Nightmare Lilith • Private, Job [Lucius & Kaisto]

Lucius Foss ☺ Golden Phoenix ☺ B-Rank
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The dark mage wasn't really in the mood the socialize today, not really even wanting to leave his room. But nope, his sister insisted on taking him on a job, and Lucius had a hard time saying no to his beloved elder sister. So before he knew it, they were on a wagon headed for..... Haunted Village, really? Didn't they just help them? Jeez, deal with your own problems for once. They just had to go in, capture or kill the little girl, knowing his sister they would capture her. And stop her from killing, and unlike the others he seemed baffled at the idea that a six year old would be murdering. The assassin, was not, considering he murdered plenty when he was that age, though I suppose he was born in an assassin family. So killing and torturing at six or seven, wasn't that unbelievable for the eighteen year old, considering he did it himself.
Though it wasn't until they were already on their way that his sister told him that they were going to be going on the mission with somebody else. And with her reluctance to tell him, he easily discarded it as being Kaya. He had an itching feeling he knew who it was, though Astrid did know a lot of people being an Ace and Rising Star after all. But the wizard could hope she wouldn't bring him along, could he? Yeah, like he had that kind of luck, the young man shook his head, hopping off over the wagon after his sister. He wasn't going to bother having to find the back and climb off nicely, to much of a hassle. He leaned into his cane, listening to the person as they rode off, being thanked by his sister as they did so. The blind man was tempted to keep on walking, even without whoever their 'backup' was. But he guessed he should listen to his sister.
With some disagreeing groaning, he felt out for where the gates were and he turned around and slid down them. Stopping in a squatting position, placing his walking stick in front of him, keeping both of his hands on the head of the staff. Though only for a moment when he pulled his non-mechanical hand back to rub his head that had a headache coming on. "I shouldn't have left my room" Lucius muttered under his breath, trying to ignore the thousands of voices shouting at the top of their lungs into his brain. This was an absolute pain, why did he have to hang out with people while like this. He'd rather just mope around in his room, or try and get some sleep, maybe get some calming tea.
As he sat lost in his dangerous thoughts, a new person arrived. Yep, of course it was him. Gritting his teeth he stood to his feet, standing at seven feet tall, he leaned on his cane. "Your fucking kidding me, Astrid why?" he rhetorically asked his sister, he saw this coming, but he didn't like it. Why did he ever hope for anything? It's not like it would ever happen. He shifted his gaze, looking in the direction of the two new arrivals, ignoring what he said he turned around "Let's just get this shit over with so I can go back home" the assassin said, stand beside his sister, trying to ignore the brunet.

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Lucius Foss ☺ Golden Phoenix ☺ B-Rank
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Oh great, wasn't this going to be fun, he listened silently to the people talk around him. Trying to not act fazed when is own sister threatened him. Lucius has never really worked well with threats, it always made him want to snap back. But he bit his tongue and straightened himself back up after being forcefully bent in half so his sister could threateningly whisper in his ear. Which made no sense to him, he knew what his sister was like, he know this was just her way of trying to make the two men get along. But one this was not the way to go about it, especially with the current condition the assassin's mental state in. He didn't want to even be here, and guessed he would probably be grinding his teeth and white-knuckling it all through the entirety of this mission that he was forced to be on.
Depressive and self-deprecating thoughts flooded the eighteen year old's brain, he was just a burden and an annoyance to be around. His usual feelings for any person, but who says people don't feel the same way about him. He definitely doesn't try and make people like him, he doesn't want people to like him, he just wants to be left alone. But he couldn't bare it if his elder sister felt that way. He attempted to swallow away the tightness in his throat. Not now, he would just have to bare through the torture that he was currently enduring from other people and himself. The comments from Kaisto made him want to break more then just his finger. And what right did the cat goddess have to speak that way to him. Everything, even if it was nothing, was just making the boy angrier and more depressed.
He clutched the handle of his cane very tight, and clenched his other hand the same way, balling it into a fist hidden in his pant's pocket. Doing it so tight it drew blood, not that the little amount of pain he inflicted upon himself by doing that bothered him to much. He endured much worse and was currently. His mental state affecting his physical one, making him feel absolutely sick in many ways. His anger made him want to throw up, he wasn't sure if he could go through this mission without tearing apart at the seams. Or doing so to others. His brain was very conflicted at the moment, making him confused whether he wanted to hurt others or himself. Though all of this conflict going on his brain, not much showed on his face besides his usual angry expression that his face defaulted to. "Let's just go" he grumbled with quite the amount of attitude in his tone.

