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(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.

Stefan bumped the boy with his arm. "I don't think you understand how the sins work. But lust, envy, greed, gluttony, and sloth all have their own children. You can go find them if you'd like, but I don't have the patience. The devil knows that. It's just me and you in this disastrous world not even heaven can fix." He spun his sword, grinning like a psycho. "I can murder you. I am not afraid to drive this sword through your chest." He shrugged. "You'd be a dangerous demon, Erik. Everyone would suffer a great deal." Stefan then watched him run off to kill those who were to shoot them dead and sighed. "I am incredibly lonely on this Earth." He had no desire to fight when all his battles were fought for him. He closed his eyes, listening to the sounds of destruction. Stefan was not paying attention. He was a rather bored, snobby royal.

Erik shrugs. "That may be so, but in the end, I can kill everyone besides you that is the offspring of a demon. It would be fun. Pleasant."

"And yeah, yeah, yeah, I know everything's fucked. Don't need to remind me." he snorts.

He shrugs. "I a little bit. And I know. I'd have my full potential reached, and I'd be powerful indeed."

"Yeah, whatever!" he calls back as he leaves.

It only takes 5 more minutes for everything to be resolved. Erik comes trotting back, grinning very insanely. His eyes were lit by his own pleasure, the visceral feeling of blades tearing through living flesh still residing in him. "That was fun!"

He holds his arms open. "Kill me now."

Stefan looked up and picked up his sword. He stood up and nodded at Erik. "I am the offspring of a demon, yes. So you cannot murder me. We will destroy this world together, just you and I." He crept closer to Erik. "You'll unlock a lot more abilities than the ones you currently have. You'd be unstoppable like me. You'd be the absolute version of you." He held his sword out in a position to stab. "I assume you're ready for the pain that comes with this process, so I will grant you the luxury that is rebirth." Stefan rushed Erik and stabbed him through the heart, pulling his sword back out. "Good luck, Erik. You're going to need it."

Erik smirks. "Blah blah blah. And yeah, we will. We will destroy all the worlds."

"I know. I'm already unstoppable, though, even being human. And 'absolute'? Seems a little Biblical."

"Yeah, whatever." he laughs, his last words before he gets stabbed. The air rushes out of his lungs and he can already feel himself fading, fading. . . and then he's in a dark, cold place, filled with mist and Mist alike, a deep void. He looks around, then goes up, instinct guiding him. He pushes his way back into the world, still feeling the icy caress of Limbo on him. He opens his eyes, which are now permanently illuminated, fractured, slit-pupiled and terrifying. He looks like a broken angel as he unfurls his 6 foot wings, each feather shimmering and shifting in the same colors as his eyes. He laughs.

"My oh my!" he says, examining the wings. "Aren't we beautiful now?"

Just as an experiment, he pulls out his newer dagger, slicing open his wrist. The blood wells, black and thick as tar, but colored like oil. The wound heals quickly afterwards.

"Oh, this is rich. . ." he smirks, looking at Stefan. "Shall we go kill our Sins now?"

Stefan watched the transformation from human to demon. He always found it fascinating in the least bit. When it took place in Hell, you could watch it in real-time. When Erik emerged from his rebirth, Stefan stared deeply into his broken, slitted eyes. His smile grew wider and wider. “Welcome back, snake face. I half expected you to have peacock features, but then again I don’t have a mane.” He helped Erik up and watched as his wings unfolded. Stefan unfolded his. They were a solid black in low lighting, but on Earth, they glimmered iridescently. “You’re wings are beautiful! Put them to good use. Now that we both can get up off the ground, we’re golden!” He tucked his wings back in so they weren’t fully extended. Stefan watched Erik freak out over the fact he could heal. “Yes, let us go kill our sins. Dad will be waiting for me—and I will be ready to murder him and take the throne. And you-” He looked at Erik. “Can be king as well.” He winked and started on the path to slaughtering the sins, starting with their dads.

(I find it funny how pride is the most dangerous sin, but in my lore, I chose wrath to be the worst (and king) and lust to be his second. Pride is just sitting over there in the corner)

Erik smirks. "'Snake face?' that one's new. And no, you don't. Then again, certain. . . features aren't inherited the same way as humans. Or given so easily."

He flaps them, and a strong wind blows from them. He laughs brokenly. "Thank you. So are yours. And we're not golden, Stefan. We're pure Hell, pure fire and savagery. We are Hell itself now. No longer shall we be judged by Heaven."

"It is our time." he screams, launching himself into the air, then diappearing in a flash, now in Hell. He waits there for Stefan.

(Lol, yeah.)
(It's surprising just how close Lust, Pride and Wrath are to each other.)

Stefan rolled his eyes. "Yep! Snake face. You got those slit pupils. It makes you look like a snake." He giggled. "I was making a joke about having the appearance of the animals of our respective sin. Not the actual genetics of demons, Erik. Nothing is passed down so easily. That's what makes surviving hard." He extended his wings. They looked huge compared to his lean body. He stretched them in an arch and flapped them down. Strong wind knocked a few trees over. When he found himself in Hell, Stefan looked at the burnt landscape, sighing. "Thanks for the compliment, Erik. It's not like you to say that. Heaven never judged us. We were always the children of Hell." Stefan was use to seeing through the red haze of Hell. He wasn't certain if Erik's eyes had adjusted yet.

