this. If she ate his soul, that would be the end of it. She could bury his empty corpse and he'd not be able to do a thing to get free. Come on... You can do this...

The Alpha's eyes bore heavily onto his ex-adviser, a blank expression that was cold and relentless as he stared blatantly. The only hint of irritation was the tension in his jaw. Mainly because he didn't trust Solaris to not get up, he forced his gaze to tear free from Benjamin, slowly shifting to watch Martyr. He knew very well how Martyr's blood worked, and he assumed this man was the reason for it. His jaw was taut as he stared at her, watching her possibly summoning the courage to take the soul from her father. Part of him question of she could do it, a larger part of him hoped she would. As a father himself, even as the monster he was --or portrayed himself to be-- he still cared for his own daughter. As horribly as he saw himself, this creature was far worse than he could ever be. Had someone spoken to him about Pandora as he'd spoken of Martyr, he would've torn them to pieces on principle. This is no father, just a user. Even with his own daughter holding the box that could've destroyed all worlds, he shunned the idea of using her for power.

Benjamin strode off to the side, not leaving but waiting for a moment where he could speak to his King. He didn't find it appropriate to just walk away after this, but the way his King turned from him to watch the girl, now was not the time for conversation. He'd waited this long to be face to face with Daemien again, he could wait a few moments more. He slipped the revolver into the back of his suit before his arm fell to his side, the other moving across his torso to clasp a pallid hand around his bicep.

Martyr didn't grow up knowing him, though she had no memory of her childhood either way. Her mother raised her, not that her mother was much better, but at least she put the safety of her people and her village above everything. Solaris wanted to dominate, Clara wanted to stop him. Nice how that worked out. "F-forgive m-me," she whispered before the black veins spread throughout her body. She took in a deep breath and opened those pretty black holes, only to see his own staring back at her and full of life, teeth bearing at her.

Martyr shrieked in a predatory way, but he reached out and grabbed her throat. "Stupid girl..." Snap. For the record, it wasn't as cute when he did it... "You hesitated because you're a weak, pretty thing..." Eyes fell shut as a blast of energy raw energy left his body, seeming to explode in all directions. If they didn't move fast, they'd be hit, depending on if they were within ten feet of the not-so-dead corpse.

There was only a moment's notice when those eyes snapped open, a snarl tearing through the Blood King's throat as he started forward. This guy was just getting annoying to Daemien at this point, his refusal to stay dead. Even though he was relatively sure that was how many felt about him. He'd been put down a multitude of times, only to end up back in the Hunting Grounds and soon after his way back to Midgard. "Fool," he snarled, starting forward as he gripped that blade once more at least until another blast hit him. He was just barely in the vicinity, stepping over the line of that radius. I knocked him back, forcing him to skid along the wooden planks of the Docks as another gush of air left his lungs from the impact.

Benjamin had been nowhere in that vicinity, only moving when he saw Daemien move forward and the girl drop as her neck was snapped by the man he'd shot twice in the head with a .44 magnum. This is wrong... that should've killed him... Those bullets were nothing to mess with, but somehow that man was still alive. He didn't have the knowledge of what the man was like Daemien now did. His hand came up when Daemien got flung backwards, a hiss leaving him as he felt his long raven locks shift in the excess wind caused by the blast but remained unharmed. The girl was already dead so he rushed to his King's side. "Daemien," he called, kneeling beside the Blood King as his head turned in Solaris' direction, trying to assist in getting the alpha up.

The immortal's body ragdolled along the docks, opposite of Daemien. She stopped just at the edge, a single arm hanging off. Her neck snapped back into place after a moment, and those pretty eyes opened, confusion settling in on those features. How...? Daemien... She pushed up on her arms, only to collapse back down, her face meeting the wood as she winced. I'm sorry... I'm not strong enough...

Solaris stood to his feet and dusted himself off. There was a long stare at Daemien and the one who shot him, one that said, I'm coming back for you. A scoff later, and he moved after Martyr, grabbing her by the back of her dress and lifting her like she were a piece of luggage.

