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Stefan stood up on his feet and got into Erik's face. "Let's get this straight here, kiddo. I am the full-fledged prince of hell and crown to the throne. Don't get in my way of the throne, or I will kill you for real." He snarled at Erik. "I don't want to see your half-demon self strutting around like you own the place!" Even though Stefan is yelling at Erik about his status, he was once half-demon too. "I don't care if you kill your mom anymore. Have fun! Do whatever you like. You cannot drag me around." Stefan pulled out his sword and slashed Erik on the arm. "There! Your little wish is complete. Now do me a favor and NOT EXIST!"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. What I mean is I'm a child of one of the Seven Deadly Sins, bitch." Erik snorts.

"I'd like you to watch, though, since it seems you get enjoyment out of pain. Other peoples, at least." he grins, looking more unhinged by the second.

He doesn't even flinch, raising his slashed forearm to his mouth and licking away the blood. "'Not exist', huh?"

(I think I should go to bed 💀)

Stefan started to laugh. "Oh no, I’m sooo scared.” He remarked. “Not one of those bitchy nobles. SO AM I! It doesn’t make you special.” He puffs out his chest and points to himself with his thumb. “I am the son of Wrath, who is the king of hell. If dad is killed, then I get the throne and be the deadly sin of Wrath. Pick your poison." He sat down on the bench again and started to look his sword over. “Just because on of you parents is friends with my dad doesn’t mean we’re friends or anything.” Stefan started to wipe the blood off his sword. "Sure, why not? I like pain—I like to inflict it. That is what dad taught me. Why don't we go murder your mother for fun? Hell would have gained another fallen soul." His words are said in a snide tone. "Well—you exist. You don't have any royal blood in you to take the throne—so you're not a nuisance I have to rid of." He watched as Erik licked up his blood. "You bloodthirsty bastard."

(Probably, yeah. Then again, I'm about 7 hours late in responding, so. . . ;-;)
(And this is about to get dark. Maybe as dark as Nyx, even. Just watch, lol. There's gonna be a lot of blood.)

"My mom is a descendant of Asmodeus, Lust herself. I am the child of Pride, Lucifer, and the only nephew of Mammon, Greed. I think I'd have more of a claim to the throne than you, boy." Erik snarls.

"Whatever." he snorts. He holds out a hand for the sword. "And if we're gonna go, let's go."

"Rid yourself of? Now, why would you do that to someone as sweet and as innocent as me?" he snarks. "And yeah, I'm bloodthirsty. Get used to it."

(Yesss >:). If you want to know anything about me: I like dark and bloody stories)

“Oh brother. A bitch who parades himself around. I am a pure descent of Wrath. Not a mishmash of dumb deadly sins.” Stefan gave him his sword and glared at him. “Where have you been if you think you get the throne? Definitely not near my dad and siblings.” He took a deep breath. “A lot of things have changed before your birth. Deal with it.” He got up and followed Erik. Stefan looked dry after the being drenched with water. He pushed his hair out of his face, looping his arm around Erik’s. “Alright, bitchy boy, let’s go. I don’t want to waste any more time in the sunlight. It’s dangerous.” Stefan started walking and playfully smacked Erik on the back of the head. “You are not sweet and innocent. You’re more of a pain in my back, but whatever thorn bush. Your mom could be a good blood donor. Let’s go make a bloodbath.” Stefan smiled with a murderous glint. Just like his daddy, murdering was his favorite pastime.

(Lol, same honestly. Quick question though: graphic bloody? Or simple bloody?)

Erik smirks.

"Whatever. Being 'pureblooded' is lame anyways." he says snidely.

"Oh, lord. You really have no confidnce in me. . ." he mutters, rolling his eyes skyward.

He looks down at the arm wrapped around his, then sighs. "Whatever."

"'Thorn bush.' That's also new." he chuckles, starting towards the hellhole that was his house. It was a simple, ramshackle affair, with peeling paint and roughly patched holes in the roof. He kicks open the door, tossing his bag to the side. He walks into his mother's room, kicking her and her boyfriend awake, quite literally.

"Up, you little pigs. I'm done." he snarls.

They startle awake and get up, gingerly touching the places that were kicked. They smile slightly.

"You won't-" they start to say, but the dagger flashes. Two ears fall to the ground.

