Welcome to The Duality of Man, an original animanga role-play that features numerous supernatural creatures. Unfortunately, these various species have distanced themselves because of the war that occurred thousands of years ago, plaguing some with eyes that only see their dualism. While others meddle themself with their differences, two groups fight, each attempting to eliminate the other in for their definition of worldly peace. These two groups of the Terror Response Syndicate (TRS) and the Assembly of Phantoms (AP). With individuals fighting merely over their differences, it brings uncertainty to the outcome of this war.
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Summer 2024
Heat has broken through into a glorious summer. The snow has entirely dried through the spring, leaving to the brilliance of the warmer months. Terror activity has risen as people are brought out of their homes, leaving the TRS in a position of consistent work. Each are attempting to maintain victory in the endless struggle for power.
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The fresh breeze of the cold air hitting his skin served as a reminder that this was actually happening. That his actions from this moment onwards was going to be the start of a new future. A new future away from TRS, away from the lawful life he had sworn to live since the lost of his parents. He's always gone down the right path. The path that would protect the most people but on that path time and time again that no matter how right it was... he was always wronged.
Whether it be through acts of betray, losing loved ones time and time again to... being abandoned by the organization he swore every part of himself too. The lizard believed he had rooted himself deep within the Terror Response Syndicate. Earning himself a spot after hundreds of years of efforts, of fighting for them and protecting the innocent from the terrors. He wasn't the most kindest or sweetest person but his good intentions always shone through his actions. He didn't want anyone to suffer much like he had all those years ago. He didn't want terrors to continue to persist and threaten the world. This devotion... Severus assumed with five hundred years of this devotion he'd be held in contempt. In respect or even acknowledged for his dedication.
and yet...
A rescue mission never happened.
Slip ups happened every so often. Whether they were aware of plans or not. One small hiccup cost one of their men getting kidnapped and took into the grasps of the assembly. It was something that would take place every so often. Severus himself even had participated in a number of rescue missions before. He was a sergeant after all, his strength was unparalleled to most who'd be guarding such people. His position of sergeant also held importance... So it made sense that surely, they'd come for him as he did for all of those other TRS members. It should've happened but days of captivity turned into weeks, those weeks turned into months and eventually Severus lost count of just how long it's been since he saw anyone affiliated with TRS.
The complete silence on their part stung. No mentions or efforts at all from their side. Was he that invaluable to them? Did all the years of work he put into not mean a thing? It wasn't only just his loyalty and dedication that went up into the air. The connections he had with the other members of TRS. The relationships he had built for so long. Signs of trust through combat and silence exchanges that showed just how much Severus cared for his comrades.
There was even the relationship between him and his lieutenant. It was unlike anything he had with anyone else. He's felt the pain of loving a loved one once before which was how he slowly gravitated towards the other male. A unexpected friendship shifted into something more but neither of them spoke of it. Put no label to whatever they were –– The both of them naturally were drawn to one another. Seeked each others warm, comfort. For once did someone make Severus feel when he thought he was incapable of it after all that's happened. Of all people... Severus wanted nothing more but for him to be the one to come through that door.
It never happened. Emmet never came and it was when he felt that he was as valuable as a penny to them –– His belief wavered under the words of an assembly soldier by the name of Micah Rey. Severus wasn't weak by any means, the amount of difficulties he's faced in his life... he always came back standing on top with more strength than before in the end. Such words of bait didn't effect him, when they wanted him to speak up either he refused. He was able to handle their abuse but it wasn't until this soldier chimed in. When he released a full blown attack on his already weakened mentality over the time spent in their captivity.
He struck Severus's most vulnerable nerve.
"Don't you want to get revenge? Feel their blood on your fucking hands? I mean they never came for you. They don't care about you."
Hearing such words set off a chain reaction within Severus. Sounds of thunder had erupted from the sky that day when Micah managed to finally break him. Severus could only deny for so long but his ears began to listen closely to the words he'd go on about. How it's been this long and they hadn't even come for him. Severus drowned in those thoughts, they plagued his mind like an incurable disease. It eventually came to a point where it destroyed every ounce of faith he had in being rescued.
