It was time to wake up. Hell, he'd been locked up and sleeping for nearly a week now. Or so he thought. His face was unshaven, hair in a dark, ragged mess, while black hues fluttered to observe the lit window nearby. The curtains fluttered, which proved to be a reminder that he'd left the window open this entire time. Eh, who cares. Naked body crawled from the blankets, shame left behind as he stretched, twisting his wirey form around and giving low groans of relief. A rhythm of crackling bones sounded from the five-foot-eleven stature, toes spreading and popping as well. On to the dresser to find some useless clothing to hide this current vessel. The kid must have been on the verge of overdosing, for when Mason took over the body, he'd almost gone blind trying to ignore the symptoms. The body sported track marks up both arms and dark circles beneath both eyes. One wrist was bandaged, for Mason got a little carried away while 'playing' with his necessary module. Black jeans were tugged on, as well as an unbuttoned leather vest. He'd deal with the rest later. No jewelry was worn upon this body, except for small stud earrings in both lobes. No facial piercings this time around; which was an odd pick for Masochism. As bare, pale feet carried the yawning sin to the door of that bedroom, that rested nose caught the scent of something... repulsively sweet odor. He'd once come across the scent a while back, but it was much sweeter this time around. Ugh. Fuck angels. Sure, Father was one, but angels were enemies in his eyes. Like the spoiled brat he was, he refused to play nice.

The led door was pulled open to reveal quite the disheveled sin of Pain, who stepped out just as Justice was heading down the corridor. He would block her path for the time being, letting his bedroom door fall shut with a wall shattering bang. Now, Mason would reak of both body odor, blood, aura, and just all-around pleasant evil. He'd been brewing in this same vessel for nearly a month now, not to mention the lack of bathing. Cold hues focused on the female, then to the pale one she seemed to be addressing. "Guh. Did I miss something here?" Spoken in a gruff, annoyed voice as a hand ground the bent palm to his left temple. "Damn, it stinks in here." Nose wrinkled, nostrils flared.

Besides the minor offense in ettiquete (which may have been humorous on another occassion, due to Justice's lack of understanding to the word), Benjamin was racked with another weight in just how severe the situation truly was. Up to that point the halfling had forced himself to grit through the fraction of what the Sins were willing to dish out, yet it was the chilling revalation that the fellow angels within the bloodsoaked halls were...essentially trapped until the end. To him that would be a fate worse than gruesome torture. In a way he felt it disrespectful to leave the still living bretheren there..."There's nothing at all we can do?" he said lowly, eyeing the boy demon once more with a little less distaste, but still no more friendly. He knew it was his duty still to carry on, and so he put away the personal affect and followed after Justice without further hesitance.

Benjamin eyed the crumbling expanse--the places touched and scourned by the pure essence of the anti-sin--with some sort of fascination. He'd seen the work of the magnificient against the tides of hellish destruction plenty of times before, but never against an evil such as this. Maybe he'd simply forgotten his time in the realm above mortality. Away with that thought as well, as he kept pace with the frightfully powered being, and once again Benjamin's thoughts were delving into the coincidences. He wondered perhaps that Justice had been on a mission of sorts. Even if it was the empire of sin, with the mansion as its palace, nobody ever seemed to care about it before. The war far too personal to break away from to investigate a doomed city. She had to have been there for something else...maybe he was missing something important.

As expected the pair were not going to be able to leave that dwelling without a few more approaches, it seemed. Benjamin couldn't possibly recognize the dank odor the awoken sin seemed to be marinating in but...he didn't quite want to find out. Masochism pointed out the obvious fact and seemed to mimic Benjamin's very thoughts--confusion to the situation and perhaps "what the hell is that stench?" That gave the boy no liscence to speak up, however, and after a calculated gaze towards the sin, he trained back towards Justice with some sort of idea as to what next might occur, never letting his own guard waver.

