Kalo Inteus
Kalo smiled when Cursed did. When Xyza told him not to move, he had the strange idea to do a funky pose to freak everyone out, but decided that it really wasn't the best time to be goofing off. So he did as he was told, gazing at Juliet with a slightly worried glance, knowing she had probably taken Inteus' reaction to her the wrong way. Inteus hissed as Cursed cut his wrist, but was glad she hadn't decided to tear his heart out. He knew his blood was going to look nasty, but he couldn't help looking at the blackish liquid pouring out of his palm. It healed quickly, but it was enough to fill Cursed's hand. Kalo watched Inteus' blood pour out with a grossed out look. "Don'tcha dare make me drink that crap," he rejected, looking down at the candles on the floor. He had the strangest desire to light them, but didn't. He knew it wouldn't work. Inteus watched Cursed cross the room to Kalo, silently wishing for her to move even the slightlest bit faster. He knelt down next to Calok, Alucard, and Juliet, whom he threw an apologetic glance to. "Sorry about that... I'll explain later..." If there is a later. Gabriels soul was tearing Calok appart from the inside. Calok was now loosing color in his face, sweat beading his skin as a vein like trail began to buldge in Calok's visiable cheek and neck. when he felt Inteus come close, Calok reached out and grabbed his hand. He squeezed it as tightly as he could, which felt like the brush of a feather to Inteus. Inteus clasped his brothers hand, thinking it odd how now he wanted to hold his hand when Calok had never wanted even a hug.

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