Every ounce of respect he had for the Terror Response Syndicate. The day Severus finally caved was one of celebration for the assembly. They had managed to coax one of TRS's assets into their hands. Severus broke the oath he made to stand with TRS and instead turned to the very people who he sworn to eliminate. He was no longer a hunter, he was no longer a sergeant for TRS.
From this moment onwards he was going to be a soldier for AP and the plan that followed exposing this fact was going to be a destructive one.
The plan that followed was how he found himself looking up at the sky, inhaling the smell of finally being outside after so long. The same sky he fought under countless of times before felt different. He wondered if other things were going to change but his eyes do eventually peel away from it. They return to looking forward as he continued onwards with the mission. A desperate expression settles on his features but again it's all apart of the plan.
A disguise to fool any susceptible hunter that would come but Severus wasn't prepared for what he was going to see. He nearly stumbles on accident out of sheer shock of the first person to come in sight but Severus barely manages to catch himself before he could fall. His hand forms into a fist, nails digging into the palm of his hand as his body shook. There were handfuls of people who he couldn't be influenced by seeing. People who he could harm with ease but with the sight of this man... the knife in his pocket suddenly felt heavier than it had before.
A lump in his throat that hadn't been there only seconds prior suddenly existed. Seeing him made every inch of Severus writhe and ache in pain, in anger... but seeing him made him feel relief although that relief was too late. It was too late to go back on his word, to go back on this plan. The lizard swore to the new commitments he made, to the new chapter of his life he sworn to.
Severus can't do much but smile weakly... although nothing about his smile expressed happiness. "...why is it you?"
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Pain, it was something not always created through the traditional means of a bunch to the face or the slice of a knife. Rather, mental anguish could suffice those receptors to critical points. Through the months, Emmet discovered his heart aching tremendously. As though somebody grasped it and squeezed hard. The sensation was blinding, especially when his thoughts trailed towards him. Sergeant Severus Cross, a man serving beneath his command and somebody who gathered his attention through both physical attractions and mental enjoyments.
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The pair were compatible, their courtship seemingly something of nature. Two people brought together through frequently working between one another and personal joys. Yet, the weight of Emmet's previous marital status always left him hesitant about these matters. A hesitance the demon discovered himself cursing over the torturous months... The day they returned, a patrol with a member short... The day they apologized... The day they told him Severus was captured and hauled away by the Assembly of Phantoms as their prisoner...
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Saying it stung was putting the entire ordeal lightly. The numbness of his body as the entire world seemingly crashed down around him. He rallied for rescue missions, yet, they fell through seemingly every single time. Each failure and refusal left his heart trembling painfully inside his cage. Every second hurting him as he wished he confessed those long boiling emotions... Yet that was easier spoken rather than put to action. Losing Marina resulted in many difficulties in confessing those feelings, a pang of subtle guilt over feel love again haunting him...
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Yet, as another promise of heroism arrived, Emmet discovered himself worrying... A majority of his troop held back with the dark-haired half-noble walked ahead. He mentioned scouting, yet, part of his wishes for a brief separation was to clear his head. They were a little under midway to Assembly territory, testing their boundaries in complete honesty. There was a tightness in his chest as he ventured away, struggling to compose his emotions... So many failed attempts... Alas, part of him was certain Severus had not perished by the Assembly of Phantoms' hands.
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Perhaps it was a refusal to believe the possibility of another lover and coworker being gone or perhaps a little voice chattering away in his mind. A burdened sigh breathed through Emmet's lips as moved through the brush, hands inside his pockets and yellow eyes gazing about. Scouting was not a good excuse for his absence, however, without other available possibilities offhand, Emmet struggled to provide. The pain of missing Severus ached intensely inside his heart and at times, he caught himself tearing up...
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He loved that man, wanted to rescue him, be his knight in shining armour... yet... every attempt refused to allow him the prison. The cold air embraced Emmet as he moved forward, in the darkness of night... completely unaware of what watched from the shadows. The rustling of brush caught the demon's attention quickly, darkness crawling to his arms to create the ever-familiar constructs used to carry out his battles. The fear in his heart spiked as worries of another failed attempt weighed heavily upon his shoulders.
