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"Have a good night, demon spawn."

The taunting words that rolled off of  from Dante's tongue in that provoking tone visibly agitated Tatiana. She stared at him hard as he walked with Anastasia, her eyes emboldened with anger and disgust. The chaos in her eyes made her unaware that Lorenzo had taken a step closer to her; thick brows furrowing as he crossed his slender arms across his chest. It was a wild thing, truly. Tatiana felt trapped in a world where those two existed. She felt caged like a bird which flings and bruises it's body against metal bars. No amount of suffering on their part would truly satisfy her, but torturing them for the time being would have to suffice.

"You know, guilting me is one thing, but constantly putting my brother through these tests and trails in which he loses the one person that has ever made him feel any pinprick of emotion is suppressed with abominable cruelty. How long do we have to love this nightmare before you realize that we have nothing to do with the pain that our family embedded in you?" Lorenzo smashed the heel of his boot against the terrazzo flooring. Tatiana's rage was like an unexpected fire as she turned to acknowledge that Lorenzo had spoken to her. His words only added to the flames rather than aide in putting them out. "Your family was a stain on my life, Lorenzo. Their blood runs through you and you both are no different that those traitors. Your brother is evil and he deserves every ounce of agony and affliction that he is burdened with."

"But who made him that way, Hadiza?!" Lorenzo snapped, glancing around as he soon lowered his voice upon revealing her true identity. "You did this to him. You stripped away everything that he cared about, everything that we cared about. If anyone here is truly evil, it would have to be you."

Every word that Lorenzo spoke sent her plunging into the depths of insanity as her hues glanced away to witness Dante and Anastasia vanishing near the kitchen. "You haven't seen evil yet nor what I can do to dismantle the life you dream of having." Tatiana's words spat out like venom, her fingers curling as her chant would inflict a high pitched sound frequency that would only target supernatural beings in close range. Watching as Lorenzo held his head with both hands, she took delight in the blood that trickled out from his ear canals and down his earlobes. What she had in store for him was underhanded, perhaps even distasteful for someone like her.
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A soft sigh emerged from Anastasia's lips as she finally released her grip on Dante's wrist. She was so used to his cocky antics that she could almost memorize when his arrogant charm would surface to fluster her. Before she could open her mouth to respond to his mediocre act of being shocked that she could only see the negative traits in him, she felt his hands cup her cheeks, slowly turning her face to glance up at him.

Granted she didn't want to look him directly in the eyes, she had no choice. His gaze lured her in and the tingle of his touch against her cheek didn't help the feelings stirring within her whatsoever.

"I'm not as bad as you think I am."

For a brief moment, she believed him when he said that. It was hard to not let her guard down and try to understand him when he gave her soft glances like this. It was so easy to get lost in him when they were alone. Seeing a more gentle side of him only came in that moment. She couldn't admit that she was slightly enamored by it -- at least not to him. Then there was the side of him that was a certified numbskull to her friends; as seen tonight, specifically with Tatiana and she couldn't understand why. Everything was chaotic when the two of them were in the same room together. Had she not known any better, she'd swear that they'd murder one another if given a chance.

Quickly pushing his hands away from her face, Anastasia took a step back to distance herself from him. She scoffed, shifting her sepia optics to the opposite direction of his stare. "That's where you're wrong. I don't think you're bad, Dante. I know you're bad. Whenever you're around, there's always havoc and disruption because you lack empathy. I'm asking you to not ruin this night for me. I worked so hard to get this party in order and you're already so critical of it by calling it boring. I can't -"

"You two don't mind if I interrupt, do you?" A familiar voice spoke out cutting in before Ana could finish talking to Dante. The music was blarring around them and the voice was a bit faint compared to the crowd conversating around them. Glancing off to the side, Anastasia was relieved to see that it was only Dante's brother and not one of the beligerant drunks that was moseying around the dance floor. However, there was something  out of the ordinary about him. His eyes were completely bloodshot as he made his way to stand closer to Anastasia and his brother. He stared at her, but past her in a sense. Almost if he had been in a daze. She gazed over to Dante before returning her attention to her friend to make sure that he was okay.

"Ren, are you having an allergic reaction to those contacts? Your eyes are really red right now." Anastasia quirked a brow as she waved her hand in front of his face. Grabbing ahold of her hand, Lorenzo began to squeeze it with with an unyielding force. She head a snap, light - but more of a crack shortly after. A gut-wrenching pain filled her as she released a sharp yelp trying to pull her hand away.

"Lorenzo, let go of me. You're hurting me!" Ana whined. Willowy legs took a step closer towards Dante as she tried to twist her wrist out from his brother's grasp. The feeling in her hand weakened after the second snap, prompting Lorenzo to sling her into the kitchen area.

THUUUUUD.

Anastasia's head smacked against oakwood cabinet as she went flying across the kitchen counter. Her injured hand hung low against her side, her other hand reached up to rub the back of her head whilst she picked herself up to move away from immediate danger.