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(Lol, okay.)
(Lol, it's fine. Too tired to get some of them anyways, if it's stuff I know.)
(And I'm taking inspiration from Alsator and my own mind here, lol.)

Erik tilts his head at an unnatural angle, his face turning more sharp, more angular, eyes narrowing.

"Who said I'd have to cut you open, hmmmm?" he retorts. "If I wanted, I could literally just shatter every bone while keeping you alive, making sure each and every single frgment hits the end of a nerve. Paralyze you for eternity, still breathing, still alive, but forever in pain. I could turn your insides into a smoothie without even batting an eyelash. I can and will rip out each and every single hair on you body with my bare hands, and so what if skin and flesh comes with it? I can turn your brain to putty with a single blow."

At the end of this tirade, his face is literally glowing red and black. You can see and hear his aura crackling and snapping around him. And his grin is painfully wide, stretching from literal ear to ear.

"And I can command you easily. All I require is a strong enough leash and collar." he replies.

Eriks grin turns even more demented, and it should be at this point that Stefan realizes just how far gone this boy was already, how far into the madness this person already was. "Just leave that to me, raven boy."

Stefan laughed at Erik's tirade. He didn't care if this bitch was gone or not—he could tell. His hair fell to the left of his face, covering it up. His hand encompassed the right of his face, mapping out where scars would cover, promoting him to monster territory. "You could only dream of doing that to me" His eyes had crossed over to a red glow, much like a hellhound's. It was monster v.s monster. "You may be a fate worse than death, but I have cheated death. I will continue to do so. Now let's act like civil partners. Shall we?" Stefan's eyes sparked back to blue, and he removed his hand from his face. He waved his hand at his comment about the collar and leash. "I am not your pet. Go get another bitch to do your bidding." He watched Erik's smile turn demented from the shadows. He wasn't concerned about the stable mentality of this boy. Stefan was just concerned about how well he could fit as a new member of the royal family. "Raven boy? That's a new one."

Erik's head tilts further, at an impossible angle. He's imagining where exactly this boys scars should go, exactly how far he should go when hurting him. Whether he should take one of those pretty eyes, or maybe his smooth tongue.

"I will dream of it, and I can daydream of it too." he hisses back.

"Ooh, cheating death? Tell me, was it just a loophole, or did you actually cheat Death?" he asks.

"'Civil partners.' So we're together now? Or is this just a thing where we'll be using each other for sex?" he says snidely.

"Well, there'll be a lot more of that, you fucked up excuse for a former human." he laughs. Even his laugh was fractured, sounding exactly like this boy looked.

he picks up half of the load easily, then jogs towards the school. People call out, point at him, and he turns his gaze to them. The people freeze up, then start shaking, leaving the boy alone. They all knew him. They could all tell he had shattered completely.

Stefan rolled his eyes. "Stop calculating how you will hurt me. I know you will one day, and I am fine with that. I'll end up like dad." He picked up a gallon of gasoline. "My way of cheating death was technically a loophole, but who the hell cares? I still cheated death." He turned to look at the boy, studying his face. Too bad he was cute, or Stefan might have actually screwed it up. He shrugged, "Who knows. We could be partners, but I don't use people for sex. Do I look like I do?" His blonde hair was stained red, and his smile was deranged. His build was lean, close to being underweight. He had been deprived of dinner for a few nights because of how he was holding back on his training. He was naturally lean, but a few nights without food could ruin him. His blue eyes glittered in the sun, defining his facial features. "I may be a fucked up former human, but you are a fucked up half-human." His tone turned to a softer one with an edge. "I almost want to fuck you up more." He gave a quick laugh and followed Erik to the school.

Erik smirks, his features transforming in an instant as he straightens back up. He waves his hand once more, but the fractured look is still completely there. He doesn't bother to hide it. There's no point.

"Whatever." he laughs.

"Death cares, doesn't he?" he shrugs.

Erik laughs darkly. "You're a demon. And yes, you do."

"That is true." he snickers. "But I've heard that one before."

"Good luck. I'm already splitting apart at the neurons. You'd have to shatter my sub-conscious mind to break me more." he says cheerily.