As soon as those violet hues hit his own, jagged teeth sealed together. His lips twitched, the anger causing him to twitch in the shoulders, the neck, and the fingers. He could clearly pinpoint the race of the two; the female reaked of broken angel, pureblood even. The man was given a look of indifference. Mason didn't seem to even regard the creature as a nuisance, or a threat. He was simply ignored. Harsh, yes, but Justice seemed more important than anything. She was destroying the mansion! What would Father say if he found out they'd let a fucking ANGEL come in and destroy their playpen? Still, the sin of Pain twitched. Not from pain as he would have liked, but from searing anger. His eyes seemed to grow even darker when he was told to move. Now, he'd been bossed around a lot being the baby of the family, but... when this waste of space spoke, he found no pleasure in being teased. He saw nothing funny about the way she spoke. Twitching, he refused the urge to step away, actually shuffling his feet to the side to resist himself. His eyes never left hers, not even to observe his son who stood a mere maybe seven feet away. Teeth were bared in quite the animalistic way, and after taking a sharp breath in, the sin released a snarl. It was mere grunts of anger from him for a moment, before he managed a crooked grin of amusement. "This is our house, bitch. You have no authority." And as he spoke, blood seemed to seep into the bandage around his right arm, trickling down his fingertips, puddling upon the floor of the crumbling mansion.

Justice's sense of humour seemed to peek at the strangest of moments, but then again, Benjamin had only met the woman under the most extreme of circumstances. He turned his focus back onto Mason, his expression dead as to not give any suggestion...or so it had been until his eyes widened, gaze snapped back towards Justice with the dawning realization. That...could they even cleanse such an evil, even for just a moment? For a moment he felt a sense of doubt, but was quick to recognize that doubt would yet another weakness to compensate. He had to prove his assets, didn't he? Justice couldn't very well do all the work herself.
Masochism seemed to pay Benjamin no regard, which the angelic being used to his advantage. Without another word the halfling slid past Justice with that furious inhuman speed, though not to one that couldn't be outmatched. He was careful enough to avoid the blood puddle forming, but it was precious seconds ticking away. Mason wasn't willing to move? Fine, Benjamin would have been more than happy to move him. One sharp elbow bone jabbed towards the demon's adam's apple of the host, the other hand striking blunt force across the abdomen to more push the sin back than cause any real damange. "I'm really sick of all this horseshit!" he growled, for once really losing his cool. "We're not going to play by any rules, especially not--"
Benjamin would have been thrilled to continue, but suddenly he fell away, collapsing back towards the ground as agony crippled his form. He writhed and squirmed as the seal of Lies ignited under the approaching sin's presence. Benjamin had foolishly left himself exposed by leaving Justice's side for a mere moment. "S-son of a bitch" he ground out through clenched teeth while he struggled to pick himself up, all the while looking on for the better solution as he and the other angel were boxed in.

So, the halfling wasn't completely useless afterall? The sin only caught a small glance of the hybrid's movement, still making no move to escape. He was immortal, completely indestructible; what the fuck could this piece of shit do to harm him? It was then that the elbow connected with his throat; the blunt blow to his stomach causing an inescapable groan of pain to release itself in a series of coughs and gags. As soon as the creature hit the ground, Mason held no restraint before sending a bare foot to slam right into the angel's ribs, while his own arms wrapped around his abdomen. His throat felt..., well. It felt fine. He was actually enjoying the faint flood of blood that was pushing its way up his throat. The liquid poured its way from the sin's lips, dripping to join the puddle on the ground. Almost like tar, the blood that had grown dormant in the vessel's body dripped slowly down Mason's chin, some staining his chest where the leather vest exposed pale skin. Still occasionally twitching, he focused his eyes upon Lies, before then looking to Justice who's words caused a hiss. No matter the fact they were sins, he still felt the urge to punch her right in the fucking face for even talking to his 'wife' in such an acceptable tone.

His wounded arm continued to bleed, the red slowly turning to a black tar like that which poured from his lips. "[B]Justice.[/b]" A wicked grin covered his stained lips as he tilted his head back a bit, eyes flooding with the color black; no white to be seen. Mason was quite pissed off. And yes. He'd figured out who she was a while back. Mostly from those violet eyes of her; the anti-sin who gave up everything to fight for 'God'. He wanted to laugh at her, really. He wanted to fall over and clutch his broken ribs and cry in laughter. "You're the one who's pathetic." He chuckled, shaking his head. "You gave up everything you were just to fight for someone who uses you as a pawn. You're not his children; you're his slaves." He grinned. "Call us what you like, but at least we have a purpose, you worthless piece of flesh." A long red tongue curled out of his mouth to emphasize the word 'flesh' as it's spoken, blood slowly starting to seep from his eyes; ears; nose; dribbling down the sin's body.

