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Post by Rurushu on Jan 4, 2016 21:52:04 GMT
Ru was told how bad the fight got between Banto and Kaku, his husband coming back nearly dead the last time, but Ru also knew he held back as it was a human, and Kaku was still fully himself not wanting to hurt people, even for something like that. So held off from really attacking back in full force, so Ru gave a slight chuckle at the ego this ex-criminal was supporting for himself, it made him look pathetic. Ru didn't even flinch when Sky headed over, he knew she was planning on doing so anyways, both to help her friend, and protect her brother, but Ru did have to give a small look to Kaku to remain back. Even if his eyes showed fear for what was to come. Ru felt the growl in the back of his throat when the weapon went off, and the ringing in his ears from the noise, and while he didn't move an inch from it, deep down knowing that Banto wouldn't have really done that for obvious reasons, his whole body screamed hurt from the thought of his son dying. It was a few milliseconds later, that Ru felt the burning pain in his back, growling as he leant forward from the unexpected blast. It would hold no real problems, he could feel his body already begin to heal, even if later removing the bullet would be an issue, but it still got him annoyed that they fell for such a cheap dirty trick. "Your going to have to do better then that to match the speed my body heals..."
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Post by Banto Night on Jan 4, 2016 22:25:06 GMT
Banto could shoot a child, if he had to. In fact, if these brats weren't needed to keep the enemy in check, then he'd shoot a bullet into both of them. But he was glad to see some reactions from all the idiots around him. And the bullet hitting the Demon King. His first hit on that ruler as well. It was yet another milestone in Banto's head, yet more proof that a Human could easily best both Angel and Demon King, so long as they tried hard enough. Banto was a little surprised to see the regeneration power the Demon King had, and the ex-criminal made sure to note it for later experiences. But, Banto's grin never faltered. "I don't need to do better. All I need is a weapon," This time Banto pulled out a knife, plucked the little Demon brat out of Havok's hold, and held it to his rather vocal throat, "and a couple of innocent little brats." Banto chuckled, making some dangerous motions that were a slither away from cutting into Art's throat. "I think we all know sometimes the worst injuries are the mental ones. Right, Kakushin?" Banto asked, looking at the furious, King of peace. "This isn't the first time I've held the life of someone you love in my hands, I've done it twice before. If I recall, you failed twice. The first I hurt you, and the second... I destroyed your home, and your people." Banto explained. He walked more into the open, practically standing on Havok, not really caring when a boot hit the Kyuban's head as he moved. "And now this is the third. Are you going to fail again? Surely you don't want to." Banto hissed, before holding the brat forward a little more, holding him like a trophy. "Then go on, try and save his life... oh that's right, you can't. Because despite all your people stand for, the one thing you can't protect is life, which makes you pretty weak, if you ask me." Banto added.
Eventually pulling Art closer, content in knowing the two Kings could do nothing to him, Banto backed up. "Well, it's been fun, but I have some prisoners to return to the Saints, before anyone knows they're missing." Banto finished, keeping the knife by Art's neck as he kicked Havok to life. "Move, before I kick you the way back." Banto ordered, giving Sky a glare that gave her the obvious order of follow or see her brother killed. He wasn't going to walk all the way back, Banto had some portals set up to skip the journey, just in case the Kings felt like trailing them the whole way back.
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Post by Sky on Jan 4, 2016 22:43:25 GMT
The second the gun shot rang out, Sky clutched onto her brother planning to never let go, his screams being something that would never leave her mind. She knew that her parents must be hurting from all this, first Dada as Art never ran to him, and now Papa, because she knew he understood, and didn't blame either of them for picking Havok in this. Sky ignored all going around her, content just making sure her brother and friend was alright, before Art was picked up and held like some trophy, which to the sick and twisted Banto... he probably was. Knowing there was little Sky could do, and hating that fact, she focused on making sure Havok was alright before reluctantly standing and following behind Banto as he left, looking over her shoulder and silently apologising to her parents, and promising to keep Art safe. She wouldn't let him be killed on her watch, and from here on out, there was no more nice girl, she would do all in her power to escape with Art, just so she could help her Dada have a smile on his face, and for her Papa to finally relax a little. Glaring to Banto, Sky smirked a little. "Hey fucker... Don't think that my parents will be easy on you the next time you meet, Dada has a lot of bones to pick with you, he wont rest until its been done, because fucking shit stains like you have no right to peace."