Stefan titled his head as he kept staring into the boy's fractured eyes. It’s like he was trying to prove a point. He definitely had his own crooked look, but nothing as bad as this. “Do you think death cares? No one in hell cares. Unless your death and I have ruined your plans.” Stefan looked at all the kids milling around outside and scoffed. A bunch of losers with happy little families. How fun. He didn’t like human children. They reminded him of his backwards brother. His next answer briskly escaped his mouth. “I don’t do sex work, sorry. It doesn’t matter if I am a demon or not. I have things to do. Like burning down this goddamn school.” He set down his gallon of gasoline. Stefan whirled around and grabbed Erik by the throat. “You may be a fucked up psycho.” He let go, his voice airy and light. “But that’s what makes you cute!”

Erik chuckles.

"He cares. I've escaped his icy grip. I did get half my eyesight nocked away." he snorts. And if Stefan were to look at his left eye closely, there would seem to be more fragments in that one. More truth to the brokenness.

"'Sex work' is most of what I've had to do to keep people silent. Either that, or killing them. There's also blackmail. . ." he laughs.

"Yeah, let's burn it to the ground. Then let's move on to the rest of this godforsaken town. . ." he smirks.

He doesn't flinch, leaning in close to Stefan's neck when he was released. He runs a finger along the artery there, then puts pressure there. "Same goes for you, sicko."

Stefan looked at Erik’s pretty shattered blind eye. He tilted his head to look at it from intricate angles like a crow. He almost reached out to touch it but restrained himself greatly. “He never cared about me. I have felt death before. It’s a black bottomless pit with zero emotion, but I stood right back up and walked off.” He felt his own face as if he were searching for the scars that were on his father, but found nothing. His face was clear except for the sizable scar on his mandible.

Stefan held the hilt of his sword for comfort while watching the kids. “I am always silent. I don’t say anything to anyone. I lurk in the shadows alone. It’s better confronting the nightmares that don’t even phase me alone than with anyone by my side.” He kept his pretty blues in the courtyard of the school. He dropped his guard. “Yes. Let us burn all and make it look like the embers of hell.”

When Erik started to touch his neck, he flinched from the icy touch, but otherwise stayed still. Feeling Erik draw the flow of the artery in his neck and then put pressure made him smile and giggle. Stefan didn’t know why. It just did. “Planning on how you’ll slit my throat? Or kiss it? If I am a sicko, then what are you?” Stefan paused for a moment. “You are well beyond psycho.”

Erik blinks slowly, obscuring his eyes for a moment, knowing full well now just how fixated this demon was on him.

"That may be true. And Death is so much more than cold, empty space. . . it is the opposite of light, an entrancing void filled with those who can't move on. So much to feed off of there. . ." he murmurs, eyes far away as he imagines it. His eyes get caught on the scar and he stares at it in fascination, watching as it moves with the rest of this strange boy.

"And yet here you are. With me. Makes you wonder, does it not?" he smirks.

"And then. . . then we take the world and crush it." Erik laughs

He watches as Stefan stiffens slightly, grinning madly. And when the boy giggles, he's reminded that he's still human, even if he's still broken. Even if this demon was annoying, this demon was his. His to annoy, his to break. All his. "Maybe I'm just curious. And yeah, I'm well beyond psycho. But so are you."

Stefan let out a little whine when Erik closed his eyes. "Death is an endless void of shadow that sucks the light out of things. It's like trying to move through thick oil. You can't. It will forever hold its grip around your neck like an albatross." He watched the boy stare inquisitively at his scar. Stefan smiled—his smile is the smile of an insane man with a plan. "Maybe I'll let you create more scars." He had a sly look, but it also translated as seductive. He brushed his fingertip over the places he would welcome scaring while staring at Erik with challenging eyes. "Go ahead, give it a shot." Stefan taunted Erik. With enough taunting, he knew the boy would snap and hit him.

Stefan snapped at Erik. "Do not question my motives! I will slink right back into the comfort of shadow. You will never be able to find me. You don't have eyes for that. I can simply leave you stranded and lonely. But you wouldn't want that. You've hinted at it multiple times! You are lovesick and have nobody. That's why you imprinted on me so easily!" He huffed, shrugging his shoulders and turning his head. He had the annoyance of a royal, but had the looks of an angel. How ironic for his bloodline. "See, Erik." Stefan spat his name. "I would gladly burn the world and crush it with you. Maybe do other things while we're at it." He laughed like that of the mad hatters, insane and delusional. He watched the boy grin while watching Stefan's every move. He got up close to Erik, face to face. "You should know by now that I don't break easily. No diamond shatters easily. You say I am mad—but I'd like to know how. I have seen every part of your madness, but I have not shown mine." He ran his thumb across the boy's jawline. His words rolled off his tongue smoothly.

