"Here we are, boss, Dagda mansion,"
Donn got out of the car with Caille, walking out from her side, lightly touching her neck, feeling the webs come off her neck, leaving a red print of it on her skin, Caille stood by Donn when Bal walked out of the door his heterochromia eye scanned around the scenery, the forest fogy laid with a slight mist around them letting a slight dew on him, his brown hair moved through the wind, curling around showing a little body hidden beneath it, Bal smiled crooked staring at the opulent mansion or as the dons have been calling it, castle Dagda home to the forgotten ruler. But that putting it nicely, Bal let out a faint chuckle as he admired it, the gothic architecture, that made it feel like his in a far off book, a kingdom are black and gold, how unsettling, Bal had thought as he started to walk up the old mossy stairs, he peered at Donn,
"Make sure the property is secure the property, I would rather not get caught off guard by this black shadow he has. I heard he's a stubborn angel."
Bal smirked at Donn when his rough voice sent a chill down his and Caille's spines,
"Formoir. What was his name again i can't quite remember."
His hair moved this time not because of the wind, a small spider, not even the size of a dime, moved through his hair, standing on the edge of his hair line, its eyes gleamed down at him with his eyes the same color as Bal, blue and brown.
"His name is Peter. A selfish old angel with only his abithion to fill his mind, not wise on his part but he is lop sided on how he handles his ideas"
Formoir seethed slightly as he leaned into Bal, curling up in his hair once more, its eyes taking a peek at Caille, making her stiffen, it amused the small angel while it curled a small strand of hair in its legs, curling into Bal's hair,
"I see im still not welcomed in your group circle Bal Why's that? I thought I was your friend. Your partner in everything? Including your circle."
Bal smirked, reaching the last step and peering up at the spider. Their eyes met in a conspiratorial manner. Bal over his hand, petting Formoir, Caille watched them not frightened as she was before, but wary. She had felt their webs before, that's how she got here. However this. Them acting the same was odd, they've been halfheartedly helping each other with their gang, Bal giving the resources and men to pull apart the territory, and Formoir made all the pieces fall for him, getting the right investments in place, the people and money. Control of all those they both charisched control, It was their favorite method.
"You know that I wouldn't keep you out of our little get together, it's not as amusing if you aren't in my little meetings, it would be so bland if your little web weren't there, but this time it was your choice to leave, wasn't it Formoir?"
"Fine, I wasn't there however, we have both agreed that taking a peek at the orange haired menace was a wise decision, and it proved to be very insightful, wasn't it Bal,"
Bal chuckled as they made it to Blake's mansion doors, he peered at Caille with a swift motion of his head. She knocked on the door, having it echo through the huge exterior. Caille stepped back, waiting for the door to open. When it made an eerie creak to show a black shadow moving through the entryway, when the shadow stopped,
"Is that you Formoir, you weasely small bug?"
The shadow then moved like a snake striking, to Bal and Foroir, the shadow curled around them, but it stayed around Bal's hair, almost touching Formoir, a horrendous chuckle came from the sentient shadow.
"Formoir you hiding bastard, where have you been? I haven't seen you in a month, off hunting your latest catch?"
"No no, I was doing something more valuable," Formoir laughed as he lifted up a leg, letting the shadow touch him, feeling the sudden shift of power surging through his fake body was an endogenous sensation. Intoxicating. The shadow let out an intrigued hum, its shadow moved almost tilting like a confused animal,
"You were stalking someone of my interest, were you?"
Caille and Bal watched them, Caille unease and stiff she observed the two, she peered at Bal, seeing him staring off nonchalantly, kind of bored really, he was that discounsernd with the angels talking over his head, Caille reached her hand over to touch them when Bal glanced at her aggressively, stopping her, she flinched from it hesitant, he then nod stiffly when Formoir answered he shadow,
"I may be having, what would it mean for you to know, Peter afraid it's your little flame you disregarded?"
