Creeper in the Twilight[c][Lilith]

Suddenly something came up close behind him wrapping... its arms? weapons? It didn't really mattered what, the movement threw him into sudden defense. He practically spit out what was left of the lemonade from the pure shock. Before he could react in a defensive maneuver, the creature thing, let its presence be known. Instant fear swarmed through his body, the sheer fear forcing the crystal glass to slip from his fingers shattering against the tiled kitchen floor. Some of the glass with its sharp edges cut into his skin, but it'll heal as quickly as the cut was made.

None of that really mattered now, oh no... It was the actual presence that now whispered ever softly closely into his ear... The tone he swore held a slight teasing, the sort that would make a guy want to play along, a tone that made his body shiver in both anticipation and fear against his own will. He knew full well how dangerous this feminine voice was, how the owner could utterly attack and destroy him any moment. This, this however was just wrong!

  Angered at her little intrusion, into what was once a happy place for the both of them... Both him and Emilio, that is... Not that which slithers into the night, disappearing for many years, only coming back to brand him. Only to come back to his one major sacred grown ending up spying on him, right after his little failure meeting with Emilio. It really was all just a carousel of frustration circling back around and around. It was truly her fault he was in this mess to begin with, maybe everything went smoothly if he wasn't so angry at her for giving Mikhail to that... That... New Pawn!

Staying in the exact position, her arms stills wrapped up all around him, he didn't bother moving... Why should he? He knew how intoxicating the snake was, how dangerous it could be for his willpower to collapse. He began to speak to the Mistress with a tone that sounded like a mix between a hissing snake and a snarl of a wounded wolfhound. "What  gave you the right to walk in here? After all these years?"

The snake's body suddenly tensed before releasing its deathly grip, almost as if had used its final last strength before dying. The very moment itself was slightly unsettling, though it grew worst as the shadows that lurked grew darker and darker focusing its complete attention on the snake dying.

Nagi had taken the snake's moment of weakness to turn and face the snake, just to see the snake staring constantly at the ground as if it as dead as a stone. The snake in slow agitated movement began moving its arms protectively hugging itself, that last twist before the final unraveling. The longer the snake stayed like this the more Nagi felt unsettled in his stomach.

She deserved it, disappearing as long as she had, he had attempted to lie to himself. But just watching the snake die, pulled at something he was not aware he even had. He wanted to reach out, do something, ask something. The world only grew colder, darker, crueler.... Softly she began to speak, almost half awake... Almost like a dying breath.

With everything that had been going on all these past days. Between losing Mikhail, the boy facing himself, that damned gloved hand, and at most losing his own place in the world. Nagi did not quite understand it but he greatly sympathized with the very thing he blamed everything on, like it too was losing its place. Just fading away right there, all constant control and strength gone. Had they both grown too old? What was that made her stay away for so long? Why suddenly come back now?

The mixture feelings and confusion of everything, made him take an action that was out of the norm, that should have ended his life right there and then. He reached out giving out everything he had in a simpleton hug, his mouth whispering the words ever so softly without any tease or mockery. "At least you're here now".

She wasn't here for that? Of course' she had admitted before on just being here to check up on him. Though that could have been a ploy on itself, as well as their... Little moment... Just it still stood... Why? Why? Was the reason, he didn't want Emilio to meet her. He knew the reason deep down, because the boy was his not hers, but everything that was his was hers. As it were the whole master/Slave relationship. She needed a reason, a good persuasive one, one that was only logical to their language. He had to persuade her that the boy was not worthy of her attention, at all. That the boy was merely a mistake on his part, and that the boy would just end up causing trouble. "Why, he is not worthy of your glorious time and attention. He is too reckless, too aggressive. He would just attract the wrong sorts of attention, possibly attention to whatever you are planning so dearly and carefully. Why, he had even became inability to fight with a keyblade, as expertise, as your other far better choices. Clearly, the boy is not worthy of your time and marvelous essence. Maybe just leave him be? Surely your selection is larger and grander than any other." He paused letting this sink he, he had even put on a slight show of hand... Why there was even a tone of mockery to hide the tone of care, love, and even passion for those he held so dearly. Just too bad, she had known his old self more than his petty amnesiac self knew. That and well, just too bad his every motive is always so readable, so clear.

Nagi release a slight growl at her easy comeback. Just how long has she been watching the boy? "Exactly for how long" his voiced sounded pressured like a worried strained father merely trying to protect that whichbwas his.

Now for that hand.... He never asked the boy sure there was summary of that other one, but no details were given, because no details were asked. "I rather not know or care how he had gained that pitiful hand. It does not concern me." Though it did, greatly concerned him. Kill? Of course, it was always kill. Maybe that was better? Just take the heart end the by, be finished. Sounded simple enough, wasn't like the boy really mattered. Plus this helped that pretty little light, help put it out for good away from all the shadows. "If that's what you desire, I'll kill him."

What he desired, he desired to create the best keyblader in history. Just not to become a slave to her, to create freedom from her. She was truly a chess master and there was but one use for a queen, checkmate. He didn't quite catch the loophole In her words, though it was a weak one. The boy merely needed to do was pass the keyblade then he could be killed. No what Nagi was focusing on was the slight guilt toward of his own desires, to get away from her. It was but his fault for losing the keyblade in the first place, this was but the punishment he deserved.

 She began inspecting her nails, like a snake who knew they had victory. She said her last words that made him turn to her sharply away from his own thoughts. Mark the boy? That was the last thing he ever wanted to do, almost an instant his eyes flared red. Why should he mark the boy? "Whatever do you mean" he asked knowing full well what she meant. His mess he cleans it up, oh and a dash of commando in the mix.

He attempted to get out of it to just maybe persuade her to change her min. "Whatever makes you believe he'll willingly accept such an offer from one as lowly as myself? Why don't you have that new little pet to do the work. he certainly enjoys taking my prey"