(These two are. . . oh my lord, their dynamic is amazing. This is the best bad relationship I've ever had the chance to write or RP.)

"And yet, you escaped, did you not?" Erik smiles.

"Oh, I already planned on scarring you. Marking you as mine." he laughs brokenly.

He tilts his head. "But why now?"

"I'm not questioning your motives, I'm questioning my own." he smirks.

"And leave then. No matter where you go, who you hide behind, I will find you. There is no place in Heaven or Hell that can hide you, no depths of the Abyss. I only imprinted because I find you interesting." he retorts.

"And what 'other things'? I have a few things in mind, and yet I get the feeling you have a much more in-depth idea than I do."

"You know, Stefan, I have ways of breaking people. Don't underestimate me. You are mad in the way of all demons: a wild fallen thing, intent on reaping its revenge upon this world for the 'wrongs' done to it." he snickers.

Stefan rolled his eyes, looking at something in front of him. "I may have escaped, but what does that say about me? Anyone can break through the chains of death. It's the willpower to stay alive for revenge before death slices your neck open. Yes? You've felt it before, believe me." He picked up a gallon of gasoline with fire in his eyes. He gazed towards the school. The desire to torch shit infested one's mind like a virus. Pyromania was Stefan's little quirk, and he couldn't hold back anymore. "Good. If you do—try to do it with silver or iron. Otherwise, my skin would heal. Guess I am yours now, but not in the way you might think." Stefan smiled 'sweetly' and wished he could be burned with kerosene more than anything. It sounded like one hell of a time to be burned alive. He shook his head. "Why? Because something in my head had clicked. You said I was a psycho—You're right."

Stefan started to walk closer to the school, not caring if people could see him or not. He called out. "You should be questioning yourself. I'm the only thing keeping you grounded in reality." He shrugged. "And that's why I won't leave. Who else will figure out your twisted mind? Not anyone on this earthly plane. They are all too scared." He was sizing up the school in his mind. How long will it take the fire to spread, and how much gasoline would it take? He figured they had enough. "Aw! I'm interesting! I find that to be a step in the right direction." Stefan started to pour a circle of gasoline around the school, so anyone in it would have to walk through a wall of fire. "My other things are way in-depth. There are things I would do for you, but we can save that for another day." His laugh is a short, maddening one. "You're right Erik! I hate this Earth! Most of the people on it are stupid. I don't reap what I sow for nothing! But I am mad in other ways too!"

(Insanity unlocks power, power furthers insanity. . . Erik is now on the path to becoming worse than Nyx, were it possible.)

"Yeah, that is true. I have felt the sting of His blade at my throat, ready to take my life. And yet, I scare him. He doesn't want to take my life, seeing as how I'd become one of the worst demons." Erik laughs, eyes blazing up with multicolored fire as he examines the gallon of gasoline at his own feet.

"How about holy metals, like adamas?" he asks, picking up the gasoline.

"Oh, I'm already so far out of reality that I'm nearly in Hell already, Stefan." he grins. "And yeah, I suppose that's true. And you want to know why you won't leave? Because you enjoy the thought of having someone who isn't scared of who you are, of having someone next to you that may just be crazier than Alastor, maybe even Lucifer."

He walks up to the school with Stefan. "Interesting and crazy, in this sense, have the same meaning, just so you know."

"What would you like to do to me, hmmm?" he asks, raising one hand, a kaleidoscope of fire blazing in his eyes. He holds up his hand, and it ignites with the same fire, fingers curled into claws. With one swift flick of his wrist, he flings the demonfire at the school like a curveball, revelling in the screams that resonate from the school. He looks down at his hand and laughs.

"Huh, I guess I do have magic after all. It was just locked away." he says, tossing away the gasoline. "Like my mind was locked away."