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Every time they were ceased before entering the Assembly of Phantom's true territory. Rather, they skimmed the border, praying for an opening to provide a proper chance of getting through and freeing Severus. The man's high rank made him a prisoner they wished to maintain, therefore, the heightened security efforts were comprehended. The sheer notion of soldiers coming to rue their chances was fathomable, although, a thought of which pained the lieutenant. Inside his head, he pleaded to whatever listening gods that an Assembly face would not drift through those bushes.
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If anything, he wanted the individual to merely be a worried coworker and nothing more, yet, it was something astonishing. From the darkness arrived a face of familiarity and seemingly endless pain. The air drained from Emmet's lungs as he stared at the person parting through the bushing and falling to the ground. Shock entered his yellow eyes as he resisted every urge to begin crying at the sight. A tightness consumed his chest, the similar constriction, but one accompanied with the release of grip at the person.
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"Severus..." The name quietly left his gaped mouth.
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The constructs dissipated, fading into the darkness surrounding him. There he was, the man his heart endlessly pined for through those horrid months. The demon failed to take a moment to survey his surroundings, the pain of his heart demanding alleviation. A sheep shepherded to the slaughter. The writhing of his sergeant's body only prompted the quickness of his steps. His crush required his assistance, someone to hold him, inform him it would be okay and get him medical attention. He seemingly escaped on his own or perhaps off the pity of another.
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Once the closeness was reached, he heard the question. His heart quaked, the lieutenant assuming Severus was angered by his failures to arrive earlier... He should have been their sooner, hugging and comforting him well ferrying him home. A pained smile, awkward in creation, cracked onto Emmet's face as he watched the sergeant. The demon kneeled, grabbing the raiju's arm in hopes of pulling helping him up and finally bringing him home.
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"I'm sorry, Sev... I understand if you're mad, I really do," Emmet informed him softly. "Let's get you home, okay?"
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Jubilee flowed through the demon's veins as he attempted to coax Severus into taking his assistance. The sergeant's anger could be soothed later. The requirement pedestalled in the lieutenant's head was procuring Severus with medical attention opposed to endless groveling. He wanted to grab and leave. With their present location and his assumptions on Severus breaking himself out, the lieutenant believed the Assembly of Phantoms would be following hot on his tracks. People who would attack him and place Severus in risk.
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In safety, he could plead for the brunette's acceptance of his apologies. Shower him in them and promise next time he would preserve the man's safety. He would allow this instance to be the only time; never again! Sooner would Emmet sacrifice himself than allow Severus to enter the hellhole known as the Ivory Fortress. After this they would be together again, and whether as friends or two strangers, Emmet would endlessly campaign for his crush's safety... If he only knew the depths of what happened in that dank cell.
It's as if the world was mocking him, revealing to him that this all one elaborate joke and he was the poor victim of it. To think the time when TRS would actually step up to make the attempt to save him, it was the one time it had been an elaborate bait. The build-up of his pain, his rage that ran throughout the blood in his veins never lessened. Not even the sight of Emmerson Halogan can rid of that. The amount of torment he had to go through for the sake of TRS only to be met with the glistening light of hope when it was far too late. The time for rescuing has ceased.... and now all that existed was the impending doom of the one he still held deeply within his heart.
TRS had saved him at one point of his life. Picked up and trained a boy who had lost everything that grounded him. He was sent on a completely different path in life the moment his parents had been brutally killed and yet TRS allowing him into their ranks had been what saved him. The love and devotion he had to the organization thrived within him for so long, it was why he worked so hard as a hunter, why he pushed himself so much after becoming a sergeant. He had hoped that the people he worked with acknowledged him, his efforts. That the higher ups recognized his sacrifices but the cruel reality of him being just another face and name that fills a position was shown to him the moment he learned they never came.