Mason took a step towards the woman, his sly, snakelike hiss still passing through jagged teeth. "What makes you think you're better than us? Huh? Because you're boss tells you that? Why do you fight us, when you know we'll never stop?" His tone carried pure curiosity now, a trail of blood marking his path.

Sure enough Benjamin resumed occupation as a foot rest. He'd just barely begun to lean himself up once the vibrant pain of the seal began to dim down to little more than a tingle, but before he could, Masochism slammed him back down with a foot. It didn't quite hurt as bad as the other dealings he'd sustained, but it was enough to knock the wind out of him and had the boy gasping and choking for breath. Something of his own may have very well cracked if Masochism chose to be forceful enough. He took in a sharp lungful, grimacing as the pressure finally let loose on his abdomen. He was wishing that he'd taken the chance to use abit more force against the sin.

He pushed himself away, listening with an ever present redness to his veins. Each word Masochism spoke managed to work itself underneath Benjamin's frozen skin and dig in, but not painfully so. His face dissolved of its anger, rationale seemed precedent while it wasn't in his actions. He picked away a sizeable piece of the crumbling wall, palming it close before chucking it at the back of Mason's head. If anything just to create some kind of distraction or gain some focus. It was simply not the time for Benjamin to coil up into his isolated mental shield. "Fucking lowlife imbicile..." Benjamin hissed. "Listen to yourself, or maybe...shut the hell up."

Benjamin wasn't too pleased with the way he was approaching Justice. Two sins on one pure angel would have been difficult enough. "Is being hypocritical your "unique function?" Talking as if the angels are part of some brainless cattle drive. That mindfuck you call dear old Lucifer is just as potent in your domain as God is among ours. You may fuck around and say you're independent, raping humanity with your filth, but who is it that barbs your ass when you get out of line in HIS terms?" The sneer was lingering in the halfling's voice. He wasn't going to take any more chances with a wavering guard, and instead dove at Masochism once again, taking aim with one flattened at the bloody assortment of fractured ribs and the other hand at the neck, although hindered by the pain within his own body. To that affect he'd even thoughtlessly risked himself to the pain of the seal once again should Justice choose to give space in his presence.

Justice was starting to get on the sin's last nerve. Was she really believing the words that spat forth from such tainted lips? Yes, tainted. No matter how holy this being might seem, she was tainted by what she believed to be true. It made Mason want to vomit; but the urge was witheld as that halfling spoke forward. He snapped, eyes as black as night growing wide with surprise. Imbecile? Had the angel actually tried insulting a sin? He'd heard it all before from the humans he'd robbed, the humans he'd nudged forth. Sins never made anyone do anything. It was their own true desires that caused them to act out on it. "I guess we've come to a clear agreement. Your 'sister' is quite a piece of work." He spoke menacingly, as though he were speaking from personal experience. No, Masochism had never had the undesired pleasure of meeting such a being, but he'd heard from his loving father who and what God had turned out to be. "You envy my father because he's the only one of you who had the nerve to say no. And look at you; you're here with who in mind? God. You could care less about human--" His words were cut short when Benjamin's pale body collided with his own. A shrill cry of anger left the sin of pain, and his body distorted itself.

Within the timeframe of half-a-second, Mason's spine split in half, forming dual cords that protruded against the skin of his back, throbbing against the leather of the vest he wore until he finally just slipped arms through the holes and tossed the fabric aside. Nails no longer held human physique; bones grew longer, splitting the skin down his knuckles to form long, bloody claws; jagged teeth grew outward to force both upper and bottom lip to pull back exposing gums and almost double-rows of teeth, until Mason's body looked nothing like the innocent boy he'd taken. Black irises focused on the flying angel, who's body slammed into his own. Mason screamed from the pressure to broken ribs, but the cry was cut off when Ben's hand grasped hold of his throat. But Mason wouldn't let it stop there. The skin beneath the halfling's fingertips would begin to tear, blood seeping through the creases of Benjamin's fingers as the sin's neck seems to stretch. If Justice was just planning to stay back for now, she might regret it later, for Mason's head lunged downward, jaw widening and clamping shut around the angel's wrist/forearm. He snarled, grinning before teeth would tear into the boy's arm, mixing their bloods in such an abominable way. This made the sin's body tremble, the snarling never ceasing.

