"You have taken this old mansion into a home, how intriguing that you mixed work and home in a non temperamental way,"
Bal walked behind Blake his hand behind his back with a shallow grin on his face. Callie walked beside him her sharp gaze on Blake his angels were ahead she sensed it moving left, her dark blue hues shone in the soft lighting. She observed Blake walking every move deliberated, waiting for something to go wrong while his mixed colored eyes stayed on his angel he didn't peer back at them, letting Bal's teasing words roll off his back. Bal moved closer to Blake, seeing him glance at him, it was quick; he almost didn't catch it, but the subtle glint from his blue eye caught him. Bal smiled leans a little closer to Blake,
"You seem to be in a stick mud as of late, talking to the twins like they're children, chastising them before taking a part of their souls, it's admirable, really, but I wouldn't have saved them, they needed to face their actions on their own."
They turned around the corner. Bal was walking with his cane by his hip, Bal kept his signature grin as he continued to speak with Blake,
"And then your oath with Lugh…" Bal laughed under his breath his large grin somehow grew larger on his sharp face,
"You got him to agree with your oath even after he fought, even after he told you what would happen if you broke it, i found that intriguing to hear you took the risk. And find it more thrilling what you will do with ours,"
Blake felt Bal's gaze on him trying to look past his indifference, Blake gave him a slight glance his lips a thin line, his hands to his side feely only for one to have a slight clenched fist,
"They took it because they were out of options,"
"You're saying they wouldn't have a gang war with you? To keep their territory away from you Blake?"
Bal tilted his head towards him. The faint shine came from his hair Formoir. Blake glared at him his mouth twitched as he tried to hold back his disgust, he turned his gaze to his wandering shadow, maneuvering to the last hallway his misting form brushing over Blake's wrist.
"They had a choice take that oath or have nothing."
Blake turned to him slightly his voice abrasive but his gaze glowed; he stared down at Bal, his tone viscous. A warning how tasteful for him, the dark one, Bal smriked as he felt a vehement chill go down his spine,
"You did threaten that before at the meeting, the Baratie was a fine place until she appeared,"
Bal watched his reaction hoping to see a sign of irritation, a form of weakness maybe, but nothing came from it other than a stiff short remark,
"I did and you still find it to be nothing but an empty threat, don't doubt my intentions unless you want to be reminiscing of the late Morrigan,"
Caille stared at the her eyes widen, staring at Blake, she had the arrogance of the other dons talking with Bal, threatening to ruin him, but threatening to realize what happened to Mórrígan with him, the audacity of this guy was astonishing. If it were anyone else, they would have been his stringed victim by now. Caille peered towards Bal, whose eyes widened just slightly, his grin gone in a moment when it came back bigger than before, his eyes held a blaze in them she hadn't seen before. Bal bellowed it, bouncing off the walls his body shook from the laughter, while he leaned into Blake, his hair moving, showing the slight glimpse of Formoir in the brown locks, observing Blake gaugeing him, would he be the one he should be worried for instead of Peter? Formoir moved back in the hair when Bal stood back up holding his chest with one hand,
"That was briliant come back, I never thought someone would threaten me like that, of course, I've had the same say i will kill you, or I will have my men handle it but not being threatened by the death of another Don like this, how amusing."
Bal chimmed darkly, grinning ear to ear. He leaned on his staff as he walks beside Blake while the shadow pointed them where Blakes office laid, Bal picked his cane placing it into Blake path, Blake walked into the cane he didnt trip as Bal expected, the cane burn from Blake's touch granting into ash, Blake walked through his cane the bottom of it now ash at there feet with faint hints of black shadow on Blakes leg, Blake peered down at Bal, his blue and green hues held a dark sheen striding past him his head tilted towards Peter, Bal glanced at his cane then Callie who stopped behind him staring at the cane, Bal twirled his can examining the burned away bottom,
"No wonder you burned her alive, must be your angel giving you that set of power," Bal exclaimed
Blake kept his gaze on Peter, opening the door to his office, the shadow crawled over the ceiling, shifting towards Blake's desk, and a thin sheet of paper was placed on it. glowing faintly from them as they entered the room. Blake peered at them his hair moving from the force of Peter rushing above him,
"We have a deal to finish, I won't take any more of your hindrances."
His voice jarring in comparison to when he appeared at his door, he was still. Strict cold even, but this was dominant. Undeterred from his plan. Blake turned away from him, walking through his office, reaching for his chair Peter wanted to please Blake moved his chair to him, his shadow curls around the chair,
"Here, master," Peter offered
Blake sat down with his gaze on the door, waiting for them to take the final step, to seal their oath. Binding them together. Blake saw Bal walked in his cane now in Cailles hand and another man walking beside him talking with him, Blake eyes narrowed on them he moved his hand motioning Peter to hand the chairs, Peter curled moving three chair form nowhere in front of his desk, he set them down moving back around to Blake, he touched the three of them, Peter's body touched them, feeling the strength coming from them and then Formoir, Peter shiver internally feeling that energy once more one that reminded Peter of his own. Peter chuckled horsely as he twirled around Blake,
"I see you have gotten stronger Formoir, and you gave it to your puppet, what a waste,"
Formoir huffed from Bals hair, taking a step away from the strains staring up at the curling shadow,
"No, it wasn't a waste, not the one you are thinking of, your choices, very wasteful,"
Peter curled around the desk, his curled shadows sharpened with his voice, crippling in scorn. As he sat on Blake's shoulders, making it curl around Blake's face,
"Waste no investing in my future, you wouldn't know how to think ahead if it wasn't for my guidance."
