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“Phoenix, darling your more like a pyre.” Tony said his hands going to his pockets. After all the demon didn’t go to hell for being sweet. Besides it was interesting that a girl on fire was almost crying - almost ironic in away that he couldn’t help but push. 

“Ding ding ding. Selfish, apathetic,  some people call me a monster. Although if we’re going to be truthful monsters care.” 

He stalked closer, something maddeningly interesting in the flames around the girl. “Honey I don’t respect myself, but how about this. If you don’t want to burn down this entire place, I’ll help you.” 

He asked himself why he wanted to help, after all he didn’t care. But he wanted to figure it out. He was curious.  It might be a bad plan, and  hell curiosity killed the cat and he wasn’t sure if he minded if he came back. “After all it’s only fun to burn down the world, if you want it gone.” 

The Sharpest Lives| Tony and Aydara

          The witch was nearly quaking. Her kill count for the day had reached six,     and she was in no way prepared to increase it to seven. It seemed like a probability,     however, given that her robe of flames had grown in length, a three foot tail now     trailing behind the pyromancer as she took meek steps backwards.

        “I may possess the qualities of a dove, this much is true, but,     as I am right now, I seem to be more of a phoenix. Thus, I encourage you     to proceed with caution.” She was trying to reason with him, desperate     to wipe that delirious smile from his face, hoping to appeal to the man’s     better judgement – albeit at the moment it seemed he had none.

        His question sparked a reserve of anger that Aydara wasn’t aware she had,     one which caused a ring of fire to scorch the ground around her feet. A warning.      “You are selfish if your recklessness causes a death to be put on my conscience,”     she added calmly, her confidence slowly beginning to resurface. She would not allow     herself to be intimidated by some estranged man whose personality doesn’t quite     fall short of sociopathic. 

        “I do not believe you are ‘terrified,’ or that you ‘care,’ but I do. And out of respect     for me, I insist you maintain your distance.”

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Tony’s laugh could have been happy - it was with a kinder smile it might have been but as it stood it was sinister. As if he was a cheshire cat. Oh he could see the flames around  the girl, he wasn’t to far gone to see that people were terrified. He could leave and find Arachne, pretend that the void and darkness hadn’t clobbered it’s way back up his spine. 

Still why not let the world burn. Chaos after all was when you felt alive. So slowly he approached the girl, suit and tie still unmarked. The observe slowly becoming a player in the game. 

“What are you gonna do there, Dove? Set me on fire? You can try.” There was something gone in his eyes, not exactly angry but as if he’d seen the end. 

If he had known what was going on, Tony might have grasped on the things that made him sane. Arachne - blonde hair perfectly in place - a necklace around a little girl, hell a brother with a matching smile. But he didn’t. 

“You look terrified. Tell me what do I look like to you?” 

“Ask me if I care? Go on. Ask me if I’m terrified.” 

The Sharpest Lives| Tony and Aydara

         Aydara would be lying if she were to say she wasn’t completely horrified –      terrified, traumatized, terrorized – at her own actions as of late. She simply couldn’t      control the fire which blazed deep within her core. She was fuelled with an inferno-like      resolve, one which was expelling in every single way. The Dutchess attempted with utter      desperation to control the flames, but her pyromancy seemed to have a mind of its own.      She had become a murderer, a killer, and she was disgusted with herself.

         Her fire was dancing on her body, licking dangerously at her skin. She was alight with      a dress of flames, one which provided new meaning to the term “trail blazer.”

         “Stay back, all of you,” she advised to all those she passed, tone calm and cautious      but not entirely void of despair. Only when she saw a man smiling manically at her did      she pause. “Do not approach any closer, Darling,” she motioned to her garments      of pyre.                                     “Please, I encourage you to heed my warning.”

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The Sharpest Lives| Tony and Aydara

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Tony had vices, obviously his damned soul had a few. Still in the throngs of chaos he looked completely calm. Maybe it was the violence around him - seeing people decimate each other was almost soothing for the man. 