Erik rolls his eyes. They're completely fractured, including where the whites used to be. "I'm not a fucking evil wizard."

"Whatever. And I know. If that was how it works, we'd be much more powerful." he chuckles.

"Oh, I'm in a good mood right now. Get used to it. I'm going to be in a much better mood, now that I can rule over this place with you." he laughs. "And Heaven judged us when we were born. God passed judgment, and we're unworthy. We never were worthy. So why not rip his wings from his body and fracture his halo? Break his kingdom, break his mind? Kill his servants, the angels. Burn it all."

He was starting to adjust to the dim light, his pupils narrowing then widening. "Let's go kill Sathanas and Lucifer."

(Sathanas is the Lanterne of Light's version of the name Satan. Demonology is fun!)

Stefan laughed, almost doubling over and falling out of the air. "You could call yourself a fucking wizard. You look like one." He looked different when in Hell. Different features of his face had changed. The softer ones looked sharper, and his eyes had a red haze. "Sure you know. Unfortunately, that's not how that works, but we're already pretty powerful." He faced Erik, looking at the palace in the background. "Good. I need you in a good mood. So, you now want to rule with me. What happened to you complaining about being stuck with me?" He snickered. "I was never judged, Erik. I was born here in Hell. My mother was human once, yes. She was the only living human in Hell, but dad has since turned her into a demon. You were passed because of your father. I want to burn Heaven with a passion. But first, we shall murder our parents" He flapped his wing and started to glide to the palace. It was faster to fly.

Erik glares. "Shut the fuck up."

He himself was sharper, his slit-pupiled eyes more cat-like than ever, his cheekbones sharp as razors, his chin more pointed, angled. All in all, the overall effect was that of a ceremonial sword: he is beautiful, has seen battle, and won't hesitate to slice you wide open.

"Whatever." he mutters.

"Shut up." he retorts, voice tinted with dark amusement.

"Yeah, whatever. And yeah, we will."

He takes off after Stefan, keeping pace easily. He looks at his hands, then smirks. "Tell me, do we have our own weapons we can create?"

Stefan rolled his eyes. "Are those the only phrases in your vocabulary. You should learn more words like: Yeah, I am a wizard, or you're adorable. You know, something like that." He turned wing and continued on his path. The atmosphere was burning hot, just like the sun that burned Icarus' wings. His eyes are dark, focusing on murdering his daddy. "You can try to make fire constructs, blood constructs, or shadow constructs. My sword passed down to me from dad." He vigorously flapped his wings, angling his body downwards, and dived towards the palace. Before he went splat on the ground, Stefan pulled his wings back to stop himself. He landed on the steps of the palace.

"Nope, they're just the words I use the most. What's the point of wordplay, if not to trick humans at least?" Erik snorts. "And besides, never will I ever say you're adorable. You are cruel, ruthless, cold and handsome."

He follows Stefan closely, then thinks for a moment. He pulls out his dagger and slices open his wrist, willing the blood into a hilt. He throws in shadow for the keenest edges, and fire for the rest. He grins as the multicolred fire flickers. His oil black blood shines just as strangely, and the only area that isn't colorful are the edges. "Fun. This thing looks fun."

He lands next to Stefan. He looks at him out of the corner of his eyes, licking his lips hungrily. "After we're done here, I'm getting you into bed."

"You dummy. Strengthen your vocabulary if you want to talk to me. I don't talk to middle schoolers." He waved a hand and investigated the entrance to the palace. "You just called me handsome, so there's a point. I also never thought I would hear you calling me cruel, but every day is new." He analyzed the doors to the palace and took a deep breath. He turned his head to look at Erik. "Nice weapon." Stefan opens the door to the palace and starts walking down the hallway. "I didn't know you were that thirsty, Erik. To be king as well, you need to marry me. I don't see that happening anytime soon." The clops of his shoes eerily echo throughout the palace's great hall.

"Says the one that just used the word 'dummy.'" Erik retorts. "And see? I have words. I just don't generally use too many. And yeah, you're the child of Wrath. You're cruel."

He grins. "Thanks. Made it myself."

"Oh, it comes from dear old Lust. Partly from Pride, yes, but mostly from Lust." he smirks. "And I'll do what I want. If I want to marry you right now, I'll marry you right now."

He follows Stefan, then stops. They've reached a set of huge double doors. He smirks, then waves a lazy hand. The doors ignite and burn quickly. He steps through.

Stefan crossed his arms. "I can use the word dummy if I want. At least it's better than whatever or shut up. I guess you're one of those bozos that says "I have to save my words" or some shit." He huffed. "I may be the child of Wrath, but you're also cruel. You can't call me cruel while you're cruel. The checks and balances aren't working out." Stefan continuous to walk down the great wall. There are paintings of all the deadly sins lining the hall. "Alright, lusty boy, let's see what you've got." He giggled. "Then get down on one knee and marry me, coward." He also steps through the burnt door, gazing around the grand hall. Stefan was going to be sick looking at all the jewels and thrones. His face contorted with disgust and turned sour. "I hate this place."