"That is what you said with Sandel, it didn't end as you had wanted her by your side like a dedicated wife, more of a bitter enemy with faint hope,"
Peter froze his edges, sharpening, shaking with rage, he moved his shadow form over Bals head, his curls close to Formoir. The sharp knife like shadow almost touches Formoir, who stared coyly at Peter, moving his legs ever so slightly, making a line of strings appear above him. Formoir went to speak, but Peter interrupts him,
"You don't get it, don't you? The pain. The ache of knowing she chose nothing of you. Never speak ill of her, not before me,"
"I see you still have a small heart for her, how dumb of you Peter, still letting that manipulate you. It's radiculose,"
Peter growled under his breath when he felt this pull, taking him back to Blake he was around Blake's shoulder, hissing out to Formoir,
"Not as ridiculous as you Formoir trying to control this situation even when you c…"
"Peter, that's enough."
Blake snapped, his voice cracked Peters and Formoir's argument. The harsh tone in his voice made the occupants in the room freeze from it, Bal smirked, glancing at the angels,
"How insightful, they seem to have a love parallel like yours, Blake how intriguing that it repeated,"
Blake peered at him his gaze having a sinister glow in them, he turned his head to Bal touching the oath, he moved it towards Bal it made a gold glow over Bal, Caille and Don, it showed the growing grin on Bal face, he moved taking the small print of paper lased with a familiar power, he read it over seeing that what they took the deal on is there, his territory now the son of shadows, with Bal watching over the terreroty he hands over he laid half his weath on it, with the infermathion only him and Lugh would have. That came in his favor more than he thought. Bal held back a wild grin from appearing only a lopsided smile lay on his face,
"I see it's all here Blake, nice to know you wouldn't spin this for us, catch us from behind…fuck me over?"
"No that's not my motive," Blake replied
"Then what is then," Don inquired
Blake peeks at Don taking in what kind of a threat he might be. Nothing that he is worried about. Blake looked back at Bal his tone paled. Bored.
"My motive is as yours, take what is mine. It's not like you haven't thought the same. Haven't tried to do the same, have you, Bal?"
"I don't think I thought that but similar enough, it's not like I haven't thought of screwing you over and taking every soul you're tied to…more than once before,"
Bal anticipated Blake's reaction, he would be scornful, bitter even, he would take the oath, signing it first before him just to tangle himself with Bal even deeper, Foroir peered down at Blake, waiting to see the same his little feet tapping on Bal's head, forewarning him. Tiny strings moved around the room from Bals hair it shined from the light of the candles on the walls, Blake subconsciously stared at him, examining him. Tearing Bal apart internally from his own mind.
"That is something, isn't it?" Blake spoke harshly he took the page, he glanced at it memorizing the semblance of the oath. The last piece. Blake tore his gaze from the page to Bal,
"I guess you have to take that risk, you wouldn't want to not sign it not with me."
Blake expressed jarring. Even tempting. Blake leaned back, his gaze flashed, and the blue and green worked in tandem. He moved the oath towards Bal, his hand having light swirls of shadows on it. Bal stared at Blake Peter went around the room, making it move on it's own accord. Then a red glow came from Blake, his arms, chest, neck, and back glowed. Bal felt Formoir moved from his hair to his shoulder strings following in him, he stopped looking over Blake, he moved his string wrapping it around Bals wrist to take the oath, Bal peered down at him they stared into each other having the same understanding, they cant fight him not here and not without someone to take the brunt of his ire, Bal grins at Blake letting Formoir guild him, he took it glowy signing the oath,
"I will give you this, you're right. I can't afford to move against you, just yet," Bal acknowledged, finishing the last syllable on the line. The oath glowed around him, Don and Caille, witnessed it for a gold for a slim second, but then a deep blue that appeared on his signature. Bal put the pen down, his gaze not moving from Blake. He moved it towards him a grin that wasn't his usual mocking one grew on his sharp face. Malicious.
"It's yours, son of Dagda, son of Rhina,"
Blake's eyes slits, he fists his hand, taking the pen, the glyphs on his hand glowed so bright it could blind them, Blake was about to sign his signature, but Peter leaned to him, his voice close to his ear,
"Master, you certain with them this insect?" He whispered
Blake signed the paper, his gaze strictly on Bal and his capos. The glow from the paper matched his glyphs as he took the paper meant for him.
"I'm sure, Peter, they won't try anything now,"