Words Micah told him would never leave his head. It was when he started to crack, upon hearing how they hadn't even managed to come and get him, not even once. The very organization he devoted his life to had no devotion to him, they wouldn't care if he lived or died... and that alone, made him question everything. His faith was shattered into tiny little pieces... pieces too small which made it difficult to try and even mend. His fall only followed naturally after that... becoming less and less respondent, rarely ever barking back.
Not even a single person in his unit... People who he fought on the field with, made efforts to making countless connections with. Did it all mean nothing? Did he mean nothing to him? Severus would go to hell and back if it meant saving any of them. He'd sacrifice his own life for them yet when it happens to him.... the people he needed the most never came.
The power words and a noticeable lack of their actions had on his mind were far more worse than anything that had ever ailed the lizard before. Like a mouse caught in a trap, the assembly of phantoms had secured Severus in their ranks with ease. The komodo dragon was corrupted by AP and in this decision had he become an emotionless puppet, newly devoted and sworn loyalty that wasn't able to be erased with a snap of fingers.
The beacon of light that Emmerson might've been could not shine through the thick walls that built up in his mind. There was no way he'd return and Severus wasn't even sure if he wanted too. If this had been months ago the look on the man he admired for so long would've been more effective but now Severus faced him, his scars of the beating and mental anguish he went through scarred him far more than any actual physical wound has. Here he faced him in the worst possible state and there was no way that Emmerson would emerge from this field with Severus at his hand or maybe even at all. The weighing of that fact too, only made Severus's mental condition all the worse.
He was hurting, he was angry but the one that shone through the most was one that now defined who he was in the present. He no longer was the pickle that everyone got to know and lover but instead... he had become the exact opposite. The very person who he and many he once worked with swore to put an end to. He wanted to make everybody at TRS suffer at his hands. He wanted them to ache, to bleed... to go through as much suffering as he did. The trembling of the lizard's body only increased as he lets out wheezes. To Emmerson it might appear like sounds of discomfort but the reality was it was his body convulsing in anger.
The words spoken to him did not help it anymore.
"Let's get you home, okay?"
"Home..." he repeats the words quietly but the feeling that shoots up his body makes him want to laugh pitifully. To think of all things to be told. The familiarity of what it meant to go home didn't exist for Severus. He didn't have a place he could call home, no matter how hard he tried. It never felt like that and so hearing these words only felt as if he had been burnt alive. It made it all the more bittersweet when Emmerson mutters it as he took the lizard into his arms. There was once a period where being embraced by Emmerson would've made him happy, dare would he even fluster up but instead, upon the contact does Severus flinch. The familiar scent of the man filled his nostrils and it definitely made him tremble. Why are you doing this? Thoughts he wanted to speak couldn't come out. His expression lacked it's usual life that Severus once had. You can't win me over... you can't save me.
"I don't have a home to return to, Emmet." and never will that home be you again
Severus slowly moves his hand into his pocket, grasping the handle of the dagger as he purposely sank himself further into his embrace. Trying to feed Emmerson into believing this is what he wanted while also fending off the deepest thoughts of his heart and mind. He didn't want this... he couldn't want him; a mantra of words similar to that repeated in his head. Don't get sucked back in... don't believe these lies any longer Severus.
"You know.... you saved me again, Emmet."
"It's a pattern of yours with me, isn't it?" He laughs although there's no life to it; an empty chuckle with nothing backing it. "You being my lieutenant... the back and forth we had. Hell... if it means anything to you I'm pretty sure I was in love with you."
"You gave me my will to live again and I thought we were going to go somewhere in life together." He pulls himself from his embrace as he creates some space between them again. His other arm didn't hesitate to move into the air, his palm opening completely as he made a motion with his hand. His expression finally let out the deepest emotions he had been holding back leak out. Pain... happiness...
"but it's too late, Emmerson." His hand drops down as he closes their distance in an instant. His hand slips out of his pocket with a blade in his hand. His eyes want to welt up with tears but he doesn't allow himself to cry. The most Emmerson got was a tone filled with remorse, a tone higher than his usual. "Don't hate me too much, okay?"
