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All Roads Lead To Here- Chapter 4: Off The Balcony Fandom/Universe: Siren From Hell / Sadistic By Nature Characters/Pairing: Again, multiple. AO3 Link(full tags, warnings etc here) Word count: 8,611 words Synopsis: Trance isn't too happy about what's going on in his house. Little does he know, the chaos has just begun... Author's Note: Please check trigger warnings! I'm sorry if I've missed any this is all very fucked up. Siren From Hell and a good portion of the characters in this belong to @cptsadist- everyone but Hope, Azazel, Leilana and Phi basically. I just really hope I wrote Trance alright, it was so hard to get into his mind. More about Gorekinktober on my pinned post! Kinktober prompt(s) used: Balcony Goretober prompt used: Burns

Trance was already pretty fucking pissed from arguing with Wraith and trying to stop Seiren taking over to gawk at Leilana. So when he'd seen exactly what Jet and Hope were doing, he wasn't inclined to be at all generous about it. Seiren didn't seem anywhere near as bothered, however, so it was a bit of a fight to even get away.

"T-tell her she's pretty!" he urged in Trance's head, but he ignored him. "Trance! Where the hell are we going?!"

"I don't know about you, but I'm not too happy about Egon's little shadow and our captive fucking around with each other." he pointed out, rushing to the other side of the house.

"As long as I can still feed off her, who cares?" Seiren snapped. "Awww, are you jealous?"

"Oh, shut up." Trance replied evasively. It was far more complicated than that. It was the fact he had let them both in that bothered him the most. He'd made the mistake of trusting Jet, and he'd... even began to trust Hope a little too. This just proved to him that he was right, that people were bastards and he couldn't trust anyone. He pushed the handle as he reached the door, only to find it locked. That was when he heard Hope moaning out a very loud cry of Jet's name.

"He let them finish? Boring..." Seiren questioned. "We would've been way more fun!" Trance was not particularly focused on his taunts right now however, far more bothered about getting them the hell off each other.

"Jet!" he growled through the door. "Hope!" He didn't know what he intended to do but he was pissed. "Get the hell out here!" Nothing. He pressed his ear to the door. He could hear hushed voices and shifting around, but it was too ambiguous to know what was going on.

"They're fucking!" Seiren said delightedly. Trance was curious? He could hear them? He guessed Seiren's hearing might somehow be better than his despite being trapped in a human body. But were they really just disregarding his warning? "Of course not!" Seiren replied shrilly, to which Trance sighed through gritted teeth, losing his patience with him. "I just wanted to see what your reaction would be!" he teased. "Sounded more like he didn't believe them about us to me."

Trance's demeanour shifted, he smirked slightly. Of course. Jet wasn't going to believe someone he'd just met over him, no way. They'd always got on at least relatively well, and Jet was naive enough to believe any lie he spun him. He'd get him on side with a few charming lines, and if worst came to worst, Seiren would maybe have two victims. He could feel the imp's excitement at the prospect.

"Last chance..." he told them, keeping his voice as smooth and convincing as possible. "Why doesn't one of you let me in, and we can have a little talk about this, hmm...?" Still nothing, it still sounded like they were moving about in there but no reply. He'd rather not expend the effort to break in, but he was confident that with he and Seiren's strength combined he could, and he didn't feel he had much of a choice right now.

Egon was still off fucking the angel apparently, and by the time he got back down there and through to him, the goths in the bathroom may well have already run away. Wraith was unhelpful at the best of times, let alone when they'd just had an argument. Given the succubus's dismissive attitude towards both him and Seiren, he doubted she'd be any help either.

He ran back a little then straight into the door, barging it with his arm, which rattled it a little but otherwise didn't have much of an impact. He should have bought shittier doors. He huffed, backed off again and tried once more. Still a slight movement but the door was intact.

"Need any help by the way?" Seiren asked.

"You...?" he muttered incredulously. "You're fucking kidding me... yes, I want some fucking help!" Seiren just laughed as he ran back one more time, this time feeling a little more force as he pushed back forward. The door clattered to the floor, Trance falling to his knees on top of it... and Jet and Hope, who had apparently been waiting either side of it, their hair and bodies still half soaked with their shirts and boxers shoved back on, swung round either side of him, grabbed each others hands and began to run in the direction of the stairs as Trance was still getting to his feet.

He growled in annoyance, and began to pursue them, but they were both pretty fast runners. He was already so fucking over the amount of effort this was taking. Thankfully for him, they were stopped at the top of the stairs by Wraith, spreading his arms wide in front of the two tiny goths.

"I don't think so, tortolitos." he teased with a grin, looking between the two. "No time for a bra?" he asked Hope, eyes trained at their chest. His eyes flicked to Jet's crotch. "And I guess she's edging you, huh?"

"Uh hi... Wraith..." Jet greeted casually, but there was a little less trust in his tone than usual. Hope didn't wait for things to get straightened out, instead pulling him away down the hall in the opposite direction from Trance. It would only lead them back towards the other side of the house, where Egon's room was, though.

"Thanks Wraith..." Trance mumbled in slight surprise as he followed them, not having expected him to help.

"This isn't for you, I wanna see what happens!" Wraith responded excitedly, chuckling darkly as he folded his arms, watching all three of them. Even as Trance struggled to catch up with the pair, he could just about hear them speaking in hushed tones.

"Maybe Egon can help us?!" Jet suggested as they neared his room. "Egon?!" he called.

