A clash of living weapons... (Lilith) (X rated)

Ezrion strode down the streets of New York, listening to the hustle and bustle, but not interacting with anyone, not even to push someone out of his way. HE was honestly getting frustrated with the crowds, and so jumped free of them, unfurling his wings and flew over to a nearby building, not nearly as tall as it surroundings. The demon half breed didn't care how that looked, not caring that he now being stared at by many people below. He scowled down at the streets.

Ezrion wasn't here for pleasure, not yet anyway, he was there for business. And that business was to find a certain individual and kill them, he didn't even have a name, just a description. The target was unusual for Ezrion's clients, being female and not at all politically involved, from his understanding. He wasn't looking forward to this job, simply because of how difficult it was to find anyone in this pulsating mass of humanity, though he knew quite a few were less than entirely human. Ezrion chuckled, his hunters eyes gazing out into the crowd, not quite sure what to expect.

A light cry out for help was drowned out by the sound of bones cracking. Blood red eyes glared into the lifeless eyes of her newest victim. Her eyes glanced to the side as she didn't dare to look at the motionless human at her feet. Lillith wasn't happy about the increasing jobs but it had to be done. She gently placed her dagger in a cloth to wipe the  blood, a man appearing next to her. Her eyes met his and she nodded "tell his Majesty that the job is completed." The man simply nodded but froze "Lillith? Wouldn't the Prince be mad?" Her eyes burned with hatred "like I give a shit?!" She turned sharply on the heals of her shoes, not bothering with the dead corpse that laid in her path.

Lillith found one of her favorite spots; a nice building away from town. She laid on her back, the upper half of her body dangling from the rooftops, she loved the thrill of danger and blood rushing into her head. She had heard word of someone coming after her but she didn't care, if he wanted to kill her so badly, he would have to find her. She stood up straight and straightened out her short shorts, something her dear prince made her wear. She threw on a coat she had found, throwing the hood over her head, with this she looked dangerous...and male. Just exactly what she wanted people to think otherwise they didn't take her seriously. Lillith strapped her daggers to her thigh and her sword to er back, ready for anything.

Ezrion saw a figure walk out from an alley, and dropped into the now empty alleyway, spotting a freshly made corpse. One of his brows rose, and he smirked. He attempted to follow whoever had left the alley, as they had clearly been the culprit of this foul crime, making them likely to be his target.

Ezrion walked out of town, spotting a figure on top of a roof, one donning a coat, which hid their body quite well. But Ezrion thought he was accurate with his assessment of the person from trailing them here. It was most definitely a woman. Ezrion hopped up onto the building, hands in his pockets. "Nice night for a stroll, don't you think?" He asked, not even looking at the figure, his own form silhouetted by the light of the moon. He had done that on purpose, and inwardly grinned, thinking how awesome his entrance had just been.

Lillith's back straightened to similar to a board, a habit when spoken to. Her body turned to the voice and snarled instantly. How the hell did she not know he was trailing her. Her hand instantly went to her sword, her eyes glowing from behind the hood, her voice deep "what the hell do you want?!" Words dripped from her mouth like venom. The last thing she wanted was some demon to be stealing her jobs.

Lillith's eyes darted to every possible outcome that could happen, her mind planning her moves out carefully. She could try and use the daggers on her legs or maybe her favorite sword and possess the item. Her possibilities were limited but do able "you better state your business in the next two seconds. You filthy low life." Her mouth and eyes dropped into one of emotionless. She took a few steps back and two to the right, making it easy for her to attack. Even though she was no more then a slave assassin, she could feel the power and strength raiding off of him. This made her hidden left hand tremble slightly, she didn't like where this was going.

Ezrion sighed, so much for pleasantries. He turned to face the woman, who gave herself away the moment she spoke. He rolled his eyes, and removed his hands from his pockets. He took a step forward, cocking his head to one side. He smirked at her questioning commands, wanting not to answer just to mess with her, but decided to have his own fun with her.

"What do I want? To complete the job I'm being paid for. The Job? You." He let the last word hang in the air, purposefully building up his own energy, making the steam from his skin. He smiled at her, but didn't move, surprising himself by not blindly starting the fight himself. He didn't feel like attacking first, for some odd reason. Ezrion mentally shrugged, and leaned back on his heals.

