Thread: ..::Aɴɢᴇʟs ᴏғ Dᴇᴀᴛʜ::.. [Rʏᴀx & Iʀᴏɴɪᴄ]

He didn't quite know it then, but the words she uttered with her escaping breath impacted him deeply, jostling the shadows of locked away feelings within him. Isac, disgusted and confused with himself, wandered down the rooms, one by one. He didn't usually lie. So when his own body expelled the lie of having lost interest in the girl, he immediately felt repulsed by himself. It was in fact the direct opposite. His interest for her only kept growing. Somehow she wanting to die sparked something deep within him that had been laying trapped and captured, undisturbed for so many years. Even though the echo of her words were faint, he could still hear the contents of it. Stopping, staring limply at the ground, struggling with the conflicting emotions within himself for a good long while. Triumphant a profound sense of sadness and irritation took precedence within him. ... Don't throw your life away like that ... his lips muttering involuntarily to himself Fuck the words sharply throughout the room as he came to accept her terms within himself Isac set off after her, albeit at a leisurely pace for he'd not encountered anyone else in this vast void-of-intelligent-life maze and he figured he'd have plenty of time. Predatory instincts being useful here, almost the slightest hint of passing would tip him off of her heading. A door slightly, or even fully, ajar a creaking sound from a wooden floorboard somewhere above him, disturbed air and objects. Any number of things would help him track her potential position but as it had been enough of a while since they parted ways, she'd gotten a decent head start on him. Eventually Isac found his way to a stairwell, cold air pouring down on him and he could already feel a slight shudder course through his body as he'd gotten rather used to the just-right temperature of the maze so far. Figuring a door must have been opened somewhere above him, he followed the trail of cold air until he could no longer, but instead witnessed a glassed door, opened to its full extent. Creeping closer it became clear that this was the source of the cold, she must have gone through here. The nostalgic smell of dirt ran through his nostrils pleasantly, Isac taking a deep breath of it. The closer he got, the more the image of a graveyard cemented inside of his mind. They hadn't encountered a room like this before, so it took him by cautious surprise. Wandering slowly into the vast space, a field of neatly spaced tombstones poked up through the ground. Some of their mounds had more recently been disturbed, but most of them had already been covered by a frosty, lush green grass. It didn't take long for him to spot what really stood out in this scene, a pair of people standing in close proximity with each other. Upon further moments of inspection, one was clearly the girl he was after. The other a completely unknown-to-him male, dressed in what looks like gardener's clothes, clearly the tender of this field of the dead. The girls, by all means, looked dazed, clearly still under effect by what she was going through. The contact between them looked entirely one sided for now, her arms limply hanging at her sides while the other had his hands on her shoulders, even being brazen enough to touch her face. Nothing of this sat right with Isac, especially not after having come to accept her terms. Walking towards them with determination, each grave Isac passed he gave a love tap with his scythe, sending a low vibrating sound pulsating through the air with each blow, announcing his presence clearly. Hey, little Rabbit! Isac announced with a shout across the field I accept your terms, so get me the hell out of here! a demanding scowl if there ever was one Isac steadily yet slowly closed the distance between all of them, continuing to bash the tombstones along the way. I don't know who you are. Quite frankly I don't even care. She's already been taken. By me. Isac venomously sent the words flying towards the man clasping the girl Isac's expression was not one of excitement or glee. Instead it was calm and collected, determined. He'd never had a reson to compete for any of his prey before, so the sensation was new to him, but he'd be showing a different type of expression were it only about that. They had struck a deal together, and she had somehow grown on him despite their limited but intense interactions, so he wasn't about to placidly let her be stolen away by someone else. As their agreement stated she was going to help him find a way out of this strange place, and then he would take her life. Such was their deal. She was his' prize, not that other punk's. Isac's steps grew close and closer. Anger beginning to grow rampant once more. His gaze prepped with poison and fixed on his new target. Now get your fucking hands off her