"Jet, he is worse!" Hope insisted. "He has Azazel and... wait..." They kept running with Jet but banged hard on the door on the way past. "Azazel, help!" They looked to Jet and hissed something Trance couldn't quite make out.

As Trance passed Egon's room, he could hear sounds of a sudden argument inside; Azazel sounded like he was pleading, Egon sounded like he was dismissing. "Trouble in paradise?" he yelled through the door, hammering on it. "Egon, get the fuck out here!" He knew Egon would take his side over Jet's any day. Still he continued pursuing them for now, until Egon could catch up.

Jet and Hope were nearing Egon's surveillance room. Leilana was standing just inside the doorway with her hand on her hip, looking at them disinterestedly.

"She's so hot!" Seiren insisted. Trance told him internally to calm the fuck down, glancing at Leilana as he passed, who looked at him with slight disgust. Once he got past, however, he could hear Wraith behind him, obviously having materialised back next to her.

"Looks like you might get your angel back, Egg's unlocking his door." Trance heard him tell her. He couldn't focus on that though, as Hope and Jet were finally running out of anywhere to run to. There was nothing at the end of this floor except a door out to a little balcony, and he didn't think they were stupid enough to run right off the edge. Just as he was about to consider this won, Jet opened the door to a tiny unused closet in the hallway Trance had forgotten was even there, and pulled Hope in, pulling the door shut behind them both.

Fuck.

"Rule number one." Seiren taunted him, laughing slightly. "Don't play hide and seek with Jet."

"All of you are pissing me off." Trance growled, pushing his back up against the closet and banging his head back against the door pretty hard. It fucking hurt. Maybe this one could be broken down too, but it was going to be a lot harder. He pulled out one of his knives, poking the point of his finger with it, just short of breaking the skin. "You know you both almost had me thinking you were different." he muttered loud enough for them both to hear, genuine, bitter disappointment in his tone.

"...Maybe we could just-" he heard Jet relent, muffled from the other side of the heavy door.

"No, Jet." Hope insisted, followed by a whisper he can't make out. A stifled giggle from Jet. More whispers. A possible kiss noise. Shifting around. Trance slammed his elbow back against the door in annoyance.

"You two can't stay in there forever." he pointed out. He turned to look to see if Egon was coming to help. He was walking with Azazel, both shirtless, hand gripping firmly at his arm and gun pressed to his head. They both spotted Trance leaning against the door. Egon nodded at him and began to walk towards him. Azazel frowned at him.

"Wh-where's Hope?" he yelled out firmly in a tone that was probably meant to be threatening but wasn't remotely. Trance jerked his thumb at the cupboard door. He knew there wasn't a damn thing the angel could do about it right now anyway, so what difference did it make? Before the two could get anywhere near him though, they were intercepted by Leilana and Wraith noticing them and stepping out from the surveillance room.

There was loud knocking downstairs, at his front door. At his front door? What the hell was even going on anymore? Trance was starting to get overwhelmed, slumping down to sitting as he watched the two demons approach the human and angel.

"No... n-no, no..." Azazel was whimpering softly, seeming to almost lean into Egon a little as he saw Leilana. "I can't go back, I can't." He gripped tightly at Egon's arm.

"You're not going anywhere." Egon agreed. "Who the fuck are you?" he asked the succubus.

"I'm a... friend... of Azazels." she replies. "And if you don't mind, I'll be getting him right back to the EBC before I starve to death."

"I don't want to go back!" Azazel insisted in a whine. "I-I never asked them to worship me!"

"But they do." she told him in return. "And when you're there, they openly offer me their flesh to feast upon." Wraith looked over at her with further interest. Trance was too all over the place to really give a shit.

"That's n-not right!" Azazel replied, growing more and more distressed. "They shouldn't be doing that. Y-you shouldn't be doing that!"

"This is all irrelevant, he is mine." Egon warned, holding the gun closer to Azazel's head, but he looked like he was seriously considering aiming it at the demon.

The banging at the front door was growing louder, cutting through Trance's brain like a knife. He'd probably drank a little more than he should've today. Well... every day. "For fuck's sake, can somebody get the goddamn door!" he yelled out to them all.

"You know what?" Wraith asked. "Anything's gotta be more fun than these three going in circles." He promptly disappeared in a shadowy blur to go and check.

"He's right, this is meaningless." Leilana declared. "You have one last chance to hand the angel over peacefully." she told Egon.

"Go to hell." he replied, but then he froze up. Still standing but incredibly stiff.

"No." Azazel whimpers to Leilana. "Don't... not to him, Lana... don't..."

"Oh look who has sympathy for their kidnapper." Leilana taunted. "You're so weak, Azazel. You're practically human." Egon drew the gun back from Azazel, and Trance frowned. He looked distinctly strange. Not how he'd ever seen him before in all the years they'd known each other.

"Egon?" Trance called over.

"Is... he... OK?" Jet yelled from the closet.

"Jmmt!" Hope replied, their voice... suspiciously muffled. Fucking seriously?

"What the fuck is wrong with you two?" Trance growled, hammering his fist on the door several times. "Egon?" he asked again.

Wraith materialised in front of Trance. "OK, you got a girl with green hair, a guy with blonde hair and... something in the middle, I think... with black and orange hair." he told Trance.

"That's all you got, their hair colors?" Trance asked incredulously, still glancing between him and Egon, because the way he was still frozen and shaking was rather concerning. Egon pushed Azazel towards Lana, and it was clear from his body language now that he was quite possibly being controlled.

"I looked for like two seconds, man, what do you want from me?" Wraith teased with a shrug.