Maybe it was because his biggest sin - the one that made him damned in the first place was apathy, and even when he felt the humanity roll through him  that didn’t change.

 He just didn’t care. Hell he could laugh. Even when he saw them coming towards him he couldn’t stop the absolute hysteria. He was grinning in away that fit more in hell then it did on earth. 

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Tony saw her tense and immediately he grew serious. Something was wrong, something he had said was dangerous. He didn’t flinch on her grip, he never did. Although he hadn’t believed it three minutes ago her reactions made him believe in the reapers. She was older and more importantly she rarely lied to him. Not about the important things.

“I heard it in the market, and understood. Do you want me to investigate it or do you want to make sure they can’t find you.” His dark eyes found hers holding the gaze a look of seriousness he normally didn’t have.

“Why would they be angry?”

“Reapers,” repeated silently she, looking at him with her eyes going narrow. No, no— reapers were no joke, no myth. It was the truth, and they existed, but not here. Not in this realm. Never on this earth. Arachne stiffened and her brows got together, cautiously looking around. “We’re not going outside. And Tony,” she stepped closer, fingers wrapping around half of his jaw and chin, even if ever so gently, just to get his whole attention, “Do not go anyone who says they are a reaper. If the rumors are true, we could get into big trouble. Reapers are real, and they should be very, very angry.”

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“I don’t really see enough carnage for it to be bloody silence - but I see your point.” 

He couldn’t actually remember the last time it was just him and Arachne. After settling on the island, Tony had taken more responsibility then he had since he had died. It was a tricky game they were playing, but it felt nice just being around her.

“My vote is not go outside - I don’t know what keeps happening but I don’t trust the meteorologist anymore. And what? Like Little Mermaid? That’s at least more plausible then what I was hearing about. Reapers? Like the Grim Reaper are apparently back. What’s next faeries or dragons?” 

“Enjoy the bloody silence for once.”

She did not mind them only being in the whole building, it brought a little more serenity to their hectic lives. Both of them on their own were not as much that, as was the life on the island, wanting to kill them on every step. “We could get alcohol from the bar, and try Netflix. We could go out, but the weather is questionable. Did you hear the rumors about mermaids? Lunatics.”

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“I wouldn’t take her out of hiding to soon - there’s bastards everywhere around here. Angels around every corner although they don’t come around this side much.”

“What do I do for fun? Why now a young gentle woman like yourself wouldn’t want to get messed up in that kind of life.” A smile played around his lips. “Besides if you have the Mona Lisa you’re too smart to be around the likes of me, princessa.” 

“No,” the brunette said slowly, “No, I very rarely take her with me. It’s not safe from this potato of a man.” She quieted, mind swirling around the name. No, it wasn’t the first time she’d been called princessa, and no, it certainly wouldn’t be the last. But it was.. uncanny… She cleared her throat and with it the seeping suspicion that threatened to flood her mind. Plenty of people spoke Italian, and it was a common pet name. 

“Aaaanyway… What do you do for fun around here?”

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“- it seems like we haven’t been home in a while, doll. What are we doing today?” He wasn’t really planing on doing anything, but his suit was still on. He wasn’t even sure he owned anything more casual. Not that he would be caught wearing sweat pants.

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“Ah, are you telling me that you have the original? Si Si don’t carry it around to get it taken away from you.” Tony didn’t know why he had stopped the police. He didn’t care normally. But - she reminded him of someone. Yes that must be it. She reminded him of someone. 

“Don’t worry about it, princessa.” 

Cara glared fiercely at the man even after he released her and grabbed back onto the print, brushing off the glass before a groan escaped her. The frame was broken. Again. “Grazie,” she spoke, not looking up to him as she frowned down at the frame. “I had it done professionally,” she said, “I can’t just carry around the genuine article all willy-nilly.”

“You didn’t have to do that you know.”