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Lucius Foss ☺ Golden Phoenix ☺ B-Rank
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The eighteen year old stayed silent, letting the three continue moving along and continue conversing among themselves. It was soon found out by the group that there was nobody around, he listened as the brown door just creaked open after his sibling touched it. Hard not to listen to the loud slow creaking that it produced. He felt the presences of people around, just not close by, most likely to scared to remove themselves from their safe abodes. He listened to the sky dragon slayer and cat goddess speak. In response he rolled his crimson blind eyes, looking away so nobody would see the annoyance on his expression. "Let's not, we have much better things to do then that" he said, replying to what Bast suggested, not doing to well to hide that irritation in his voice. He was usually really good at hiding emotion, but not to much lately, things have been weird and rather unstable for the boy. Yeah, I guess he was just trying to move things along, you know why he isn't to enthusiastic to be there. So personally, I don't blame him to much. He can't help that he is depressed and just naturally antisocial.
Soon the four made their way into the town that seemed rather abandoned, and it was eerily quiet, guess not to different since the last time they've been there. A small hand, naturally and especially compared to his own, intertwined it's fingers with his own and his sibling lead him along. I guess she didn't think to much into her own threat, that it might or might not bother her younger brother. Which, in a way, it did, but I already talked about that. Though he was rather upset, trying as he was to not show it to much on his person, and keeping it bottled up as always. He wasn't bothered by the fact that his sister was holding his hand, helping him out, leading him to wherever the group needed to go. He still used his cane, of course, to make sure he didn't trip or run into anything.

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Lucius Foss ☺ Golden Phoenix ☺ B-Rank
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Well at least he thought he sensed people's presence, but once he was forced against his will to enter a house and look around, he was proven wrong. Weird, maybe the voices within his head decided to try and trick him into thinking such, probably the case. Nothing was really helping him properly work, everything in his head was just telling him to go back home and not deal with all this crap. He was tricked by his own sister into working a job with another person, and the naive and annoying Kaisto no less. Which he was still annoyed by, but due to her threat he decided to stay silent by such matters. Well vocally at least, his attitude towards the sky dragon slayer and how he treated him would probably show his displeasure with working with him. Even though that was already shown in previous jobs done with the brunet, though this is the first time with his companion. His opinion on her is neutral, he immediately dislikes her due to her being Tyreal's little pet and the fact that she is a cat and a goddess. Not having favored emotions towards animals or deities, but her personality does not seem as bothersome as her owner. But I suppose he would just have to find out, to see if everything she is, would be just as negative for the assassin as her annoying companion.
As his sister spoke she released him from her tight clutches, he proceeded to place his hand on the other, both resting on his walking stick. While the three conversed and spoke with surprised, Lucius stayed silent and unbothered. He just wanted to go home, or kill himself, either was good then being here where he felt unwanted and unneeded. He listened to them speak, but didn't really care for what they were saying. Nobody was here, everybody suddenly vanished, oh no, we get the point stop dragging it on. Is how the eighteen year old felt. Then he felt chills, not a good sign, and he then heard unintelligible whispers. Delightful, maybe he should've warned them, but really, he didn't give a dam. Astrid could protect herself from almost anything, Lucius has learned, and if Kaisto and Bastet were killed or damaged in some way, well he was all for that. The brunet then screamed in surprise when he was attacked by something, he was quite unaware what it was. The dark mage rubbed his ears with a slight grunt, he didn't really approve of the sudden and as he thought, unnecessary loudness, from the young man. He then heard whistling and swishing, the sound of something flying through the air, and he guessed it was some sort of weapon. And by the lack of sound from a person, he guessed it was wielding itself. As he heard it approach him he swiftly drew his sword, blocking it. And unlike Kaisto, he wasn't fazed in the slightest, actually just even more annoyed.

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Lucius Foss ☺ Golden Phoenix ☺ B-Rank
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Lucius hearing that the sword was no longer bothering him, but the sky dragon slayer, he sheathed his sword back into the rest of the cane. Once hearing the satisfying click of it properly closing, the shadow mage placed the butt of it back upon the floor where he resumed to leaning on it. "I guess the blade favors some people, have fun there Kaisto" the assassin said with a chuckle, amused that the man was making himself look like an idiot. Well not that he could see, but the freaking out and the sounds of him running around was enough to amuse him. Listening to the cat goddess, the slight smile on his pale expression faded away, back to irritation I suppose. Her joking about saying they've 'lost it', was an inexplainable annoyance for the young man. He's already lost it thank you very much. Clutching the black walking stick he walked closer to that of his elder sibling, feeling more comfortable around her despite her earlier threat to cause him pain if he didn't cooperate. Which he was sort of doing, more like begrudgingly following them around with some annoyed or snarky remarks. Which was common behavior for the boy to be honest.
Upon hearing Bastet go up to the second floor of the decently sized abode, and hearing her shout to his sister, he would follow after his sibling. Leaving the poor brunet to deal with the sword by himself, due to the two ladies not being able to see or hear it, and Lucius not giving to pieces of crap about him. So he wouldn't help in dealing with the dragon slayer's pesky situation unless forced to by the only person he ever listened to. Which was of course Astrid. That threat wasn't empty, and he knew that, so of course he would. Plus she is the only person he likes. He continued to stay silent, thinking hopeful thoughts of that maybe the man would be killed or severely injured whilst trying to deal with the floating and unwieldy weapon that took much interest in the young man. Only every trying to attack himself once before continuing after the brunet. Maybe because he was being so loud and freaking out for stupid reasons. I mean they live in a freaking world of magic, the supernatural and high technology, why the heck is he surprised about a little thing about a sword that fights by itself? Lucius had no clue, just more ways to prove his stupidity. Not that the young man is stupid, it's just how the assassin sees him, and most people.

