(Side Note: This will be split up into three sections, and will run pretty much like were RPing right here and now. I have not changed much from the unedited logs, so expect a long read. I don't want to delete a perfectly good post.)

Section 1: 'Mu, and her recapture.'

"All urges are meant to be satisfied. If what is craving to be released will ease you... then we should prepare for it, appropriately." His eyes lifted back to the rocks then that flung freely. "I've loved various people... Jewell perhaps being the most obvious. It is only she I feel for. Perhaps.. ever." A small sigh escaped him, faltering in the wavering power sources that were within. All too apparent was it that Jewell was beyond the weakest part of any strength he'd deliver, physically. His head shook, as though rattling out the thoughts and memories that were already flooding into his vision, as he took note that the throwing and screaming both had ceased. His mentality, somehow, found means of returning. And once more, was he back on task in what may come. "If she wasn't aware, by now? I'd be somewhat concerned for her."

"Her mind is a rotten wreck. Loosing half of your mind and soul should do that to a person... That is my concerns for Mu... I don't know if she'll be the same. I can only hope that my Creation is fine..." Lucy took up to stare down the stairs, standing upon the very edge of the first step downwards - though the silence she did not like; the silence, was almost threatening.
"I have no doubt however that she has no control." And maybe, just maybe Lucy knew that mentioning Jewell - love and relationships right now? Was a bad idea. One plated boot was raised and thumped upon the stone - the armour was heavy, and it fitted Lucy. A slow cumbersome power that was far more destructive and near immortal to damage - save for that special little hole in her defenses only a few limited knew. Down she went first taking the lead.

He, much like she, was not a fan of the sudden silence. He already concluded that if Admrial Ackbar could appear, he'd explain that 'It's a trap!'. Emeralds narrowed as he continued to shake the bits and pieces of thoughts from his head, regaining enough focus to feel adept, once again.
"She may have lost control.. it's only natural one may when half of one's self is missing.." However, Aru always seemed much worse than Mu. To him, at least. If the situation was turned, some, he'd be much more fearful of this encounter. Which wasn't to say he was put into caution mode by this, already. He was simply seeing it as 'It could be worse'. What did he know, though eyes flicked towards Lucy for a moment, before he took a step forward and past her. He'd call out.
"Mu! Can you hear me??" Distance was the key, since his voice had range his physical form did not.

Still the silence; save for Lucy's heavy form thumping upon the stone of the floor, she had met the last step and now Alex suddenly was out in front of her shouting out for Mu like she were lost. His voice would out amongst the unholy halls of the Den of Shadows - a never ending echo almost until, another echo returned his call. 'Sister.' A singular cry for Aru; a constant flow of cries, drip-dripping, almost painful to the ears for the Queen of Shadows - Lucy was present at the time to see what was left of Aru, and what Mu become straight after her demise.

A trap indeed, for further down the hall something blocked the entrance to the Main Throne room, a body... Something with hideously long hair - its hands clenching the walls either side of the tunnel, shaking - jerking in near joint-breaking movements.

He wouldn't be looking so far ahead. Nor would he be honestly moving in so far, just yet. He already didn't like what was what, and endangering himself would only put Lucy in a terrible position. Even though he had no doubt in his mind she'd do what she must to protect herself - something in him told him otherwise. So it remained better this way. Listening to the echo's, and the response, he lifted either hand to his head, cupping them over his ears. Swirls of emerald shifted towards Lucy, as his head bobbled a few times.
"Yep... there's the sound, again?!" Good process, 'lex. Not! His eyes shifted back out towards the contents there within. Perhaps, then, he'd take obvious note of the long haired humanoid that was clenching the walls on either side of the tunnel. Jerking... Was it? "Mu?" He'd call, once more. But let's not forget, that she's possibly beyond insane, at this point. His body lowered somewhat in an defensive motion, right hand extended out to his side in preperation to draw forth the energies for the weapon. He couldn't make out -who- it was, yet. But he had to assume?

Assume he did and the assumption had turned out correct. Mu's nails scraped along the walls - they had slashed deep into the rock and slowly she moved forward - swaying side to side with each step, pausing, then walking ? pausing and then walking. Like some zombie she moved her hands on out, 'Sister.' She uttered again.

Lucy looked on back to Alex nodding... She did not like the looks of where this was going and stopped short behind of Alex - the tunnels were no place to put up a good fight, especially when someone like Mu was attacking them.
"Mu..." Lucy whispered, half wavering in her sorrow of seeing her in such a sad and sorry state. The scarlet orbs, with their faint glow blackened out. She had closed her eyes and struggled back the tears - she could hear Mu's mind clearly now. It was in total turmoil and far beyond that of Lucy's ? Mu was a jumble.
"I don't think she... Knows who we are..." Slowly Lucy had unsheathed her sword, 'shhhink,' and then took several steps back from Alex, "We need to space out a little... I don't think-what?" Her attention was upon Alex - Mu had just... Disappeared when Lucy looked back!