"OK, I have no idea who the hell that is but the last thing we need is more people in this situation, I'm... I'm already done." Trance muttered.

"No..." Azazel whimpered. "I don't want to... I don't want to go back with you."

"Well..." Lana began, hand tight around his waist, teasing her fingertips up against his hip. She didn't continue her sentence, but Egon raised the pistol to his head, completely silent. "Better give you no other option."

"Wait... Egon...?" Wraith asked.

Still shaking the whole time, like he was fighting hard against it, Egon gave Trance and Wraith an incredibly pained look... and pulled the trigger.

"Egon!" Trance yelled, as the shot rang out and his bodyguard and friend's brains were splattered against the hallway wall, blood dripping down his face as he fell to his knees, and then face down onto the floor.

"WHAT THE FUCK?" Wraith responded, and even he now seemed wary to go any closer with Leilana still there.

"N-no..." Azazel replied, looking horrified at the whole ordeal. "No..."

"What... happ... ened...?" Jet whined breathily through the closet door, before making another series of noises like he was crying out while biting down on something. Trance couldn't even register how ridiculous they both were right now, actually crawling away from the door slightly, kneeling staring over at Egon's body on the floor in horror, afraid to draw closer because that would really just prove it was real.

"He was given fair warning." Lana pointed out, turning to look at Wraith and Trance threateningly, her arm tight around Azazel's chest.

"N-no..." Azazel repeated.

"And now... we will be returning to the EBC." she told them. "Wraith-"

"NO!" Azazel shouted, a wave of energy throwing outward from him, bringing down a solid beam of light right onto Leilana. The demon screeched in pain as the beam completely disintegrated her, scattering Azazel in a pile of ash.

There was also a short shriek from the closet. Hope and Jet jumped out, revealing a purple-tipped white flame that had manifested inside of there, just short of burning them. It began to spread rapidly. At the same time, other flames were popping up all over the house.

"No, no!" screamed Seiren when he saw the nearby patch of fire, taking over Trance before he could stop it, forcing him to turn and crawl backwards away from it.

"H-Hope!" Azazel said with relief. "I controlled it." Trance glanced at Hope, who looked too terrified by the sudden descent into absolute chaos in the five to ten minutes she and Jet were in the closet to respond to that or even move.

"Catch her!" Seiren urged to Trance, but he ignored him, defeated.

"Egon!" Jet yelled, turning even paler than usual, running over to him and looking him over, seemingly not even daring to flip him over when it was obviously him. "Oh... oh god..." He closed his eyes, looking like he was trying hard not to pass out.

"Controlled it?" Trance replied to Azazel. He didn't even know what to say, with all that was going on he felt completely fucking numb. "Egon's dead, there are flames all over my fucking house..." Just to further escalate things, there was the sudden sound of the door being knocked from it's hinges downstairs, likely the people Wraith mentioned breaking in. Trance couldn't take this. He couldn't even go after Hope right now despite Seiren still yelling at him. He buried his head in his hands.

"Holy fire..." Wraith commented, recoiling from it. That explained Seiren's fear. He materialised closer to Azazel. "You had our friend killed!" he spat, clearly betraying some affection towards Egon.

"You... did?" Jet asked, looking up at Azazel.

"It... w-as the succubus..." Azazel insisted. "Sh-she killed Egon... I killed her..."

"OK I don't know who the fuck any of you are, but let our friends go!" came a yell as a biracial person with black and orange curls stormed across the hallway carrying a shotgun. They had a belt with multiple pockets and a couple of what looked like a couple of holstered wooden stakes hanging off of it. Their green eyes looked up across the remaining people alive. "Azazel... Hope... you're OK!" they said with relief.

"You... don't know who I am?" Trance couldn't help but ask, not insulted, just exhausted.

"Ehhh, actually I do, you're just a little mainstream for my tastes." the person responded disdainfully.

"Phi..." Hope replied, relieved. "H-how did you find us?" Out of the corner of Trance's eye, he saw Wraith slink into the shadows again.

"I had a little help." Phi explained, then glanced back, but their line was somewhat undermined by no-one turning up yet. "OK I sprinted up here but the other two will be here in a minute, I swear." Since Wraith was missing, they pointed the gun between Trance and Jet. Jet tore away from Egon to put his hands up, wincing. Trance stared hard at them. He was already pretty out of range.

"Ph-Phi, d-don't!" Hope said with a little worry. "Don't shoot!"

"Don't shoot which one?" Phi asked, lowering it slightly. Trance turned to them, looking for their reaction, even though he was pretty sure he knew what it was going to fucking be. Except, they didn't actually answer, just looking to Phi and shaking their head.

"Ohhhhhh." Wraith chuckled, popping up behind Phi and squeezing tight around their arms so they couldn't raise the gun again. "Your friends are really letting you down here, huh? One's simping for every human boy left." he commented, then glanced at Trance. "Well, human-ish. And the other..." he raised one of his hands up to thier neck. "Just got you revenge killed."

"No!" Hope yelled. "Zaze, please!" Azazel fired a blast from his eyes that knocked them both back against one of the walls, but it didn't do anything about Wraith's grip on Phi. They went to elbow him in the ribs but he didn't hesitate, sinking his claws right into their jaw as they let out a blood-curdling scream. He tutted at them.

"Quit being such a baby." he teased as the claws on his other hand sliced through their chest with a very unpleasant squelching noise. Phi struggled but couldn't say or do anything, shuddering and gasping in his arms as they began to bleed out.