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“Hey, leave the girl alone.” Tony said seeing the police officers he tried to stop them. After all it was outside his turf. “Come on. She’s fine and that isn’t real. I’ll pay for the fine. Scram.” 

“You alright, bambina?” He said to the girl picking up the picture. “Huh it’s a good fake.”

“Bastardo! Lasciami andare!” The demoness yelled, her body jerking as she attempted to wrench herself away from the elder angel. It wasn’t a great idea to seek out this sort of fight, but it wasn’t like she could help it. ..Probably. Or that’s what she told herself. The little shit tried to take Lizzy from her and she had to defend her precious daughter—

“That’s mine!” 

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“Dorothy, if you got lost you’re a hell of along away from Kansas. Come on I think we have some towels if that’ll help.” Tony wasn’t usually this accommodating, but it was cold outside and this girl didn’t look like she was going to cause trouble.

“..Much more, got it. Not really, but. I don’t mind the warmth, obviously,” she shrugged, briefly looking down to her wet and cold toes, “But I wasn’t searching for..this. I think I got lost.”

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“Depends what you want, Angel. It can be a bar to some and much more to others.” 

“What is this place exactly?”

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“Love, that’s not what this is. The bar is one part of this place, but most people come up for the - comfort of a male or female. Usually for short periods of time. I don’t think that is a job you’re looking for, Moon. I really don’t. And I thank you.”

“Yes that is my name. Moon. And I don’t think working in a bar is a dishonorable job. But I do understand that this bar is a strange one. You have a secretary.” Nari knew that this was the place where Alice worked. The demon sometimes accompanied the other but she never really understood what exactly Alice did. “But I’ll tell Alice you said hello.” 

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“It’s Italian.” Maura - that name clicked with Tony. His new friend, but after all she didn’t tell him about this boy. “It’s eleven and you’re in a bar connected to a Brothel . Come on, kid. I’m going to escort you out.” Tony after all was treading this side of legal on the island he wasn’t about to lose his establishment. 

“Bambino,” he repeated with a scoff. “You sound like . . Maura. M’nineteen; s’not that late . . an’ I do have a reason.”

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“Yes. You also look nervous. How old are you Bambino? Isn’t it a little late for you to be running around without a reason. ” 

“Wh– me? Um– not lookin’ for any help, just . . around. Why? Do I look lost?”

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Tony let out a chuckle. He wasn’t offended in the slightest.   “He wishes. Nah I’m taken. I just want coffee before it’s noon.” 

Coffee

“Is Bruce your boyfriend?” Lena asked him point blank. It was as natural as asking if a girl was his girlfriend. It had never bothered her who loved who. 

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“Of course, Doll.” Tony said moving down the hall in the opposite direction. He wasn’t sure exactly how much he could get done, but he knew the layout well. He’d worked on them before. He should be able to stabilize them. 

“I’ll go get a room and talk to the employees that are still here,” nodded she, already walking away down the corridor. 

“Make it quick.”

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“I just did. Although dove it probably depends on if I’m lying or not. Doubt he wants to find out.” An easy grin came across his face as he relaxed into his booth. 

He listened to the girl and what she was saying, after all information was the key to anything. It’s what meant life and death for a lot of people. 

“That’s quite a list. Now what is this about a brother? Is he like you, dove?”

“No, not harsh, I just wasn’t excepting you to threaten his soul. Can demon’s do that?”

There were things she didn’t know, questions upon questions that she didn’t have answers for, and Maura didn’t know where to even begin. So she crossed her legs, and took the drink with delicate fingers and a painted smile. 

“Well, I like mint juleps,” Taking a slow sip of the very drink she’d been given, Maura watched her new friend with oily eyes. “and vodka. I play violin, professional, elite. I prefer women, and I’m here for my cousin, mostly, but a…there is this boy, my brother, getting in the way. I inherited my family’s vineyard just over a week ago.”