Breaking into the Maheswaren home was easy. Breaking in silently was easier.

Breaking into Connie's room? Well, he didn't really need to do all that.

He peered down at her as she opened the door and sighed heavily. "You could've waited for me."

Steven chuckled and gently moved her aside, ignoring her indignant cry at the blood he'd gotten on her. "I just... couldn't help myself," He murmured huskily.

He was staring down at his hands, at the blood of that woman, and felt his breathing shudder. It was just so fucking pretty. He turned, surveying the massive handprint on Connie's shirt. She sure complained loudly for someone who was smirking down at it through the mirror every once in a while as she redid her makeup and tossed her hair into an immaculate bun.

"What about your parents?"

Connie teased at her edges lightly, pulling a few decadent strands out to frame her face. "I killed them, so what exactly would you want me to say?"

He raised a surprised smile. "When? Why?"

That caused her to pause. Her head turned to the side to catch his eyes with hers. The sparkle, the darkness in them, aroused him more than blood ever would. "I'm not sure. I believe I just decided to."

He stood behind her and hummed lowly, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "My beautiful Connie."

She pulled out her switchblade, brown with the dried blood of her only family. Cleaning it off, she threw him a smile. "My handsome Steven. I think I'll keep this shirt on, you quite seem to like it."

"I like you so much more."

That brought another, much bigger smile and she turned to push him back against the wall. "What, you don't love me now that we're serial killers?"

Steven shushed her with a heated kiss, purposely dragging his hands over her perfect body. "There's no such thing, only that I can't live without you."

Connie was about to respond, but lights outside caught her attention. "Speaking of life: Wanna go spread the opposite?"

"I love it when you talk dirty to me."

She giggled, almost sounding sweet if it didn't end with a sadistic hum. "You'll be in for a pleasant surprise later then."

He knelt and lifted her shirt, tracing her permanent connection to him over her bellybutton. "Are your powers intact?"

A glow, his glow, overtook her body and she cycled through her powers quickly. "I'm ready."

The house was surrounded, and of course it was. Why wouldn't it be? If asked, the first Stevens family would assume he'd go was to his girlfriend's house, closely followed by Homeworld.

They stood hand in hand and watched the commotion. Multiple SWAT teams, what felt like hundreds of cops, and flashing lights that tried to combat their glow but failed.

"You are surrounded, get down on the ground facedown with your hands behind your back!"

Connie snorted. "We'd need our hands to get on the ground." She cleared her throat. "In which order?"

The man with the megaphone hesitated. "Hands first."

"Simply ridiculous."

The change from human to decidedly inhuman was still a bit new, the discomfort Steven had grown accustomed to still made her chuff.

Faster. Bigger. Stronger.

Better.

He grinned down at her as innocent as the moonlight. "You're a beautiful Diamond, Ms. Knight."

Connie flexed her hand, delighted with the power she felt in just that action. "Oh, Steven. You flatter me..." She dropped his hand as the authorities had enough yelling at them to cooperate and raised their weapons. "But I'm only a quarter."

Torrents of bullets, a tsunami of fear and malcontent rose up around them. Connie's sword blinded the first two lines of gunmen as she summoned it.

By the time they had begun to blink the glare out of their eyes and re-aimed, seven heads were sliced clean off.

"Connie, Connie," Steven sighed in amusement. "When will she learn to let the magic come to her?"

No matter, now he was to protect and destroy. If a bullet that was shot didn't hit the shooter, he simply tore them apart. Someone grabbed at him but could gain no purchase with how massive and burning hot to the touch he was. It probably didn't help that he was slick with blood, entrails and sweat either. He grabbed them by their neck, unfazed by the bullets. "Someone wants to be a hero real bad. Newsflash: It's not what it's cut out to be."

With a barely there squeeze of his hand, every bone in the man's neck broke. He dropped it, that nauseating creature of goodness and crushed his chest under his heel as he let himself super speed alongside Connie.

She smiled a bit but kept at her task. In a moment of power too great for her not to expend, she screamed and the shockwave turned the nearest humans caustic. Holes spread through their skin, and with that she shifted her form again.

Steven could never master shapeshifting.

Connie grew wings and horns easily, and as sexy as it was, neither were for aesthetics. She charged and tore through six people with her horns like a bull, ripping one off that was skewered and stuck and using his body to slam against the window of an empty police car.

Steven pressed his thumbs into someone's skull but kept his eyes on her. "What are you doing?"

"Melee weapon. Corpse with broken glass shards."

It worked. When she hauled it straight into someone dressed in Bomb Squad suit and while it didn't tear, the person clearly felt it stab at the fabric. The resulting hit sent them flying into a tree and they went completely still.

Steven summoned his biggest shield and thickened it, flying over to grab Connie as she slashed her sword through a swat team and licked the blood off her fingers with the most insane laughter he'd ever heard joining with his own.

It dropped, and the massacre was loud and disgusting. The screeching metal, the houses nearby crashing to the ground with families inside, the undertone of cut off screams and cries and bones being crushed by a merciless god and his ruthless knight.

After a moment, there was silence. Blood pooled in massive streams from under the hard light shield that weighed far more than anyone could survive from how high he'd dropped it. The air was rank with the metallic smell and gunpowder mixing to create the stench of a battlefield.

"Remember your training or you'll burn out again," Steven chided.

Connie blew out a low breath and returned to her normal size, though the wings and horns took more effort. "You're silly, I'm absolutely teeming with energy."

He tossed his head back and laughed, dissipating his shield and spreading his arms wide with a fierce battle cry. A massive bunch of bubbles surrounded the debris and corpses, and with a labored lift of his hands they went to wherever they went when he did that nowadays.

They used to go home, to the temple, but Stevens home was somewhere else now.

He turned and got down in one knee, kissing her hand. "You did wonderful."

"You're flirting with me now?" Connie loosened her bun and let her hair fall to her waist. Dust and god knows what could be found in the jet black tresses, but all he saw was beauty. He nodded, his cheeks glowing with the intensity he felt for her. She returned it subconsciously, feeling the exact same way. It seemed losing your mind made emotions come much stronger. "Suppose we have time to make love?"

He rose to his full height and scooped her up bridal style. "On your childhood bed? Shameful."

Connie giggled. "How juvenile. Why not my parents'?"

He groaned from the pit of his stomach. "You're exactly my type of crazy. I love it."