A very pale man with long blonde hair seemed to suddenly speed up as he ran down the hallway. He looked completely overwhelmed by what he'd ran into for a second, but when he spotted Wraith and Phi against the wall his distress only increased. He stood with his mouth open in horrified shock. "Ph-Phi?" he said, sounding distraught as the blood-covered Phi looked over at him, still looking to be in agonizing pain, and then suddenly he launched towards Wraith baring sharp fangs. The demon, however, slunk back into his shadow form, obviously done with his payback for Egon, leaving Phi to fall upon the ground, still shuddering and gasping. The vampire didn't even attempt to pursue him, instead cradling the bleeding victim, murmuring softly. "No... nonono..."

"Silas..." Trance heard Hope say sympathetically and possibly a little guiltily from behind him. "I'm so, so sorry..." He didn't even look up at them.

"Si..." Phi gasped out, now hyperventilating from the pain but reaching a blood-splattered arm up to his shoulder shakily. "Please..."

A green-haired woman Trance vaguely recognised from a picture Jet once showed him on his phone runs across the hallway too. "What the fuck is going on here?" she asked as she surveys the scene. "Jet... Azazel... you're OK." she realised, breathing a sigh of relief. "Oh... oh shit-" she added, seeing Phi in Silas's arms.

"Bogy!" Jet exclaimed, sounding a mixture of relieved and still terrified from what's gone on, his voice shaking. He looked around, and when Trance caught a glimpse of his face, he looked like the shock was about the only thing keeping him conscious right now. "It was Wraith, he's-" he began to explain.

"Don't be a tattletale, Jet..." Wraith's voice taunted with a chuckle. "I might have to start asking whose side you're on..." That was when Trance noticed there were two shadows over Egon's body. It seemed he was not the only one, however.

"Jet, run!" Hope yelled. Trance turned to see them beckoning him, rolling his eyes.

"NOW." Seiren urged. "You don't wanna see them running away together again, do you?" he taunted. Trance took the hint, springing into action and launching towards Hope, coming up behind them and bringing his knife to their throat. They sighed through gritted teeth, a surprisingly understated reaction. Maybe they knew he would eventually do it, just not when.

Jet began to run in their direction, but Wraith materialised and grabbed him by the ankle, Jet responding with a yelp as he was thrown to the ground on his front. However, there was a shot of fire to Wraith's shoulder that took him by surprise enough that he let go again, turning his head slightly. "Ah! The hell?" he questioned, only to be hit with a much larger flame to his back. This one however, overtook him, wrapping around his entire body, leaving him struggling to proceed. When Trance looked up for the culprit, his knife still sitting at Hope's throat, he saw Bogy with her arm outstretched. "Calm... down... I was just gonna... fuck with him..." he growled, clearly in pain.

Bogy looked like she was very much on the verge of letting him go. But then she looked to Azazel. Then to Jet. Then to Phi, who Silas was currently feeding from the neck of while they drunk from his wrist, and she didn't back down. The flames grew more intense as Jet scrambled back in the direction of Hope and Trance, watching in shock and slight awe. She twisted her wrist and Wraith was brought face to face with her. She gave him a disapproving look at first. But then there was an odd flicker of what looked like... recognition.

"Wait..." she said, sounding shocked.

"Wait..." Wraith echoed, only to be followed by a loud roar of pain as the flames consumed him, raising him right up into the air and back down into a pile of ash much like the one that had scattered over Azazel. Bogy stood there, frozen, looking like she'd seen a ghost. He could only reason that maybe she'd never killed anyone before. She slid to her knees, still looking shell-shocked. Azazel rushed over to check on her.

"Th-thank you." Jet replied to her with a smile then turned back to Trance and Hope. "Trance..." he said, looking worried. "C'mon man, this isn't you." Trance huffed. He wasn't sure that was true at all, not anymore. "You're a cool guy, y'know, just... just put the knife down and...and we can all talk."

"That's funny." Trance replied. "Because I remember giving you the same fucking option when I was stood outside that door."

"I... wanted to believe you Trance, I really did..." Jet insisted, looking to Hope. Obviously they'd had to coerce him a little. "But this... does kind of prove them right..." he pointed out.

Trance saw a shift out of the corner of his eye. The lifeless Phi was beginning to revive.Thier plaid shirt was still soaked with blood but their skin was flawless, their complexion little less healthy looking but free of all the clawmarks and gushing wounds, a subtle brightness to their green eyes. They looked up at Silas and smiled with relief, baring long fangs. Then they shifted onto their knees and turned, and the two vampires embraced each other and kissed. Bogy and Azazel were also embracing. Ugh.

"Yeah?" Trance snapped at Jet. "Well why shouldn't I prove people right?" he replied. "You want to think I'm a bad person for this, fine!" He clutched tighter at Hope, his knife beginning to dig into their neck ever so slightly while she let out a slight gasp. "Who isn't?" he looked around at the chaos of his house. There was basically nothing left of Wraith and Lana, Egon's body was still on the floor, Phi's blood was everywhere, Azazel's holy fire was softly spreading. "This is people!" He didn't care if it was humans, angels, demons, whatever. It still rang true.

"Trance." Jet says shakily, pulling out a pistol that Trance didn't even realise he'd had tucked into his underwear. He guessed he still thought it was something else. Egon's gun. When the fuck did he take that? He moves quicker than Trance can, pressing it to his forehead. "I don't want to do this, but you need to put the knife down!" Even Seiren stopped taunting Trance and squeaked in self-preservation, forcing him to pull the knife back to half an inch or so away from Hope's neck.

