"I heard that you're looking for me." Seth flashed William an absolutely feral grin that matched his vile mood. His arms were folded together while his feet were propped upon William's desk. The office was small enough that Seth knew immediately when Will entered. In fact, he'd been anticipating this moment, having come to the underground world specifically to see him.

Realizing that Seth wasn't going to jump him, Will released a shaky breath, laughing in the process. "You've finally gone mad." He mumbled and comfortably took a seat in front of the intricately carved desk.

"I've never been calmer actually." Seth informed him with a dazzling smile that revealed murderous intent.

"Yeah, sure..." After several moments passed, Will began to look uncomfortable. "Why are you here? Are you really so quick to lose everything you've worked towards?"

Simmering slowly, the box inside his chest threatened to spill over the contents of neatly tucked away emotions that he'd so carefully placed. "Oh?" He inquired, lazily glaring at him. "And what have I worked towards?"

"An outdated ideal version of reality." Will replied flatly, tilting his head in an arrogant manner. "With you out of the way, there won't be anyone left to stop my plans."

"I'm glad to know you still see me as a threat." A polite smile curled on his lips.

Will threw him a disgusted look in return. "Such morality is really unsuitable for someone who is no longer human. Have you considered talking to a therapist?"

"Regularly." He purred. "However, you must be dying to know why I'm here."

"Not really." Will admitted with a tired sigh. "I just want you to get out of my office."

"Alright. I'll get to the point then." Seth rose from his seat.

Will visibly flinched and then recomposed himself like nothing happened.

"Why did you hurt her?" Seth leaned over the desk unhurriedly, his hands placed upon the surface.

"What are you talking about?" Will asked, suddenly growing bored. He seemed to contemplate since Seth wouldn't back down. "If you're referring to that girl, I haven't gone near her since that night she threw me off a building. Believe it or not, I have other things to deal with right now."

"Even so," Seth continued, throwing away his rationality. "Even if your words are true, I don't think I punished you enough for that last time."

He wanted to make Will bleed. He wanted to see him suffer to clear his own mind. WIlliam had been a thorn in his side since the very beginning when all of his problems began.

If he just took William's life then maybe he could feel in control again.

He kept going over how he'd watched the doctors stitch up Ivory's wounds. How he wasn't able to take her inside the hospital himself. How he wasn't even able to ask the doctors about her condition since they couldn't see him.

The box within his chest he had carefully cradled until now spilled over in an instant.

"So, no matter what I said you were going to fight me anyway?" Will laughed under his breath. "Oh, Seth..." His brother crooned with a faint smile after watching his display. "You fail to realize just how much you're losing yourself and coming undone."

Seth grabbed him by the collar, feeling enraged. "You don't understand anything! Don't act like you know me." He snarled into his face. "Family or not, I will take your life if you come near her again or so much as breathe in her direction. You are filth and belong in this hellish society you created." Will didn't appear to fight back so Seth shoved him back into the chair, letting him go.

Adjusting his collar as though the breeze had swayed him the wrong way, WIll observed him quietly.

Seth led himself out of the office. Lights that seemed to shift with his emotions flickered as he walked through the gambling house and disappeared back into the night.

No one dared to approach him.

When he was finally alone again, he took a deep breath, feeling the cool breeze that swept past him that cleared his mind. The box inside of Seth returned to normal and began to slowly fill back up with the escaped contents.

He always withheld everything that hurt him so damn much.

He was afraid of letting that box completely spill over and what that would mean should that time come when he'd fully lose control.

That box resting peacefully inside him was like an internal switch that he could release when he pleased, but it was also an overflowing cup of water just waiting to boil over much like how he behaved tonight. The resentment sitting inside his chest that had never been tamed would surface when Seth felt most helpless.

Nothing would visibly stay within his grasp for too long much like his transparent body. He always lost everything that mattered so much to him, every single time he got attached.

No matter how strong he got or what intentions he had, the world would move on without him, leaving him nothing in return.

He was incredibly selfish, he realized. He had more desires than he originally thought.

Wanting Ivory to be happy... was that not a selfish desire too because he wanted to stay by her side? His goal was always to move on and find eternal peace, yet he found himself caring for this world again and discovering parts of himself he thought were forever lost in time.

Prying eyes began to peer at him from within the darkness. He could feel them watching closely, raking their gaze over his body and clothing.

At least their attention would be focused on him if he stayed here for a while. His outburst hadn't been without thought.

What better way to get the underground's attention than threatening their boss?

Plus, Seth could blow off some steam in the process. He had been aching to fight someone all day with how poorly everything turned out. It was really killing two birds with one stone.

With some regret, he realized his scythe was still broken. He sighed and scratched his head full of loose curls. Nothing he could do about the circumstance right now. He wondered what kind of businesses the underground possessed and whether he could find a weapons master for the supernatural.

Such a concept should exist, right?