Just as it was, Benjamin had thrown himself into the extremes on account of lack of thought. He'd lowered himself to an irrational level, and truth be told he was no better than that "half demon spawn" he'd insulted only moments prior. Even still he realized that he was no match against a full fledged sin...there was some other train of logic behind his act. Maybe he was hoping for a miracle that was unlikely to come--an instant smite or backlash that would sink the foundation of that very mansion back into the earth. It wasn't coming, and just like that he'd given up every chance of sanctity instead for a thoughtless act on his own. It was too late to stop it. He kept his hands on the belly and the throat of the beast while he stared coldly back into those inhuman eyes. He had so much to retort, words like how he wasn't so fucking impressed with Mason's "father", because any idiot could say no. It's what happened in the after that made the incident so remarkable. "No?" he asked in a soft whisper towards said beast. "I care, and that's really all the reason I need..."

He trailed off as he felt the blood slipping down between his fingers. It didn't occur to Benjamin to remove his hands until it was too late. Unholy sin, far faster than he could have thought it, had taken grip around his fragile build of wrist and dug into the skin. At once a waterfall of crimson was splashing over the alabaster. Coal eyes grew wide with pain and panic, the former of which he had to grit his teeth against. He couldn't stifle the groan of anguish and agony in his throat. First instinct demanded he be tense, but he was helpless to watch with horror as the blood...his own running lifestream...intermingled with the disgusting demon's own fluids. He could almost feel it running beneath punctured flesh, the tainted blood swimming through his body like acid. It stung, brought tears to his eyes that he wasn't willing to shed. Before he could protest it further he was assaulted with a new kind of pain, one ripping from the seal within his stomach, a fire that finally drew an outcry of anger from the boy as he snapped a blurry, heated gaze back towards his "owner".

Even with Justice in wake there was an onslaught of sensation that Benjamin simply couldn't compete with. He felt his knees buckle once and he near lost balance, and judging by the slight tearing sensation in his arm he knew that the wound had been somewhat disturbed further. He needed to keep focus...he'd damn himself if he lost or passed out right there. Seil's remark..."wrathful"...Benjamin jerked his gaze up towards the Liar in shock as if he'd been slapped. Him? Wrathful? No, he couldn't, not in the likeness of that sin--well, maybe so, but he'd never admit to it. He needed to be cold and stern, and that was so he'd told himself for all those years, but never wrathful, never. He should have shivered with terror at the thought of being picked apart by each and every sin. Benjamin knew it was coming...the terrifying thought was not understanding to what extent he'd have to endure.

With that distinction, Benjamin himself knew that he had no right back into heaven...allowing himself to be branded and further bloodmarked like cattle, possibly to be later tossed around like a cheap whore before being disposed of permenantly, were he even given the kindness of death at that point. The offer for a trade of lives had him surprised, however, and Benjamin looked back towards the direction of where the half sin had last been. Seil was willing to trade his own child, not even speak of him like a child but more like a mistake...that rather irked Benjamin in a way that in a different life he and Harold may have held some sort of understanding and comradery over the fact. Still, to take a sin back...what the hell would heaven do to him? Then something else spoken from the lips of Justice came to mind. 'You said...the souls here...they can be set free?' An almost hopeful tone to the otherwise voiceless words. Even if he himself couldn't come back with her, there was a chance Justice would at least destroy the house around them. Hell, that may have given him what he needed to escape. Just take what was worth saving (which he doubted included himself anymore, at that point), if any, otherwise, lower heaven upon this bitch was what he was essentially trying to implore. He'd have to find his own way to repentance and salvation.

It wasn't the woman's eyes, or the fact that she was once holy. It wasn't the fact that he was fuming within, and literally dripping with hatred right now. It was those wings. As soon as he saw those wings, Mason's body went rigid. Lucifer; their father, once had wings. But because God was such an unforgiving bitch, he was torn of them. Ripped from his very flesh; the fact that this cunt of a whore still had her precious wings just ruined him. Mason was no longer human form; the flesh had peeled away, dropping to the ground and mixing in with the dust and debris that those beautifully disgusting wings swept towards he and his baby mama. With the snout of some kind of reptilian creature, and eyes that burned like cold bricks of coal, the sin's skin was replaced with what once might have been blood but was now replaced with a tar-like substance. Legs cracked, thinning out at the thighs and bending in solid places, as did both arms. His neck, now at least a foot long, finally seemed to rest at a certain length.