She hatred every little thing about him; from the way he carried himself to his cocky voice. Everything he did made her cringe from hatred. Lillith pulled the blade from it's hilt, keeping it by her side. She never fought without a reason to, which right now he was just in her way. She thought a moment, if she killed him that would put a major time difference then what her original plan was. She wouldn't have time for her last job and that would make the Prince angry.

Her voice grew darker with warning "I don't have time for your little games. I have a job of my own, and if you don't get out of my way I will use my blade on you." She flipped the blade into its holder and simply went around him, half way she stopped, noticing for the first time that he didn't get angry with her, instead he kept his calm attitude. She looked at him from the corner of her hood, then moved her eyes ahead of herself. A thought popped into her head but she shook it away, beginning to move once more.

As she stood next to him Ezrion's hand shot out straight towards her throat, His arm from the elbow down changing into it's demonic form, twin chains floating around his wrist, whipping out to ensnare the girl. Ezrion tunr once more to face her, clucking his tongue in disappointment. "My employer's made you sound so dangerous and threatening, yet all I see is a little girl with a broken soul, lashing out at a cruel world. Still, I must end you, for those above us have decreed you must die, so therefore you must."

Ezrion spoke matter-of-factly, like this wasn't his idea, so don't blame his for what comes next. Ezrion crushed his hand inwards on itself, making a fist. If her throat happened to be in his grip at the time, she would find it ruptured and torn out, utterly useless and filling with a lot of blood.

With her fast movements and her steady hand, Lillith ducked under his arm, pulling daggers from her legs. She swept her leg towards his, hoping to catch him off guard. Then moving her body away, she held her daggers at the ready. Her hood was thrown from her head showing off her very pale skin, her blood red eyes and a human-like face "don't touch me you vile thing!" With a simple flick of the wrist, one dagger aimed straight for him, the same hand reaching back to her sword. If the dagger was to hit on the target, he would soon notice the tip drenched with a certain toxin, poisonous to any amount of skin it touches, making it seem like it was burning right off the being.

She gave the weapon a tug, slowly pulling it as she focused her energy on it. The blade responded by flashing a very pale red, wanting to come to life with her demonic aura. Her eyes on her target, her lips in a straight line. Her teeth clenched making her words seem like a hiss "don't underestimate me again." Lillith had been trained well and was not about to allow the man to attack her, her eyes darted to a certain long haired woman below them. Her next victim and she was getting away. Her eyes met his and glowed with anger, he's getting in her way which was a bad place to be.

Ezrion let her kick him, though that was all that happened, for he did not even react as she connected. He smiled as her face was revealed, and she cursed him for trying to touch her. His sword appeared in his hand, and he used it to deflect the dagger thrown at him. He didn't even move to attack her again, following her eyes down to a woman below, probably her next target. He smirked, and pointed his sword directly at her.

"I was never underestimating you, I was only feeling out your power, considering I know nothing of your actual skill, only your reputation." He shrugged as if to say it didn't matter, because for Ezrion it was all just professional. She wasn't the first assassin he had been sent to kill, nor quite frankly the best, neither was she the worst.

Ezrion leaped back, smiling for real finally, cracking his knuckles, and releasing a burst of demonic energy, changing into his true form, all ten chains curled around his torso. He chuckled, and charged straight at his target, not caring if she should strike him first.

Lillith's eyes narrowed, he seemed to be taunting her. Her sword, now at her side, pulsating with the hope of getting more of the energy she possessed. Her emotionless face became a frown, the woman, her next victim going through an alley way. she had to kill the woman and fast, one because it was her job and two the scream will attract that drone that her prince sent out to clean up after her, which meant an escape. Her eyes locked on hip as he leaped back.

Her eyes widen and she took several steps back, his demonic form earning a light gasp from her lips. Because she took on more of her father then her mother she didn't have the ability to turn into a full demonic form. Lillith only saw her prince once in his demonic form and that was to punish her as a child. She forced the fear and the lump in her throat to disappear. Pulling her arm back, putting all of her energy into her blade, making the blade come alive. With that done she flung it forwards.