He snarled as Ben came to his side, shoving his helpful hands away as he slowly gained his footing and stood. He was unsteady, battered but the blood of the vial was healing the ribs that had cracked from the impact against the wood. His hazels narrowed at Solaris, saying none less than I'll be waiting. His brows furrowed as he watched the man lift Martyr, a snarl tearing through. What was he going to do? Throw her into the water? Take her? He didn't like the idea of the reaper taking his juicebox much.

The Ashen winced at his hands behind pushed away, keeping them closed as he watched Daemien get to his feet on his own, his own crimson gaze following to where Solaris was lifting Martyr. His hand made a move behind his back like he was going for his revolver again. It gave us a few moments before... He had confidence he could hit him in the back of the head, his aim nearly flawless with that sole gun at this point.

The immortal hung there for a moment, not doing much. In her head, she was throwing a great pity party. If I had been faster... If I didn't hold back... Maybe he'll make me less of a baby... Maybe I won't be a damsel in distress anymore... It was pretty ridiculous the way her arms dragged along the ground while Solaris walked. Turning to look at Daemien's little helper, he raised an eyebrow, almost daring him to pull that gun.

His eyes narrowed dangerously at Solaris, that upper lip curling to expose those hazardous teeth. His hand snapped out to grasp Ben's hand, shaking his head slowly. "Don't." He knew already what kind of father this man is. She's nothing but a tool to be used to him. And he didn't like the daring look he was giving Benjamin.

Ben's gaze drifted to Daemien, brows furrowing as his arm was stopped from pulling out the gun. He was reluctant, but complied as he slowly let his hand fall away from the gun's grip. "You're going to let him take her?" it was a hushed whisper laced with his french accent. A soft slur of words caused by teeth that he hadn't mastered fully to talk around like his King had. He was troubled between wanting to show faith in his King and get back in his good graces and honor that wanted to save the damsel in distress.

"You pull that trigger, and you're only going to hit her." His own hushed whisper, barely audible as he pulled his hand away from Ben's arm. "If I was him, that's what I'd do." He heaved a sigh through his nose, shrugging. He was cornered here, and he knew it.

Those violet eyes stared down at her dragging knuckles. I have to do something, I can't give up... I won't give up. Eyes fell shut for a moment, and she tried to summon back up her energy.

Solaris laughed lightly at the two, he couldn't hear what was being said, but he understood. "You're not as stupid as you look... Now, if you bottom feeders don't mind. I'll be on my way..."

Within the depths of her apartment, Speck was sitting in the dark. Contemplating on if she wanted to take a long-needed nap. Phoenix was out in the forest, fresh after a hunt. The two of them seemed to feel it in unison. They both hit the ground and screamed in pain, it was significantly harder on Speck than it was Phoenix as their souls were stolen right from their bodies. Souls that they'd made their own, but never really belonged to them. Speck lasted longer than Phoenix, fought it harder, but in the end, they were both lifeless with wide, black holes for eyes. Barely breathing, not moving. The weak little heartbeat was the only signal that they weren't going to rot.

Martyr · Date: 2016-08-16 06:29 EST

His jaw was so tense, teeth gritting so hard that he questioned if they were going to shatter at any moment. His fists were balled at his sides, nails digging into the palms of his hands nearly until blood was drawn. He thought he was a monster... he thought he was scum... but this one man... was filth. Even the malicious Blood King had limits to who he would torment. His own daughter being one of them. The taste of bile filled his mouth as his eyes never left Solaris, turning his head to spit the taste from his mouth. He said nothing, because there was a significant possibility that whatever said to Solaris would be turned on Mar. For the second time in however many days it had been since he had last... he pitied the reaper girl.

There was an internal battle going on in the Ashen's head, that need to stop Solaris and save Martyr, but he knew he was far outmatched and would likely be torn to pieces. If Daemien didn't stand a chance to his man... he was nothing but an ant to him. He'd succeeded with the gun once, but even he knew now that it was by catching the man off guard. Do as your King told you... don't disappoint him again...

And then in unison... both vampire's felt a shiver down their spine, the hairs on the back of their necks standing to attention.

