Zeruel faced the floor, unable to even show any emotion apart from that of worry. Kia took both of his hands in her own, her touch was soft and calming, making Zeruel look up at her, pulling himself together. "No. Zeke wouldnt... No... he wouldnt... " she didn't sound at all convinced which seemed to agitate Zeruel, his reaction being that of panic.
"Then what Kia?! Why hasn't he come home?!" he yelled at her, causing everyone to just stop for a few seconds and stair wide-eyed at the pair as if it was some sort of lovers quarrel. Many of them probably thought they had a child and he hadn't come home. Zeruel quietened down almost as soon as he shouted, he wanted to apologize but the anger and frustration inside of him about Zeke wouldn't allow him. It wasn't any use trying to reason with him.
"Zeruel... You have to trust him." She shook her head, she didn't seem to be rallied with the shouting Zeruel just did, perhaps she understood about how he was feeling. That and it wasn't a good idea to argue with Zeruel when he was so 'on edge'. "Lets... look calmly." Zeruel managed a nod before Kia led him back out onto the streets, she kept her head down and Zeruel just kept looking around, but more calmly than normal, his eyes taking in much more detail from when he was being so frantic about it. A few people bumped into them and yelled things like. "Watch where you're going!" and "Out of my way!" Zeruel just replied to them with his own harsh words and a glare, none of them said anything back to them after that.
Zeruel lent his head back to look at the sky, no stars were visible inside the city, the only lights in it were that of aeroplanes either going to or from the various airports near the city. "Where are you Zeke?" Zeruel mumbled as if asking God to find him and protect him.
Zeke received a few dirty looks as he walked down the streets, granted he probably looked like the victim of some heinous crime, not that he cared, it was just a sore jaw, it wasn't even broken, it just managed to cut his lip and make his nose bleed. No, the thing which caught there attention was the amount of blood on his clothes, it wasn't even his blood. A smirk appeared on his face at the thoughts of what he did to that girl. The sheer thrill of it all, and the feel of her warm blood coat him from head to toe. Even the coppery taste of it was something he could enjoy again. Again meaning soon.
He pushed all thoughts of the Angels he had encountered to the back of his mind, he wasn't about to let them ruin his evening. Picking out a nice club where a few teenagers were gathered outside having a cigarette and laughing the night away. Zeke smiled, it seemed so peaceful and a beautiful sight in a way, but that peace wasn't going to last for long...
He stumbled over to them, falling onto the ground just in front of 'em, of course they ran over to Zeke's delight. He looked up to them with fake tears in his eyes, oh how his Drama classes paid off. "Are you okay?" the female with purple and black hair asked. Zeke nodded, trying to get to his feet, though he had to be helped by the two boys of the group. "Do you need us to take you to a hospital?" the other girl asked, she had a worried look on her face, one which made Zeke just want to stab her eyes with just so he could see the expression change to one of horror.
Zeke shook his head then smiled before walking away, falling once again on the floor. The two girls ran over to him once again, the boys just waited where they were, a little jealous of Zeke and the fact that his girlfriends were caring more for him than their date. "At least let us take you home." one said, helping Zeke to his feet. The boys figured this was their time to shine and ran over. "We'll take him home." the first one smiled to the black/purple haired one, obvious that was his date. The other stayed quiet and just nodded along with his friend, the girls looked all to pleased with their boyfriends' generosity and smiled to each other, nodding approvingly.
With the help of the two boys, Zeke walked down a dark alleyway a few blocks down from the club, Zeke commanded them to stop and they did so but not before flashing confused looks to one another. Zeke stumbled away from them, resting against the walls of the alleyway, suddenly the dagger became visible in his hands and he smirked deviously, putting a hand through his messy hair to make his eyes obvious to the pair. Those black and grey eyes weren't that of a human and almost immediately they began to run.
Within a flash Zeke was in front of them, blocking the exit out onto the streets. One of them stepped forward, holding up his fists in order to fight, it evoked a laugher from Zeke, a cold dead chuckle. The dagger was placed in his mouth as his own fists were raised. The other boy stood out of the way, egging on his friend who threw a few punches to start off with, Zeke easily dodging them, not even attempting to fight back. One punch was thrown and Zeke grabbed his hand, smirking from beneath the dagger in his mouth as he pushed the boy's hand back until a sickening crack could be heard and his hand broken. A scream escaped the boy's lips but Zeke didn't stop, he continued to push back until the bone protruded from the bleeding wound, his hand eventually being snapped off and falling to the ground.
The boy standing after looked at his friend's hand in horror as it just sat there on the alleyway floor, decapitated from his friend's arm, the person responsible now the dagger in his hand. Zeke's devious smile was more than obvious now, two of his fingers stabbed the guy in the eye sockets, feeling the jelly like substance on his fingers excited him, as the boy was screaming Zeke stabbed through his mouth with the dagger, it coming out from the back of his head. The screaming would cease and the boy fell to his knees. He was obviously dead.
His friend looked in horror as the dagger was yanked out of his friends' head and it being brought up to Zeke's mouth, his tongue sliding across the bloody blade as he savored the taste. The other boy wanted to move, but he felt himself frozen with fear as his friends' murderer came closer and closer, the blood from the blade dripping onto the ground and creating a trail. The blade was placed in front of the boy's mouth as Zeke commanded him to lick it, without a second thought and in the hope of being spared, he compelled and stuck his tongue out slightly with Zeke pushing the blade onto it. The boy now having to taste the blood, his friend's blood.
All the while he was shaking and Zeke grabbed his tongue with his free hand and sliced it off with the blade. The boy put a hand over his mouth, unable to scream, but trying to stop the blood. Before he knew it he was on the floor by a kick to the knees, his head smashing against the wall, though it didn't kill him. The blood now running down his throat and filling up his lungs, with no way to stop it apart from spitting out the blood every so often. Zeke sat on top of the boy's chest, his knife scraping down his arms, stopping when he came to the wrists.
The boy struggled, knowing that he was going to die, if not from a cut from that blade, then by the blood inside of his lungs. In one swift motion, Zeke raised the blade and slice across the wrist, all too much so that the hand almost came off. He repeated the process on the other wrist, but this time more gentle and slower. He looked back to the man's face, his head resting on the cold ground, now dead. The dagger vanished and Zeke dipped his hand in the puddle of blood forming around both of the boys.
"May Satan bless your souls." Zeke said in a fake caring tone, one where it would be used at a funeral to mourn the loss of someone. The symbol was finished and the bodies exploded everywhere, causing blood, bits of flesh and organs to coat Zeke once again. He smirked, brushing off the bits of flesh and mutilated organs before dropping his head forward and chuckling darkly.