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Lucius Foss ☺ Golden Phoenix ☺ B-Rank
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Hearing his sister decline going upstairs and speak about feeling some sort of presence maybe in this room, the blind boy stood silently and felt for something. And he did, something rather sinister and grim, hard to sense but close by. It was unsettling in a sense, but no more then the rest of the haunted village, so it really didn't bother the young man to much. Being sort of like himself in the intimidatingly creepy way. But he decided to remain cautious as to not get hurt by whatever may be hiding in their midst. He leaned heavily into his cane, rather apathetic and bored with his current situation of having to be on this job and around people he considered idiots. He couldn't even get in an argument with the most bothersome one (Kaisto of course), because of previously mentioned threat. At this point he didn't even want to speak up in a snarky remark in slight fear of his elder sister. Not a very good way to make them get along, but what did he know? He didn't get along with anybody, and to be honest, hasn't ever tried. Well not lately anyways, he did when he acted like a non-psychopath, all charming and such. But lately he doesn't see it as worth it, to tiring to try and act like a normal person, not to mention not fun at all.
The dark mage stood by a window with it's curtains drawn open as if attempting to bring in some of the nighttime light that was barely there. The little bit of light that shined through the window made Lucius cast quite a large shadow that reached the other side of the room. He heard the elder brunet run around like a screaming idiot outside, it almost made him laugh again, but he didn't, feeling the immense amount of tension in the room. Everybody besides himself being rather unsettled, though if he was being honest he was slightly bothered himself. Whatever this was may be worse then himself, maybe. He started to hear sobbing coming from the opposite side of the room, and appeared to not be the only one when he heard the cat goddess approach that area. She'd opened up a closet to see a small child, this of which the young man couldn't see being blind, but he could assume from what he heard. That being the crying sounded like a child. Which was never a good thing, a small child crying all alone in an empty house? Yeah, never a good thing. Especially since they were looking for a young girl, weren't they? Or was he just remembering things that didn't happen, he wasn't quite sure. Though I guess Bastet didn't think that when she attempted to comfort the child. And as she did, the dragon slayer burst back in through the entrance, that's when things went down.

The burst of extreme energy caught the assassin off guard, sending him through the window and onto the street, thus shattering the (already going to break because of Lilith's powers) window. From getting sent through the window he was obviously in some major pain. Considering the fact that he was just thrown how many feet, through glass and an opening that would be rather awkward for the tall young man to fit through. His black colored clothes were now seriously ripped up, his long legs were covered all along the back of them in splinters. His arms and back had some also, but mostly just shards of glass. He got a nice head wound that made him slightly woozy when he tried to sit up, which he managed to do after some painful grunting. After swearing a lot he stood to his feet, pulling out some bits of wood and glass as he did so.
About to call out his sister's name he was interrupted. He did vaguely hear the creepy child speak in her creepy child voice, but what stopped him was whispers and giggling. Which was actually quite normal for the shadow mage, but these weren't his voices, he held his head in his hands. His long hair draped down in all of it's messy glory, Lucius muttered to himself, trying to stop the voices that wouldn't listen to his silent pleas. He heard a louder voice and looked up, he saw some blurry figure. Like actually saw it, amidst all the blackness that the blind assassin could see he saw something. This freaked the young man out, not being able to retain his usual cool and aloof attitude. His face showed fear and shock as he stumbled backwards, tripping over his own walking stick that had been thrown out of the house with him and falling to his rear. He gripped the dirt of the ground he painfully landed upon and looked up at the small smudged figure that was slowly clearing up into his view. Totally obvious to anything around himself.