Solaris liked that look. That look on someone's face when they knew that they'd been beaten. He lived for it. So caught up in his satisfaction, so caught up with keeping that fat smile on his face as he waved and said good-bye, that he didn't notice that Martyr's own energy was going off the charts. Her eyes opened, the color of each split into three. Violet, Gold, and Silver. Suddenly, she was a mixture of the three. Brutality, Compassion, and Power. She stretched out her legs to get some amount of footing, and then grabbed him by the bottom of his shirt. It was a quick yank and he was stumbling forwards. When Solaris lost his footing, she gained hers. Following through she grabbed with both hands and span, launching him into, and through a nearby building.

He couldn't deny the tingling sensation down his spine, a hunter's intuition perhaps... or maybe it was an effect from a powerful reaper alone that had goosebumps rising along his tanned arms. Though he didn't ignore the feeling, a low rumble of a growl reverberated through his chest and vibrated up his throat until it pool on his tongue. There was only a few people that the Blood King genuinely hated, Solaris quickly having made that list. Glaring hazels snapped wide when it seemed Martyr had gotten fed up with being a suitcase, straightening herself and then... blasted the newly found enemy into --then through-- a building. Through the anger displayed on his face, a wicked smile spread. Good girl, Hero.

The struggling vampire hadn't quite been as composed as his Master, fingers that he kept curled and balled into his palm to keep then from trembling as crimson eyes darted from Daemien to Solaris and Mar. But it was the girl retaliating against the man and sending him flying that he heaved a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. A glance shot toward Daemien like can we do something now?

Shoulders raised up, fists were balled tight, and she breathed heavily. Black veins ran along her body as those tri-colored eyes stared over at the two vampires. She looked like she'd gone feral in that moment, but mostly...? She was mad. Her body flickered in and out of existance for a moment, and then she turned away from them both, heading straight for that warehouse that Solaris was surely recovering inside of.

His gaze met hers as his brows lifted. He hadn't noticed the eyes before, but his vision was crystal clear, giving him full view even in the moonlight that her eyes were three different colors. He had no clue what that meant, and he gave her a questionable look when that angry expression was turned on them. Regardless, and perhaps a bit reckless, when she moved off to go after Solaris again, he nodded to Ben and followed after her. Perhaps he wanted to see the damage for himself, or wondering if she was now going to tear the man apart. Here's to hoping curiosity didn't kill the cat this time.

He didn't know Martyr like Daemien did, this being the first time he'd met her. The eyes didn't effect him as he didn't know if they'd always been that way. But he noticed the feral look in her, a feeling he remembered well. His King's nod of approving they follow her was cleared, and he followed the alpha after the reaper.

Moving in through the hole she'd made, Martyr's eyes scanned the warehouse. Solaris was in there, creating a scythe with his blood. The base was pressed against the ground and he used it to rise up off of that scrap metal that had gone through his torso. He grunted and tossed the weapon away, and it landed not too far from Martyr's feet. She moved for it as he doubled over to heal. Lifting the scythe Martyr twirled it effortlessly. "We took a vote," Martyr spoke softly. "It's time for you to die, Solaris."

He didn't know what the hell had gotten into the girl, but whatever had... he had to see what was going to happen next. He followed after her, just in time to see the scythe being picked up and spun over her head. The arrogance in her voice that he hadn't ever expected to hear from her. He had a skeptical look on his face, stuck between doubt and hoping that she was going to finally end it. Do it. He remained quiet, not wanting to utter a word to possibly snap her out of whatever mindset had triggered this new Martyr. The smile that came when she said it was time for the man to die was that familiar smile to rival the devil.

Ben wasn't far behind Daemien in approaching, witnessing the scythe being spun like a baton over the girl's head. The words that told him she was going to kill the man named Solaris. His crimson hues lifted to Daemien, thinly lined raven brows furrowing at the smile on his face. What's happened to you, King...

