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Angels and Devils [Active]

Character(s): Larxene and Flonne
Content: Larxene's been looking forward to this particular experiment.
Setting: xxxx
Time: xxxx
Warnings: Larxene has Flonne at her mercy.

Larxene was sharpening her knives. Even if she couldn't use them, what good would it do to threaten someone without a properly sharpened blade? Certain people--certain demons and fallen angels--needed special treatment. And Larxene was more than willing to go all out when the mood required it.

The table stood before her, empty for now, though it had held one other captive. But this was special, and so she had made sure everything was just perfect, from the straps that would hold the angel down to the glittering vials all around the room. Larxene was focused, intently so, and she was not about to be pulled away from this for anything less than a serious emergency.

And then Larxene sent the Dusks to retrieve Flonne.

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Things were not going well for Flonne. She'd been in the street one minute and the next she was in a cell, staring at the bars on the door, Laharl's name still dying on her lips. She'd heard the stories about this place...this was bad, this was really really bad...

And that was before the strange white creatures dragged her, kicking and screaming until one clamped a hand (flipper? Arm? Something?) over her mouth, into a room where a table and the last person she ever wanted to see were waiting. She tried to struggle, but the white things were stronger and much more numerous than her, and soon she was strapped securely to the table, trying hard not to show her fear.

The white things were nothing. Now she had to face Larxene.

Larxene watched without hiding her amusement as Flonne was strapped to the table, although she remained silent. Arms folded, a smirk playing on her face, she just watched. And there was a moment where Larxene didn't do anything at all.

She wanted to savor this moment, to see this particular vassal helpless before her. Moments like this almost made her feel, and she was all but shivering at just the thought of what was going to transpire in this room.

Everything else just paled in comparison.

"Hello, Flonne."

Flonne's eyes snapped to Larxene, and she glared as best she could through abject fear. She wasn't going to give Larxene anything, not after everything Larxene had done to her and Laharl. She knew Laharl had escaped from this place somehow - maybe she could do it too once she got out of this room. For now, however, all she could do was stay where she was and give Larxene her worst (fear-tainted) glare.

Larxene was all but purring with pleasure, watching the angel's pathetic attempt at defiance and smiling at it as she would a kitten attempting to hunt a toy mouse.

And then, with one swift, fluid motion, she had summoned and slammed a kunai into the table Flonne was strapped to, planting it inches away from the girl's neck. All the while, her expression, her smile, never left her face.

"Shall we play, Flonne?"

Larxene passed through the angel and drank in her memories.

The kunai may not have hurt Flonne, but it had certainly shattered any illusion of calmness she might have had. She gasped, nearly choking on her own shock, and began to shake. She hadn't wanted to show any weakness in front of Larxene, but that plan certainly hadn't worked out.

And then the woman walked through her, and suddenly everything she'd felt or seen or heard or done was at the surface, swirling in an overhwelming mess. What stood out above the cloud of memories that threatened to engulf her was Laharl. Something had been wrong, really wrong with him, and she hadn't been able to help...

She swallowed hard and shook her head, still terribly shaken but trying her best to pull herself together. She couldn't let Larxene do anything - she couldn't! She had to make it back to Laharl!

Larxene paused to consider Flonne's most recent memory. So that was what Luxord had been talking about. She tilted her head at the angel.

"My, not doing a very good job at protecting Laharl, are you?" she said. "Not that I expected you to be, but didn't you say you would do better? Or don't you think that was a promise worth keeping?"

She pulled the kunai out of the table as she spoke, and twirled it in her hands.

The words hurt, and badly - Flonne couldn't deny that. Still, she couldn't just let Larxene roll over her like that. It wasn't like she wasn't trying to keep her promise!

"You- I'm doing everything I can!" Flonne argued, pulling against her restraints. She had to get out. She couldn't stay here. She had to find Laharl.

"I-I'm trying! I really am! So- so let me out! Let me out of here!"

"Oh, well since you asked, of course I'll let you out!" Larxene chirped, and then slammed another kunai into the table, this one just below Flonne's right hand. "Oh, wait, I can't do that. Sorry."

And with that, she addressed that feeble little excuse. "You're not trying hard enough," Larxene said, "if you're here and Laharl is elsewhere, are you?"

She wondered what the demon boy was up to. Off chasing whatever he saw? He certainly didn't seem to have been paying Flonne any mind, if her memories were any judge.

They couldn't have given Flonne to her at a better time.

Flonne blinked in surprise, her protest cut short. Was she really-

She gasped and gave a short cry as the kunai thunked into the table much too close for comfort. No, no she wasn't letting her go. It had been too good to be true. Of course.

She stopped as Larxene's words sunk in. Maybe...was she right? Flonne had been trying her hardest to reach Laharl, and he'd just ignored her...was her best not good enough?