(Go the extra mile to make it graphic bloody)

Stefan rolled his eyes at how unabashed Erik was being. He smacked him across the face. “Being pure blood is not lame. It gives you status—something you don’t have.” He turned his head, looking away from the boy. He knew he could easily piss him off. From what Stefan did know about him, he was not an effective leader. “No, I don’t have any confidence in you. You couldn’t run hell for one day if you tried. You would crack under the pressure.” He pushed Erik to the side, letting his elbow slip and hit his rib. “Oops.” He smirked. “I guess you’ve already cracked.” Stefan started to laugh, but was cut off when Erik started to drag him along.

When Stefan saw the house, he shuttered at the horrors. This place made him feel uneasy and was not fit for a prince to enter. He hesitated to step inside. Once he did, he turned to see a mirror in the hall. When Stefan saw himself in the mirror, he punched it. It shattered into a million pieces, little whispers escaping with the words, ‘help me. He checked his hand-over at the new, bloody wounds, the glass crunching under his boots. His eyes shifted around the hallway, looking for possible dangers while Erik dragged him to his mother’s room.

Once Erik started to wake the two in the bed, Stefan glanced around. He couldn’t stand all the horrors trapped in one room. He looked at the two adults. He nearly screamed and grabbed the sword from Erik. Ironically, the devil’s son was about to stab the devil out of these two beings. “Die!” He screamed, holding the sword in a defensive position. He watched Erik and his dagger with uneasy eyes.

(Okay! For the people watching, if y'all have any triggers: I suggest leaving now. Prefferably until it hits page 3. It's about to get bloody.)
(Lol, if only you knew how violent my dreams were sometimes ;-;)

Erik laughs at the slap, not reacting otherwise, not even flinching at the elbow to the ribs.

He looks at Stefan. "Oh, shut the fuck up. I can hear you shuddering."

Erik pushes Stefan back, easily, almost absently, as he picks up the ears and studies them. The two adults stood there, frozen, as blood leaked from their heads. And the next thing they knew, their feet gave out from beneath them. Except not really, because Erik had cut them down at the ankles. Now they did scream, and Erik gives them a bloodthirsty smile, entertained.

"Scream for me, scream well, and I may end your suffering quickly." he laughs as he moves them up against the wall, sitting up, and chops them up, joint by painful joint. Once he reaches the waist, he switches to his bare hands, pulling them apart, revelling in the blood as it washes his hands, as it gets all over his legs, his chest, and even his face. All the time, the two adults are screaming and crying, begging the vengeful teen for mercy, but no mercy is forthcoming. Any chance they'd had, especially his mother, was long gone. The blood misted the air and splattered against the wall behind them as he rips his hands through them, quickly enough for blood to be flung everywhere, slow enough that he knew they felt every single inch of skin on their body tearing. He pulls out each bone, tears apart the muscle slowly, and even pulls out their hair. By the time hes was done, the wall was soaked in blood and so was he. He gets up, teeth bared in a skull-like grin, eyes blazing with power and glee. He held out his hand, revealing four globular items that upon closer inspection were there eyes.

"I lied. No matter how well they screamed, their death, especially my mothers, would be slow and painful." he says, voice sounding way lighter.

"Now let's go burn down a school, shall we?" he laughs, striding towards the garage, where there was a few gallons of gasoline for the lawnmower that was never used.

(Bro just wants to have fun. I'm trying to make Stefan ✨a maniac✨, but I think pyromania might do him well)

Stefan shook himself off. He was covered in blood splatters too, but he wasn't scared or sad. He was upset. "What is the point of having an outfit anymore?" He huffed while putting his sword back in its sheath. He looked at the bags of dead flesh and bones. From a pant pocket, Stefan pulled out some sulfur. He popped off the top of the vile, the putrid egg smell wafting throughout the air. He poured some sulfur into his hand while chanting a phrase in Latin. Stefan's smile was far from bright and happy. "Have fun in hell, you motherfuckers!" And with that, everything burst into blue flames only contained in that area.

Stefan looked at the eyes Erik held out in his hand. He snatched them from the boy and retrieved an empty jar. He put the eyes inside the jar and popped the top back on. Stefan held it up to his face to look at the pretty eye colors. "They say the eyes are the window to the soul. There is no soul in these. It's just the glamours of hell." He laughed and held the jar close to him like a kid would with a teddy bear. "Slow and painful deaths are the best. If it was quick—that would be a form of mercy. There is no mercy here, just murder." Looking around, Stefan swiped a Damascus steel dagger and swung it around.