It was just enough time to dodge him, literally flipping over him. A scream piercing the sounds around them. The demonic blade was two inches from his arm but did not touch him, no it went straight through the woman that was her target, piercing the woman's heart. The body fell to the ground as she summoned her blade back into her hand. Lillith gave the blade a few flicks to remove the guts and blood from the blades's edge. She turned back to the man, stepping away from him, now having plenty of time to deal with the demon.

Ezrion stopped his charge moments after his target flipped after him, spinning so fast it was almost impossible to notice, swinging his arm at his midair foe, intending to smash you in the side, and throw her across the building. He followed this up by uncurling the chains, and allowing them to follow Lillith, trying to wrap around and crush the girl.

Ezrion himself floated an inch off of the rooftop, eyes shut, thinking. He knew what his job was, but oddly enough he didn't want to kill this one, no matter how many others she herself had killed, and would undoubtedly kill in the future. It struck him how odd the situation was, and he chuckled out loud, opening his eyes, and rushing after the girl. He decided he wouldn't kill her, not today anyways, but that didn't mean he couldn't have his fun.

Lillith didn't have time to react to his speed so he indeed crashed his arm into her side. She felt every bit of the building as her skin scrapped across the rough surface. The coat caught most of the damage but her skin was still scrapped and bleeding in several areas. This earned both a groan and a cry in pain. She sat up slowly feeling like her skin was burning, her blade dropped in shock. There wasn't much she could do to him since he was in his true form. Lillith removed the ripped coat from her body and threw it to the ground.

Her sword in her hand again took the chains blows, sacrificing it. Her breathing becoming shallow and weak. Her eyes softened as she once again got away from him. Never in her life had she lost to someone but this will certainly be her first. Her face masked her pain, not showing pain. Lillith wasn't the type to break or give. Her eyes narrowed again "I would love to stay and chat but I have a prince to return to." With that said she flipped off the building, using her daggers to stop her falling self. She landed and her head drooped her eyes showing slight pain before masking it once more. Lillith forced her body to move, running between people a smirk on her lips. She was daring the man to follow, her heading towards somewhere she knew she could gain the upper hand.

Ezrion smirked as she sacrificed both her jacket to the roof, and her sword to his chains. He used them to fling her sword over to the side, as she flipped off the building. Ezrion spread wide his wings, and followed her, flying directly above her, and swooping down after her, attempting to lift her from the ground.

He still didn't intend to kill her, so he changed back to his human form, except for his wings, and reached for her with his regular, albeit tattoo covered hand. He smirked as she dodge through the crowds, not losing him because he was directly above her. He reached out suddenly, dipping into the crowd, and grabbed for her, hopefully catching her, and lifted back into the air.

Lillith knew he was following her, she could hear his wings. Humans gasped and stared with horror at the man and got out of his way. This made her a easier target which made her snarl "pathetic humans." Of course she didn't actually mean that, she was mostly human after all. She moved people into her path so he would have to deal with them but of course they yelped and moved. So much for human shields. Lillith was running out of options, one being to remove her dagger from her hip which she did.

Her body shook with anger and pain as he grabbed onto her. The pain went all over her body reminding her that she was bleeding and needed to take care of the scrapes and cuts her skin was covered with. Though when he lifted into the air, her eyes widen. Out of instinct she grasped his arm but she tried to mask it by digging her nails into his arm hoping to draw blood. Her eyes, hidden from him, were slightly fearful but she did everything to not show her emotions "release me!" Her voice cracked slightly as she spoke. It wasn't from fear of him but more like the fear of the sudden stop when and if he dropped her.

Ezrion winced ever so slightly when Lilith dug her nails into his arm. He could stop it by changing back, or by letting go, but neither was as fun, so he simply ignored the mild amount of pain he was feeling. He smirked down at his hostage. "Thank you for flying air Ezrion, emergency exits are... everywhere. We should be arriving at our destination... shortly."

He turned away from the crowded downtown, heading towards a warehousing district where he had a safehouse. He tightened his grip on the woman. Not enough to hurt, but enough to prevent her from wriggling free from him. Ezrion chuckled, and thought to himself how odd they must look to anyone who looked up.

Lillith hissed lightly as nothing seemed to work, his smirk just made her even more pissed off. Though she realized how stupid he was saying his name. Though she was his hostage for the moment so it wasn't that abnormal, if it was his real name. Lillith tried everything possible to squirm from his grip but he held her in place. What also pissed her off was the fact a man was this close to her. Close contact was only for battles and even then she despised it.