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Post by Havok Feron on Jan 6, 2016 22:15:15 GMT
Havok needed to stop the bleeding, it grinded against his wound, causing pain that the Kyuban wasn't familiar with. He couldn't remember being in such pain, not even Banto put him through something like this. But, Havok's owner had done some of the damage, pointing that gun into Havok's back. The boy could smell the sickly metallic bullet mix with the crimson blood, dribbling from his shoulder. Any movement now made him terrified, the gunshots Banto made, which Havok couldn't focus on, and all the yelling. He was only awoken from his terrified and painful state when Banto kicked him. Havok cowered, now noticing that Art was missing, but with another kick, right down on his head, Havok focused on doing as he was told. Finding a hold on the ground, Havok pulled himself up, collapsing down from the spike of pain to momentarily lie on his stomach. A few more breaths, and help from Sky, and the boy was on his feet. He followed the figure of Banto, who was steadily backing away from the opening, the place Havok had gone to make his friends happy, only to leave feeling like he'd instead created a nightmare.
After a little walk, Havok felt their position move, the scents of the two adults and remains of Havok's lost blood disappeared, and they were now right outside the Temple. Havok soon collapsed again after seeing the place, clutching his side where the sword wound was. Not only did the pain exhaust him, but losing so much blood after not being fed so long, meant Havok couldn't even feel his legs to move anymore. Banto didn't seemed to care about the reason however. Hearing Havok drop, he glanced towards the Temple doors, whistling to whoever was lurking inside, the one person that might be on patrol or have come back from the missions early, before turning towards Havok. With a foot, he shoved Havok's hand out of the way, only to bring that boot down onto the wound. Havok lost all of his breath, yelping in pain and rolling over to try and avoid anymore hits. "You'll get up and walk, Havok. Don't test me." Banto ordered in a calm voice, the opposite of the Saint's current emotions. Eventually someone came out of the Temple, Lewo, one of the Noble twins. Banto looked down to him, before handing over Art. "Take the two prisoners back to the cells, use this key to lock them up. Don't let them go again, I'm tired of hunting brats." Banto ordered, handing Lewo the key that Havok had stolen as well. Once Art and Sky were in Lewo's hands, Banto only barely trusting the seventeen year old to do his job, Banto turned to Havok. He still couldn't stand, or move, which meant Banto would have to take action. So muttering to himself, Banto leaned down and grabbed the back of Havok's neck hard, forcefully bringing him to his feet. "You'll be spending some time with me, I need to remind you who's in charge Havok, and what you are." Banto stated. Havok's mouth was red from blood, he still snarled against the painful grip, eyes looking desperately towards Sky and Art. "F...friends!" Havok called to them, arm out, "I... I is s... sorry!" The Kyuban needed to say something to them. Whilst he was reminded of the fear he should have for himself, at the upcoming pain Banto would put him through, Havok only cared how horrible things had gone, for the kids.
Banto tutted, ordering Lewo to keep moving. The teen kept his gaze away, knowing not to get involved with Banto's brutality. He especially kept his eyes away when Banto grabbed onto Havok's extended arm, snapped it back with enough force for there to be a very loud and sickly crack. Havok cried out, feeling that wet sensation of tears down his face, something the Kyuban associated with pain, now that he'd received enough of it. Once Lewo and the kids were out of sight, Banto smirked, holding tightly onto Havok as the boy took heavy breaths, before dragging him back into the Temple. It was time for another lesson.
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Post by Banto Night on Jan 6, 2016 23:10:35 GMT
Note: Small note, for your reply, if mentioning Lewo, make sure to remember he isn't like other Saints, he is probably scared of Banto, since he isn't that old himself, and might even apologise for what's going to happen.
Banto seemed in a rush to get back. Mostly because he wanted to leave the Kings quickly, making them feel hopeless, and he also wanted to get back soon before Havok forgot he needed to be punished for breaking a major rule. But, the little monster was in constant pain, two wounds already bleeding him dry, and for a Kyuban who needed blood to live, more than others did, it was especially painful. So Havok was already being punished, but Banto needed more out of him.
