You:<br/><br/>The problem appeared to be that Kane didn't know what he wanted other than he was withering with agony from the emotions and energy rampaging through him. He felt like he was being torn apart and he could do nothing to stop it. Drake took a risk, he parted from the safety of Jas's side as he moved closer, hand outstretched as if he was approaching a scared horse. "Hey... Kane... please let us help you." he said softly, there was no missing that Drake meant Jas and him, together. But that was a cute thing to note for another time because it appeared in his fury the previously level headed demon could no longer contain his need to lash out. "NO!" he flicked out his hand, the energy whipping forward with it, it was possibly not even intended to be as aggressive as it was but the flick in the power around him cause Drake to go flying through the air ending up against a far wall with a very audible impact and crunch of skull.<br/><br/>Kane didn't appear to be done that and had just been ready to address Jas when... Eden appeared putting himself between Kane and anyone else in the room. The prince of Hell was not uneffected by all the energy either but he reached through and put his hands on Kane's chest. "Hey... Kane baby do come back to me... I need you so badly and there is no need for all this. You want to hurt more people." he Prince spoke calmly almost teasingly as the orange eyed man tried to get himself together to even properly address him. "I know you get all wired up. It gets me all hot and bothered too..." Eden said and that's when Jas could notice the almost soothing energy that Eden was sending out over the flames, like a dark shadow that seemed to tame and tamper them down from the inferno. The prince himself was not one to be trifled with despite his small size. Then again in the demon world he could change shapes and just preferred the cute persona over his more dangerous appearance.<br/><br/>Me:<br/><br/>Jasaiah blinked and started, but didn't stop Drake from approaching Kane. They were friends, after all. Even so, Kane was grieving, and grief could make one do terribly stupid things. Like sending their friend across the room to crash into a wall. Jas growled, his eyes glowing. He was about to attack Kane when Eden appeared. And it was good he did because otherwise Kane and Jas would have had a vicious fight. Instead he grunted and looked worriedly at Drake. He didn't trust Kane not to lash out at him as soon as he moved.<br/><br/>Jasaiah inclined his head at Eden, who hadn't seen him at his full power. He cleared his throat quietly. "Tell your father he can collect his debt whenever he likes." Keeping an eye on Kane, he walked slowly over to Drake, leaving Eden to take Kane out of his fucking house. Leaning down, he hesitated. He was prepared to deal with an alternative personality unless Kane hadn't managed to knock him out. Even so, there was a possibility. Dammit. But he didn't know what he was going to be faced with, though he was prepared to feed him since, well, he'd drained him so much earlier.<br/><br/>You:<br/><br/>It didn't take much more for Kane to swayed by Eden who was acting like a snake charmer. In a way it was a dangerous thing to think that the next ruler of Hell might have such a powerful weapon in his arsenal as Kane turned to putty in his hands. To think in the future Kane could only get stronger and that he might be able to devour armies and be cursed not to die? Who ever had set up the terms of his curse might have made a terrible error in their sentence. "Come now...and I will be sure to let father know." he purred again and with those words the two demons vanished in flames.<br/><br/>Drake was out cold once more, it seemed that he was having a bad run staying himself and aware. His eyes twitched as he recovering, it would take much more to kill a vampire. His eyes twitched before they opened again and he winced from the pain of the already rapidly healing wound. His eyes were wide and blown out in what looked to be fear. It was strange to feel like he looked every younger than Jas had seen him as he shrunk back against the wall like it was his safety. He was breathing hard as he shivered trying to move away from Jas without visibly moving.<br/><br/>Me:<br/><br/>Jasaiah was glad they were gone. Demons were such a pain. Complicated, complex, and way too powerful. And Drake wasn't a demon. He was a modified human that had been turned in a vampire, and he was his whole world. So he was deeply concerned for his well being. Jas knelt down to pull him up, then tensed when Drake woke up. He offered a smile, but it dropped at the sudden stark fear in those eyes. He waited patiently, thinking perhaps it was the teenager, but the look in his eyes spoke of younger yet.<br/><br/>Especially when he cowered back away from him. He pressed his lips together and sighed, his ears going back. Gods help him but he didn't have the patience to deal with yet another personality. This would make three, now, or rather, four total. So far. It didn't seem to end with the amount of personalities Drake could conjure up. But he didn't think Drake was faking it considering he had just been thrown into a wall.<br/><br/>In that moment Jas made himself look younger, less threatening. He brought himself down to Drake's level. "I am not going to hurt you," he said softly.<br/><br/>You:<br/><br/>The young, one could only describe him as boy, was breathing hard still his eyes as wide as saucers but he made no sound. Jas would have to be blind or totally immune to the amount of downright fear that was coming off of him as his eyes took in the man who seemed to shrink down to be less scary but trust would not come easy. A whimper escaped his throat as Jas reached forward but he stilled seeming to accept whatever fate was to come next Drake shut his eyes.<br/><br/>It was unnerving to see the put together man in this state and he hadn't even uttered a word as long suppressed and hidden away emotions ran rampant across his face and in his mind. One thing was certain Drake had come a long way, but there would be no healing his mind until the fragments of him were accepted and experienced something that he had long feared doing.<br/><br/>Me:<br/><br/>Jasaiah hated the fear he saw in Drake's eyes. The poor guy was absolutely petrified. He knelt down on his knees and merely checked the back of Drake's skull. He examined the wound and saw that it had mostly healed. "You're okay," he uttered, using contractions to help his fear. "I'm a friend. My name is Jas. What's yours?" He was almost desperate to know his real name. Though he had no qualms calling him Drake. He just wanted to help Drake come to grips with his fragments. He wished he could offer this terrified youth something beyond blood but at moment trying to keep him calm was the ideal situation.<br/><br/>An idea came to his mind and he gave Drake a gentle smile. "Want to see a cool trick?" he asked gently. Suddenly time seemed to slow to a crawl, freezing them in this moment. A blink lasted forever and the next thing the youth would see was a coyote sized fox, with all nine tails and the huge fluffy ears. He hunkered down and scotched closer, his ears back though he was making cute murring sounds. If he was able he would bump the palm of Drake's hand, letting him feel the soft fur there and let him know he wasn't a threat.<br/><br/>You:<br/><br/>He still had his eyes closed when Jasaiah reached out to check his wound and he flinched from the touch but made no noise or sound. At least when the man introduced himself and spoke he opened his eyes, watching his cautiously still the fear never far below the surface. He didn't say a word though remaining perfectly silent and not speaking. His eyes went even wider, if that was possible, when he saw the man shrink down into a fox, he tried to back up away further taking it more as a sign of danger than affection before he was bumped and nuzzled.<br/><br/>It took a few tries but he finally reached out to touch the fox on his own, stroking the soft fur and large ears if only just for a moment forgetting his worries and being distracted by the novelty and the softness of the creature he produced a small smile and a gasp. But the gasp sounded loud in the silent room and the sound coming from his own mouth straddled him and had the boy putting both hands over his mouth to silence himself. It seemed even the smallest of noises were going to a challenge to extract since he appeared to be doing everything he could be remained unseen and unnoticed by who ever he thought to be behind the doors be kept glancing at nervously.