He watched the zombie like Mu with half-hearted interest, rather than forceful urges to lunge, strike, and kill. There was so much more than simple bloodshed, he's discovered. Things that were.. beyond capable of his understanding. But whatever it was that was preventing such a lunging strike, and perhaps one of the lone chances he had, he nodded towards Lucy. Her words made perfect sense to him.
"It's like the state I was in, before... Even though I recall all the memories, now... at the time there was no defined thought in my skull... It?s probably due to the separation." Still, he pulled bits and pieces out of his ass to make some kind of sense of it all. It was nothing more than a hypothesis. But like they say, 'something is better than nothing'. He tilted his head to one side as he looked from Mu, to Lucy, and then back not even several seconds later. The disappearance was unnerving, to say the very least, which caused the sword that he's so familiar and adept at carrying draw forth into his hand, subconsciously. His eyes narrowed as he glanced over his shoulder towards the door. If she wanted to cage them in, that would be the location to do it. So, without much extra thought added in there, he lunged with his free hand, causing a cyclone of energies to build up in a surge across his arm, and fire it outwards in an arcing manner. Blindly, it was fired, but he was sure to contain some control to be sure it'd manage right out the opening, and prevent from causing some kind of negative

Lucy obviously moved closer to Alex at this ability - she had seen that once or twice in her life time, and would not like to be on any receiving end of any of his attacks. The sword was held easily within one hand despite the heaviness of the suit of armour as a whole. Lucy's helm was shifting side to side - keeping an eye out at least... Or so she thought. The armour gave her the inability to feel something clenching the ankles of her plated boots. And when Mu had appeared from right below Lucy? Lifting her up and cracking her whole body against the ceiling of the tunnel? That reminded Lucy of something... Mu could Shadow Walk... And the Den was designed to be one big, shadow. One ultimate fortress for her powers and the powers of her minions? The heavily armoured form of Lucy fell face first down in a loud crash of metal, as the mass of hair otherwise known as Mu then lashed her hand towards Alex's face, nails bared and ready to scratch that eye out!

The channeled energy met an abrupt end, which no doubt meant that the stray power was able to go pretty much in any direction that it truly wanted to. He sneered quietly as he noted Lucy toppling face first for the ground, and quickly slid several paces back. He wasn't aware of what the case was, at least until he noted that Mu was lashing outwards at him rather abruptly. Quickly, and perhaps precisely (which is code for luckily), the freehand stretched outwards to try and grapple a hold of the wrist that was attempting to claw his face in half. He was honestly only allowed one desperation move, and he feared he already wasted it. Sneering, the one other hand with the blade moved in an arching motion to try and slice said arm right on off. It was the best he could do to at least get her off of him, or them.

His hand had caught the wrist - but the sheer force behind that scratch could - if it had contacted with his face - may had actually tare his face really into two uneven halves. A snarl - 'Sister' uttered behind the wall of hair which parted, revealing a silently crying Mu. The despair had been channeled directly to her anger so she was blindly attacking everything and anything that was moving in what she believed to be her territory... The sword came so close to that arm and sliced deep into skin and was met with an unexpected resistance. Mu's own shadow arm had prevented the blade to slice her arm completely off - and this had gave Lucy time to recompose herself and stand, gather her sword - scarlet orbs now a beam in a bright, swirling larva of glowing red.

"Mu! It's us!" The rather nasty bashing of ceiling to the floor had harmed Lucy little - the armour was indeed sturdy thanks to Alexandyr ? the upcoming Blacksmith of which Lucy will return if she ever needed armour again. He did a damn good job.

Thank god. He had no doubt that any direct contact with Mu's attack would rip him to shreds. She was, after all, a creation of someone he knew and loved dearly. His eyes narrowed, noting this rather strange situation that they were currently in, and did very little to try and rectify it. Whereas, in fact, he was waiting for Lucy to actually manage an attack of her own, just then. He might have declared that he'd do what he could to preserve her. But this was much before he took physical notice of the situation at hand. His eyes narrowed as he looked up from Mu, and towards Lucy.
"Do something!" Obviously, he was still struggling in both bringing the arm forth towards the sword, as well as fight off the deflection that was taking place with the shadow arm that was preventing him from slicing her clean.

Do something... Well Lucy did the only thing she could do in this situation. She held no mercy for her creation - the stand-off between Alex and Mu had Lucy in the most easiest position ever - she lunged that sword forward... Mu attempted to swing away wanting to hurl Alex into the point... But her footing? Was now trapped too one of Lucy?s shadow hands had kept her firmly in place.
The sword plunged deep into her chest, the tip sticking barely out the skin of her back ? close to her spine however not severing it, and disabling Mu completely.

Mu?s shadow arm had released the sword - she jerked her arm downwards away from the sword - avoiding any follow through from Alex's swing, and turned to punch directly at Lucy's chest... The hand would surely impale any normal human... But the hand was met with a CRACK, as the knuckled crunched against the hidden metal of Lucy?s full plate pauldron sickening echoed out against the walls.
Mu shrieked and twisted - spun and lashed out with her now bleeding hands to both of them.

Mu was smart in moving away from the blade as soon as she let off from it, since he was, indeed, slashing outwards in a motion to continue that motion that he started. There was no direct contact that he could feel, only the obvious wind that sliced on either side of the blade as it continued in it's arcing motion. Just as quickly as the blade had launched outwards, he pulled it back and in towards himself to provide that he would remain on his own feet, and not get carried away with momentum, causing him to step in a sweeping motion just around the attack that Lucy had been delivered. He was unaware of the sudden spurring energy that Mu picked up in response to the attack, however, and the lashing of the hands caused him to be struck rather roughly, just as Lucy had, causing a rather sickening 'crunch' and obvious flight that would send him back into the nearby tunnel wall rather roughly. Bitch had quite an arm.

A hand had contacted with her helm just as much as it had contacted with Alex - Lucy in her heavy armour was sent to the side, leaning away from where the strike had came from. She stumbled, though did not fall - and still that sword had remained impaled right into Mu's chest!

Mu ? the black haired Twin turned to stare at the two; jumping to look at one and then to the other and then... Towards the light that had invaded the Den...
A way out Lucy had made and Mu had taken a run for it to get out in the open! A bad move for her as with more room Alex and Lucy would surely have the upper hand there...