Once Lewo had the two brats, Banto took a different path inside the Temple, to a room used previously as nothing but a place to put storage. Banto had made a few adjustments to make it the room he taught Havok in, mostly locking it and making everything a little bit more soundproof. It was hard to find a day that Banto could really teach Havok a lesson, always worried someone might hear the little monster calling out, but today was perfect. The only ones around, didn't want to be involved in anything Banto did. Throwing Havok inside, Banto stretched his arms out a little. Havok was still quietly sobbing to himself, but Banto didn't turn around for a few painful minutes, until Havok had gone almost silent. Once he turned, Banto had a serious look on his face, looking down to Havok, the boy holding his wound again with one arm, whilst the other was limb, broken and bent backwards, unmoving. Shaking his head a little, Banto drew close to Havok's head, making the boy sit up a little more. "Havok, you know how seriously you just betrayed the Saints?" Banto asked, so calm it was intimidating, "If anyone found you there, they'd kill you for that betrayal? But me, your owner, I'm willing to spare you." Banto added, hearing Havok's breathing increase. He was used to this calm method, and it terrified him. Banto got up, walking around the room to where he stored some 'tools'. Banto got one thing out, putting it into a pocket, before picking up a strong, spiked whip.
Though he couldn't move, Havok heard the movement of the metal whip, starting to struggle around a little bit to go and hide. But, the brats exhaustion betrayed him, and Havok stopped moving when Banto put a boot on his side to keep Havok still. "Tell me how grateful you are, to your forgiving owner." Banto ordered. There was more wheezing, and when Havok almost spoke, Banto struck. The whip hit down hard, sharp edges taking out chunks of skin, more than an usual whip did. After waiting for a few more minutes, until Havok had stopped his pathetic crying. Banto controlled his voice, and asked again. Once more, just before Havok spoke, Banto hit him. Banto continued the process for a long while, each time Havok was more desperate to answer, but Banto wouldn't let him. Not until Havok was using every breath to say how grateful he was, over and over. Banto chuckled, waiting for Havok to calm down. "That's right. Every thought should be towards being loyal to me, Havok. When you betray the Saints, you betray me. And I'm your owner, Havok, you don't want to betray the one who owns you, do you?" Banto asked, Havok heaving for a breath, before shaking his head. Banto smiled, softer than usual. "You know I care about you, but I need you to learn." Banto said, and Havok nodded. His whole body was red with blood and cuts, visibly shaking from the mental trauma Havok was also in. Whilst in this state, it was quite easy to manipulate the boy, as he couldn't focus or remember anything else but what Banto told him. It was a trick used often, than used to work well. "S... sorry.. master." Havok replied quietly. Very slowly, Banto dropped the whip, moving it away, and with a gesture to Havok, accepted the fragile boy as Havok crawled closer, embracing the Kyuban.
Once things went quiet, Havok slowly stopped crying, accepting his pain, Banto let him go. "You're hungry, right?" Banto asked, and Havok very quickly nodded. Banto brought out a vial of blood from his pocket, having to put a hand out to stop Havok from pouncing for it. Slowly moving away, Banto got the other thing out of his pocket, ready to use. Like feeding an animal, Banto began dripping the blood on the floor, to be lapped up. He moved back a little, waiting for Havok to go towards the source of food. Only, the moment he was close enough, and about to desperately rush towards the blood, Banto caught Havok, opening a strip of something and catching Havok by his neck with it. Whilst the little monster squealed in shock, Banto quickly tied the two ends together, until the collar was nice and tight around Havok's neck, a small leash attached to it. More than just leather, the collar had small spikes pointing inwards, and with a jerk of the leash, the spikes dug into Havok's skin, painfully taking control of Havok. Very confused, Havok just remained still, hoping not to bring himself more pain from the collar. Holding it tight, Banto smirked. "You've learnt one thing, but there's still something stuck in that head of yours, Havok." Banto said, getting Havok to stand, albeit rather wonky, and began leaving the room. "And we need to remove it." Banto muttered, literally walking the Kyuban down the halls, to the door down to the cells. They'd got there just in time for the last of Havok's energy to leave, and dropping the leash, Banto let Havok fall down into the dark room. He looked over to the cell, the two little prisoners inside. "Teach him a good lesson kids."