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Lucius Foss ☺ Golden Phoenix ☺ B-Rank
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His bright red eyes were wide with shock, how could he possibly see something, he was blind and has been for months now. And even if his eyesight was suddenly healed, he should be able to see more then a blurry figure standing in nothing. His usual logical and rational thinking brain was in complete chaos, he was in pain and he was confused, he didn't know what was happening and his brain wouldn't let him figure it out. He was frozen in was you might consider fear, something not common for the assassin, and something he would never admit to having due to false pride. All this nonsense was, of course, being caused by that of which they came to dispose of. A little girl by the name of Lilith, with her rather terrifyingly creepy teddy bear, though she wasn't shorting out on any of that creepiness either. She was plenty scary, as much so as she was powerful. With her strong blasts of dark energy and illusions that were nigh impossible to see through, especially if you don't know it's an illusion. Though I guess that's the point of them, not really as effective if the victims know it's an illusion.
Back to what the dark mage was seeing, which he wasn't actually seeing considering it was all in his head and the fact that he was blind and could only see void nothingness. But let's stop being so technical here. Among the nothingness that he was seeing, stood a no longer blurry figure. It was his elder sister, her long silver hair draped over her shoulders and rested across her chest. Her petite figure stood barely over five feet, delicate hands laced their fingers, a light blue Golden Phoenix tattoo could be seen on the back of one of her hands. The dragon slayer's soft purple gaze rested on him, she was just how he last remembered her looking like, with only some slight differences the boy didn't bother pointing out to himself. She spoke again, her voice clear this time "Lulu!" she called out to him, using her nickname for him as she often did. She was only person Lucius allowed to call him that, and he didn't even get mildly irritated or furiously angry at when she did so. She's been calling him that ever since he was adopted, being a lot easier to say then his actual name. At the time he hated it, but now it's been too long for him to even give a crap about it.
"A-astrid?" he managed, he started to stumble out other words but they didn't end up forming and kind of sentence. He got up from his sitting spot, as he did so he grabbed his walking stick that sat beside him. Seeing it out of the corner of his eye, which was extremely weird for him, not being to be able to see anything normally and considering that the only things he could see in this terrain was himself, what he held, and his beloved sister. Whom he walked towards after fully standing to his feet, he quickly regained his balance and walked towards her. Stopping in his tracks as he started to collect his thoughts, this made no sense, what were they just doing? He tightly gripped his cane "Astrid, what's going on?" something he didn't often ask his sister, usually it was the other way around due to her often dozing off into her usual daydreams. The young guildmaster opened her mouth as if to answer, but was interrupted by a noise.
It echoed, the sound wasn't clear, but it was loud and all around them. The assassin stood protectively in front of his sister, unsheathing his sword his gripped it tightly. His now useful eyes darting about, looking for some kind of movement. Which he found, a white formless cloud just out of sight. It appeared to be circling them, which the dark mage quickly caught on to. Timing his attack slashed his blade across the cloud like figure. It dissipated, but quickly solidified, when it fully took shape the boy was shocked. Now standing before him was his elder sister, looking up at him with a gaze filled with confusion, horror and betrayal. Crimson fluids poured from her throat, she tried to breathe but failed. Reaching her small hands up she tried to stop the blood from gushing out. But it just streamed through her fingers. It quick glance behind him for him to realized Astrid was not behind him where he thought she was.
He whipped his head back around at the sound of his sibling falling. Dropping his weapon he fell to his knees and grabbed his sister and effortlessly pulled her onto his lap. She felt impossibly cold, her held her, barely being able to see her through his clouded eyes. He rapidly shook his head and muttered 'no' so much the repeated word merged with the previous said same word and ended up not even sounding like he was saying anything intelligible. She choked trying to say a word Lucius got from just the movement of her lips, 'why'. Before her head lolled back and her limbs went limp. He held her closer to himself and bent over her, sobbing. He asked himself the same thing she asked him.
Though actually, none of this even happened, it was all in his head. He was actually on his knees, his face in his hands as his forehead pressed against the dirt flooring of the outside. Tears pouring from his actual eyes and into his large hands, streaming through his fingers like Astrid's blood did in his personal illusion. In his head he was still holding her, sobbing into her stomach, but then she just vanished from his grasp. He gasped and his eyes shot open, a cold air left his mouth and dissipated around him. No longer in his illusion he felt his immense pain from getting forcibly bent in half as he was pushed out from a window. He felt the chilling wind dance through his clothes, despite the thick layers he wore. He felt his cold tears flood in and through his hands. He felt his knuckles and forehead pressed up against the filthy ground beneath him.
Most important he felt the living presence of his sister, it became clear to him that she was alive and that was somehow not real. Despite now knowing this he still forced himself up, stumbling he tripped over to where he heard his sister silently weeping. Falling to his knees beside her, reaching out his bloody arms he gently grabbed her curled figure and hugged her protectively. Still sobbing from his false nightmare forced upon him by the devil of a girl. He involuntarily muttered "You're okay" repeating it to his sister, though it was hard to tell if he was doing it to reassure her or to prove to himself that she was okay, or both.

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