Trance couldn't see a way out of this. Not right now. If even Seiren was willing to abandon their victim, why was he even still fighting, anyway? He did think he knew... it was just really hard to admit. He side-eyed Hope. "I can't believe I was stupid enough to start to get attached to you." he muttered to them bitterly. Their own eyes flicked towards him, staring hard.

"That's the look that did it, wasn't it?" Seiren taunted him. "When they look like they actually care about you."

"Shut up, Seiren!" he yelled aloud. Jet and Hope were both staring at him. So were the other four now, and he hated it. "Make sure you take a good look around, sweetheart." he growled to Hope quietly. "This is all your fault." With that, he pushed them towards Jet before he could be tempted to change his mind. The two of them managed to stop themselves falling by stumbling back a little. Jet pulled them to him with his free arm, though he still had the gun trained in Trance's direction. They were both still staring at him, too. He looked around at those who were left alive. Everyone was staring at him, even as they all clutched to another. He guessed he was the fucking monster among them now. What else was new?

A sudden beam of light lit up the room, blindingly white. The hell? The ceiling was still intact but it seemed to be beaming right through. Huge. Beautiful. Celestial. It was like it was forcing them all towards it, like it wanted to pull them all in.

"I don't like it..." Seiren whined uncomfortably. If it was what he thought it was, Trance wasn't exactly the happiest about it either. But there were two people having a lot more issue with it. The vampires.

"Si, why does this hurt so fucking much?" Phi yelled out, shaking in pain.

"I... don't know..." Silas whined back, trying to crawl away with them. "I can't... we can't..." It was the last thing that could really be made out before the two of them devolved into unintelligible screams of pain, pulling each other close as the heavenly light fried them alive.

"Si... Phi..." Hope whimpered quietly, tearing up and pushing thier face against Jet's shoulder. "What... what the fuck?"

"Azazel." called a voice from the sky. Booming and gentle all at once.

"M-" Azazel began, rising to his feet and helping Bogy up, who seemed to be having the same discomfort with the light as Seiren. "M-Michael?"

"Yes." came the reply.

"You just k-killed my friends..." he replied, clinging tighter to Bogy. There was an atmospheric pause, but his actual point went ignored.

"Destroying two demons is not an easy feat, Azazel." Michael replied.

"Well it was only really... one... directly." he replied awkwardly, glancing at Bogy.

"Nonetheless." Michael told him. "You are accepted back into heaven." Azazel looked shocked and... oddly horrified.

"N-no..." he replied. "I... I don't want to I... I want to... stay here." he insisted. "With... with Hope..." he glanced at his friend, but then his gaze returned to Bogy, and there was a hint of a stronger affection there. "And... w-with you." he told her directly.

"Azazel..." Bogy said softly. "Are you sure?" "If this is where you need to be then..." She glanced over at Hope against Jet's shoulder, who was peeking over at Azazel with wet eyes. "Me and Jet will... will take care of your friend... make sure they're not alone..."

"I... I don't like it there." he told her. "But, mostly I want to stay here with you, I..." he took her hands in his. "Bogy I've never... never had the chance to tell you... just how much you mean to me." he said softly. Before she spoke though, a voice boomed from the heavens once again.

"Your ascension is not optional, Azazel." Michael responded. "You must return to heaven where you belong." Azazel looked between the light and Bogy.

"Th-then you have to let me take her with me!" Azazel insisted, not letting go of Bogy's hands. "Sh-she killed one of the demons too! It's only fair!"

"Azazel..." Bogy replied. "I don't... know about that." It didn't look entirely like she didn't want to go, more like there was something else. Something she wasn't telling him.

"I suppose... if there is another with you who helped achieve this, then yes, they may ascend." Michael responded. There was a pause. "I just hope you're not repeating any of the same mistakes, Azazel."

"I... I never made that mistake in the first place!" Azazel insisted. "I- I never d-did anything with a demon, I... think I was framed..."

"Azazel..." Bogy warned with a little more worry in her voice. He turned back to her, looking willing to hear her out, but Michael spoke first.

"Very well then." he agreed. The two of them began to ascend into the air.

"W-wait!" Azazel insisted having seen Bogy's expression, but it was too late. Azazel was being pulled up fluidly, even as he struggled, but Bogy... the light was lifting her too but it was like it couldn't take her completely, it was ripping her into long, thin, bloody shreds as she screamed.

"BOGY!" Azazel yelled, trying to grab for her frantically, but he was already being pulled up further, starting to glow translucently as he ascended through the ceiling and disappeared completely.

"Bogy?" Jet whimpered as the bloody ribbons began to cascade to the floor and the light started to withdraw again. Suddenly he looked like he was wobbling considerably.

"Jet?" Hope checked despite also sounding horrified. "Oh, woah, woah, try to stay with me Jet." There was a clunk as Jet dropped his gun as he passed out, all Hope's focus on trying to keep him from falling.

Apparently, Seiren didn't trust Trance to act upon it himself as he took full control, lunging and grabbing the pistol. Trance didn't even have the energy or the motive to fight it. Everything that had happened all at once had only left him feeling more screwed up than he already was.

"It's OK." the imp reassured both Trance and Hope for different reasons, then turned to her. "Killing you this way wouldn't be any fun for me..." Trance could feel that he just wanted to have it, so that they wouldn't have an advantage.

"Seiren..." Hope replied in recognition. It was interesting for Trance to see how their face shifted. Her looks to him had started to become a lot softer than this. They really didn't look pleased to see him. There was little Trance could do about it but watch, and see what Seiren's plan was. Jet managed to open his eyes again, still looking woozy.