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Post by Hino Esu on Jan 11, 2016 21:28:11 GMT
Notes: NPC from Sky for short time. xx
Sky watched helplessly as Havok was tossed beside the cell, scooting over to reach out towards her friend, tears falling from her eyes for him. She never wanted this to happen, and she would take everything back if it meant he was safe again, and not in pain. "Havok? Anything I can do to help? Please, answer me... Let me know your okay..." Sky was terrified for him, knowing what Banto was like, how he manipulated the situation, how he hurt poor Havok because of them, the tears from Art weren't helping either, and she was stuck on what to do as she held her brother in her arms, muttering that it would all be okay, even as she flinched at the sound of approaching footsteps. -- Hino went straight towards the jail cell when he realised what had happened, he wasn't angry at Havok for what he did, by far the opposite, but he couldn't show that on the outside, even if he wanted nothing more then to help out. He was furious at Banto however, the man having finally gone too far, and how badly Hino wanted to teach the other a lesson of his own. But right now, he had something more important to do, as he gripped the bag of blood tighter, and made his way through the corridors. Walking into the cell area, Hino gave a tight smile to Lewo, knowing the poor kid was probably freaking out right now, not knowing what to think, or do for that matter. "Hey kid, hand me the key and get out of here, take a nap or read or get food or whatever, anyone asks what your doing, tell them I told you to do so." It was the least Hino could do, and its not like they could really question his orders, it was about time he made sure the newbies knew of that, even if to some, it was a good thing. Looking to the two kids in the cage, Hino gave both a small smile before looking to Havok, and leaning down to hand him the blood bag. "Here, thought you may be hungry, I suggest drinking where the two kids cant see." Not wasting time to check if he was, Hino opened the cage and brought both children into a comfort hug, muttering apologies for all that has happened. "If I had known before hand that Banto would have been there, I would have done all in my power to assure this didn't happen to your friend..." Take a breath, Hino handed both a muffin each from his pocket, and gave an apologetic smile. "I cannot do more for you now, you'll have to tough it out in here once more, but I'll make sure Banto is off duty to check on you both, and I'll be replacement. And I promise I'm going to help Havok here, okay?" Kissing the top of both their heads, Hino shut them in the cage once more, hating that he had to do so, but knowing now he could be of more help, before he leant down next to Havok again, placing a gentle hand upon his shoulder. "I need you to come with me, I wont force you, Banto has done enough of that, but I want to help, and I know exactly who can..." It was time Hino visited an old friend.
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Post by Havok Feron on Jan 11, 2016 21:54:23 GMT
Submission was an easy thing to create in one with a damaged mind. After the endless pain of the whipping, Havok had been in no state to refuse anything Banto asked of him. Loyalty, apologies, all of it. Havok hadn't been punished this bad, or this long before, or been this close to dying. The Kyuban was as vulnerable as ever, and terrified of everything. And through that pain, that made the corners of his vision go red, Havok had looked to the only one he could for comfort, his owner. Banto said it himself, that he cared for Havok, and the boy believed him. Havok was only more confused when his neck was caught in a sharp trap, the spiked collar digging into his throat and forcing the boy to stand. Banto brought Havok down to the cells, the last of Havok's energy bringing him to the door, only for his master to drop him the rest of the way. Without the ability to move anymore, Havok was left to stare into the dusty dark, picking up eventually on Sky's voice. All it did was bring the boy to tears again, he'd cried today more than he'd ever done before. "N....no, m..master w..will help Havok. Master... cares." Havok replied eventually, practically drooling onto the floor, in a state where he was about to fall unconscious. It was only the resilient nature of Kyuban's that kept Havok awake, their ability to remain conscious until death that made Havok even aware of the new person in the room, and the bag of red dropped near him. Picking up on it's scent, in a feral manner, Havok used his working arm to grasp at it. He didn't even take in Hino's words, his dry lips instead parting to bite straight into the blood bag. It was made to be easily consumed, the bag burst like skin would, and allowed Havok to drink quickly. By the time he was done, Hino had only just come back over to check on him.
Glancing his direction, Havok tried to pay attention through the torrent of emotions and thoughts in his head, unable to cope with anything straight away. But, it sounded like Hino wanted to help him, and eventually, after heaving for breath and in relief of finally being nourished, Havok lifted the leash of his collar up to Hino, expecting him to take it. "Havok is... grateful to master... Banto." The boy replied, having said that so often during torture the words were just stuck with him now. Hardly able to get up on his own, with one arm completely unusable, Havok waited to be tugged to his feet, or otherwise made to move so that despite his body's urge to remain put, he'd comply to Hino's orders and follow him.