With his tight grip on the blade did he connect the small but lethal dagger within the gut of the man he had just claimed to love, his other arm having long returned to his side while the distant howls of terrors filled the air. The blood he felt cover his hands made him whimper pathetically. "This is where we say goodbye." He roughly pulls the dagger out of his gut and begins an attempt to stab him once more.
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[attr="class","emmersontext"] Bliss sweeter than sugar transcended over Emmet as his arms wrapped around Severus. Months of torment as thoughts of his sergeant's torture suffocated the demon, every second of concern causing his heart to tremble and waver. Finally, captured in his embrace was the man he sought and valued. A person pedestaled and admired for his strength and someone the lieutenant was enamoured by. For countless seconds he fretted over losing another loved one, bated his breath, crossed his fingers and prayed to whatever god would listen for mercy.
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Silence surrounded them as Emmet revelled in the opportunity of closeness with his crush. Across his lips was a smile strengthened with his infinite emotions as fantasies played inside the lieutenant's mind. Together, they would return to the group of waiting unit 3 members. For a moment, the group would rejoice over their sergeant's freedom while loading back into transport. Undoubtedly, the medics would glance over Severus, analyzing his frame to assure injuries were superficial while anything worse received temporary tending.
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Their return home would be glorious and celebratory. Even if Severus wanted nothing with him after the circumstances of his capture and imprisonment, Emmet would accept it. Mere thoughts of the brunette receiving the medical services and nutrition he required upon his walk through TRS doors satisfied him. The immense emotions of love allowed Emmet to place his desires aside in favour of supporting Severus' safety and health. Finally, the demonic lieutenant felt eased after discovering his beloved sergeant, the man he valued most.
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Echoes of a discomforted wheeze prompted the subtle loosening of the embrace. Inside, his heart danced with worries about overwhelming Severus. Months of confinement resulted inevitably with discomforts to social interaction, at least Emmet would assume. The repeated word of home summoned a hasted nod from the nobleman. Home meant Lorsette, the TRS and a bask in safety and happiness' wondrous light. Warm, relaxed and defended to assure the utmost emotional healing. A proclaimation of no longer having a home to return to accompanied with sinking into his embrace.
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Naive... blinded... lovestruck...
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A soft frown edged Emmet's lift. Instinctually, his arms squeezed reassurance and his body entered a comforting sway. Forever, there would be a place in Lorsette for Severus Cross. In meagre seconds, Emmet would offer his homestead to his beloved sergeant. The demon would consider slumbering on the floor for Severus' comfort and permit him anything required for survival or comfort. The lieutenant's breathing became steady, soothingly levelled as he embraced the raiju he adored.
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"You'll always have a home... come stay with me. I don't mind... I never would mind," the offer was gently spoken, near-whispered.
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Sunken into his embrace, Severus was a body of warmth. A tranquillity in human form and an individual required in Emmet's life. A deep inhale entered the lieutenant's lungs as he hugged his comrade. The puzzle pieces would be placed into their order, his world reformed with Severus' significant return. The mention of rescue brought a soft smile to Emmet's countenance. Arguably, the raiju managed to save himself. The courageous brunette dragged himself from the torturous imprisonment, slinking through and getting out; Emmet was merely the transportation, a meagre positive accomplice.
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Before words could form in Emmet's lips... the brown-haired sergeant proceeded to speak. A question posed, a sinister empty laugh breaching the stunning mouth of a man he loved. The lieutenant's stomach irked and the pressure of concern laced over his shoulders. The vibrant colours of Severus' liveliness were hauntingly absent. Notions of torture robbing Severus of his brilliant vibrancy was believed. The radiance in his smile and sparkle of his eyes taken because of the Assembly's twisted cruelty.
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Reasonable explanations were limited in Lieutenant Halogan's mind. His sergeant, mentally and emotionally battered from his captivity, necessitated proper healing. Logic proclaimed the concept the only remote possibility. The brunette was damaged by the Assembly of Phantoms. Victimized by their twisted method and malicious intentions, broken down to tragedy. Already, the lieutenant believed Severus needed assistance stabilizing; a chance to piece together everything lost from their intervention. Nothing would return to exact similarity, but the overarching goal would be the brunette's safety and happiness.