A gauntleted hand had rested on the wall of the tunnel as Lucy tried to regain her composure - she panted, and sighed in frustration back to Alex, "I miss this shit, I swear..." Leaving Mu get the head start.

He was sitting in a proned position, neck and head resting against the wall while the rest of him was sprawled and slightly twisted from the force of impact. Nonetheless, it took him a moment to earn his bearings, since he was not expecting to take flight quite so quickly.
"? God damn it?" He muttered but rather inaudible. His head lifted towards Lucy, and then towards Mu, glaring as he took note that she was making her escape from within. Strange she wouldn't try to do something to either of them in their dazed state. But in either case, he floundered a bit, using the wall as support to pick himself up. The one free-hand, still charged with particles of energy that were fired previously, lifted up before him, two fingers, shaped like prongs, pointed upwards towards the ceiling. 'Raabu ando Pissu' anyone?
"After her?" He didn't seem to try and pace himself, any. When it came to speed, he wasn't too afraid of being outdone.

Hell, Mu was already moving up those damned steps.

Shaking her head Lucy grumbled, looking on over to Alex with a slow nod of that helm, "I don't remember her using her hands so much... I am amazed she didn't even finish us off..." A shrug and then she stood to stand straight ? the many plates and chain mail of her armour ?clinking?,
"I'll cut her off..." The cloaked form of Lucy sunk into the shadow of the wall next to her, and then appeared out moments later next to the steps that went on up, back outside... She moved up them as fast as she could then, but Mu pounced on her back, trying to rip that helm right from Lucy's head! A shame though it was bolted to her skull - because it felt like Mu was trying to rip her head off with the helm attached!
"Mu! Get off of me!" She twirled around on the spot, gauntleted hands reaching up to grip Mu's... Clothing? No, she was naked. She was gripping just hair.

In any sort of given situation, Alex would consider such a situation rather hot. And he'd be more than simply bothered by such an event. However, this was certainly not the time to consider such thoughts. They were stashed away for later reminiscing as he stepped off from the wall, pronged fingers aimed outwards towards the pair that were wrestling on the stairs. The sword, within his right hand, dipped a bit as he cupped the hand below the left one that was acting much like a gun may. "Mu! Don't think I won't do it, if I have to." The several fingers sparked an energy that radiated with a corruption that devil and demons may. In the very least, one could say it was 'at least' dark power. Those fingers were aimed, in whatever imaginary 'sights' he had to be sure his aim was precise. The placement was aimed, he hoped for her head.
"We never were able to finish our romp in the forest... That was one hell of a wet time. Don't you at all remember that?" His head inclined, then, looking up and past the coupled fingers, to attempt to shout 'sense' into her. Rather, in an attempt to dilute her aggression, if only a little.

Mu continued the attack though however slight her head had jerked up to Alex - the crying face sneering, looking back down the tunnel as Lucy forced herself and Mu down the stairs to give Alex better aim of her.

"Ma...Star..." Mu had whispered.

That gave Lucy a chance to grip that sword's hilt protruding out from Mu?s stomach. "Mu! His name is Alex... I am Lucy... We're your family Mu, don't you remember? Please remember Mu... We don't want to kill you..." Mu's struggling to tare off Lucy's head had slowed... And finally stopped... Was Mu calming down?

No.

The Twin?s hand drew back and shot into the darkness of Lucy's helm - the fingertips plunged themselves deep into Lucy's eye-sockets, black bile spilling out and to splatter across the floor mixed with the thick rotten blood that oozed through Lucy?s veins. She screamed from the pain but her grip upon the sword was not left alone from her attentions for an instant... She pinned Mu to the wall - the sword's blade imbedded deep into the stone, pinning Mu there quite literally inches from the ground.

The coiled energies within the fingers expanded in a cyclone of motley across his arm, before igniting between either finger that was separated in a pronged shaped manner. Swirls of pinpointed emerald gleamed to life, as though twin 50 watt lightbulbs as he glared, rather angrily at the attack that was made on Lucy. He was uncertain if he should strike, or hold out for various moments further, which is why the surging energy continued to flare in reaction to his emotion, but dared not release itself, just yet. The screaming; the bile and the 'bloodshed', it would always follow them, wouldn't it? Perhaps that's who he is. It couldn't be avoided.
"Lucy.. Duck!" And he was not speaking of the 'quacking' variation. The call followed with another cyclone of surging energies that unleashed themselves from the twin points of his fingers, causing a singular focus of life energy to unleash itself, coupled with several swirls of particles of molecular energies that were ignited from enzymes within his system. In a nutshell, it was a compacted attack of his very life. His own sort of 'laser beam', if he had to place its reaction to physical properties...

Lucy's eyes were gone. But that didn't mean her sight was impaired - Shadow Sight - the world had taken on a different colour of white, grey and black. The call from Alex had caused her to fall back with her back hitting the tunnel wall as Mu lay pinned to the wall opposite, scrambling to get free.
The beam was launched and had made its target directly to Mu's head - it crashed into her temple and merely imploded the back of her head, and cranium - it caved inwards on itself leaving only the front part of Mu's skull to remain intact - huge amounts of spasms had her blood being splattered out all over Lucy's dark robe and armour... And Lucy saw it all. She was stunned. The only part of Mu's skull that survived the attack flopped to hang down over her chest - clinging on barely by the skin of her neck and chin. Brain matter long rotten stuck thickly across the wall and steps...

Silence?

Lucy slid down the wall - staring on up to the unmoving Mu with bleeding eyes.