"Sandel?" Peter utterly stunned, he then twirled around Formoir more hectically, Bal twitching, feeling the wind from it against his face, but Formoir didn't bother him, Formoir twirls a piece of Bal's hair, ignoring Peter stuttering,
"You went to stalk her while not telling the rest of us, what were your intentions fr it other than seeking out their intentions with the last oath? What have they come up with this time Formior?"
"Theu have… placed Sandel and Avalon on the…"
Formoir was cut off, he felt a sudden shift in the atmosphere, a heavy step is heard by them stopping at the door, when a dread seeped into him, into them, the fog seemed to thicken around them, it was so thic it made it hard to breath, Bal looked a head he say the blue and green shifting eyes staring back at his discolored hues. They all felt the weight around them like they are trapped under water, Bal smirked at the feeling, the anitcapathion of seeing this new blood gave him a zellouse feeling, thats when he hear Caille coughing his gaze peered at her, shes holding her hand on her chest staring at Blake like a hesitant predator trying to see if he was the prey or a ghastly predator then she was, Bal teared his gaze off her hearing Blakes reverberant voice cut throught the weight around them.
"Avalon?"
Peter turned to Blake with a sort of fake excitement, he lunged to be around him like an enthusiastic pup circling there owner, Blake stepped into the moonlight casting down on him, like a pale halo. His black short hair shone, matching the glow from his gaze, he examined them briefly when he grunted to Peter,
"I see they got here late and now they are saying they heard something from them. How qwant,"
Blake took a step closer to Bal, having a faint glance at Formoir concealed under Bal's brown hair, he held no apprehension for the angel hiding in Bal's hair as he stared at Bal his hands not moving from his sides. Bal noticed the absence of Blake, how riveting. They are always reacting so repulsed or in fright that it became so predictable, I thought he would be something enticing but this is more of a treat. Bal thought he held his hand out casually with a smile that was anything but friendly,
"I see you've done well for something new, kiddo, i find that interesting." Bal bellowed a tone that would leave most feeling terrified. Blake just stared at him, empty with his hand slapping his away with a sharp pain radiating from his hand Bal rubbed it, seeing a burn reside in it. Formoir glanced down, staggered his legs, moving down from Bals hair onto his arm, not rushed but hesitant and amused. Formoir examined the burn it was neither from heat nor cold…it looked like it was both,
"Fascinating," Formoir let out as he slightly touched the burn on Bal's hand, with just a slight touch, Bal gave Formoir a pained glare. Now this is more impressive. Formoir moved away from it, glancing at Bal, he was hiding the smile that played before his eyes, the agreed then an oath they had to make was certain, Blake stared down Formoir, getting a better look at him, a tiny spider lay calmly on Bal's forearm, gleaming its eight eyes at him and then back at its owner. He was odd a spider is its form a way of control, of the power he knew Bal for. Blake made no emotional response his hand drifts back to his side Peter around his shoulders curling on on him,
"Take the webs off your hand trickster."
Bal glanced up at him with a smirk on his face, a slow one that grew when he stared at Blake, Bal straightened up, moving Formoir on his shoulder, he held his burned hand slowly and gingerly to his side, the faint glint of the webs broken falling away from his hands,
"Of course, Blake, where were my manners for such as yourself, I couldn't help but try to make a challenge for you, it was intriguing to say the least,"
"I wouldn't try that again, unless you like being burned,"
Blake seethed as he glanced at Caille. She was timid around him, her hands twitching as he stared at her, trying to see if it didn't affect her. Blake heard a soft murmur from Formoir, a sweet voice, sickening to him.
"Why don't we come in and negotiate our oath…her small dark knight, lead the way,"
Formoir moved back into Bals hair, watching Blake, waiting to see his reaction, but was met with a dark stare no anger or outrage. Blake nods stiffly telling them,
"Peter show us the way swiftly,"
Peter shot off his shoulder, curling upward when it rushed through the foyer, guilding them.