Why Did the Sky Stop Crying // Private // Decayuss and Elizabeth

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AND IT'S DARK ON A COLD DECEMBER,

Well, well. Wasn't this quite the peculiar situation. As the argument between Elizabeth, now posessed by the spirit of the malevolent Shadow Sovereign, Blair, and Deniel, who had turned into his Devil form. Somehow, all the researches had hid inside, terrified of the view of the beast and the eerie white haired woman argue, fear in their eyes as some watched through the windows how the Devil would pin Elizabeth to the ground, trying to strangle her, make her die slowly, all while having a serious issue about wether he should or should not kill her, pierce her chest with his claws. Elizabeth, or rather, Blair, watched the devil straight in the eye, her purple eyes focused on his, beginning to feel how she lacked air, how she could not breathe, but in no moment did she show fear. Her eyes were emotionless, cold purple orbs that showed malice and an insane desire to get rid of Deniel, yet no fear. No anger, nothing. Simple and plain malice. Without moving an inch, or trying to kick the devil off of her, Blair simply began thinking through her possibilities, running through Elizabeth's memories, looking for a viable escape route.

And then she found it.

Opening her hand, she began gathering the shadows surrounding her silently, forming a dark mass in her hand, that quickly got tainted in purple, corrupted by the malice of Blair, which affected everything she neared. The shadows escaped the hand of the Shadow Sovereign, covered by the gauntlet, forming a short, familiar figure right behind the devil, standing absolutely still, covered by an armor, identical to that which Elizabeth wore, only that it was made by shadows. Standing still, empty, emotionless, behind the devil, the clone remained there, where it had been created, motionless, the path to freedom of Blair. Closing her eyes, the purple orbs dissapearing behind her eyelids, Blair proceeded to concentrate, forget about her environment for a few seconds, just like Elizabeth did, like Zed had done, and felt as the floor beneath her dissapeared for a second, before reappearing, the lack of air, incapability to breath no longer there. Opening her eyes slowly, taking deep breaths, the white haired woman looked around, in vertical position once more, on her feet, a smirk drawing on her lips as the shadow ended up beneath the devil. If there was something the masters of Shadows were good at, then that was escaping. And toying with people's minds.

It was ironic; now someone else was toying with the Master of Shadows' Mind.

Crossing her hands over her chest, calmly leaning against a random wall, Blair focused her purple orbs on Deniel once more, a smirk, unseen by the Devil due to the fact that she was wearing the mask, drawing on her lips slowly. Tapping with the claws of her left hand on her right arm, Blair let a soft, sweet, yet eerie and malevolent chuckle escape her lips, and probably reach the Devil's ears. My, my, and I thought I was insane. In order for you to kill me, Devil, you're going to have to catch me first. Blair said, her voice sweet, even charming, yet evil and cold at the same time. She was perfectly conscious that she was just adding salt to the wound, she was making the situation worse and worse, and, judging by what she had seen thus far, probably putting Elizabeth's life in danger, or actually, putting her body in danger, for it could easily be damaged.

But, what was peculiar about Blair was, that she adored toying with the bodies of her hosts. Without those bodies, she was an aimless spirit, so if the body of her host was destroyed, she'd be forced to return to the Book of Shadows, yet, Blair simply adored putting the bodies of her hosts in serious danger, and barely escaping. Their reactions were amazing, the thrill, the emotion, was refreshing, it reminded her she was alive... Somewhat. More so, it reminded her how it had felt when she had been alive, eons ago, before even Zed had existed. And it was, most certainly, a pleasant feeling. Oh for Zed's sake, Stop it! The voice of Elizabeth resonated through her head, desperate and angered. Poor creature, she didn't realize that she would not get her body back anytime soon. Nor would she remain sane for too long. After all, the cause of Zed's perdition, of Zed going insane, had been Blair. The fact that she occupied his body for too long, that she kept his spirit locked away for too long, simply turned him insane, so by the time he got his body back, much to Blair's dismay, there was not a single drop of sanity and mercy left in him. He no longer had to fear what the voices in his head told him. He then adored the voices in his head, and accepted them as friends. Counselors that would always show him the best route of action. And, knowing who Elizabeth was, she was more than likely to follow the same path as Zed.

Stop what? Now I'm controlling this body, darling, I decide what to do with it. How foolish was Elizabeth? Did she seriously think that Blair would listen to her pleas? No matter how desperate she sounded, no matter how sad she was, she would not get her body back, and much less would Blair stop. She was having too much fun, this was too entertaining, for her to stop. Ignoring the pleas and begging, the desperate cries for her to stop, Blair turned her attention back to the Devil fully, not noticing how the airship stopped moving at last, and the researchers, stupid people, literally ran out to the lacrima, and away from the terrifying arguing duo. Look at yourself. You're pathetic. You tried to teach me autocontrol, to control those voices in my head and the Shadows, yet you can barely control yourself! Ha! Blair's laughter, much different than Elizabeth's, filled the airship, scaring the flying creatures slightly due to how eerie and malevolent it sounded. It appears you need to learn to control yourself first! And threathening a lady. Have you fallen that low?

