Thread: Do The Claws Make The Beast? (ThomasRHellsing & darkangel76)

Maggie stood back, her arms at her side while Lira remained next to Thomas. Her blue eyes were soft as she looked at him, her head tilting slightly to one side causing her reddish brown curls to fall over her one shoulder in soft cascading waves. Absently, she tugged on one, her other arm moving to clutch at her middle. She could sense the conflict roiling within this magnificent demon lord, this one man she'd been longing her entire existence to meet. She envied her mother that she'd known him, known his other lives. But she knew nothing. Nothing... There was total detachment, yet Lira could feel that pull. It was as if a thread was somehow connected, drawing her ever closer, something deep within her that beckoned her to learn more... know more. She could see the power and influence he could hold and did. But it ran deeper than that. She glanced over at her mother, their eyes finding each others for a brief moment like two sets of sapphires blazing under golden rays of sunlight. Dropping the older demoness' gaze, she looked back at Thomas, her heart rate quickening just a bit. She bit down on her lower lip, her hand moving to nervously smooth out her black skirt. Lira smiled then, her lips beginning to move and form words. As se reached out, her hand a bit hesitant, she was about to tell Thomas that he hadn't been a bully, that the woman deserved her fate... or worse. But, her words were cut off before she could start. Already those who had sensed his return were upon him, ready to pounce with all their might, all their vengeance. And they were out for blood. Maggie winced at the sight of bat demons, their presence unwelcome and unsightly. Lira immediately rushed to her side, giving Thomas the berth he needed as he began to battle them with the precision and ruthlessness of the warrior he'd been renowned to be. Lira swallowed hard, her tiny hands clutching at her mother as she watched the scene unfold. Shh... Maggie whispered soothingly in her daughter's ear. Watch our Thomas, she prodded, nudging Lira to look, the younger demoness turning to see how Thomas was easily taking down the onslaught of minionswave after waveas they descended upon him. Maggie just shook her head and smiled. That bat is a fool. A coward and an incompetent, incapable of doing anything on his own. A soft giggle erupted from her lips as she hugged her daughter. Look at him, Lira. Look as Thomas takes him down. Maggie continued to shake her head. He is not worthy of the lowest pits of Hell. Lira couldn't help but giggle in return at her mother's soothing words, her head leaning against the older demoness for comfort as the two of them watched on with awe and pride. When the battled finally subsided, the bats taken down, the leader having no choice but to yield, both Maggie and Lira got back into the Limo along with Thomas. An alchemist? Lira asked out loud. Really? A tiny smile played on her lips as she thought on all the different things Thomas had experienced in his other lives, how it must be to have so many souls inside his body... all of them speaking, influencing... Maggie sat down and situated herself, her hands resting in her jean-clad lap. You've had many experiences and lifetimes. No doubt you'll start remembering more of them, she said with a nod. Lira nodded in kind, her cheeks a bit pink as she sat down and raked a hand through her hair. And that was quite a display, Maggie added with a smile. She glanced at Lira who was blushing. Nice to see you haven't lost your touch and that you've added to our numbers. Her smile broadened. We'll need the assistance. However, she continued. Before any more come after you, we should probably head home so you can get some proper rest. Don't want to overdo it, she said. Lira's cheeks just reddened further as she nodded in agreement with her mother.