Revelations {BSD/SKK}

16 : Pinnacle

Sixteen : Pinnacle

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Trigger Warnings for this chapter : Rape threat. Brief mention of previous underage / pedophilic rape. One instance of groping. All non graphic.

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"Why did you send Dazai to me, huh? What sick fucking game are you playing now, Mori? Do you think it'd end if I ripped your fucking throat out? Do you?"

There was no point beating around the bush. Outwardly Chuuya seemed calm but his voice was rising to a snarl, angry and hateful as he stared at the man who had caused so much pain for Dazai. Chuuya had teleported straight to the heart of Mori's hideout - his office, the secret one, oval shaped and buzzing with magic. The scraping, scratching kind of dirty magic Mori loved - Chuuya could feel it trying to rip him apart, but his own magic brushed it away easily.

And there the Warlock was sat, surrounded by stacks and shelves full of documents and books. Some of these books... a good few of them would be enough alone to get Mori incarcerated, by governments both magical and earthly. Chuuya recognised them, as he had many in his own library, but the difference between him and Mori was that the Warlock would likely use and revel in their contents.

Sick bastard.

There was a barrier stopping him from obliterating Mori. It was stupid - he should have prepared for it, had a spell at hand, but this was a barrier of Mori's own creation, filled to the brim with the kinds of wards that took years of study and perfection to make. They were artistry and beautiful and Chuuya didn't care, his own magic working and weaving furiously to tear them down, shatter them irreparably so he could rip Mori's twisted smile right off of his face.

He knew Mori could feel it, from the slight grimace pulling at the corner of the man's lips. Mori's magic pushed insistently against his own and Chuuya gasped audibly at the unexpected force - it was much, much stronger than he last remembered it.

It didn't matter. The barrier was slowly falling. Chuuya was winning this encounter, but he was tense, knowing one slip would be enough to put him on the back foot.

The magical community did not look kindly on people like Mori. They would try to arrest Chuuya too, if they knew what he'd done, that he was harbouring a deity - however minor. Power scared these people, especially when it was a power they couldn't obtain for themselves. They wanted to be the most powerful people in the world, and they weren't, and they hated it. Mori had used those powers in the worst possible way; turned himself into a monster doing it.

Mori grinned from across the room as Chuuya slipped up, magic weaving one way through the wards and then rapidly doubling back as he realised he'd approached them in the wrong order. These wards were finicky, not entirely too difficult to smash down at first glance, but designed to be misleading. Chuuya clenched his jaw, grit his teeth and tried again.

"It's lovely to see you too, Nakahara. You reek of love and filth, boy. Wards like this should be child's play for someone of your caliber. How you've fallen since allowing a human into your life. It's a pity."

Chuuya snarled at the insult, teeth bared and magical energy prickling in aggressive spikes as Arahabaki growled out it's rage, a low rumbling reverberating through the very foundations of the room. Books trembling on their shelves. Chuuya wanted so badly to reach out and crush Mori's neck, put a black hole in his head, but he couldn't.

He was so tantalisingly close, and Chuuya couldn't reach him.

He growled, and pushed more of his own energy into the barrier, seeking to overwhelm.