Following Erik to the garage, he mutters. "Burning down a school sounds fun—but you're probably not going to pick the fun times of the day." He put the dagger through the cork top of the jar and gave it to Erik. Stefan picked up a gallon of gasoline and glared at it. "We're going to need a lot more gasoline. This won't be enough. Schools are big!" As far as Stefan knew, schools didn't burn down easily. Burning down a school might be a challenge, but when two teens covered in the blood come marching your way, you know nothing will hold them back.

(Lol, I think both these boys were alread ✨ maniacs✨, but yeah. And simple bloody murder suits Erik well, no? Red suits him well. Better than black.)

Erik shrugs.

"If it bugs you that much, take off the damn clothes." he mutters.

He laughs at Stefan's next words. "Get them the Furies or something. Make sure they're in pain for eternity."

"Yeah. Those two, especially my mother, had no soul to begin with." he smirks, snatching away the dagger by the blade.

He tilts his head, looking full-on at Stefan now, meeting his gaze. The light in his own violet-red eyes was fractured, almost like looking into a kaleidoscope: you could get lost in the patterns, drawn down, down, down. "'The fun times' are when there's kids in the school to burn, Mr. Demon Man."

Stefan looked token back. "I WILL NOT BE STRIPPING IN FRONT YOU! Thank you very much." He snapped at Erik, then grumbled to himself. Stefan was no fool when it can to talking to strangers. Some will try to get you into their bed. He then looked at Erik and shrugged. "They'll get the torture demons. They're great at making people suffer. I am the son of a wrath demon—I like to make people suffer." Stefan crossed his arms and puffed out his cheeks when the dagger was snatched out of his hand. He almost when to go get a spray bottle, but what use would that do? It would only make Erik a drenched maniac with blood dripping off his face. "Some humans are born with corrupt souls." He locked his eyes with Erik's, watching the kaleidoscope refract the fire from Stefans. It made for a pretty light show, and his smiled. "NOW YOU'RE TALKING!" He clicked his tongue, the freckles dancing along his checks as he kept resetting his smile. "And my name is not 'Mr. Demon Man'. It's Stefan. Don't worry, Erik, I already know your name. Daddy told me about you."

(Yeah, I do that a lot. And Erik does not sing, unless it's a song about fire and/or murder and/or other such edgelord things. Erik is the Edge Lord of edgelords, lmao.)

Erik smirks and waves an airy hand. Incidentally, the one that now had the Damascus steel dagger in it.

"That's what everyone says at first." he retorts.

"Yeah, whatever. I might as well become a demon myself then." he snorts.

"Like me. And you, since I know you had to be at least partly human once." he snickers.

He tilts his head slyly. "You find my eyes interesting. Not many people would dare look me in the eyes like you are. But then again, you haven't learned to fear me yet. I don't I really want you to learn."

"Okay, Stefan." he snickers. "And yeah, whatever. That means that you must've asked in the first place."

(But—Marceline's little song just fits him so perfectly)

Stefan hissed. He caught the hilt of the dagger and pulled it out of Erik's hand. "Be careful where you wave that thing, could have nicked me in the neck. And of course, everyone says that. It's called modesty bitch." Stefan carried one of the gallons into the house and set it by the door. "You can't become a full-fledged demon unless you are murdered." His shoulders dropped, and he looked at the pieces of shattered glass on the ground. His face twisted in the glass shards, and it looked like his dad's burnt face. He sighed. "Yes—I used to be half-human once, but I told you, my brother murdered me." Twisting his head around to look back into Erik's eyes, he discards the glass shards. Stefan picked up another gallon while locking eyes with Erik. "I like how the fire in my eyes refracts in yours. It's pretty." He put the gallon by the other one, then pat Erik on the back. "I am not the fearful one in my family tree. I will never learn to fear you." He leaned in to whisper to Erik. "I didn't ask. Dad told me about you and then sent me on my way." Stefan leaned back and smiled his usual twisted smile.

(Yeah, that is true. . . I feel lke these two's theme song would be "Insane" by Black Gryph0n and Baasik, honestly. [I really suggest listening to it if you haven't. It's about the Radio Demon from Hazbin Hotel.])