Several sparks sounded from the fingers that ignited the single blast, which in turn caused him to breathe somewhat jagged, in response. The dark, willowy measures of breath that continued to seep from his mouth gave sight to the corruption that continued, within. Something that would no doubt be seen through the shadow vision as he made his approach. The left arm sizzled, as though a flame in water, as his right picked up, blade still in hand, and had the aim outwards towards Mu. She was undead, and he had every thought within his skull that she was still 'alive and kicking'.
"Lulu, you alright..?" A dumb question, for he saw and heard the very thing that happened to her. His head remained inclined, but eyes flicked to focus on her, rather than the currently unmoving ragdoll that was Mu. Steps were slow dragged at the heel as he made his approach, his defensive stance of close quarter combat still intact.

Lucy's head throbbed - mostly because she had her eyes popped out by two or three sharp fingers. A whimper... She had just experienced Mu exploding out everywhere in front of her... The helm twisted to Alex and slowly she forced her heavily armoured self to stand back to her feet... The clenched hands of Mu still indicated that she was indeed, still there. Of course now she was a lot more defenseless considering she was nearly without a head.
"Yes..." Lucy panted... That helm sliding back on over to towards Mu's impaled form... She drew out one sharp fingered gauntlet out, to tare the sword from Mu?s stomach and the wall, letting Mu slump there, shaking... If she had a mouth she would be calling for her Sister, surely.
"... I think she's given up..." Slowly Lucy made her way to Alex, and slumped against him, feeling weak and drained. "... Uncle, what are we to do?"

He nodded a single time to Lucy's response. It provided him with enough comfort that he didn't have to forcibly worry about her, at this exact second. Certainly, he wanted to cradle her within arms and inform her that all would remain well... But there was a mission that needed to be taken care of, yet. That? Could wait...
He managed to close the gap as Lucy approach him, the blade was cast aside so he could help support her. Granted, she was in some gaudy armor that probably wasn't helping her keep afoot, nor help him help her keep afoot. He'd try to manage, however. Probably was necessary to get out of there, and dispose of the body before any kind of regeneration occurred; if such a thing was at all possible to happen.
"Right... First let's get you outside... We can take care of her, afterwards. But I think you'll have to start from scratch, and develop new creations?"

Lucy shook her head then, she was being careful in trying not to impale Alex on the prongs protruding directly from the helm itself.

"... I can't kill her, Alex... I lost Aru... I can't kill Mu..." She was soft indeed - Judd died, Aru died, she had no idea if Mina still lived in the Throne Room or if Mu had finished her off while they were trapped down here... Lucy had seen too many people she had loved die in such a short span of a few weeks. She couldn't handle another one being lost.
"She'll need to eat to regenerate... That's a problem with her missing a mouth..." Trying to regain her footing Lucy though still leant against Alex, gauntlets gently gripping his arms - wishing not the sharp fingernails to dig deep into his flesh; maybe just, the first layer of skin.. But no further.
"I'll have her locked up down here... See if I can do something to help her." The helm tilted up as much as it could to her Uncle, "I'm so glad you came back to me, Uncle... I couldn?t have done this without you."

He quietly regarded Mu's placement upon the ground, but did nothing to provoke an attack from this point. He'd abide by Lucy's wishes to keep her alive, intact and present. He looked down, however. Away. Off. Did he have to resort to such an attack, and so quickly? It was a puttered reaction; in defense since Lucy was harmed. Harmed was better than killed. Guilt was washed free. A single nod came to as he looked to Lucy. Rather? Into the darkness there of. "I told you? I wouldn't leave you. Not this time." A man of honor? Where in the hell did he manage to pick that up? Such a thing wouldn't be considered soft, either.
"If you don't want her harmed, then she won't be... But we should probably see what else is lurking down here. She was clinging on to that wall that leads to the throne room... Maybe something is there."

A nod and then a long look back towards Mu's twitching form... She could just imagine her screaming for her Sister still - even without a damned mouth to whine it... Her shoulders shuddered and she moved to straighten her back yet again, helm held leveled and stared through the darkness down towards the Throne Room in the far-off distance someway down the tunnel.
"True. I left Mina in charge of the Den when I left to live with Charlotte; I just hope she isn't dead... I lost one of my Creations..." She looked back to Mu, "I'd be damned to loose another... Or even someone I love." She then glanced back to him then, turned and moved onwards to Mu. The short sword grasped tightly in her hand Lucy leant down and had raised the sword high above her head, hacking down on Mu's legs.

Crunch... Snap...

She tossed the limbs away, and slowly she stood again. "Sorry Mu, it's to stop you running away..." And then, turning she sheathed sword and walked on past Alex, "Come, Uncle, let's see what she was hiding."

(WARNING: The following post will contain scenes of the most sickening of nature and I advise that anyone even remotely screamish, easily turned sick or offended must not read the following post. My reasons for posting this is not due to the fact that it maybe mindless sadistic and somewhat a pervse sex scene, but the fact that is showed the complex threads that had been weaving between Alex and Lucy, for sometime. Again, I warn you, please do not read this if your just going to complain later, to someone. Thank you.)


Section 3: 'Twisted.'

He eyed her, briefly, with a small tilt of his head. "Are you sure..? I do not mind to remain here, at your side." Such a seductive way he said that. Though, it probably was meant in a more, 'I devote myself to help you' kind of thing. Who knew when it came to him. Though, he nodded then.
"You know how to reach me... Just let me know, yeah?" He stepped off from where he was positioned, not before managing to give her a nice little hug in return. He was careful on how he did such a thing, though. He still felt the scraping pain from the impact, plus trying to keep himself from being impaled a million different ways.