Solaris snickered, apparently he was loving this new Martyr, too. "My dear, you have just risen in value..." he told her. "However," he waved his hand and the scythe above Martyr's head turned to ash. She looked up at her hands and then dropped her arms to her sides. "I can't very well use it if you end up killing me... So I'm afraid... I'm going to have to knock you down from that pedestal you've decided to place yourself upon.. So my dear---"

"ENOUGH!" Martyr said, flickering in front of him and ramming her fist into his face. She snatched him by the collar and threw him into a wall. Apparently, she'd had enough of his ***. Her toes didn't even seem to be touching the floor as she moved over to where he landed. She lifted him up by the neck of his cloak. A snarl tore through her mouth as the souls inside of her began picking at his. He barked out a snarl as he began to struggle.

He actually had to put an effort in not rolling his eyes. He was getting tired of the man's speeches. He liked to taunt just as much as the next guy, but there was a limit to the speech fest that he preferred. Mar's yell snapped his attention back to what was going on, nearly boring into her back as he watched her attack Solaris and throw him around like a rag down. Just under his breath, was his own wicked laughter. He was perhaps enjoying this a bit too much, perhaps. The snarl that spilled from her mouth sent involuntary shivers down his spine, even though he remained fearless. His senses were picking up on her power, and the pain in the ass now turned into a hefty asset. He watched, wondering if this girl was just about to gain respect from the Blood King after all.

Martyr · Date: 2016-08-16 06:30 EST

Ben... well the Ashen merely stood there. Frozen in both fear and wonder as he watched the events fall into place. He had no idea what was going on, who she was... who Solaris was... he felt like a bystander in this moment, and that's exactly what he was. He couldn't ignore the shivers that spread over his body, forcing himself from trembling through will power alone. Don't display fear... he'll sniff it out... and you'll lose your chance..

There was no excitement in what she was doing, but there was satisfaction. She was feeding from him, bit by bit and piece by piece. The energy in the room began to shift from Solaris, to Martyr.

A twitching hand raised and he screamed his annoyance. Fingers grasped her face and he shoved from the wall, flipping the tables as he slammed her head into the wall. Once, twice, three times. "Idiot!" he snarled. "Did you really think you could beat me?! If I hadn't put so much work into you, I'd kill you right now, you weak," slam, "Idiotic!" slam, "Useless little vermin!" Slam, slam. Martyr stilled there against the wall, "I'm going to make you watch as I kill your little bottom feeder friends," he hissed.

Martyr's eyes fell shut, and there was an explosion of energy as the souls left her body. It slammed him back, and left her clattering to the floor. After a moment, he lifted himself up and began to stalk towards her, but soon he dropped to a knee clutching his chest. She'd drained him... The floor near him opened up into a black hole that rivaled Martyr's reaper eyes. Solaris sank through it, and disappeared. The portal itself began to stretch towards Martyr.

He'd stood there, watching and waiting for what happened next. A snarl tore free of him when he witnessed the tables turned, starting forward before he felt a hand on his shoulder, and whisper to his ear. "Not yet, sire." His teeth gritted as he held back, holding back a wince as he witnessed Mar's head slam to the wall. Once.. twice... three times... more.. Hatred in his gaze bore into the back of Solaris, for the sheer principle of what this man was. It's pretty sad when someone as the Blood King finds you to be worse than he, to be worse than scum itself. But that's exactly what he saw in Solaris. A growl tore through when Solaris said he was coming for them next, shrugging off Ben's hand before he started forward. He didn't get very far when Solaris was blasted back, a wicked laugh spilling from his own snarling lips. "Guess she's not done yet, you piece of ***," he watched as Solaris dropped to his knees, striding slowly over... only to see the floor open beneath the knelt man and sucked him into it. The sight of that portal opening towards Martyr had his gaze shifting to the reaper. He'd stood back as he allowed Solaris walk off with her last time, but he wasn't going to put up with it now. Solaris was right, she'd just upped herself in value. For selfish reasons alone, he was nothing but a flash of movement, moving faster than the portal as he aimed to snag Martyr around the waist, crouching as he ran to grab her.. and like a charging bull --unless stopped-- he'd be breaking them through the wall and into the night air.

It wasn't Solaris controlling the portal. It was one of his servants, and there wasn't much they could do from where they were to stop him. The portal moved faster, but when he charged out of the building, it shrunk back and fizzled out of sight. Martyr's skull dripped that valuable vital as it pieced itself back together. She was limp in his arms for the time being.