Erik snatches the dagger back, hissing louder. His slit-pupils narrow as he observes Stefan.

"Never take anything out of my hands." he snarls. He immeditately returns to his former broken-eyed, fractured smile state. He's looking more and more deranged by the second now.

He waves his hand again, this time nearly slicing himself open, not even flinching. "Yeah, whatever. I'm sure someone will eventually."

"Yeah, yeah, I'm not giving you any pity or sympathy or empathy. I don't have the time nor the inclination to do so." he snorts.

"Oh, really? Mmmm. . . maybe you should stop looking into my eyes. It'll only serve to break your mind further." he laughs.

"Oh, bullshit. You came and answered my 'prayer'. Even if you didn't ask, you still wanted to know." he says, pulling another galon of gasoline from a dark corner and setting it outside. The blood was starting to dry, and he looked like a nightmare creature.

(Ah—good old Alastor)

"I will take anything I'd like, bitch." His wings poofed out, and he looked like an angry raven. His blood-splattered clothes made him look like he had recently come from war. Stefan watched Erik closely with his nose scrunched up. "You're so sure someone will strip in front of you. You'd have to break them first." He carried the last gallon to the door. He hung out in the door frame, leaning against it with his legs and arms crossed. "I don't need your damn sympathy. I'm just telling you my story. I don't need anyone's sympathy. It makes me sick—I'd rather manipulate people." Stefan signed, folding his wings, and they poofed away. His back slammed against the door frame. "Ow! I am already broken, bitch! Try to break me further—I have crossed the point of no return! (Phantom of the Opera ref, hehe)." Stefan smiled at his new buddy and stood up, walking outside in the night. "I don't answer prayers. I answer the call to murderers, and you are a murderer." He turned his back and started to laugh like a psycho after seeing Erik. "You look like how my dad did after committing genocide." Stefan couldn't stop laughing. There was something in his laugh that wasn't human or sane.

(Yeah. . . I really liked Angel Dust though. He, she, they are my literal soul, lol. And their many interactions with Alastor were funny. [I've only watched the pilot so far ;-;])
(And this is exactly where I either turn my characters into psycopaths or make them better people. As you can probably tell, I've been going more towards psycopath, lol.)

Erik glares, the kaleidoscope effect intensifying as his mind breaks further, his smile turning back into the rictus grin. "Try it, slut. I will personally shatter every bone in your body, including the ones in your ears, and use your veins, arteries and capillaries as pasta."

"Why shouldn't I be? I'm hot. And I've broken most of the people in the school already, including the teachers. If I were to say 'Play dead', they'd play dead. If I told them to die, they'd use whatever they had on hand to kill theirself." he snorts.

Erik growls. "Good, because I wasn't going to give it. Honestly, I'm tired of repeating myself."

"I can. And I will. You say you aren't prone to fear. I'll show you exactly why I'm on so many watchlists. (Haven't seen it, lol)" he smirks.

"Genocide sounds like an amazing idea!" Erik exclaims, starting to gain a harsh red glow around him. The thought of death was starting to excite him more and more. He no longer cared if someone or something was innocent or not, he just wanted blood. Death.

(This where I up Stefan's craziness. Time for stealing Jack's ideas from LOTF, lol)
(I am for some reason putting a lot of random reference that one would only get if they listened to a song, read a book, or watched a show. Btw: Phantom is a good movie, but an awesome book [In my humble opinion])

Stefan's laugh stopped when Erik threatened him. He quickly turned on the ball of his heel, hissing at Erik. His eyes weren't as grand as Erik's shattered Christmas lights, but they held the blue fires of hell. "Try to slice me open, and I will cut out the arteries in your neck!" Stefan was shaking from all of his wrath. Getting him out of a state of mind that includes angrily killing everything in your way wasn't hard, but Erik probably wouldn't attempt it. He stepped closer and closer to Erik. "You will not be able to command me. You cannot break me to the point where I am under your command. That's where I draw the line!" Stefan's eyes focused in and out, the dilation of his pupils all over the place. His smile became unhinged, and he stopped in front of Erik. "You cannot break something that is already broken. Have fun trying." He walked over to the gallons of gasoline. "Genocide is fun. You should try it sometime." He picked one up and looked at it. "How are we going to get these to the school?"