Eyeless face were locked on up to him, thinking on over his words... Did she stop her breathing? She did just die before him? Why did she even attempt to breathe in the first place, anyway? It was pointless to do so... Ah, wait. She needed air to pass her vocal chords to speak of course... That?s why.
The shadow arms had lifted her up to his eye-level, the claws of the gauntlet moved on out to touch through the thickness of his hair, the darkness of the full-helm watching; a sigh: "Alex."

"Lucy..?" He tilted his head to one side as he looked at her somewhat with an unsteady gaze. He wasn't exactly sure 'where' to look when speaking to her, now. His eyes attempted to slowly look her over, instead. At least he's looking at her. It's a start. "? It'll be okay. I promise to help you through this."

How on earth does he do that? She smiled softly - the smile was not forced either, it just happened in that instant. The other gauntlet had risen up, both metal fingers curling to rest behind his head, taking in one deep shaken sharp intake of breath. "... I tried to be normal. But it keeps coming back to this... To us...." She whispered.

His gaze finally settled to rest staring into the darkness of that helmet. It was, after all, a face of sorts. He didn't place much thought into it, but an arm had snaked about her in response to the hold she had softly managed on him. Breath, chilled and shakey like her own fell uneven. "To us... Is there... Us?" Ah, the point of not making sense.

"We're here... Us, here right now." The helm tilted to the side, "I lost Judd," She whispered, "The only other who made me feel like I was being with you. Who makes me feel normal... I don't love you in that way, Alex, but I am thankful for you being here with me..." There was a face in that gap in that helm - and that gap got closer, her head tilted to the side for sole reason that, with the helm positioned like that... She could kiss him.

He sucked at kissing, too. So, chances are, it'd kill the moment the second they made contact. Though, he wasn't in the process of looking to fight it off much, either. He always appreciated her and what she's done. And, it was hard to deny that she was a sexy, too! "I make you feel... Normal?" The words seemed to slide from him as though simply to make noise. They held little to no feeling behind them... Something was driving this other than his control.

"Normal..." She repeated with a nod, that helm just moved forward, resting those cold hidden un-living lips against his for just the smallest of moments, she was watching his face as she pulled back... Tilting, the helm away like as if what she had done was entirely forbidden. A shaken ejection of air from her lungs, "... I'm sorry, me doing this isn't helping things..." Though she did not remove the closeness - something darker was holding her there.

The brief time of which contact was made caused tingles of pleasure, if that's what it certainly was, to run the length of his spine, creating a very awkward tremoring effect. Was it the touch of her lips? Or the cold hidden un-living lips that reacted to the freshness of his heat? Whatever it may be? It certainly felt pleasurable. Something he found himself yearning to have, again, the moment the contact broke. Her words, as they met his ears, shielded him from instantly pressing himself against her and make for the throne. Well, shielded him from doing that, yet. "? Nothing helps, anymore. When will people do what they must, before all is lost..? This may never come up, again..."

"Never... Again..." Lucy just felt her chest tighten - those sharp metal fingers gently resting on the back of his head went to his neck and slowly scratched the nails across the skin, down his chest... She watched the trek of those fingers leaving the faintest white mark of upturned skin... She swallowed back hard - however sad she felt inside, the death of Judd was finally put of her mind... Even the fact she was eyeless and the pain that throbbed there.

She went close to those lips again... Though not making contact yet, whispering so close... Her cold breath, making it seem those lips to be so far away, "I want too, ?Lucy started, ?But..." Jewell? Could she really ruin the mood with that one name? She had recently grown to care about Jewell - she really had given Lucy everything she had... Her kindness, her almost uncalled love as a part of the Ravenlock clan despite her past actions as the Queen of Shadows... Could she do this? Knowing full well of Jewell?s feelings? She was glad Alex could not read her mind then. She was screaming at herself to run away.

"Never..." Jewell was never put off in his head. But he still, no matter what, would place blame on her for hurting him in such a way. It'd, to some deafening degree, remain a stake in his chest for the rest of his life. Lucy knew too well that mentioning her name would kill the fabric this mood was being weaved with. The question was did she want it ruined? The fingers that trailed his flesh caused further tremors and quivers that delighted the sadist side of him, eyes lowering to watch her hands as his body leaned further to close the gap between them. It was only the word 'But...' that slowed his urge to press this on. "... But what..?" Delighted, whispered and hot, could be the best way to describe the question asked.

Lucy's lips quivered so close to his - she couldn't say it... She could not say it. That was it then - she pushed those lips onto his lustily. Her clawed gauntlets grasped the very top of his back ? dragging down the fabrics of his clothing - if they were woolen or nylon, they surely would have been shredded in an instant. The helmet may had made the kiss awkward but who cared really as long as those lips parted and had her tongue - complete with tongue-bar (a recent addition to Lucy?s appearance) pressing up against his teeth, until he allowed that youthful tongue to invade the hot unknowns of his warm mouth. She scratched his cheek with those gauntlets. Lucy... Was sadistic ? and we all know this. She wanted him to bleed... Bleed and be pleasured. "... Alex..." She panted, her fingers moving up to remove the helmet, tossing it to the ground when it were finally rid of, the cloak too was taken off and thrown, her gauntlets taking the various metal plates off of her form - throwing it into a pile until she stood there naked - or somewhat naked, as the straight jacket was there however, the sleeves were rolled up to her elbows. She had managed to free her hands from the restriction of the straight jacket?s long sleeves, and left only one of her gauntlets upon one of her hands, keeping the right hand metallic. "... Alex..." The shadow arms pushed her up and away onto the alter and lay there waiting for him.