The sisters gasped inward at the same time, waking up as their souls were returned to their bodies. They were tired, but otherwise, they were okay.

He'd turned in the midst of his charging, tucking his head as he rammed on through with his shoulder. On the other side, his shoulder ached from the impact, perhaps even fractured but that vial she'd thrown to him before still coursed through him. After a moment, the ache residing as he held the limp reaper. Slow pants tore from his nostrils making them flare as he glanced down to her. His expression contorted some at the realization he'd pulled a card he hated, but he shoved it off, let himself believe it was through selfish reasons and not pity he'd momentarily taken on the girl. The scent of her blood hung in the air like a delectible aroma, but he held back the hunger it brought, lowering her to the ground as she healed.

Ben had moved around the building, not daring to make the path his reckless King had taken, else he may have fallen into the portal himself. Daemien just narrowly dodged it from where he stood, but now he was coming around the corner of the building. His crimson hues landed on the limp body of Martyr as Daemien was lowering her to the ground, "is she going to be alright?"

Those usually clean, pristine curls were matted in blood as her skull cracked back into place. Her heartbeat had died down, her breathing stopped. After about thirty seconds, her eyes snapped open, wide as she arched herself up and gasped inward, a breath that seemed as if she were trying to take all of the oxygen from the world. She panted a moment, looing around with wide, confused eyes. She blinked rapidly as her hand came back behind her head, collecting the sticky red vital over her palm and fingers. Staring down at her bloodied hand, her vision blurred lightly.

He remained crouched over her, though didn't touch her. Mainly to make sure she was going to wake up from it. When her violets resurfaced and she took in that arching breath, he didn't flinch nor did he move. "Yup," he said plainly to Ben's previous question, having knelt there in silence with an arm resting lazily on his bent knee, not answering until she'd taken that breath. "She'll be fine." He finally stood upright, peering down at her as she checked on the wound to her once cracked noggin. "Don't know what got into you, Hero. But that was quite the show," his wicked smile spread as he peered at her, one brow lifting above the other.

Ben had stood there, still and a small distance. Frankly, what Martyr had done scared the *** out of him, but he didn't let it show. He just... didn't quite feel comfortable coming toward her. But the biggest reason he didn't approach further was Daemien. He fidgeted with the hem of his suit jacket until she took that gasping breath of air and Daemien's confirming words that she was going to be okay. His breath slipped through his teeth in a rushing hiss as he nodded. "Good." He didn't quite know what to do, he was stiff and rigid and his crimson orbs darted all over the place like he didn't know if he should stay or go. Nervous much? Very...

The immortal couldn't remember. The last thing she remembered was Solaris holding her above the wooden planks. She remembered feeling hopeless, and then everything was hazy, scattered. Those teeth were dull as ever from the energy she took from her father, but physically? Martyr was starving. She let out an uncomfortable grunt as she sat up and climbed to her feet. Daemien was pleased with her, and she didn't know why... Then there was Ben, and she offered him a warm smile. "Thank y-you f-for helping b-back there..." she whispered. When that gaze trailed back to Daemien, she didn't look as pleased with him as he did with her. "Y-you...b-buttface!" she yelled, because there was one thing in particular she could remember. "W-why d-d-didn't you r-run you c-could've b-been k-k-killed! I d-don't...! How c-c-could you say y-you w-weren't w-w-worth saving!?" With that, unless he stopped her, she'd be slapping him right across the face.

His gaze shifted from Martyr, to Ben, giving him a blank look as hazels drifted over the length of him. A sneer escaped but he made no move to harm him. His orbs ticked back to the reaper when she called him a ... buttface.. and those brows lifted every so slightly. "Buttface?..." He'd held that memory of her having a backbone fondly up until then. He rolled his eyes slowly at her outburst and yelling, mouth opening to tell her off... when a hand was turning his head to the side with a slap. His gaze lingered to the side for a moment, as did his head and he might've seemed angry for a moment. A sinister, rolling chuckle trailed through his chest as he slowly turned his head toward her. Instead of a snarl, there was a smile. "If that's all it would take for you to lash out... I should've said it sooner..." Though there was a smile on his face, his eyes were cold as they stared at her. He didn't bother mentioning that it was the fact that he'd hit his head a bit too hard that the information even came out in the first place.