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Darkness, blind to the darkness manifesting.
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Leaking from the raiju's lips were varying statements. The lieutenant's lips twitched, countenance shifting into a grimace laced with apologetic undertones. His tardiness in rescuing his beloved... the failures committed every time... the returns to square one... Idiotic. Ignorantly, the nobleman attempted to shove through enemy forces, never reaching the castle holding his crowned jewel; Severus Cross. Phrases stuck out, a dagger to the heart. I was in love with you. Past tense and suggesting a monumental failure.
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"I'm sorry... Sev, please, I never meant to take so long... I still care about you," the lieutenant's voice was pleading.
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Parts of him pleaded for forgiveness, others knew he deserved naught. The miscarriage of rescuing Severus weighed unbearable upon his weakened shoulders. He failed. If hatred towards him festered in the raiju's heart, Emmet would accept it, comprehend it. His attempts to heroically pluck the sergeant from the blood-dripping fangs of the Assembly of Phantoms failed. Though fortune existed in Severus' liberation from the Assembly of Phantoms and subsequent return, the demon felt he would be dispised.
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A distance was created, destroyed emotions of love remembered in a single instance. The uncomfortable writhing of pain inside Emmet's heart an endless sentence. Intermingled emotions were represented on his crush's countenance, a devastating tango of pain and happiness. Glee over freedom, pain over memories? Emptiness filled his stomach as sorrow claimed his expressions; he failed his love. The devastating words of arriving late crushed the demon's shoulders. The closed distance... he expected an angry push through...
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His breath hitched suddenly, a wheeze inhaled. Sensations of pain exploded in Emmet's gut, burning and deep. The demon's yellow eyes widened, the intense feeling bringing him on the verge of tears. Immediately, his teeth gritted, fighting the unexpected sensation... Plunged into his stomach, the metal blade of a dagger... Unseen darkness, hidden because of trust in his sergeant.
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"S... Sev... why?" He weakly mumbled through the pain.
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Terrors howled in the distance, another attempt at the dagger. The realization hit Emmet like a sledgehammer, hard and sudden. During his captivity, Severus Cross joined the Assembly of Phantoms and betrayed TRS. Adrenaline leaked into the lieutenant's bloodstream as his mind reminded him of survival instincts. Upon the knife's vacancy, the dark-haired demon's hand pressed hard against his stomach. Thick, warm liquid gushed between his fingers, however, he gritted his teeth and ignored it. In an abrupt, defensive move, Emmet pulled away from Severus, wildly pulling up the darkness from the shadowed forest.
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Footsteps were a stumble back as the lieutenant desperately attempted to force Severus back with darkness. Burning pain coursed through his gut as the stab wound cried in complaint, however, his situation was dire. Breaks no longer existed, bliss eradicated... he needed to survive. Terrors would inevitably follow, their roaring calls suggested a cruelly planned ambush playing on his naivety. In his stumble, Emmet's heel bumped against a rock, bringing the wounded man down.
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"Dammit," the swear hissed through his lips.
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Time was limited. Every wasted second contributing to the possibility of death... and ultimately, Emmet held a single option... Retreat via teleportation to the medical ward for assistance. Without a proper glance at the dagger, the possibility of a bacteria-drenched blade existed... and Halogans notably held flawed healing hexes, unable to vanquish infections. The demon turned, glancing down at his blood-covered fingers. The liquid, while frightful in sight, was a tool. Something capable of accessing the necessary hex magic to release him from danger.
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However, pressing matters of coming terrors and knife-wielding Severus Cross weighed in his mind. He needed to work quickly and smart, anything less meant an ugly death. Hesitantly, he peeled his hand away, gazing at the blood soaking into his TRS uniform and dousing his hand. In morbid thought, Emmet noted he had plenty of life's liquid to work with. Hastily, his hand returned, for the time being, the nobleman aware he needed to survey the situation before starting anything. From his semi-crawl stance on the ground, Emmet peered over his shoulder, checking on the corrupted sergeant.
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