"I still need your blood..." he insisted, then smiled a little, swinging the gun between the two. "Maybe... maybe both." Hope shook her head and began backing away. Seiren laughed slightly, taking it as a game and moving closer. Hope grabbed for Jet's hand but this time they didn't run, just still stepping away slowly towards the end of the hallway with the balcony.

"Can't we... find someone else?" Jet bargained. "I can find anyone on the internet!" he said with a nervous laugh. "I can make sure they deserve it."

"No." Seiren insisted. His attempts to be tough broke down a little as he was honest with them. "It'd take too long, I'm starving..." Hope looked back a little and saw the flames that had spread from the little cupboard they'd been hiding in.

"Jet..." she warned. Their path was completely blocked by them, though it wasn't that high. "Are you any good at jumping?" they asked him quietly, though Seiren could still hear them. He wasn't too bothered. If they could jump it, so could he.

"Yeah." Jet replied, letting go of them again but grabbing their hand. The pair managed to run and jump over the flames... but it fanned them a little, making Seiren reel back slightly. He could still jump it, he was sure he could, but... that was fire from Heaven. It was scary. To make matters worse, Hope noticed his face and suddenly ran to a large painting at the wall, pulling it off, hesitating but then throwing it at the fire. Jet saw another painting and threw it, too. It seemed the holy fire spread so easily with every single thing it touched, because the flames were pretty high now.

"Seiren, if you're going to jump this you better hurry up." Trance pointed out as he took back control for a minute. Again... he wasn't sure he even gave a fuck about pursuing them anymore.

"I will!" Seiren insisted, still hovering. But the fire had suddenly grown exponentially. It forced Jet and Hope right onto the balcony, though it didn't seem to spread over the threshold. They teamed up and toppled a potted plant onto it for good measure. It was risky now, but... he could still try. Trance saw Seiren's thinking and seized back control as best he could.

"No, no way, we're not doing it now." he insisted. "I'm not risking you fucking my body up."

"But we have them trapped!" Seiren insisted. "I have to! I'm going to-"

"Seiren, no!" Trance insisted, but it was too late. Seiren forced Trance into an ill prepared run and leap forward. They made it over, Jet and Hope stepping back in shock, but it caught a good portion of one of Trance's legs in the process. He yelled out in pain, dropping the pistol and rolling on the wet concrete of the balcony to put it out, while Jet and Hope looked like they had no clue what to do about it.

It was hard to focus though, because inside his head, Seiren was absolutely screaming like he'd never heard him. He heard the scream break through into his own voice, leaving him unable to even ask Seiren what was wrong. Even when the flames had subsided, leaving Trance with a notable large burn and the lower half of one side of his pants burned off, Seiren was still screaming.

"Seiren?" he finally managed to ask.

"Tra... Trance..." Seiren began, his voice sounding like it was fading away.

"Seiren?" Trance repeated, kind of concerned now. But there was no reply. Whether he had merely been cleansed from Trance's body to reside elsewhere or died permanently... Seiren was gone. He stared into space, perturbed. Jet and Hope looked down at him, both still holding some concern. He hated it. "Don't fucking look at me like that." he muttered to them both. The two goths exchanged glances.

"Like what?" Jet asked. His tone was a lot more sullen than his usual one.

"Like you fucking care." he snapped.

"W-we do care, Trance." Hope told him, clutching both hands tight at Jet's hand and arm. He could see marks from his fucking knife on their neck and they still had sympathy for him... and that pissed him off. "Is... is Seiren... gone?"

"If you cared, you wouldn't have run away from me." he muttered, ignoring the question. He'd always thought Seiren leaving him would be kind of freeing but instead... he just felt emptier than ever. Looking at the two of them, with neither Seiren's assurances or taunts, he still felt... betrayed.

"Trance... we were scared, man!" Jet insisted. "That doesn't mean we don't still like you." He paused for a moment, looking to Hope. "Let's just..." He began to pull his phone out of his waistband. "Just... call for some help and..."

"Stop it!" Trance interrupted. "Stop pitying me!" he yelled, beginning to advance towards the two. Right now though, it was Jet who it was painful to look at. Jet, who could just bound through everything and fucking smile. Who could be hit with all sorts of trauma and still keep fucking talking. Trance just couldn't do that.

He was broken.

"Trance, c'mon, we're... we're friends, right?" Jet asked with a nervous laugh, still trying to talk through it all, clinging to his phone but putting his hands up again.

"Jet..." he said, shaking. "You know what Jet? For everything... everything you've done today I... I need to return a favor." He reached out to grab the other man's wrist. Violet eyes met grey ones. Hope was still clutching at Jet's other arm, shaking their head with worry. "Thanks, man." he said viciously, bringing his knife up, and stabbing it back down, deep into Jet's spine.

Jet cried out in pain. Hope screamed in shock and horror. Good. Maybe they'd finally realise he wasn't just some fucking tortured little soul they could sympathise with. He pulled the knife back out of Jet's back with an arc of blood and let him fall onto Hope, who was already beginning to whimper a quiet, repetitive strand of "Nono... no..." as they sunk to their knees with him collapsing into their lap. Trance replaced his knife into his pocket. Staring at them both.

"Hope..." Jet choked out through the blood that was beginning to fill his lungs. He passed them his phone shakily.

"Y-yeah?" they asked, taking it from them, their eyes already filling with tears.

