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Post by Warren Peace on Oct 18, 2009 16:22:42 GMT -5
It felt a little uneasy to be back in the Underworld.
True, he did find a strange beauty in the realm of the dead. It was in his own goth nature to enjoy the darkness and the constant inky hue and twisted design of nearly everything it contained, splashed by the occasional dark rainbow of the flowers: midnight blue daffodils, deep purple roses, maroon daisies, or the blood-crimson and black lily he’d tucked into Macaria’s hair.
He absently traced a finger along the flames that were etched into his wrists, remembering how much he’d missed seeing them when his arms had been wrapped in bandages and gauze. They were a constant little reminder to him of who he was, how deeply fire was tattooed into his own soul. It had been locked up inside him for far too long, and he’d craved the warmth of his flames. He spiked his temperature a little, giving his girlfriend a casual, one-armed hug across her shoulders as they sat on her bed.
He knew he should’ve seen it coming… she was homesick. This realm full of dead people and demons was where she’d grown up, spent most of her time, her dark kingdom over which she was princess. Perhaps the only reason she hadn’t return in so long was her loathing for the king and queen.
Warren took his arm away and set it back on his guitar’s frets, sliding it over the steel strings. He plucked out a few random chords, turning down his amp as they struck him as too loud in the relative quiet. He strummed a few others on his Gibson Firebird, settling into Santana’s “Europa” as he struck the correct chord to begin the song.
He’d quietly suggested to her that they could visit her room if she wanted, and that they could keep out of Hades and Persephone’s way if she didn’t want to face them just yet, despite his quiet fear and rage at both. He knew in the pit of his heart that he wasn’t ready to face them at all; he wasn’t even ready to be separated from her for too long.
Settling back into a normal rhythm was amounting to be a slow process. He’d accepted that he would never forget what had happened to him, but it was hard to shove them into the past, especially when the person he longed to be near bore resemblance to each of them, being their daughter. But she still managed to lift his melancholy mood often, like she was doing now.
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Post by Macaria on Oct 18, 2009 17:41:38 GMT -5
((enlighten me. what the hell is a Blitzkrieg? >> ;D))
Oh, she had tried to stay away from it for as long as she could. She had even stayed with Hercules to avoid coming home...and she had, in fact, succeeded in staying away for a long time. But the Underworld was her home. And after being away from it for such a long time...
Maci had just began to yearn for the familiar sights of Charon and Cerberus and her palace and the souls drifting 24/7 around the Underworld, that was all. After living in a place for over 2,000 years, you couldn't just walk away from it.
But Warren, he had been kind enough to suggest they go back for a little while, just to hang out in her room for just a bit, despite the obvious fact that he didn't really want to go back. He had selflessly offered and she had agreed almost immediantly. Avoiding her parents would be a cinch - they were always out doing something, whether with each other or with Underworldian duties, and neither really cared about her whereabouts. And just staying in her room would be enough. Just for a sense of familiarity, just for a sense of home.
The pair were seated on her (entirely black) bed, silent in her all black room which was lit only by the candles that lined each wall. Warren had brought his guitar with him and after hugging her with one arm (she had closed her eyes and beamed, hugging him gently back), he began to softly play it. Macaria listened for a few minutes, then rose and crossed to the other side of the bed.
There was a window on that side, and she moved around the little nightstand/drawer thing to lean against a wall and stare out of it. It was a one-way window (created by godly magic) that was safe for her to look out of and not be spotted. There was a clear view of a loop of the river Styx from the window. Charon was tending to another section of it apparently, because he was no-where to be found.
Macaria sighed, trailed a finger absentmindedly along her windowsill and twisted her wrist; there was a little glow of pink and black and then a pomegranate appeared in her hand. She split it in half using goddess-powers and went back over to her bed with half of a pomegranate in her hand. She held it out to Warren with a little smile.
"Want it?"
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Post by Warren Peace on Oct 18, 2009 21:03:06 GMT -5
He picked his feet up from off the floor and fell back against the bed as she got up, one leg hanging over the side and the other bent at the knee and propped up on the bed. He closed his eyes for a second, still plucking a bluesy wail on his guitar.