She looked up to meet his gaze, her blood red eyes narrowed "Ezrion was it? Well Ezrion, wanna tell me the reason your trying to hold me hostage?!" Her voice raised towards the end, not liking the flying part. She wasn't meant to fly! If she was she would have been born more....demonic. But of course not! She had to be a half blood and a slave to her pr- the prince! She was surely going to be punished when she returned home...if she could escape. Lillith couldn't believe her luck, she was either stuck with some crazy lunatic assassin or she had to deal with her sadistic prince. Either way the poor girl was trapped.

Ezrion looked down at the poor pathetic girl he held, and smiled lightly, a real smile. "Technically speaking I'm supposed to kill you, but for whatever reason I decided not to... so I'm making you disappear, at least for now, if you decide you wanna reappear randomly, that's your choice." He tried to shrug, but was unable to, due to having to hold onto Lilith.

He snorted once as his safehouse came into view, and he lowered them both to the ground, placing her on her feet before landing in front of her, his wings folding into his back. He smiled again. And gestured with his thumb to the doorway "My safehouse is at your disposal." He took a step back, not really caring if she tried to bolt or not, he had done what he could. If she chose not to take his help, who was he to say otherwise.

Lillith grew angrier and angrier by the second, but when he mentioned helping her disappear she relaxed. She removed her nails and her eyes calmed. He almost seemed...kind to her. She never got kindness so of course she would be shocked by it. She felt the ground under her, that's when she looked around. It seemed fairly decent of a place. Lillith looked back at him then at the place. If she were to 'disappear' the prince couldn't reach her, therefore giving her the freedom she has always wished for.

Lillith spoke to him without even daring to glance at him, her voicde harsh "Lillith.." She took a deep breath and faced him "my name is Lillith." With that she walked into the safehouse as he called it. Blood eyes wondered around taking in every detail, a smile appearing on her lips. For once she felt free of those bounds called slavery. She placed a hand on her arm, which was the wrong thing to do, a cry escaping her lips. She looked over her wounds with a frown, but still not showing how much they still burned and hurt her. Lillith was thankful for the bleeding to have stopped but the gashes and scrapes remained. Her voice was still dripping with venom as she spoke "have anywhere I can clean these since you really didn't give me much of a chance to..."

Ezrion glanced at Lilith as she spoke her name, his smile appearing again. He followed her into his safe house, turning to her sharply as she cried out. He nodded and lead her to the back where he had a fully stocked medical station. He opened a drawer in a mobile cabinet and pulled out a sterilizing agent. He filled a small eye dropper with the liquid, and smiled apologetically. "This may sting a little, but it'll help."

He dropped a few drops of the liquid onto her arm, then pulled out a roll of gauze bandages, wrapping her arm in them. He torn the end with his teeth, then taped it shut, tightly to prevent infection. He smiled as he worked, having had a lot of practice patching up wounds, usually on himself. He did patch up his brother, who thankfully wasn't around at the moment. Ezrion exhaled loudly in relief when he heard Simon speak up from the door. "You found a stray and decided to patch her up? What are you hoping for, a quick lay?"

Ezrion put an arm in front of Lilith, fearing her reaction, and glared at his younger bother. "it's always about sex with you isn't it?"

The younger Arbusa shrugged "What else is there?"

Ignoring him Ezrion turned to Lilith "Sorry I forgot to warn you about my brother, Simon."

Lillith was purely shocked at the man's kindness towards her. She was nothing but harsh and sarcastic but he only responded with kindness and a smile. This made a small but genuine smile appear on her lips. She looked down at the wound only hissing lightly as the liquid made contact. Her smile disappeared and replaced it with her famous emotionless one as he wrapped it. Lillith only spoke one word "thanks."

Her eyes widen as she looked towards the door, finding a younger sibling from what it appears. Lillith's emotionless expression turned into shocked and disgust. She was about to advance when Ezrion put his arm in front of her. So they were siblings. She shoved his arm out of the way and made her way towards the boy "well aren't you adorable." Her voice dripped with sarcasm as she passed him though she stopped and gave his hair a light tussle "pleasure Simon, the name's Lillith." Her smile appearing once more, since he was younger she decided to look it over. That was one thing she didn't do, attack the younger it was against her nature.

