"You helped us for what, Peter? For the deal your meat bag of a host wants?"
Brand hissed as she flouts around in Peter, he scoffed looking over at the yellow glowing butterflys that Brand made for a facade of her body, he scoffed at her moving around her host making her think he would let her face, Brand let out a broken gasp as she went to catch Ceth, shes holding her wounds trying to not bleed out as she putt presser on the wound on her chest to her shoulder with Brand using her butterflies laiying presser on the wound, Brand looked at Ceth,
"Can you have a medic where your precious master is Peter,"
"He should, but knowing him, he might just let her die for her to be out of his way,"
"If he wants to keep the deal, he will do everything he can to help my sister,"
Lenn seethed, holding onto her arm as only then to have Ain move over her arm, trying to cool off the burn, Peter looked over the two, seeing them so hurt he laughed, and he shaked them,
"You couldn't help your humans how pathetic, even Sandel could do that Ain, Brand,"
"Shut up, you pile of smoke and dust,"
"Better then a butterfly that can't protect their host as you call it,"
Peter moved, flying through the air as the sky moved with the sun, setting over them, the colors moving and working all together, all in one. Peter drifts closer to the castle as he then noticed how terrible Lenn is her burns, told him of Sandels sword how it can move thought objects as fire went thought wood, the one that when thought him he hummed tearing his gaze away from the hurting women,
"I'm sure my master will help them, even against his best interest he would rather let them live so they could be of better use to him,"
He glanced at Ain and Brand, "Only for the power that your angels give you, Lenn her might see that at the only use out of you two. He finds your sister unbearable angry and a blind dog in his words,"
Ceth snarled at Peter her eyes glowing a soft gold, when she went to speak in venom and hate Lenn stopped her placing her burnt hand on her shoulder, Ceth looked at her sister with anger that she found to familiar, Lenn only peered at her when her gaze went him seeing a faint image of a man in the shadows his wings burned away leaving marks on his back he then looked back at Lenn when it dissipated,
"We are here get out of me. I've had enough vile woman in my mist in a lifetime,"
He dropped the four letting them fall in front of the castle, Lenn let out a grunt lading on her side when Ceth cried holding onto her wound glaring at Petter as Brand swirled around her trying to keep presser on her wound, Brand hiss at Peter
"You brut be careful with my host she's near death,"
Peter only scoffed as he flouts to the open doors of the castle the wind died down and the animals stood still, they went quite at the man in the door way, Ceth, Lenn, Brand and Ain looked at Blake standing in the door way as the world seem to stop at the man mere presence they thought even the clouds froze because of him,
"You brought them, Peter?"
HIs voice sent chill through them all like the first cold blast in the fall one to usher in the bitter winter, his gaze blue but it went to red as he stared at the two sisters his gaze didn't change from his cold an malice glint in his eyes, it etched off him like a second skin, its was of him as the air he breathed, Ain looked at Peter seeing him spiral around him like a gust of wind descending on a man that weather through the worst of storms harden, Ain moved helping Lenn up when Blake told them.
"Stay where you are... It seems you thought my...Avalon was easy,"
He took a step down the steps, glaring at the two dons seeing them utterly wounded broken by there own anticipation by there own misjudgment, he took his time walking down the steps as Peter whispers in his ear,
"If you don't do something soon master one of them will die. The other in a coma with how much pain they have been through that your Avalon put them through,"
Peter teased at the end as Blake eyes drifted back to them. He saw how their angels fluttered around them, worried for only their use. He scoffed, telling them,
"Fine, talk them to our doctor and let them fix them in a hurry they have wasted my time enough,"
I belive it wasnt just my time they wasted, Blake thought as Peter moved away from him moving into the castle towards the right wing of the castle, Blake moved his gaze to them slowly seeing Ceth bleed onto the ground and then peered over at Blake seeing him abounding to them, his virtue that Peter left seems to be apart if him coming off his back to his shoulder, it fanned out around him with lines that scatter and twirl around him, he stood before Ceth, Lenn, Ain and Brand, but his gaze stayed on there angels seeing them flying around them holding them together like a walven shield laid over there wounded bodys,
"They're glowed lightly. They must have lost most of their virtue fighting Avalon."
Blake thought his face hasnt hanged cold filled with malice, he reached out taking one of the butterflies she struggled in his grasp as he held her wings she fought in his grasp but it was to weak for her to get out of his hold,
"You two are intriguing but weak... thinking you can fight her and not be in a horribal state is foolish, even neurotic,"
His voice made them shiver as he looked over the butterflies, Lugh has his as a dove, but there are these bugs. How amusing they would pick this. He sees the angel franticly moving through the butterflies as he holds her wings, trapping her. There is gold sparking around his fingers he hears brand seething remarks from around Ceth angry form,
"You better have your side of the deal done other than that. i dont care much for you,"
Blake let go of the butterflies as it went back to her body swirling around Ceth holding her wounds Blake stood tall when he see Ceth almost the same as her sisters, Blake looked at Lenn and Ceth, They where both staring at him with disdain he scoffed and stood up hearing a rush of wind blow around him seeing the darkness around him with a soft chuckle in it, Peter rauhed around him as the doctor got to them with his team the moemnt he saw the two his eyes widen,
"You look like you fought a molten blade."
The doctor went to the two talking with his team to bring them into there. Blake glared at him, observing him, and he tend to the two Dons,
"Get them healed and ready to talk with me in the morning, i dont want their angel to leave. Keep them alive,"
He turned his back to them as he walked back into his castle Peter moving around him covering him from them his mist curled around him, Blake walked ast some of his pelope as they tried to move past him to the four out there, he kept his gaze ahead, Peter looked back at the people with a chuckle,
"They have caused more stir then before master, you let them live because if there angels, how wise of you,"
Blakes footsteps can be heard as he walks to his room where he feels a sudden shift,
"Becasue his angels could be of use to us, Peter more than we thought before,"
Blakes voice was cold, but it held such a thrill to him. He knew what this could mean for him, and it sent a shiver of exicment down Peter's shadow like form. This is what he has hopped for from Blake since he saw him when he was with Mórrígan, the stronger will to do anything for his own ambition which in years that past for Mórrígan was complacent in her years like the way it stayed quite, she loved it have her hand on everything as she laid idaely by, Peter thought on this Blake stopped at his rooms door the odd feeling he felt its warm rotted it fondness but it hidden behind something far more darker. Blake peered at Peter, hearing him chuckle behind his ear with his moment mimicking a hand holding something that sought to be dear.
"Peter,"
Blake said coldly, snapping him out of his thought. Peter looked to Blake as he then felt the same thing, warm. Thoughtful and most off a a powerful force, Peter curled around Blake and said,
"Yes master,"
"There something in my room ge the door,"
Peter did just that he went around the door opening the door, letting him see who stood in his room. He walked in slowly, his eyes scanning the room looking for them. it wasnt his room from what it looks like, an olf manson...red walls black gothic interior...with a chair and side table holding a broken piece of wood, it glowed a soft white witha woman sitting in the chair her hand holding a wine glass glowing white,
"My son....what have you been dealing with?"