Warren cracked his oblique eyes open and smiled, sitting back up to take the pomegranate from her glowing hand. He brought it to his lips and took a bite, hurriedly placing his other hand underneath his chin as the dark juice dripped from the fruit. He licked his lips as the taste swept over his tongue, sweet and tart, his favorite. They weren’t called Chinese apples for nothing – he’d loved them as a child when he lived in Beijing, when his life had been relatively sane. In America, they weren’t exactly in abundance on the supermarket shelves, except at the Asian market he sometimes went to, and they were never quite as good as they’d been back in China. He took another messy bite, catching the juice that dribbled down his chin as he savored the flavor. Pomegranates had received another prop for being his favorite fruit: Maci always tasted like them when he kissed her. His forbidden fruit.
He swallowed the rest of it and sucked on his fingers, then drew himself up to her lips to give her a pomegranate kiss. Warren smirked as he pulled away, then exchanged the guitar in his lap for her. He held Macaria for a minute or two, twirling his finger in her hair.
He sighed, finally speaking. “Can I ask you something?” he said softly, a bit of a worried edge to his voice. “I don’t think we can keep… this… a secret from your parents forever…” He trailed off, sighing again. “I’m just a bit…” The pyro stopped again, biting his lip.
“I’m scared, okay?” he said, his voice quieter still, hugging her a little tighter. “I mean… I’m better, I can fight if I have to, and I know you’d do everything to keep me from getting hurt… I’m just afraid that they’re gonna separate us or something. Like how they’re kept apart every spring and summer… except it’d be forever. They hate me.” He gave a gloomy chuckle. “With some of the things I said to ‘em when I was getting kicked around, they’re gonna hate me for a long time…”
He leaned the side of his head on her shoulder, flaring his arms in a warm embrace. “Being dead and being away from you’s all the same to me.” Warren snuggled Macaria, giving her a sad little smile.
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Post by Hercules & Phil on Oct 18, 2009 23:30:47 GMT -5
<*Clears throat and raises pointer finger* Ahem. Blitzkrieg is German for "lightning war." It was a tactic involving speed and surprise used by the Germans in World War II.>
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Post by ~Elisa Maza~ on Oct 19, 2009 3:44:48 GMT -5
<*barely paying attention to Herc, focusing on pyros.* Interesting....
Prepare for more stalking from me ^^>
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Post by Macaria on Oct 19, 2009 20:15:09 GMT -5
Pomegranates were easy to eat when you had fangs. Macaria had practically devoured her half (it had looked like a shark had gotten to it when she was finished) and set the rind on her dresser, which was already slightly stained in several spots from past pomegranates.
Maci closed her eyes and kissed him back when her lips had found themselves under his; Warren drew her onto his lap, moving the guitar aside, and her head tilted to one side and fell on his shoulder lazily as his fingers twirled through her hair.
Her violet eyes opened as he started to talk, and reluctantly she brought her head up to look at him. "Ask me anything," she answered easily, and then fell silent again as Warren spoke what was on his mind.
She bit back a sigh, knowing he was right. They didn't tell Hades and Persephone on their own, her mom and dad'd just find out from someone else. But still. They were more then capable of breaking them up - they of all people knew it was possible to break a pair in love into little tiny separated pieces - and the fact that they hated Warren only made it more possible. Macaria bit down on her lower lip and hugged him, her arms curling around his back and flaring in return to his own firey blast.
Macaria peeled her arms away from around him and, balancing on his lap, spread her hand. A tiny fireball appeared in her palm and she tilted her hand back and forth, watching it roll around absentmindedly. Her voice when she spoke was quiet.
"I'm scared, too," she said in a low tone, "They break us up, not only will it be incredibly painful for both of us, but I'll have to live with missing you forever, where you'll grow older and forget about me and die and...." Macaria's voice trailed off once she realized that it was shaking just a bit. She was only making a depressing situation worse.
"Sorry," she muttered, swallowing and tucking a lock of hair that had fallen in her face back in it's spot, "I'm not helping." She took a breath and attempted to think on a positive side.