Sadistic. Were they both? Such a thing asked for severe trouble. Oh, no doubt. His eyes narrowed as he watched her, a hand moving up to cup at the near white blood that was produced from the scratch that she delivered. He didn't seemingly even react to it. Only drive him forward to deliver his own sense of pleasure. Portions of his clothing were already ripped apart, so he didn't really find urge to do any more. Not just yet. She was laid out, as though a sacrifice upon that altar for the taking, and he certainly was up to it, slithering much as a snake would up onto it just after her, for the flesh of his body to meet the bare portions of flesh of hers, warmth to chill, once more? A metaphorical contradiction in the physical reality they shared. He, not exactly nailless himself, bit his nails into either of her wrists that were exposed, digging into that flesh as he grinded the weight of his body into her, pearls bared raw and moving like a predator for the bare flesh upon her neck.

Clawing, biting... It was only the start.

A start to a lusty beginning... What would come of this? The outcome? What would happen? She smirked and tilted her head back - exposing the flesh of neck for him to bite further - oh how she longed for him to draw blood from her - to strike her... No, this was not Lucy speaking .This was... Those dark urges that had built up for so long - expressing themselves in one lusty battle upon the floor. Her legs wrapped around his waist without warning - she dragged him close, one bare hand on the back of his head, the gauntleted one on his ass gripping tightly.

A groan... A moan... A lusty snarl? So many noises she had expressed and yet, she remained the submissive.

Oh, how dreadful. The lust that drove him to the near brink of insanity remained ever intact and crying for release. Even during the hours with Mu, nothing fixated his craving that he had wanted to release since the loss. Which was more than simply one. Those pearls would ideally sink into flesh, and since he was carefree in every possible way, blood would no doubt be drawn. Especially if she was simply allowing it, as it seemed she was. Feeling the pressure of her grip of the back of his head, and down there on his ass, he'd drive his hips forth in between those legs of hers, intent on drawing forth other releases, elsewhere. He already felt that tinge of growth, and already was attempting to use it on that sweet spot. There was still certain clothing pieces in the way, which flavored the tease greater than even he could have thought. One hand was used to support himself upon the altar, while the other moved to draw those nails upon the flesh of her arm, until meeting the coiled fabric of the straitjacket. Because of such, he himself found that hand of his moving to grip at her ass, driving nails forth into her for subtle, yet obnoxious pleasure wherever softness may be found.

A yelp - a plea - a cry? What was it exactly - his drive was symbolic - a man that wanted to take a hold of her - she wanted and needed this dominance...

No... Not quite.

She wanted him to grope - to pillage and take everything that belonged... Ultimately and right now, to him. She'd change the world if it had made him happy - or kept him by her side... Perhaps that is why she hated the blind-girl? Lydia? Where was she in this picture? Did Lucy care? Hell no... The gauntlet moved down to his crotch and groped gently there, using a single metal finger to gently slit open a long thin opening in the garment... Grazing close along the fabrics of the underwear, weakening the structure so that he could spill out and deliver her into pure lusty bliss?Her eyes had left to the sword she left next to her armour - she wanted more...
"Alex... Do it." She opened her legs as much as she could - pushing her hips up, grinding against his crotch ? yearning to skewered on him.

So quick and so soon? Was it considered 'safe'? Was he going to care if it was 'safe'? The possible outcome of it all? No. Perhaps, in some light, Lucy had won so much that so many others considered the test. When, quite in fact, it was never the most daunting and difficult task, at all. To take a demand, or was it a request, from her concerning -that- would almost immediately be adhered to. If he wasn't relating 'teasing' part of the sadist way. Teeth still bearing down on her neck and one hand still finding a breast to grope and nipple to tweak, were two of the main contacts that he was delivering. As it stood, the only thing that remained was the member to dip into the forbidden. To sink so deep within the chilly lands of her paradise... It was hard to pass up such a moment. Growling into her neck, flesh being pulled by the teeth that was gripping into it, he'd deliver into the access that she was providing, and so quickly, too, thrusting into her almost immediately, and without concern for if such would be able to either fit, or if such was 'wet' enough to obtain such a fit. In life, sometimes things worked out in such a way. Throbbing, as though a warm heart that sank between his legs, it'd bump inside of her in rhythm with the flow in his chest, just as he sent it deep within her reaches... oh, how he craved such a feeling?

And to be in her in such a way at that?

A gasp - her nipple was tweaked and she almost nearly squealed in delight! Her eyeless eyelids had come to a close and her head twisted away - the smell of the room could have been moist, and rank and disgusting ? yet in this place of death one man was alive... Making love to the dead girl...
Attacked - pierced - pushed deep the wetness he did indeed. The wetness was not due to the fact that she was aroused - oh no, when he pushed deep into her? She bled - like it were a wound, the blood had made it sleeked and almost sticky. How could he tell the difference when he did not look? She tried to lean up a little, using her hands to grip the steps - to rock her hips back into the thrusts. What outcome? The dead could not be with-child. Alex may consider himself lucky in that respect. "Ah - Alex..." She winced, it was painful - it was always painful.

Would the cry drive him to further pleasure? Perhaps... And though being without child was always a good thing, the notion only would provide that he do this with her on a more... Everyday basis, but, as he said he never knew if this was a one time thing, or not... He was certain to make the best of it considering the options that they had. Gripping her, as he had been, plus shoving into her and retracting as slow as a tendril of saliva would when parting from a kiss slowly, provided that he was attempting to pleasure, go easy on her, tease her, and pleasure himself all within the same easy 'stroke' that he delivered.