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AND IT'S DARK ON A COLD DECEMBER,

How foolish could humans get? Blair could not comprehend. Did they all not understand? So many years had transcurred since the last time she took over a body, and yet the reactions of humanity remained the same over her actions? Well, for a species that had evolved so much, humans had slowed down on evolving mentally, apparently. One couldn't say their intelligence was brilliant, judging that they commited the same errors, and thought the same things as the first time a situation like this was faced. Now it was Deniel, willing to get his friend back. But years ago, it had been Celestia, willing to get her lover back. A love so strong that made the poor, frail girl ready to face an entity so powerful, that it was capable to crush her back with a snap of her fingers, which was what she did. And which was what snapped Zed's sanity definitively, which finally made him succumb into the shadows. He had not loved her; Masters of Shadows were cursed, punished for their sins, with the incapability to love any other human being. But Zed? He felt that Celestia was close to him, that they belonged together somehow, and wanted to make her happy, stay with her, regardless of the fact that he could not return her the love she gave him. And Blair had crushed in pieces the only thing that made Zed remember he could remain sane, that he was a human being that could chose. She was his rise; and his fall. Would the same happen with Elizabeth and Deniel? Elizabeth herself was a very peculiar case. Zed, her great-great-great grandfather, had had an insane resistance and force of will; he refused to let go of his sanity until the very end. Elizabeth? She is already tiptoeing on the thin line between sanity and madness. Her tormented past, the sins she commited, and, the current condition she is in, the voices, everything slowly killed her sanity, and made her force of will much, much weaker than Zed's. While he fought his best to take his body back, Elizabeth just stood there, confused, not knowing what to do.

At last, the Black Devil apparently figured out what was going on, and realized that the one speaking, wasn't his precious redheaded friend Elizabeth; which, considering the physical changes her body had suffered, was more than obvious; but an entirely different entity, which had a much more malevolent and destructive nature, than Elizabeth did, and was willing to destroy her friendship with the Black Devil. It had quite taken him a while to realise the situation, but that did not matter. What really mattered, was what he thought. Did he seriously think Blair needed this body? She did, in a way; without her host, she'd be forced back into the book of shadows, until a new descendant was found, which, considering Elizabeth had no children, would be difficult, but always could she attract someone else, create a whole new Master of Shadows bloodline, that was not the Silvershields'. Zed, in fact had been the founder of the Silvershield household, a household which in its time had been insanely powerful, and still was, to this very day. Yet nobody remembered him. Nobody; except Elizabeth. Do you really think I need this pathetic body? Blair spoke, her voice calm, despite the serious threat above her. Her life and body was in peril, but she didn't care. It wasn't exactly her body either, after all. This is just a simple host. You'll kill Elizabeth, and I'll find another host. And besides... Her body, is rightfully mine. A sinister silence followed after Blair stopped speaking, only interrupted ocassionally by any noise the airship made. Blair had not finished speaking; at all. She knew that the male before her would argue that this body did not belong to her, and, although he would be right, Blair would never admit it, and would keep arguing back. For the sake of entertainment. She, after all, being a spirit that loved spreading chaos, discord, and evil, quite enjoyed arguments. The bodies of all masters of shadows, previous, current, or future, are mine by law! I created the book of Shaows, and they got their powers from it, so they should repay me in some way for getting such immense power from my creation! Blair's voice rose, sounding victorious and arrogant, almost shouting what she was saying. Zero, who until then had been away, informing the researchers they could get to work, now stared at the scene, atonished, and confused. Where had this chick come from? Why had Elizabeth not told him about her? What was going on? He was confused. Very confused. And besides... I don't know if Elizabeth would be capable of controlling her body correctly if she gets it back. Seeing someone else control your body, being stuck with the voices of the shadows, inside your own mind... It can alter someone's mental health really bad. And Elizabeth... Hers is already incredibly frail. I don't think she'll be sane for much more. Her will is weak, and her sanity is rapidly fading away while the weight of the sins of her past and her current ones is crushing her. She is a very bad person, Black Devil. Possibly as bad as myself. It's a shame that she hid it from you.