"Worse case scenario," Maci told Warren, "if whenever we tell them about....us, they try to break us up, we'll go to Aphrodite or Cupid or someone. They won't let true love be broken in half."
Well, they'd make sure it wasn't permanent, at least. Even a little time together was better then being separated forever. Although Macaria preferred not to even have to make that choice in the first place....stupid Hades, and stupid Persephone. Freaking hypocrites. Hadn't they gone through the same thing when they had been together?! Gods.
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Post by Warren Peace on Oct 21, 2009 15:12:34 GMT -5
The teen placed a hand on her shoulder and leaned back on his other arm, watching the fiery orb in her hand. “Aw, that’s insulting…” he teased, sprinkled with chagrin. “You think I’d forget about you? I doubt it.” He caught the hand that had moved to arrange her hair and held it, interlacing his fingers with her glowing, slender ones. “Forgetting you is like forgetting how to breathe. Something’s seriously wrong with your head if you do.”
Warren sat back up and twisted his hand around hers so that he held it by the wrist, and placed her palm on his chest, right over his heart. He pressed his own hand against Maci’s, feeling its rhythmic beating accelerate at her touch. He looked up. “You feel that?” he whispered. “That stops going if you forget how to breathe.”
The pyrokinetic smiled sadly, nodding. “And if Aph and Cupid can’t help… I’ll fork down a few Underworldlian pomegranates and become a permanent fixture here. I think everyone back on the surface would understand… Hell, we could invite ‘em down sometime and hang with dead people.”
Warren closed the remainder of the distance between them and embraced her. “God, I don’t wanna leave…”
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Post by Macaria on Oct 24, 2009 21:14:46 GMT -5
Macaria shrugged one shoulder, her expression neutral, but it changed rapidly to a little smile at his words. Warren placed her hand on his chest and she felt his heartbeat through his skin, his hand over hers.....Maci smiled again and leaned fowards, hugging him, and then kissing him softly.
"You're so sweet," she purred when she had pulled away, her arms around him gently, "You'd better not forget about me. Or else I'll send Poseidon after you." Macaria winked and her voice was teasingly playful.
"The pomegranates would work, although mom and dad probably wouldn't like that too much," Maci sighed and rolled her eyes, "And ya know, the Underworld is big....you could get assigned to Tartarus or something for eternity. They can do that."
As the conversation turned more serious, she leaned fowards and snuggled him. "I'm not planning on staying. I'm going back up to Earth. I can stay with Hercules for as long as I need to, and it's not like my parents care that I'm gone. I've been gone for a while and they haven't even gone looking for me." She shrugged with a little grin.
"They don't care. I'm pretty much in the clear."
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Post by Persephone on Oct 24, 2009 21:16:34 GMT -5
Macaria was wrong. Sure, Hades and Persephone weren't the best parents in the world and sure, they tended to be a little neglectant at times. But they were Macaria's parents and there were parental instincts and feelings in both of them. While Hades tried never to concern himself with things like 'feelings' and 'worry' and 'fatherhood', Persephone, who only got to see her daughter for half the year, cared very much about Maci.... She was currently pacing in her and Hades' throne room, a nervous wreck like she had been for the entire length of time Maci had been missing. Missing. Gods. She could now understand a little of the panic that Demeter had felt when she herself had gone missing years and years ago. Hades, who was perched as usual at his chessboard, sighed after a few minutes had passed and raised his yellow eyes up to her, an eyebrow crooked. "You're overreacting," he said to her. Persephone stopped pacing and leaned nervously against a wall. "I'm not overreacting," she snapped, "Our daughter has been gone for days and you think I'm overreacting? Something could have happened to her!" Persephone pulled anxiously at her hair and bit her lip, distressed. "She wanders," Hades said, rolling his eyes. "I know