Ezrion held his breath as Lilith approached Simon, hoping neither would start something. Simon being notoriously lazy would probably not, but Ezrion knew Lilith's reputation for violence, and had seen first hand how she reacted to people. When she greeted him civilly Ezrion blew out a sigh of relief. Simon stepped away from Lilith, fixing his hair. "It could be, for us both."

Ezrion picked up a roll of medical tape and threw it at Simon, smacking his cleanly on the side of his head. Simon rubbed his head, then walked to his room, waving over his shoulder, as he closed the door behind him. "Pain in the ass..." muttered Ezrion as his brother left.

"Sorry about him... he's a bit of a sex addict..."

Once more Lillith's eyes widen in surprise, then narrowed. She was just about to slap him when a roll of tape was thrown at the younger sibling's head. This made Lillith laugh very quietly and moved her raised hand down to her side. She looked back at him with a true smile "at least you got to him before I did." She looked back at the retreating boy and shook her head, she would certainly have to watch her temper around Simon.

Lillith turned to Ezrion then away, simply walking without another word. She leaned up against one of the wall, off her bad arm. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she thought about everything, more so about what she may get IF she returns back. No, there was no way she could return. Lillith's hand clenched reaching for one of her daggers. She looked at the metal and turned it over in her hand in thought. She threw it angrily at the ground where it stuck then looks at Ezrion with slight anger "you do understand if I were to leave, you put me in more danger then I was in with you?!" She then turned away, picking her dagger out from the hole it made.

Lillith ran a shaky hand threw her hair, she wasn't good at making conversations with someone. Actually she was used to bad-mouthing them then threatening their life, but it was normally followed by them getting pissed. She had no idea how to handle him except with rudeness and sarcasm.

Ezrion smirked at Lilith's comment, knowing full well he just avoided more bloodshed. He watched his brother walk away, not caring enough to stop him. Ezrion sat on a nearby desk chair, turning it to face Lilith. Ezrion cocked an eyebrow at Lilith as she threw her dagger into the ground. "You really think so? Do you think I would take you here if I thought that?"

Ezrion had a cocky tone to his voice, but he was being serious, if someone threatened her while she was under his roof that offender was fucked for good. Ezrion sighed, and leaned back in his chair. He smacked his lips together in thought, then stood and walked to the fridge, grabbing a drink from inside. He opened the soda then downed about half the can in one go. "Want something to calm your nerves? Something to drink or eat?"

Lillith's looked towards the man, simply blinking in shock with her mouth slightly agape. No one has ever stood up for her not against Prince. Her eyes darted away from him "obviously you haven't met that stupid bastard master of mine." She said the 'm' word very quietly, not liking that he ordered her to call him so. It was so demeaning and ridiculous to refer to him but she must.

Her eyes wondered back to him with a semi smile "yes something to drink would be awesome." She walked towards him, hoping up onto the counter next to him. She leaned back lightly to attach the dagger to the holder on her upper thigh. She leaned back more, resting herself on the palms of her hands "so how did a nice big brother like you end up trying to kill someone like me? You said it was a job right?" She tilted her head out of curiosity, trying her best to be polite but asking what she wanted to know too. It was nice to have a true conversation with someone that wasn't looking to make her life a living hell and keep her alive throughout.

Ezrion snorted "Of course I haven't, if I had one of us, him or I, would be dead." He smiled at her, chuckling lightly. As Lilith walked towards him Ezrion fished through the fridge and pulled out another soda, and handed it to Lilith. He looked at her legs as she rebelted her dagger, staring longer than was strictly necessary.

Ezrion looked back up at her face and smirked. "Well you see, that's what my brother and I do, our father raised us as weapons, so we sell ourselves as such, for the right price mind you." Ezrion thought back to the last time he had seen his father, chained to a wall, a large spire of stone impaled through his chest. Ezrion's expression darkened, and he crushed the can in his hand lightly.

Ezrion heard a clap, and snapped back to himself, looking over at Simon who pointed to himself, his eyes, then Ezrion. I'm watching you, careful. The message was clear, Simon would stop Ezrion if he started to lose it again. He put down his dented can, and pulled out some cold pizza from the fridge, popping it into the microwave to cook. "Want some?"