@RedBipolarism “Shsh. You’re doing great,”
He’s leaning down and whispering some demonic sayings in Ians ears. His own eyes turning black for just a moment as he presses a hand onto the gingers chest. So sorry that it hurts. A demon entering the body is not pleasant.
It’s time.
Sitting Ian down, a smirk plastered on his face.
“Let’s make you beautiful.”
And he’s leaning down, touching the bullet hole and watching it heal. The demon boy then reached over for a syringe full of blood. “WAKEY WAKEY!” Jabbing the syringe in his neck, +
Dropping down over top of the redhead.
“Oh dear, what have we done to ourselves now, Ian? Get yourself killed for the man you love? I warned you.”
And he’s hoisting the ginger up over his shoulder and carrying him off.
@RedBipolarism “You feel that rage? That rage just bubbling up inside of you? Is your mind laughing?” He chuckled lowly. “Your mind is about to become the one thing you try so hard to keep it from being.”
Pausing a grin formed and he leaned in slightly. “What’s the matter you look a bit pale?”
@RedBipolarism Stopping and turning. Finger pointed to the other and backing him up.
“You have been a pain in my ass since day one. If I can’t kill you, then I’ll just simply have to drive you to the point you loose everything. And I’ve already done what I needed to.”
@RedBipolarism "Wonder how long it would've taken for him to realize your not worth it and divorce you? I woulda gave it a month tops. Heck he mightve just killed you himself. Who knows. People do crazy shit when they're unhappy. Which clearly he is."
A low chuckle admitted from him.
"When are you going to realize that he doesn't care? You've left him so many times before that he probably won't even notice."
He's grinning as he starts the car and drives off.
"At least he won't have to worry about watching after a flight risk for the rest of his life. ~
"Don't fucking call him that."
He slowly made his way to the car, looking back at the house for just a moment. He took a deep breath and got in the car. Guys like him.. Low blow. You got him.
"That little gremlin fuck doesn't even know me. And besides, you really think he cares? Guys like you leave all the time. Just this time you won't be coming back."
Getting back into the car and waiting for him to get in.
"Please leave Mickey out of this. But just so you know, he finds out it was you, you won't be able to stop him."
Flicking his cigarette as he walked down the porch steps.
"Let's get this shit over with."
+ his birth parents left him in their tragic deaths, (He killed them) he also took most of their fortune since they worked for Wayne Enterprises. And he now goes by Hex instead of Heath or his show name Heathen.
He’s cut off most ties with the circus after the +