she does, but for this long?" Persephone bit her lip again and wrung her hands. Hades rolled his eyes and straightened from his hunched over position. "Go check her room to see if she came back," he suggested dryly. In all honesty, he was sick of Seph's constant fretting over Maci's wherabouts....his daughter would be fine. She was a tough little brat, she could take care of herself, nothing bad could have happened to her. Gods. Women. Oy vey. "She won't be there," sighed Persephone. "Go check anyway." He flicked at a piece on the board and it wobbled, then was still. "I don't...." Persephone's voice trailed off, "I....oh....okay. Fine." She went off in the direction of Macaria's room, and Hades went back to his chessboard and schemes. *** The hallway was dark, lit only by the few candles on the walls (they were all nearly burned out anyway) and Persephone's pink aura. She walked down the hall to Macaria's room, which was the last room in the hall. Her thoughts were racing a mile a minute. Where had she gone? Why had she left anyway? What if something had happened? Was she with anyone, was she okay, was she conscious, awake, alive, alone.... Persephone stopped outside the door, her black chiton fluttering around her. She put her hand on the iron doorknob and then froze. There were voices inside...! Persephone blinked. Her eyes widened, and she opened the unlocked door in a flourish and stood gaping in the doorframe. Macaria was there! And with someone else, too.In a flash, Maci had pulled away from the stranger (who did seem slightly familiar) and was standing in front of him with her arms out, flared and snarling like a wild animal at Persephone. "What are you doing here?!" Maci demanded, and then hissed, "GET OUT." Persephone was too stunned to choke out the 'where have you been?!' that was on the tip of her tongue, and she remained silent, gaping in shock at her daughter and her stranger.... |
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Post by Warren Peace on Oct 26, 2009 6:43:20 GMT -5
He nodded, his eyes closed and a bitter smile over his lips. Warren caught the taste of pomegranate again as she kissed him, his hands curling around her waist and holding her there when she pulled away. He sighed a little as she mentioned Tartarus. He morbidly wondered what his torture there would be… imprisoned in fire like Cronus wouldn’t do very much for him, and pushing boulders around, getting eaten by assorted monsters or other various forms of eternal punishment didn’t seem cruel enough for someone on Hades and Persephone’s hit list. The pyro absently supposed that his prison would be something cold or wet, perhaps both. It would be maddening to be freezing to death, shivering, numb, sick, and tired, and yet unable to die…
His thoughts somewhat returned to the present as Macaria cuddled him, speaking of her future plans to stay at Hercules’, and gentle reassuring that he would be safe… He closed his eyes for a moment, turning his head and his lips to kiss her one more time…
The door opened, and his eyes flew open at the noise.
He and Maci moved in fractions of a second, she standing between him and their intruder, and him frantically trying to crawl away from the door, awkwardly sprawled out on the bed. He felt a surge of heat flash over his arms before it winked itself out, cold dread settling into his stomach. The pyro could’ve sworn his heart had stopped for a moment, and now it was beating hysterically, his chest heaving as he tried to keep himself from hyperventilating.
S***. Oh, s***, it was her. Warren stared at her, wide-eyed and shaking with his mouth open in a silent scream. His mind ran around in circles, throwing up every fear-triggered instinct in the book, each one arguing for dominance. Run away. Panic and run around in circles. Scream. Start crying. Stay and torch her alive. Hide somewhere. Do something!
Warren just kept staring at Persephone, breaking into a cold sweat. He felt sick to his stomach.
Slowly, he calmed down by a fraction and edged himself off the bed, never taking his eyes off the Underworld’s queen. He gulped and stood behind his girlfriend, desperately trying to fight off the terror. Memories from his last encounter with her forced their way to the front of his mind, assaulting him one after the other.
“Māde!” he hissed before panic rendered him speechless.