Stefan laughed at his antics. “You scare everyone. But you still don’t scare me. You seem adamant about scaring me. I told you it won’t work. I’ve been around the worst of the worse. Every night, I confront my nightmares. They pool in my brain and obscure my vision, but I don’t complain. I will never crack under the pressure of fear.” He continued to pour all of his gasoline around the school. He looked happy. Thrilled. He laughed under his breath at the joy of burning this whole place to the ground. “Anything holy burns me. Give it a shot, bitch boy.” He lit all the gasoline with a little hellfire, and BOOM—there is a ring of blue hellfire surrounding the school. “NOW THAT IS MORE LIKE IT!” His face twisted into a smile, desperate to hear screams of pain. He started bouncing on his toes, eager to bash some heads.

Stefan looked over his shoulder back at Erik. He had a proud smile like a little kid who had aced school. "You're right. I do like having someone who isn't scared of me. If it were up to me, those pretty pink lips of yours would be mine. You might be insane, but you sure are cute." When Erik walked up to him, Stefan got closer to him. "As in what I would do to you? I would need your permission first." Stefan started to giggle, his face blushing. Watching Erik throw a ball of hellfire made him grin like a proud father. He marveled over the fact he had found this new power. "Everything is locked away inside of you. I can help you unlock it." He tried to test the waters by hugging Erik.

"Yeah, that is true. I'm intent on scaring you because I'm not used to anyone not being afraid of me." Erik retorts.

"Anything, huh? Good to know. I have some crucifixes lying around. Blessed iron as well. . ." he laughs.

Erik laughs with Stefan. "HELL YEAH, BABY!"

He smirks. "Knew it. And those lips of yours. . . I'd love to have them myself. And it's the psychos that are always the cutest, didn't you know that?"

"Well, permission granted, shitty hair." he smirks, wrapping a demonfire shrouded arm around his new partner's waist.

"Oh, the crazier I get, the more I'll unlock anyways. The more I kill, the more I'll unlock." Erik smiles darkly, giving Stefan a full view of all his flawless teeth for once, besides one, which was chipped. It was the left incissor on the top, and it had become like that when the baseball bat incident happened.

Stefan smacked Erik lightly on the cheek. "Get used to it. You will never be able to scare me for as long as you live. But—it was worth the grand old college try." He smirked. "I guess you're set to burn me, then. I have a strange desire to earn scars by your hand." He held Erik's hand and studied it for a few minutes before dropping it. "You are skilled in hurting people. I know you won't miss." He gave Erik a smile of ill-will. The circles under his eyes got darker, and he started to look unwell. "For some reason, yes. Psychos are the cutest of all the people on this planet. The way how they tear things apart without a second thought. Sends shivers up my spine." Stefan brushed his fingers across Erik's face while listening to the crackling fire and screams of torment. "I am glad I have your permission." He laughed. "Welcome to hell, Erik. It will be one fun ride." Feeling Erik's arm around his waist was a blessing. He stood on his tipsy toes (I assume Erik is taller) and got up into Erik's face. "Let's kill more!" He said in a tone of sadism. That's right, folks! He's a sadist and masochist.

(Another song for these two: "Gasoline" by Halsey)
(Don't mind the occassional Dante references. . .)

Erik grabs the hand, holding it tightly. "Yeah, yeah, whatever."

"I really am. And there's also heavenly fire, which all demons - Greater Demons, at least, like Lilith and Abbadon - should still be able to use. So I guess I should scar you up." he laughs.

"I never miss." he smirks, eyes still blazing brightly.

"Like you." Erik says thoughtfully, tracing Stefan's face softly using the tip of one finger. He stops at the corner of Stefan's eye, a small but bright flame appearing at the place where his finger is touching. A tiny sizzle is heard, and a dime size burn appears there.

"Whatever." he laughs.

"'Hope not ever to see Heaven. I have come to lead you to the other shore; into eternal darkness; into fire and into ice. . .'" he murmurs in response.

"Yeah. This place blows." he laughs, pulling out both daggers and spinning them, then enters a nearby house. The sounds of screams and tearing flesh are heard shortly after, and Erik emerges painted in a fresh coat of blood.