Like a piston on a racecar, his hips would drive forth, until the sickening slap of his flesh met her chilled, piercing as deep as one would be allowed. Given their size difference, there was a viable chance it'd not all 'fit' perfectly in that hole of hers. He had to do with what was available and because of such he'd drive into her until he'd reach the very depths there within. The one hand that was helping keep him up would move to grip with her waist, as the other was already doing, so that his right hand could reach down in between her legs, and slowly work a stimulation over the budding sensitive portion that most girls, women, females had. This domination of pleasure and exotic arousal was not something he was prone to doing. Ever it was a welcomed change. Her cries, all were used in fuel to drive him into her more and up until the point where he found it a rhythm to pump into her steadily.

Pain or not.

Chinese water torture.

Each thrust had her in pain - in pleasure, each time he attempted to fit as much as he could brought her to one big wince - but she groaned out of nauseating pleasure for this bloody act of adoration. If he continued this girl - this undead would break... He'd plunge further than any normal girl would allow - he'd go up into her body with every sense of the word. But then Lucy did not resist this - oh no, she wanted that to happen really and her rocking hips despite her whimpers of pain had quickened against the slap of his crotch. Both hands gauntleted or not gripped his shoulders as her back arched into him, mouth gaping open wide with spittle extending between them - Lucy was in heaven ? her own personal heaven; a sinful, heaven.

Bleed... She needed to bleed... And the blood collected below her ass, in a slow forming pool rotten liquid.

He'd assume he was doing something right, to have her in pain, yet in pleasure in such a way that was deemed unnatural in the eyes of so many. But this? This was not in the sort of act of 'love' as the general did.

No.

This was in lust, in pleasure for one another. Was he being used, then? Was that how to look at this? He wouldn't dream of considering it such a way.

No.

Perhaps such a thought was ignored. At least, was ignored for now. The thrusts having picked up a natural rhythm to drive into her, never slowed ? never quickened. They kept on driving, one hand working stimulation to keep the flow going, the other gripping at her waist, fingers driving into the cheek of her ass. The grip she had on his shoulders caused him to growl, to sound, to grunt along with the thursts that he delivered, causing an audible sound of pleasure and pain to mix into one. A sound that would arguably be considered 'a form of lustful expression,' oh, how he wanted her even more at that grip.

"God damn, I never? Realized you were such a horny... Devil," Emeralds shifted to look at her expression as he continued on, the gaping mouth. At least the pleasure extended beyond comparison.

A cry - the thrusts! She was shaking her head side to side as her teeth bit down viciously at her lower lip. "... I'm... A ... Horny - bitch... Alex... Fuck me!" She leant up and very nearly pushed him down the alter?s steps, but she stopped him; or rather, the gauntlet plunged into the flesh of his back - keeping him close. Her face contorted to an expression of pure bliss as slowly her sword was being dragged close by well... A shadow arm... But this arm remained unseen, it was like Lucy willed sword to come next to them...
"St... Stab me..." She muttered, "... Love me... C-cum... In me..." She then glared up, her face smirking through the pleasure. This was Lucy, the real Lucy... "Bleed me dry..."

To deliver unspeakable pain was something he naturally wouldn't allow. But whatever corruption that remained contained within him after they parted was fiery like the pits of hell. Glaring down upon her, as though demons would their sacrifices, he undoubtedly would adhere to what she demanded. So to speak. The sword was drawn up into his hand and instantaneously slid it about within his hand so to drive it down into the bareness of her stomach, as though this had turned into a ritual of sick sexual perversions.
He was already doing what looked to be a dead ?teen?, though, so how much worse could it naturally get? He yelled out, as though living as a pure flame glaring at her with a fiery passion in his eyes that rivaled vast evil depths of life.
"You're... a horny bitch... Alright.. You like this..? Fucking you till you bleed? ?Till you rupture within and explode in ecstasy?" He heard the words 'love her', but misplaced them with being 'in the moment'. He never expected Lucy and he to 'love' one another. But, once again, those thoughts weren't currently even considered in his head. They couldn't be. "? Oh, fuck yeah? You're so fucking hot??

The blade parted stomach - intestines and ruptured vessels... Blood pooled on at the wound and spluttered out across her face from her mouth, she arched her back into the blade and cried, like as if she had just orgasm - perhaps she did? But there was more to come. Alex may talk to dirty Lucy too now inspired his vocalization now replied, with glares and lusty groaned, could she say it?

No, not yet...

"... Inside me... Cum, please!" That was it? That was all she could muster! Eyelids wide ? eyeless sockets bleakly and emptily stared on up; the extension of the blade in her stomach - two instruments, in deep had sent her nearly over the edge. The blood mixed with her own juices and his own, which now finally flowed like as if he had struck an artery deep within her horribly lubricated dead vagina.

It was such a sweet spot, to him. And here she goes, demanding him to cum in fashions unimaginable. Could he? Would he?

Oh... He could.

It was, after all, he who was entirely in control of every aspect of his body. He could cum without any sexual pleasure, whatsoever. But, then again, there was nothing fun about that, at all.. now was there? He gritted his teeth together, removing his hand from the hilt and grappling a hold of her waist, again, pulling her into her as he picked up the pace of his thrusts till it was nothing more than a blur of movement of impaling her in and out unimaginably. Granted, this was all a clever exercise so he could naturally burst his load inside of her. The movements done, the thrusts in her deep, he growled, he moaned, he sputtered. .. And before much else, he came.

Shots of cum escaped from the hardened, beet red head and would splatter, as per requested, inside of that tight slit in her body. Firing once, twice, three times.. there was no actual number to be counted, for it seemed to twitch and flick in her immensely, each seeping a portion of the flavored goo into her almost directly. No sooner than was it asked, was it to be done.