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Post by Macaria on Oct 27, 2009 18:55:38 GMT -5
Macaria had been startled when the door had suddenly swung open, but shock had been quickly replaced with rage and worry for her precious boyfriend, who had scrambled in a panic up on the bed, trying to get away from her. What was she DOING here?! She had some nerve, to show her face at her door, to come to her after what she had done....it was an impulse reaction when she leapt up and assumed a protective stance in front of Warren. Persephone wouldn't be getting near him at all during this confrontation. Macaria glared at the elder goddess, the flames that had popped up beforehand were rising higher now as her temper increased. Say something, dammit, Macaria hissed in her head but Persephone didn't speak, just stared, in shock. "You've got some nerve," Macaria spat, still standing fiercely with ehr arms out. Warren had moved to stand behind her, terrified of Persephone....it was no wonder after what she had done to him. He gasped out something in Mandarin and fell silent. Persephone's eyes grew even bigger, like she was suprised, and her lips slightly parted. "Didn't expect to find your victim here, huh," Macaria snarled and then hissed, her expression growing darker and more venomous, flaring up more. If you listened very, very carefully, you could hear the sound of Macaria sizzling as her temperature spiked. If the room hadn't been fireproof, it would have been melting or burning or both. "I--" Persephone started, her tone sounding quite taken aback, and Macaria hissed again, like she was an angry cat... "What are you doing here? What gives you the right to come charging into my room?" Macaria shot at her, "And how dare you even look at me after what you did, you sick, twisted--" Macaria forced herself not to finish that sentence and settled for glaring at Persephone instead. Still standing protectively in front of Warren, Macaria glared at Persephone... ~*~*~ Persephone couldn't force any words out. Her shock and confusion was eating her. Why was Macaria acting like this, and what did she mean by 'her victim' and why was that teen hiding behind her like he was afraid of her and WHY WAS MACI ACTING LIKE THIS and... "I...I don't...." Persephone faltered, taken aback, looking distressed as Macaria looked at her like she wanted to murder her and the boy hid behind her and tried to regain his composure. Thinking aloud, Persephone tilted slightly to one side, ignored Macaria's questions, and questioned the teenage mortal softly, "Are you...are you afraid of me?" Her voice was astonished, and as soon as the words had left her mouth, Macaria's jaw dropped. "You're insane," Persephone heard Macaria hiss under her breath and she saw Maci back up a little so that she was shielding the kid a little more. Persephone's confusion only grew. |
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Post by Jim Hawkins on Oct 27, 2009 20:47:27 GMT -5
Macaria made her displeasure known. Extravagantly so.
Had the situation been a little different, he might have been flattered by her nearly-instinctive compulsion to protect him, or he might have noticed how deliciously warm her fire was or maybe how terrifying and sexy she was when she was angry.
But his rapist was in the same room as him, and he wasn’t exactly comfortable with that.
Warren barely paid attention to their exchange of dialogue, more accurately Macaria’s barrage of insults and accusations. He was floundering for control over his emotions, specifically trying to not fall to pieces in front of Persephone. She’d only enjoy it if he did, and he was through being her unwilling plaything.
Get it together, Peace… Warren wrung his hands, attempting to force in a few deep breaths. Maci was murder-bent on protecting him, so he would be safe as long as he was with her… and he’d been in considerably worse shape when the goddess of spring had abused him. Now his arms were healed, his bruises were fading, and he had full use of his powers: he could fight back.
Persephone didn’t stand a chance. If she so much as laid a finger on him, he’d scorch that finger black and charred, and if she even dared to wound him further, she’d have to go through her own daughter.
A shudder of heat flashed along Warren’s arms as his fear yielded to rage. He held back the flames, but his body language changed ever-so-slightly from behind his girlfriend: his eyes narrowed in a glower, and his feet were planted in a hostile stance. He wanted to hurt her, make her feel some sort of pain for all the ways she’d ruined him, hardly giving a damn for whatever his Hero Ethics class had taught.
The pyro caught a snatch of their conversation, mainly because it was the first time she’d spoken. And she’d spoken to him, instead of Macaria…
Warren’s mouth fell open in unrehearsed sync with his girlfriend’s. It took him a moment to understand what she had just said. He’d expected gloating, insults, demands as to why he was here in her realm, protected by her daughter, who had been expected to despise him…
He instinctively curled his hands into fists and flexed his forearms, and an explosion of orange flames burst from his arms, flaring up and over his shoulders as a red haze clouded his mind. Warren pulled his lips over his teeth in a snarl, his nostrils flared, and his oblique eyes shooting daggers. She’s f****** playing innocent. he thought, incredulous and livid. The only things holding him back were his fear and Macaria’s protective stance in front of him.
Warren took a step towards Persephone and placed a flaming hand on Maci’s shoulder, whom he still stood behind. “Not as much as I used to be.” he snarled his answer to the goddess in the doorway, gritting his teeth. “Just drop the act, Persephone. Macaria knows what you did to me.”
