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lockets, compasses or action! or whatever else really

fun roulette, which personality will it be, you just can't know
unless you do know who you want, then say so

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Good.

[So Dorian raises his sword up. He feels the weight of the blade and his arm and the hilt, all on his fist's grip. He feels the potential in the pommel's rounded ending. He feels nothing at all.

And he drives the sword down.

Again and again, again and again and again, he takes all the weight of a weapon and gravity and brings it down on Hyde's face. And he doesn't care if nothing breaks or stays broken, he doesn't care if there is blood or bone, he just takes satisfaction in the doing of it. In the feeling of all that weight slamming into Edward Hyde without mercy for him.]

[cagedinflesh]

[There is blood, there are cracks, but it all heals with ease. After all, he is a Servant with a Master, and an incredibly strong one at that. Lucifer's prana goes to work, again and again, until the boy is finished. Endlessly without question. And if anything, Hyde enjoys it. Not only for the sensation, but to watch Dorian so brutal. His blood rushes, and he grins, absolutely smitten with another monster.]

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[Dorian is not done until he is panting with the effort, until every breath offers a violence to his own lungs. Only then does he stop, with blood on the metal of his hilt, on the skin of his knuckles. Only then does he draw away and turn his back on this disgusting creature.]

Leave. Now. I'm done.

[He doesn't wait for Hyde's reply. Dorian calls for Íde, and the creature comes to him, her steps uneasy as she looks at the thing behind Dorian. But Dorian strokes her mane, reassures her. And he doesn't once look back before he flies away.]