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(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?"

(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.