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Post by Hino Esu on Jan 11, 2016 22:43:58 GMT
Hino just shook his head to Havok as the leash was handed over, before he reached over to unclasp it and remove the infernal contraption from around his neck. Banto was a sick bastard, and Hino hoped that he could make the poor Kyuban see that before the end of the day, Hino wouldn't let Banto get away with this anymore, he wouldn't let Havok be used for his own sick game, and Hino was sure a few others around the Saints agreed. "Banto is a terrible and bad man, he should be no master of yours..." Hell, Havok shouldn't even have a master, he was just like the others here, just with something more that makes him be seen as a monster. Standing, Hino held a hand down for Havok to take. "Today, here and now, you are equal to me, and everyone else, make your own choices, I want to share something with you." Hino waited for Havok to make his choice, before leading the Kyuban back outside, being careful not to rush him due to the injuries, his friend would help. Hino did give one quick glance back to the kids, give a smile, before calling to the first trusted Saint he saw to keep an eye on them, whispering to them to make sure they were comfortable and well cared for, Hino refused to take any chances right now. Leading Havok through the forest, a hidden route that Hino has only taken a handful of times wasn't as difficult as it seemed, even if the latter was injured, and they had to make sure to stay out of site. Hino knew this home wasn't easily found, and that's exactly why he could trust her to help Havok. Mary Lou, a sweet old lady, already eighty seven years old but not looking or acting a day over fifty. Hino met her during scouting the land one day, a chance meeting, but one he wouldn't change. She lived off the land, and was one of the toughest and scariest ladies he had ever met, living through the pandemic, Exitium's rule, all of it, the stories she tells of those times far too unimaginable, but something she told with such conviction you just had to believe it. Hino hoped she would be able to get through to Havok, heal him both physically and mentally from everything Banto has done, he trusted her enough to not shy away from his kind, and if he can do that, he trusted her enough with everything else. "Come on Havok, almost there!"
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Post by Havok Feron on Jan 17, 2016 20:32:01 GMT
Havok flinched back to Hino's approach, gasping for air when the spikes were pulled from his neck, and collar removed. Instinctively the boy pushed back and away from the prickling pain caused from removing the collar, rubbing the small cuts with a hand. It did feel... nice to have the collar removed, but Havok couldn't understand why. Banto had put it on him, Havok's master chose to put such a painful thing around Havok's neck, so he shouldn't have a choice in taking it off or not. But Hino took that choice for him, so Havok couldn't tell if he was afraid or grateful to Hino for taking charge. Havok put his arms down to hold himself up, though with one badly broken and the other weak, Havok simply collapsed back down, huffing for a breath and trying to contemplate what he'd been told. "Master... Banto is master." Havok replied, convincing himself of that. "He f....find me. Made me." Havok stated. Truth was, all the memories Havok still had were after Vadium changed him, turned him into a docile Kyuban. So Havok's 'first' memories were being the care of Banto, being taught by the Human. Havok couldn't even consider thinking against his master. Strength was beginning to come back now, drinking blood brought back a Kyuban's strength quickly, made them even more lethal. So soon enough, Havok managed to sit up, looking up to Hino, and his outstretched hand. "Equal... like everyone else." Havok muttered, finally glancing over to the cage, to his friends. Havok's gaze dropped again, "Not... everyone else." He mumbled, closing his eyes. Helping those who weren't equal got Havok into this mess, he'd betrayed his master for his two young friends. They were the only ones he'd betray his master for, go against what logic Havok used to follow. They thought he was equal, Sky had never demanded Havok to do something, or hurt him. He wanted to be their equal, and their friend, but... there was the fear. The fear forced into Havok's mind, the one sure-fire method of controlling a Kyuban. He was too afraid to believe himself equal to others. But, for the sake of doing as Hino asked, Havok lifted his good arm to be pulled to his feet.
Havok took steady steps, sore and stung all over from the whip scars and piercing on his body, but keeping up well with Hino despite that. He didn't know where they were heading, scents that Havok recognised were soon falling behind, which left Havok simply following Hino, worrying about the distance they made from the Temple. From Havok's master, who he hoped didn't take his anger out on anything else, or Havok, when the boy finally returned. "Almost there... w.. where is there?" Havok replied, breathing heavily as his wounds argued against moving.
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