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Hiver didn't looked shocked or worried whatsoever, he just laughed the same old laugh once more, the prince turned to her, his blade pointed to the girls neck. " Don't push me, sweetheart. " He smirked, " I am nice to a fault. " A demon approached the two, but it, like the others. Was on Hiver's side, it's stringy arm wrapped around the girl, tightly, like a constrictor snake. It's other arm a large axe-like blade.

Miyun casted a barrier of fire around Tarou , Hiver wouldn't be able to get him now! "Look over here!" she yelled with a smirk on her face. Hiver glanced over at Miyun when she slashed her sword on his side, She smirked and turned away .

Hiver turned at the sound of the girl's voice, but gasped as Miyun's blade sunk deep into his side. His eye's widened, " ......wh---what? " He stepped backwards a few steps befor he collappssed to the ground in screams. Something was odd with that blade, it caused the wound to burn and throb. Almost like fire. And blood was spilling out of the wound like crazy. It had been a half a minute now, and Hiver was still curled up on the ground, holding the wound, screaming. He hardly had the moment to breath between screams.

Depit, hearing the ruckus, decided to shut his book finally, but still holding it in his left arm. His hair ruffled with his movement, his normally neat hair shaggy and uncared for. At the sight of the scene, he let out a sigh. "This is what you get for thinking like an ape." He said plainly, walking up to the barrier, as he flipped frantically through the book, looking for something suitable to try and get through the barrier. His grey eyes scanned rapidly as he browsed the pages.

"Dumbass" He uttered quietly. Finally finding something that might work, he shut the book, and snapped his fingers, the book disappearing out of sight. "This.. might sting a little." He reminded himself, as his hand was placed at the barrier, his eyes starting to glow and radiate their grey color. As he did this, he looked entirely inhuman, more like a spectre, or something of the dead. Slowly, a small opening appeared in the barrier, and he fell in, staggering, and slowly getting up, his body trembling. "How many damn times are you going to do this, you stupid ape?!" He yelled at Hiver, as he weakly approached. "Move." He said flatly to the other figure.

Depit glanced over at Flain, grinning, and calling out sarcastically to him. "Now, looks like somebody's been playing with weapons again. You realize how sharp and pointy they can be, don't you? Careful." He chuckled mockingly, tracing a circle in the air with his finger, creating a portal, helping Hiver through it, though doing so disdainfully, as the portal swallowed them up, lingering there for a few minutes. His body finally began to look human again, as he let out a long, annoyed sigh.

"Keep your disgusting paws off of me 'old friend'; the only weak person I saw in that pitiful little scene that I would REALLY would like to forget-" Depit said in a hissing tone; With strength that's unrare for Depit, he ripped his friend's hands off of him, dropping to his feet as he finished "was the madman who senselessly did the same thing that he despises his enemies for. The only monsters, friend, are people like you and I. And what makes you so weak is that you're so unwilling to admit your errors."

Depit continued coldly.

"Admitting and strengthening yourself in the area of your weanesses is what will make you able to overpower them, not by going into a mindless bloodlust rage, in which you've gone before. I am connected with the dead, with those who were ROBBED of their future by both YOU and by THEM. The dead seem infinetely more wise than the living. As they have no more time to strengthen their weaknesses, to admit their mistakes, to tie loose ends, they envy baboons like yourself, because you STILL HAVE THAT ABILITY." He emphasized those last words, almost yelling them.

"Until this cycle of bloodthirsty, and poorly thought out behavior is ended, you will have maintained the mindset of an ape. The best way to carry out revenge is not through physical destruction, no. The best way is to crush what it is that's important to them, what they live for. From there, if any blood is spilled, it's on their own hands, and hatred towards you would be something easily used to your advantage; for there would be no title of 'retribution' to slap onto their efforts of retaliation. And anger, my friend, like you have demonstrated, can very well lead an enemy to certain death. Be realistic, if I weren't there, what do you think would have happened? You would have destroyed yourself. Though having too much of a mindset on revenge may thwart your ultimate mission, anyway, if what you want is proper revenge, and to reclaim what you lost."

His dark brown hair tossed with a slight breeze, and his eyes were intense and thoughtful. "The dead envy you and I, because they lack something that we have, but that same thing is what most do not use until they die." He let out an arrogant 'hmph', and shook his head. "Are you so rash to believe that they wouldn't have your guts spilled on the street, while your body is PISSED on?!" He burst out suddenly, his face not showing his anger, not as much as the sheer angry intensity in his eyes and voice.