A quick change of pace no doubt and it had caught Lucy complete by suprise - she was quite frankly royally fucked in more ways than one. Each thrust had her insides weakening - if he had thrust any quicker or harder perhaps he would have without a doubt penetrate past the womb and into the cavity of her lower chambers close to the intestines where that sword was plunged. Her hands did not grip him - it gripped the hilt of that sword - she TWISTED it in her gut, and when he had cummed finally in her, all her the strength was pressed down into her Ravenlock sword and pushed the blade deep - the hilt touched her stomach without much warning. She impaled herself literally on her own sword - Alex had spent himself with his own weapon deep into her lifeless womb.

A cry. A blood gurgling cry that head her head tilting to the side, spitting out the blood forming at the back of her throat. Panting... Whimpering... All she could do was raise a hand to touch his cheek.

Love... A twisted love?

A twisted love... A twisted, chaotic, evil love? If any one sole person saw anything that related to this, they would indeed assume that these two were beyond help that any single person could provide for them. But, that was how he liked it... Being so royally lost in what -he- and -she- seemingly both wanted at the same exact time. With all that was done, and what worked, he'd pull back and out from her, the raw pleasure being delivered and causing a casual numbness to creep upon the lower strands of his body. Surely, and certainly, he lowered himself so to collapse just next to her frame, opposite side of where the blood had been pouring. And do nothing but stare directly at her, allowing her to touch his cheek with nothing but a twisted, sinister grin to meet his lips. Strange, but he felt... Happy? By this.

Panting... She hand raised the gauntlet to tare the sword from her stomach and stone and sent in spinning off into a direct to clatter somewhere else out of her vision.
"Uncle," There, she said it. The sad fact that she still saw him as her Uncle... She couldn't give a shit and hoped he didn't too. Her body flopped to the side and she pulled herself close his - the blood making that easy for her, the stone was much more greasy thanks to that. She touched his lips with her own, and smiled right at his face, "... Did you enjoy... Making..." Love? So clich?? "Did you enjoy tainting me? My Alex?"

No matter who said what about the 'family ties', she was not of blood, and he no longer bore the name "Ravenlock". All direct ties to being considered a part of the family was broken. For good. 'Uncle', by this time, was a mere nickname. One he appreciated when it came from lil' Lucy. Her question caused a small chortle to sound, emeralds fixating upon the pits of the sockets.
"Every moment of it, Lulu.." He found a new nick name to call her every little bit. This just happened to be one of them.

Lulu... Youth... Eyeless sockets - this was all to sickening to some, however... In a room of corpses and in a hall of Death these two were true star-crossed evil fucks. A giggle? A chuckle? A dark chortle? Lucy was just laughing right at him... Who could have thought? Lucy and Alex; but then... Of course seriousness had to come to this exchange - she rolled atop of him, staring into his face, smirking. "And how do we go about this now, hm? Uncle? Do we deny this ever happened?"

"I... don't care." Darkly as he looked up towards her, "I didn't do this to hide it. Nor did I do it to share it... I did it, solely because I wanted to." Darkly, yet still. The gaze was cold, and hungry. Emeralds flicked between either of those lifeless sockets, his own twist of possible laughter nearly ready to emit. And he was drenched in a bit of blood, to boot. This was all too... Sickly to be real. However, he didn't once care to react to it.

Lucy whispered too back in her darkest tone imaginable, "My Dark Prince does not care for his little barrier to the insane to not know of what he had been doing with little, cute and innocent Lucy Ravenlock?" A lusty whisper - sadistic almost... Was she trying to make him feel bad? Was she testing the grounds of how far she could push this? "You don't care?"

"I didn't stutter, Lu." Gaze, ever dark as it has been, stared up into her. As though, to her 'soul'. "As far as I can see, it's not as though it's necessary to go explaining to the world. Nor is it something shameful that it should forever be hidden away if some inquiring minds are ever interested in... Finding out. What one wishes to dig up, one will find."

"And if she asks you will say? I find that..." She moved on closer, her hand grasping his manhood in that gauntlet - cold! Freezing in fact - and threatening too with those sharpened metallic nails there present too against the swelling burning nub at the very tip. "Uncle... My second in Command... Maybe one day if you wish we could rule together, hm? Without titles? With Mina and Mu and the Army below us... Hmm? What do you say to that?"

"I believe our age to rule... Has already begun." Staring up at her yet still. All this was spoken with such seriousness, it was devious to say the very least. The darkness that always crept about him lingered, and that cold, chilling gaze remained ever intact. It was a plague upon the life that he normally led. And no longer did he have to burden himself with the crown of being kept in a masquerade. Certainly, he'd go on to act as though nothing was nothing, but it was there. And it was revealed.

A chuckle her slender cold hand touching his cheek, along the scratch she had made there. Her tongue met skin - meeting old wound, licking with a groan, "Mmmm... Maybe I should call you my King?" She mused.

"The howls of the darkness knows no name... I am simply me, to you." Ugh, there he goes. But he was serious in the claim. He didn't want to be known as Alex. Or Lord. Or King. He wanted to just be he. The man with the devil as his advocate.

A grin, "Then he with no title or name, otherwise known as Alex shall be known then, by my side. Someone to be feared by all..." She looked lusty as much as she did back then many weeks ago, "Imagine it... A horde of Dead devouring the living and with us standing high, watching... Seeing the enemies fall to their knees."

"You speak that of which I already plan..." So devious. But, thankfully this was just he who was speaking. He who was tired of parading around as though he just wanted to live, no, that was not the case, now. It was he who wanted to be free. "The world shall be our oyster."

A frown, "That sounds so clich? though, how about the world can be our playground? We can beat up any kids we wanna?" She shook her head side to side, almost like in one of those 'whatever' movements of the head. "Hey, Uncle... I just realized. Your seed is in me." She snickered.