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?