"At... Theo's... when you... told me you were going to be OK..." he whimpered through the pain, giving them a subtly hopeful look. "...how did you know?" Hope began to full on sob at that, the tears that were building streaming down their cheeks.

"Jet..." they replied quietly. They glanced at Trance, then leaned down and whispered something in Jet's ear that Trance couldn't make out, further aggravating him. When they drew back up, Jet looked up at them with an odd mix of confusion and... what looked like awe.

"Y-you can?" he asked. Then he looked down at his own body growing paler by the second. "...Oh." he replied.

"But that doesn't mean..." Hope stuttered. "I'll... I'll call an ambulance and..."

"It's... OK..." Jet told them, his voice choked now as tears fell from his own eyes. He raised a shaky, bloodstained hand to their face. "I know... you... hate phonecalls." he joked, the last thing he said before his eyes rolled right back into his head, his arm flopped back to the floor, and then suddenly everything felt... very quiet indeed.

Trance didn't know what to do with nothing but Hope's quiet sobs filling the still night. But then they looked up at him, tired, scared, traumatised. But there was more to it than that... something was different, they were...

They were looking at him the same way as when Seiren had been in control.

Some part of him knew, at that point, he'd fucked up irredeemably. "I... I never said... I was good..." he reminded them in response to accusations they hadn't even spoken aloud. "I... I told you I was... was going to kill you from the beginning... I... told you..."

"Shut up." Hope snapped quietly. Subtle. Understated. No yelling or screaming. It was so much worse. It was like a knife stabbed straight into the middle of his chest, but it silenced him. Hope closed their eyes for a moment. Everything felt agonisingly silent and still. They opened their eyes again with a sigh, leaning down to plant a kiss on Jet's forehead, laying him down gently on the ground in front of them.

"That's... who you are, then." Trance mumbled in assessment. Hope looked up at him. There was an emptiness in their eyes, but there was a fire raging, too. Much like Trance's home. They said nothing. "A guy you just met gets you off one time and suddenly he matters more to you than everyone else?" Hope looked both shocked and furious at that. They rose slowly to their feet.

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" they asked, sounding hurt and absolutely furious. "How... how can you even say that?"

"I'm saying out of everyone, everyone who's died today, he's the one who makes you lose your faith in humanity?" he accused. Their mouth hung open slightly, theit brows knotting into a frown as they shook their head.

"You didn't kill the others, Trance!" they pointed out, eyes boring into him in a way he'd never seen before. "People are assholes. I know that. But I haven't lost my faith in humanity. I never have even though, even though at times I have... really fucking wanted to." Their tone was definitely a little off, they sounded more unstable

than they had at any point throughout their capture. They sounded certain though. "I've lost my faith in you."

The metaphorical knife twisted hard. It needed to stop. It needed to stop hurting. Right now Trance's only instinct was to lash out. "Don't say that." he warned, stepping closer.

"I hate you." they muttered. He was desperate for her to stop, stop hurting him like this.

"Hope..." he pleaded softly. Soft like the way they'd treated his threats of violence several times. Until he lost even their trust, apparently.

"I HATE YOU!" they repeated, and Trance launched towards them, toppling the two of them over the railing and off the balcony, falling rapidly to the ground.

Somehow Hope managed to use the momentum to flip them before they actually got there, landing with them pinning Trance to the ground. They were both hurt... but he took the brunt of it, landing with a sharp wheeze. He wasn't even sure what was fucking broken, he just knew he was in so much pain he could barely move. "Why..." he responded, still lashing out verbally because he didn't know what else to do anymore. "Why'd you have to fucking do that?" He wasn't really expecting an answer giving it was basic self-preservation, but Hope looked at him, eyes narrowed.

"Because I am tired of being on the bottom." they said, their eyes filled with an endless amount of hurt. "I am tired of fucking losing." They kept themselves propped up with one arm, returning to clutching Jet's phone to her chest. "Can't I win one? Just one?"

"That's life, sweetheart!" Trance muttered. "Glad to see you kept his precious phone intact, by the way!" He wasn't even sure why that mattered anymore.

"You sound ridiculous." Hope snapped back. Annoyed, Trance attempted to roll them both over. He just about got Hope pinned to the floor, but he screamed out in pain. At least one of his legs was broken, the one that wasn't already horribly burned. He reached for his knife. It wasn't there.

Hope looked to him. Then around them, as he did so too. He spotted the knife a few metres away. But it looked like she had too. They wrestled against each other as they both tried to wriggle towards it. Hope took Jet's phone and smacked Trance in the face with it, pushing him away. They tried to rise to their feet but their ankle buckled with a yell of pain. They settled for crawling, but Trance was crawling too, on his stomach. His fingertips just about managed to graze the handle, but Hope was the one that grabbed it, staring down at him as they moved it swiftly away from his grasp, still on their hands and knees.

Trance rolled onto his back with a groan, aware his hands could be his only defense here. They looked over to him, but it was like their mind was elsewhere, like they were looking straight through him, working things out. It was a little creepy. "You... wouldn't hurt me, Hope, would you sweetheart?" he asked. He wasn't even trying to manipulate them into believing he wouldn't have quite likely killed them, not really. He just genuinely didn't believe she was the type to. Sure, she'd tried to run away from him when he was trying to kill her, who wouldn't? But they were sweet, too sweet for their own good, and he was convinced that would save him.

"You're gonna die, Trance." they told him flatly. "I... don't need to hurt you, because if you don't get medical attention, you're going to die here." It sent a chill up his spine because he was pretty certain she was right. He was severely burned and some of his bones were definitely broken. At the very least if he survived that, he'd starve to death if he was stuck here. They crawled back closer to him, kneeling by his side. "I can't let that happen." they said seriously. Trance's eyes widened as they passed Jet's phone to him, placing it on his chest. Maybe... after all he'd done to them... they still actually cared about him.