Mason now stood at least seven and a half feet tall, claws dripping with black substance, his lips still drizzling with blood, exposing those razor blades for teeth. Was this a dream? Who the fuck knew. Mason just couldn't stand this bitch's annoying superiority complex anymore. With shoulder blades crackling, a snarl was released, waves of sound fighting the debris that smashed against his towering body, altering his advance towards the fleeing angel. Benjamin was given a brief glance, followed by a wide, awkward grin of thin lips that seemed almost transparent as his skin molded around the mass of teeth within his mouth. Benjamin's blood dripped from Mason's teeth, and the sin gave a mutter of some odd language; Seil would clearly understand what was happening; as would any other sin, except the angels. The hybrid would suddenly feel heat filling his body, followed by the sudden urge to vomit which might hinder any attack the male might plan. Masochism then just looked towards the crumbling walls, his anger rising before suddenly, deformed limbs carried the sin through the debris, chasing Justice face on, arms outstretched in hopes of clawing her fucking face right off.

'Yes, that's right...' Benjamin thought as his stinging eyes kept as sharp of a focus as he could strain upon the creatures before him. Even if Justice herself could never conceive Benjamin's reasoning, he did feel it right to remain behind a little longer. Hopefully it would be the best decision, although even then he strongly doubted it would. The angel wasn't meant to survive...he felt it, he knew it, and it was just as well he'd not spread his taint to the rest of heaven, at least in his opinion. That didn't mean he would give up on the fight, oh no, far from it in fact. Earth was slowly becoming just as prominent of a battle ground, and perhaps it was meant to be. It went without saying that Benjamin had sacrificed a great majority of his power by refusing to inhabit a body that was not truly "his"--to be a half angel kept him at that disadvantage but at the same time it seemed the most worth it. Benjamin may have very well been one of the few alter beings left that believed that humans had a right to make their own choices, even though each side very well did negate that cause...so when Justice unleashed the fury of her beautiful angel wings, Benjamin merely shook his thoughts away, because in all honesty wings weren't something that he missed.

Then Justice was off, leaving him in a blaze of ethereal warrior prowess that he'd never compete with. Benjamin felt ready to follow in her footsteps and make his escape but fate had other plans. All rational thought halted at the sight of Masochism grinning ever so wickedly--triumphantly--at the grounded angel. He didn't know what to expect from the morphing creature when suddenly he felt a strange warmth in his body. He struggled to stand but gasped at a sudden weakness in his limbs. Something was so very wrong. All of a sudden he felt so very nausesous. He doubled over with a contorted expression of agony as he retched violently, a black and putrid substance akin to tar pooled before him. It was massive, the amount that he purged from his system. He felt shaky, unbearably hot and tinglying with numbness and pain. Then he was cold, hot again, vomiting again while he dug his fingernails into the crumbling mansion floor. A whimper choked at the back of his burning throat while he heaved dry gasps of air. His watering eyes stared down at the black substance rotting with the stench of death and corruption. He blinked, suddenly at a pressure in his ears, in his head, in the sinuses and the eyes.

"N..N..gh..." His incoherent words were hoarse while his mangled muscles began trembling with new found weakness. He couldn't move, couldn't think and it hurt his chest to breathe. Benjamin gasped once in pain before dissolving into furious gagging while his pupils rolled back in their sockets. Out from the corners of his eyes, seeping from the nasal passages, the ear canals and finally from the quvering lips, trickles of that nasty black tar followed by a vivid set of voices in and around his head. Why, why why why why why?! He'd deserved this, he suddenly realized while he collapsed. Stupid he was for even letting himself get caught in his position. He was of no use to anyone...

...Well, except perhaps to Seil, who'd suddenly renewed interest in the struggling halfling and had taken the chance to bind the angel with remants of his hideously disfigured form. It didn't take much for Benjamin to be ensnared, although a whimper died in his throat as tentacles began to writhe about his limbs, biting and binding him to whatever his brandholder willed. Useless, he could have very well snickered in his delierious state of mind. Mason's plague had done quite a number on him in such a short amount of time, the only thing that managed to work from Ben's mouth was a hiss. His throat hurt too much to scream. Maybe this was what dying felt like? From the corner of his fading vision he noted the blinding flash of light. The holy sword relic of Justic, slicing and dicing through flesh and metal like butter, or at least it should have been able to. At the moment he was too busy shuddering in internal agony to make note of anything to his advantage.