She shook her head roughly. No. No, Larxene couldn't be right. She just couldn't! "I'll- I'll help him!" She gave Larxene her best glare, trying her hardest to mask her uncertainty and not exactly succeeding. "You'll see! I'll get out of here, a-and I'll find him, and I'll keep him safe from you!" She was leaning as far forward as she could, head and back off the table, all but yelling by now. "I'll help him! You'll see!"

"Oh, you will?" Larxene purred, circling the table now as she spoke. "You will. In the future sometime. Maybe. But not yet, and you certainly haven't before. My, my, that's a stupid claim. That you never have before but you will now?"

She stopped behind Flonne, out of the angel's sight, and giggled. "Really, Flonne, are you expecting a miracle that will allow you to save your precious overlord this time?"

Flonne reeled back as though Larxene had physically struck her. She'd helped Laharl before! She had! She'd help him this time too...

Except something was beginning to gnaw at that desperate affirmation. What had she done for Laharl, really? She'd patched him up after things happened, sure, but had she ever really protected him?

It wasn't a question she wanted to answer, namely because she wasn't sure the answer would be "yes."

"...I will," she finally replied, though the words didn't have near the confidence or volume they'd carried moments ago. "I'll...I'll help Laharl-san. I will."

"There you go again," Larxene giggled. "Don't you hear yourself? You will, you will, you will. Not 'I have', not 'I am'--and of course you're not, you're here--'I will'. Will you, Flonne?"

An idle flick of her wrist buried another kunai in the table below the angel's bound legs.

"What will you do, then? Go on, you can tell me. I'll keep it extra secret just for you."

Flonne cringed at the words. She barely noticed the kunai - Larxene's words had done more damage than her weaponry ever would. She'd been right - all Flonne had was the blind desire to help. She had no idea how she'd do it, or even how she'd get out of the predicament she was in now.

All she could do was squeeze her eyes shut and hang her head. No answer would be forthcoming.

Much better. Larxene liked Flonne like this, aware of how worthless she really was at her attempts to aid her dear Laharl. She smiled sweetly, patting Flonne on the head with the cruelest sort of gentleness.

"Now, now, the first step is admitting you have a problem, right? After that it's just fixing the issue. And, of course, you're the issue. You're more of a liability than anything. A weak spot."

She didn't pace now, hardly moved, just smiled down on Flonne and spoke in sweet, level, logical tones.

Flonne shrank away from Larxene's touch. She couldn't really get away, couldn't get out, couldn't do anything, and she knew it.

Flonne shook her head at the words, almost automatically. No. She was a healer. She was...she was...

She was doing the same job any cleric vassal could do, except she came with twice the hassle.

No. No. She wasn't useless. She wasn't...

"Stop it," she said quietly, unable to even look at Larxene.

"Or what?" Larxene asked, and there was no malice in her tone, only simple curiosity. "You'll scream and cry? You'll make promises you can't keep? My dear, you're out of your league."

She circled the captured girl again, letting her body crackle with electricity and shoot up brilliant blue arcs of lightning as she did. Without hardly a thought, without so much as breaking a sweat, here was Larxene with her power. And there was Flonne, strapped to the table.

"Or perhaps you plan on getting free? Oh, I'm sure you do. You will, right? Sometime. Or maybe Laharl will have to rescue you.

"And waltz right into my awaiting arms. All for you! Isn't he a little hero."

Flonne remained silent during most of Larxene's speech. She couldn't say anything - everything sounded empty to her. Larxene had been right. "I will" didn't mean anything if she couldn't fulfill it, and right now there was just no way.

At the final few words, however, Flonne jumped as though Larxene had sent some of that electricity straight through her. "No!" She looked to her captor, eyes wide and desperate. "No! You can't- you w- you- stay away from him! Stay away from Laharl-san!"

"I don't have to go near him, he'll come here," Larxene said. "That's the beauty of it! You're the bait. And there's nothing you can do about it."

To emphasize the point, she dragged one of the embedded kunai around Flonne's head, making the metal table screech in protest, although Larxene ignored it in favor of locking her gaze on Flonne's. From one ear to another, Larxene drew an arc above the fallen angel's head.

"Right into my arms," she repeated. "Because he loves you. My, how dangerous love is."

Flonne winced, both at Larxene's words and at the screaming metal. "No!" She was right. Laharl cared about her. "No!" He would come. "No!" And he'd fall right into Larxene's trap.

Because he did love her. Everything she believed in, everything she fought for, everything...it was only going to hurt the person she loved.

She couldn't stop the tears. "P-please," was all she could manage between shaky sobs. "Please, please no."

"Yes," Larxene purred, smiling because she knew the message had finally broken through the girl's skull.

And then, with a snap of her fingers, she summoned the nobodies that would take her back. They did the job of unstrapping her and hoisting her off the table. Larxene's eyes didn't leave Flonne's.

"Think about that for a while, hmm? Just how dangerous opening a demon's heart can be to him."

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