fresh on campus [bee]
This was amazing. Treetops poked from the ice, spires of foliage against a darkening sky. Something needed to be done tonight. Their father was growing short tempered, which was unlike him. Crimson gaze narrowed at the thought. Their supposedly tolerant brother was the source of all this irritation. No more. They were nearly grown now, and this pedantic nonsense needed to stop. A low growl rumbled deep in her chest. Shaking out her thickened coat, the bitch stalked further into the frozen woods. No need for anyone to hear them near the edges.
Once safely amidst the treetops, the wraith glanced at the dying rays of the sun thrown across the sky. Orange mingled with deep violet. Pretty. The stars were slowly winking into view. She wouldn't tell anyone, but she really did like to watch the stars. She lowered her head and surveyed the locale. There was no one else here. It was too late in the evening, and the big cats would no doubt be lurking. A puff of mist was expelled violently from her nostrils as she huffed. Time to deal with this bullshit her brother had stirred up.
Lips would pull away from one another as she raised her voice, pushing a rumbling song from her jaws. She was summoning Beelzebub, and he knew damn well why. He was being a whiny bitch, almost as bad as Mammon. They were all torn, deeply so, by Belphegor's death. But taking it out on infants? Pathetic.
Should her brother try and defend his behaviour, she would rend him limb from limb. Tear him apart. The new children were annoying as fuck, but they were not deserving of his wrath. Nor hers. Instead, Michael would need to die. Slowly, painfully. Atonement for his sins against the family. Gabriel would fall next, perhaps only slightly quicker. And then it would be Raphael, the last of the supposed Guardians.
Hackles rising at the thought of blood on her teeth, the bitch began to pace. Where was Bee? He always took so fucking long.
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He padded at a leisurely pace to see what the fuck she wanted. She could wait for all he fucking cared. Which he cared very little. Mammon and Sathanus were being bitches and he wasn't having it. He took his turns watching the replacements just as they did.
As he padded up his face was dead to her. He was tired of her shit and tired of being replaced. Sam had replace bels just as soon as he could and bee was beyond infuriated at it. To make matters worse he had no real luck in hunting so he had to scavenge. Plus he hadn't found jack shit today. He grumbled out at her as soon as she was close enough. "Spit it out. I'm not in the mood for this shit."
"That," The wraith spat. Her tail lashed behind her, hackles bristling. "that's why you're out in the middle of nowhere with me." Enough was enough, and she would beat it out of him if she had to. Left flank would turn toward her brother as she paced a short distance in front of him. "You're being a little bitch." She announced with little care for his emotions. Auds would flatten against her skull as she pinned him with crimson stare. "You and Mammon, selfish little whiners." There was no shortage of snot nosed brats in this damned family, and she wasn't about to suffer another one. "You think that Belphegor's death only hurt you? That you're the only one that cared about him?" It waspurely rhetorical. She knew full well that he, and Mammon, weren't the only ones upset by death. By their mothers' violent ends, the spilled blood that sullied their names.
"You think I don't ache, that it doesn't get hard for me to breathe when I think about how he died?" vocals rose in pitch as she spoke, a thunderous boom that echoed through the trees. There hadn't been time to grieve, only time to plot the downfall of the Guardians. "I was there." Deep vocals snapped, gaze narrowing upon alabaster marked features. "I saw his face torn off, his chest ripped open and guts sprawled on the grass. Where the fuck were you? Nowhere, that's where. Not here, not anywhere we could find you." Sparing the details wouldn't have driven her point home, reminded him that he had been blessedly absent from the scene of the slaughter. A lamb torn apart by abominable intent. "So stop being a little bitch. We're all upset. Taking your rage out on infants who have no clue what they were born into is useless, and stupid." Tail tip flicked to and fro, watching his expression. "Make better use of it, and we'll destroy our uncles. Tear them apart while their cursed father watches, and make sure they never touch us again."
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