"That bad with phonecalls, huh?" he teased lightly as he took the phone in his hand, but then gave her a surprised but affectionate look. "Thank you..." he muttered more genuinely, but Hope shook their head.

"I'm not doing this for you." they said, sounding incredulous he could even think that.They raised the knife and begun to trace lines across their arm, looking rather distressed. Trance held off on dialing for just a moment when he saw.

"Woah, woah, Hope, what are you doing?" he asked. Hope said nothing. "Hope... look... I know the last hour or two has been... insane, frankly. But please don't do this." She looked set to make a small, vertical cut around her inner elbow, digging the knife in hard but then shaking, gasping and drawing it back. "Hope... look, I know what it's like to... to want to hurt yourself, believe me..." Trance tried to reason, attempting to grab the knife, but she shuffled back, away from him, wincing hard as she dragged her own ankle.

"So do I." they muttered defensively. "I've spent years trying to fight the urge and I've done so. Fucking. Good." She looked over at Trance. "Even in spite of people like you."

"...well fucking ouch." Trance muttered softly. He knew as well as anyone that most people were absolute bastards. He just never really expected to be lumped in with the worst of them. But he guessed little by little, he'd managed to paint himself into the role of the bad guy in their eyes. "Look... whatever. I'm not trying to be a hypocrite. But if you have to, if you absolutely have to, at least go the other way! You're gonna kill yourself!"

"I used to have to fight so hard not to do it." they mumbled, seemingly ignoring him and staring at their arm. "But I... I have... had... friends to be accountable to. That helped so much." They looked to Trance, who was getting a little freaked out by their detached monologuing. "I guess over time it's become... second nature. My body's... sc-screaming at me not to do it."

"Then don't do it, Hope." Trance suggested as kindly as he could. He looked at the way their hand was shaking. "You... you don't want to do this, I can tell you don't."

"I don't." they agreed. "I don't want to." They begin to raise the knife up in the air, away from their arm, which they kept loosely in their lap. Trance breathed a sigh of relief. "I have to." they said determinedly, raising the knife higher and stabbing it deep into the tiny cut they'd made. They screamed at the top of their lungs but it didn't stop them, they kept cutting, a deep, bleeding line torn viscerally from elbow to wrist, while Trance looked on in horror.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?" he yelled, realising their intentions were far, far worse than he thought. Hope gives him an obviously very pained look, blood gushing out of the huge slit in their arm.

"Do you... think... it's going to hurt?" they gasp out, shuffling back closer to him on their knees, their face contorted in pain.

"WHA- YES!" Trance replies, still shocked and terrified. "OF COURSE IT'LL FUCKING HURT!"

"Make it quicker?" they urged, handing him the knife and offering their right arm. "Please, I can't..."

"You... you want me to..." Trance replied, surveying the blood up their entire left side and then the untouched right arm. "I'm not doing that to you."

"You were... going to kill me anyway." they pointed out. "Just, please, please..." They look at him with wide, begging eyes, the same as they'd looked several times when tied up in his basement, those same times he just knew put him in danger of becoming attached to them. "Make it stop hurting, Trance..."

"Ugh... god... fuck!" he exclaimed, finding the whole thing incredibly traumatising. "Fine, OK, I'll... I'll do it." He didn't cut the proffered arm though. Instead he pulled on it, pulling them down onto the ground beside him, wrapping an arm around them, right across their chest, and holding the knife to their neck. "Are you sure?" Hope let out a pained whimper, apparently barely able to speak at this point, but made a motion that looked like a subtle nod. "OK." He could do this. He'd done it before. He slashed hard into the side of their throat with firm pressure, their blood spraying and dribbling and oozing all over him. Hope emitted a gurgle that could well be a thank you, but he guessed he'd never know as they appeared to fade from consciousness in mere seconds, and it only took a few more for their heartbeat to suddenly stop beneath his forearm.

Hope was gone.

Trance let out a series of shaky breaths. He leant his head back and let himself feel just a little of the trauma, tears stinging his eyes. He sobbed for a moment. Everyone was dead. He reached for Jet's phone, some tiny shred of self-preservation remaining enough to try to call 911.

But strangely, he felt an inability to control his body as it seemed to disappear away from him. This wasn't what he'd ever expect death to feel like; everything felt like it was shifting, unravelling around him.

It was already too late.

Theo- You Died: Ralph snapped your neck Hauer- You Died: Wasei's heart needed more Ralph- You Died: Phi axed you Wasei- You Died: Rahim didn't like your manners Egon- You Died: Leilana took back control Leilana- You Died: Azazel got scared Phi- You Died: Wraith shredded you Wraith- You Died: Bogy incinerated you Silas- You Died: There are worse things than sunlight Phi- You Died: Wow, twice in one day? Azazel- You Died: Back where you belong Bogy- You Died: Heaven said no Seiren- You Died: You couldn't handle the holy flames Jet- You Died: Trance stabbed you in the back Hope- You Died: Trance put you out of your misery Trance- You Died: Hope removed you from play

#tw death #tw burns #tw suicide #tw blood #tw self harm #tw gore #tw body horror #tw horror #egon thompson #trance #seiren #oc: leilana #oc: xylophia kenton #oc: hope chambers #oc: azazel blake #wraith #silas #Bogy #jet michaels

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