Stefan raised an eyebrow at Erik. "Hand-holding? This early in the game." He laughed. "How cute. I didn't know you had a nice bone in your body, but you do have a cute face." More Stefan trying to flirt while the school behind him is on fire. He grabbed Erik's jaw and stared into his eyes. "You better bitch. I like scars." He kissed the boy without warning. "Yeah, I am pretty cute." The muscles in his face contorted when Erik traced his face. His smile was wide, and his eyes glimmered in the sun. Stefan saw the little flame out of the corner of his eyes and giggled when his skin was burned. He felt the new burn to get familiar with it. "No—I have come to lead you to hell where you can join the rest of the family. And be with me, of course." The smell of burning gasoline reached his senses. It made him jittery and it flowed throughout his body. "You could say it is a popsicle stand, could you not?"

Erik drops the hand with one raised eyebrow raised. "Whatever, Stefan."

"And I don't have a nice bone in my body. Hand-holding shows that you're mine, and only mine." he smirks. "The nice face hides the real me. But the eyes always show."

He clenches his jaw, unused to having someone do that without the purpose of seeing if there was proper fear in his eyes, but otherwise doesn't react, staring Stefan down. "If you like scars, wait until you see mine. It'll be fun watching you add to them, especially the large ones around my shoulder blades. . ."

His words trail off, eyes glowing with fervent memories of shearing away his own wings. He comes back to "reality" after a moment. "That's the point of the quote, dipshit."

"You could. But it might be more apt to say it's a forest of dry, dead trees and we're just clearing them away."

"You seem to say whatever a lot. Ran out of words or just dismissive of me?" He drew his hand back against his body, still staring deeply into Erik's eyes. "I have an idea you may or may not like. Why don't we kill all the seven deadly sins? We're the next generation. We deserve to become the sins. We deserve the limelight! We’re better then those greater demons." His eyes sparkled with excitement. “Or better yet—angel hunting!” He turned his attention back to the burning embers. His eyes perfectly captured the blue flames of the building. He tilted his head to look at the destruction from a different angle. "I can add to scars." He sounds far away as he's entranced by the blue flames. "I don't care if it's the point. I just like watching the dumpster fire." Stefan crept closer to the flames. He was about to put his hand in the flames when he heard sirens. "Erik! We should get out of here. I hear sirens, and as far as I know, they're not good."

Erik chuckles darkly. "'Whatever' is just what I say."

"Ooh, hell yes! But then, how do we choose who takes the powers of who? Wouldn't I need to die to become a Deadly Sin? Actually, I can solve that right now." he says, not even pausing for breath. He didn't feel the need to.

"How about Sin killing, then we set fire to Heaven itself. Tear the wings from the angels backs, rip away their halos, and they're nothing more than emotionless humans." he laughs.

"Same! It's very interesting, watching the flames flicker with the screams of the ones burning. . ." he murmurs, face lit up by the fire and the thoughts of the screams.

"We can take them." he smirks, unsheathing both daggers once more. "We can take them all."

Stefan rolled his eyes. "Whatever." He retorted with a mischievous smile. "Let me tell you, Erik. You are the son of Pride. You get that birthright. If he imprinted on you, then you shall become the sin of pride. I don't know about the other sins, but pride and wrath are all you need." He took Erik's hand. “You dying would make you into a demon. It's preferable but not necessary." Stefan turned Erik's hand over in his and looked up into his broken eyes. Stefan's eyes told Erik all he needed to know. "I'd like to see Heaven burn. Those embers would be a beautiful shade of gold. Angel feathers make for beautiful decoration." He looked up at the setting sun and pulled out his sword. He held it in a ready position, then glanced back at Erik. "If you say so."

"Whatever." Erik smirks.

"I have plenty of pride and wrath." he replies. "And besides, what about lust, envy, greed, gluttony and sloth?"

"And I'd much rather be a demon than a human." he shrugs, examining his flawless but bloody nails. "As a matter of fact, if I'm to be killed by anyone, I'd much prefer it to be you."

"Ab igne aurum venit. . ." Erik snickers.

He goes full speed, one moment next to Stefan, the next moment all the way at the first cop car, a burst of strong wind following the movement. The car explodes in a bright flash of his demonfire, then the next careens and tumbles off into a house. If Stefan was really paying attention, he'd be able to see a faint flash of steel as Erik's blades flash and dance, the fine sprays of blood and flesh that fly out as he moves.