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Post by Persephone on Oct 29, 2009 5:50:41 GMT -5
Persephone blinked and looked from her astonished daughter to her astonished guest. Her guest's arms had suddenly burst into flames and the realization came back to her. Persephone allowed herself a tiny smile.
"I know you, don't I?" said Persephone to the being behind Macaria, "Warren, right? Didn't we meet in the park or something? I was with my mother I think."
Macaria continued to stare, shocked beyond words. Was she really doing this? Seriously?!
"He said drop the act," Macaria hissed to Persephone, and Persephone blinked and looked, puzzled, to Macaria.
"The act?" Persephone repeated. She glanced at Warren, then looked back to Macaria, "I don't--"
Macaria cut her off, "I know what you did to Warren, okay?" Maci snapped. Hesitantly, she took herself out of her protective stance and settled for standing in front of Warren, arms folded, all flared up. "It's over, mom, you're busted," she growled.
Persephone raised an eyebrow, lowered it, then put her hands firmly on her hips, beginning to get annoyed. "And just what, exactly, am I being 'busted' for?" Persephone said, pursing her lips and scowling a little.
What gave Maci the right to yell at her own mother? Was she not allowed to be worried about her? Did Maci not expect that Persephone would be in pieces after she had vanished for so long? Honestly.
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Post by Warren Peace on Oct 31, 2009 14:33:44 GMT -5
He didn’t answer her comment about their first meeting, for he was biting back a stream of insults. He tightened his grip on Maci’s shoulder, using whatever shred of control he had left to keep him from doing something stupid.
But Persephone’s last comment did it. Warren’s temper snapped, burning out of control in synchronicity with the flames on his arms. With a roar, he lobbed a fireball at the wall in frustration, then stepped in front of Macaria. He really didn’t give a damn whether she would turn him into a poppy where he stood.
“What the hell is wrong with you?!” he yelled, his voice quickly building into a husky scream. “Did you dunk your head in the Lethe or something?” The pyro threw another enraged fireball, this time at the floor, and faced the goddess again with livid, near psychotic eyes.
“You raped me! You came into my house when I was alone and already hurt, and rode me until I cried! How can you say you don’t know what I’m talking about?! I screamed at you to stop, I struggled until I was too tired to move, I couldn’t do anything except close my eyes and wish I was dead! You just ripped off my clothes and held me with vines, and-and—“
He stopped in mid-rant, clutching his head in fury while screaming inarticulately.
“Godammit, you saw me like that! You saw me naked! Don’t you remember what I looked like?! I had casts on both my arms because they were broken; my middle was bruised, and you made it worse, so bad that I couldn’t stand up on my own; I have tattoos on my stomach and my shoulder; that white cuff I was wearing on my ankle was neutralizing my powers so I wouldn’t hurt myself if I accidentally flared up… I guess it worked, huh?! I was powerless! And when you left, I crawled to the bathroom and made myself throw up, wishing I would die!”
His expression had changed from just anger during the course of his explosion. Warren looked as if he were about to burst into hysterical tears or strangle Persephone where she stood. His face was contorted with raw torture, simply put.
“Don’t you dare tell me it didn’t happen!!” he screamed, his voice breaking.
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Post by Macaria on Nov 3, 2009 9:06:54 GMT -5
((LOVE that song. x]))
Macaria started to stop him as her mother's words provoked Warren's carefully held temper and he moved swiftly fowards, flaring up. But from the astonished look on Persephone's face, it was clear that the Queen of the Underworld wasn't planning to hurt him (more then she had already done) and Macaria stayed put, still flared herself, her eyes narrowing as Warren ranted at Persephone.
AS he finished with a wild scream, his face displaying an anguished expression, Macaria went quickly to his side and hugged him tightly, her fire mixing with his and creating one big mess of flame...
"You're sick," Maci snarled at a silent Persephone, "Sick and twisted. What the hell is wrong with you?! Why would you do something like that?!"
Hugging Warren tighter, she pulled him back, a few steps away from Persephone. Her eyes still glared at her mother.
"What the hell is wrong with you?!" she repeated in a hiss.
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