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THERE IS A PLACE BETWEEN WAR AND MURDER,

For once, both Elizabeth and Blair shared a common feeling, at the same time. Shock and confusion made Blair stop her monologue and shut up for once; and the same feelings made Elizabeth look up, and ignore the voices which had almost persuaded her, which had almost dragged her to the dark side. She felt... eerie. She felt the exact same way she did when Blair had thrown her away, when she had taken over the control of her body, as if her very essence, her soul was being yanked away from whatever place she was in, and moved around, back to where it belonged. Blair was cursing in the background, saying how she'd take over the body once more as soon as Deniel dissapeared from sight, although she obviously didn't say his name. Blair seemingly enjoyed calling people names, as in a matter of seconds, Deniel earned at least a thousand new nicknames. And not a single one was nice. Before Elizabeth could realise what had happened seconds ago, her body fell on the ground with a barely audible thud, caused mainly as the metal impacted against the floor of the ship. Blinking a few times, it took Elizabeth nearly a minute to realise, that she was back.

The control of her body is hers, once more. But not everything was the same. Not even near it. Her hair remained white like the snow in winter, long, straight. Her electric blue eyes had dissapeared, replaced by a pair of crimson ones that looked around, curious, yet terrified. There wasn't a sign of the previous Elizabeth, except for her body. The voluptuous, well-defined body which Elizabeth had worked hard to get was still there. And thankfully. Placing a hand on the ground, the now white haired woman put all her efforts in attempting to get up. She imagined that she looked quite pathetic, laying there, on the floor. And Elizabeth most certainly disliked the idea of looking petty. Getting up, black spots appearing before her eyes as she rose from her laying positions, nauseas hitting her, the Master of Shadows placed her hand on the nearest pillar, her eyes widening at the sight of how her hand, heck, her arm was trembling like a leaf. The consequences of what had happened mere minutes ago were obvious. Elizabeth felt terrible; not only physically, but emotionally too. Being closed with the voices... It was not a pleasant experience. It was something Elizabeth wished to never be repeated. She felt the insane desire to embrace herself and curl up in a corner, like she used to do when she was a little kid, way before she joined the Army. But the fact that she had spent half of her life on the battlefield and was way too prideful to show weakness made her stop herself from doing such thing. You can stop now, Deniel. I've regained control of my own body... Temporarily, however. The effort Elizabeth had to invest in making her voice sound normal, and not shaky, was insane. Never in her life has she felt so weak, so useless. Posessed. She had been posessed so easily. This was a great stain on the name of the Silvershield, known to never be dominated by evil forces... Although, if we look at it that way, Elizabeth's very existance is a stain on her family name, considering that she is a descendant of the Master of Shadows, supposedly one of the most evil men in history, and was the human vessel of the Shadow Sovereign. It was clear now, why Nathaniel had always been the adored twin, and Liz was just... Liz. The only moment in which her father had felt proud of her was when she joined the army.

Anyways.

Taking her hair in her hand, Elizabeth inspected it closely, curiosity obvious in her eyes, slowly calming down, recovering from the ocurrances. Snow white. Where was her scarlet color now? She'd miss it. Lots. Taking her hair up in a ponytail and tying it into the same weird hairstyle she used always, whenever she had to wear her helmet, Elizabeth slipped the helmet on her head, a crimson glow appearing in her eyes as soon as her face got covered. Letting out a tired, barely audible sigh, the Master of Shadows looked at Deniel for a second, mantaining eye contact for no longer than 3/4 of a second befor elooking away, Elizabeth wondered what she should say. She was uncertain of what just happened. He had tried to kill her. He was probably still pissed with her for earlier. But in the end, he had saved her. And the end justified the means. .... It's time to deal with those things over there. I don't think we can waste much more time with personal issues. Emotionless, that's what Elizabeth's voice was. It was formal, cold, yet with softening slightly near the end, as she remembered all the good moments between the two. Shaking her head for a second in order to banish those memories, Elizabeth focused her crimson eyes on the weird creatures that were preparing to attack. Why had they waited for the duo so long to fix their personal issues... Weird things.

Turning away from Deniel, Elizabeth drew her blades, Illusion and Delusion shining at the sunlight slightly, the white haired woman placed both hands before her, alongside the blades, ready to cut everything that came at her in two. Are you coming? Because I'd appreciate some help, albeit I do agree with Blair's statement, the one about being able to fight alone. She was being plain mean. Just mean. But why? Why was Elizabeth biting the hand that saved her? Why was she being rude to the only one who dared approach her after she unleashed the power of Shadows?

It was easy. To protect him. Elizabeth couldn't afford having Deniel near her while Blair was around. Who knew what could happen. Blair was psychotic, and for all Elizabeth knew, she could simply kill Deniel. Adn that, most certainly, wasn't something the white haired Knight would enjoy. Mostly considering she couldn't take vengeance upon the murderer, as well... It'd require for her to suicide herself. And that was not an option. So, the only viable option consisted in pushing Deniel away from her, so he could stay safe. But before she could definitively push him away, force him away from her, she had one last thing to say. A single word, that could express all that Elizabeth felt now. And what she had felt for a while.

Gratitude.

Oh, and... Thank you.