Martyr · Date: 2016-08-16 06:32 EST

Ben's head dipped in a bow as his french accent rang through the air. "Think nothing of it.. but you're welcome.." His crimson hues lifted, a bright contrast to the dark bruises around his eyes as they glanced at Daemien. A noticable flinch was made to her outburst to the King, eyes snapping wide as his darting eyes went from Mar to Dae. He's going to kill her... A step forward was taken as he saw that hand snaking upward and was struck across the vampire's face, swallowing hard as his unnecessary breathing rattled in his chest. It was the lack of backlash that pulled confusion on his features as he stopped his steps, looking between the two and wondering why Daemien wasn't angry.. She'd just bitch slapped him. Wait... he'd said he wasn't worth saving?

The immortal didn't know that it was the blood loss, otherwise she might've gone easier on him. She'd regretted smacking him the second she had, but no fear found its way on her face. Her knees trembled lightly and she huffed out a breath as her arms fell to her sides and her head hung there for a moment. "You're inf-f-f-f-- inf-furiat-ting..." she struggled with that word, taking a few moments to actually get it off of her tongue.

"I can say the same to you," he snickered, waiting patiently for those words to come from her as he stood there. He didn't raise a hand to rub at the tingling on his cheek, and it was gone as quickly as it'd come. He looked her over, taking note of the trembling knees. His torso turned as he looked like he was ready to walk away from her. "You look like you're about to collapse." Though instead of walking away, he looked into the warehouse. "And I need to check on Eva, I can guarantee she's raising hell at home." Looking over his shoulder, he gave Ben a once over yet again before turning away from him. "You're safe for the night, Benjamin. You've earned an explanation of yourself. I've had enough tonight, come back tomorrow and we'll discuss whatever you sought me out for." He knew why he was there, and it was laughable that any of his could think that Daemien didn't know them. He'd been inside of their heads when creating them. And Ben had always been a talker. And a coward, he couldn't fathom there not be a reason why he'd be in Rhy'Din, unless to seek him out.

The Ashen looked absolutely confused looking between the two. He didn't understand why Daemien had taken the slap in the first place, never mind not even tearing into her verbally. It was a questionable stare that was aimed at Martyr until his King spoke to him. Relief tore the tension from his shoulders as he lowered his head. Of course he knows why you're here... did you really think he wouldn't know? He knows how much of a coward you are. His head bobbed in a nod, raven hair brushing his shoulders. "I understand, sire. Thank you for giving me the chance to do so." His gaze flitted to the reaper, a light nod. Perhaps silent gratitude for showing up in time before his King had been slain. A thanks that he would never voice in Daemien's presence. "Rest well, sire." His feet backed out of the alley between the warehouses, turning around a corner before he was gone.

Of course she was about to collapse. She felt like she'd been hit by a bus, but she refused to fall over. Who knew if Solaris would come back for her tonight? She didn't remember how she got rid of him, she was just thankful he was gone. "W-we owe him our l-lives, you know..." she whispered that reminder to him as she held her limbs close to her. Continuing to stand tall, she turned towards the water. A deep breath was taken into her lungs, and she began to walk. "G-good-b-bye..."

"Don't remind me," he growled beneath his breath, barely audible as he strode forward, heading home to a fretful little pet who was likely pacing and tearing out her hair with worry. He didn't look back at Martyr, at least not until she couldn't see him do so. She's getting there. His tongue poked at his cheek, the lingering memory of her hand connected to the tanned flesh. There was a wicked little smirk on his face as he made his way home.

Martyr made it to the end of the pier, and then just kind of...faceplanted into the water in an almost lazy fashion. It was a good way to rinse the blood from her hair. Then, after a few moments, she'd be lifted from the water. Her body was laying across the head of a hydra as it moved deeper into the ocean, carrying her off. Ella did peek up to see if there was any sign of a certain cerberus, and then dipped back under when there wasn't.

((Edits done by the wonderful Daemien-mun.))