Romeo had started to come around when Chess removed the gag from his mouth and untied him, his eyes blurred and out of focus, his vision swimming from blood loss the line cut down from his neck to his sternum still trickling blood down over him and whatever it was he was lying on. He didn't know where he was or what exactly had happened but even with his head swimming and his entire body off balance he knew they weren't safe, the place, wherever they were had his skin crawling, dark magic still so thick in the air it choked him, making it hard to breathe. Chess was there. Why was Chess there? It didn't matter, none of it mattered, Romeo saw the way Jean-Auguste looked at the musician, he heard the love in his voice when he spoke of him and that meant he had to keep him safe and away from the witch as long as possible. Jean-Auguste might not have loved him, he might not have shared the same feelings that Romeo felt so deeply toward the bat winged angel but he cared about this man, he loved this musician and that was enough for the young, still half unconscious young witch to know that it was better to give up his own life trying to save the older male than watch him fall. "Y-You need to hide...Hide before she comes back." It took him three tries before he managed to speak the words in English but when he did he was on his feet, unsteady and breathing heavily, catching the movement of a closet door opening though no one was standing there to open it, it didn't matter, there was something kind in the energy of the room that didn't belong and that was enough for Romeo to start shoving Chess into the closet. "I only know one spell...it worked when my mother hid me from her years ago...it might work just for a little bit...she won't know you're here." He gasped out, every breath causing him pain and it was a constant struggle for him to keep his eyes open but he watched that same invisible hand close Chess into the closet and hold the door shut, his own arms spreading wide, his own, weak magic filling the room before all trace and presence of Chess seemed to disappear from it.
(7:27:08 AM) showmejazzhands: There wasn't any more time and Kaydence didn't bother to argue, his eyes left the beady gaze of the malformed raven and he pressed the feathered quill to the blank line on the contract, Jean-Auguste's words echoing in his mind. Was it worth it? For a split second Kayden's hazel eyes moved to the side in Jean's direction seeing him there yelling but unable to hear him, his eyes conveying every emotion and ever apology he couldn't speak to the angel with his blood dripping mouth sewn shut. Was Chess worth it? In one fluid movement Kaydence Wilde signed his name on the dotted line and handed his soul to a demon. Yes. He was worth it and if it had been Jean-Auguste in that house and Chess standing beside him unable to get through Caim's barrier Kaydence would have done the exact same thing because that was love. That was family.