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Nothing stayed the same.
As long as he had lived in this world, it still baffled him. It made him long for the ancient days long past. In the back of his mind he could conjure the image of sandstone lined streets, golden temples, blue and white mosaics, and gardens so beautiful, that even today they baffled the modern mind. Each speculation made him laugh, each pathetic recreation made him proud. Never once did they come close to the stunning vision that had made the Hanging Gardens a marvel in the ancient world. It was the last thought that from that time that rang true and clear in his mind. The rest had begun to blur and fade as all must in time. It had been the last thing he'd seen alive. He remembered it bathed in the dying sunlight of twilight, the exotic birds fluttering and singing a goodnight lullaby among the flowers. In that one moment where he knew his death was before him, he appreciated that sight of the sun drenched gardens far more than he ever had before. The phantom of tears pricked at his midnight eyes. How much he missed the times as a child he had spent in the gardens with his father and brother. How he missed watching his beautiful mother dance among the flowers as she taught him their names.
Anu drew away from that world. Flew away from the three millenia that seperated him from a place that was long gone to dust and ruin. He focused on the now before him. The dank streets of the French Quarter rose before him. Silent as so much of the dead around him. It had taken awhile when he had first arrived to accustom himself to the dead being buried above ground. But because New Orleans was below sea level and flooded often, it was essential. But still...old customs died hard, no matter how old you were. And in his time they would never have buried those that had passed above the ground, open to the desecration of heat, wind and wild animals.
He was rounding the area when he finally gave in to the realization that the Daimons seemed to be absent tonight. Damn nights like these. It was boring as all hell. Yet Acheron was back in town. And where ever the head Dark-Hunter went, trouble was not too far behind. The city would more than likely soon be overrun and plunged into chaos. Honestly Anu Bashaa could barely wait. Fighting Daimons with no fighting skills who relied entirely upon modern weaponry was starting to piss him off. He fingered the hole in his cashmere coat. If he got shot one more time, something was going to die a slow and painful death at his hands. The inkblots were just never going to learn. Guns don't kill Dark-Hunters. Hurt like hell, but could not inflict mortal wounds. One of these times he was going to warn the Daimons on the dangers of inbreeding...because each generation was just getting dumber and dumber. He crossed the Rue de and headed for St.James Square.
Took only a few moments to spot the currently purple haired Acheron standing with his back to a stone building. As was usual, Ash never turned his back to anyone unless completely unavoidable. It was if the big bad ass Dark-Hunter was worried that someone was actually coming for him. It was unthinkable to Anu that anyone would ever be able to. The man had some seriously scary powers. As he got closer, he realized Ash was scowling ferociously to someone nearby. Took seconds for the Celtic Dark-Hunter, Talon to come into view. He caught the word "Barney" from Talon, and from Ash's nasty growl...it was obviously a reference to Ash's hair.
"Acheron, Celt" He inclined his head to both respectfully.
"Anu" Acheron returned the greeting.
"Persian" Talon smiled between his laughter. Anu Bashaa cringed, as Talon had obviously expected. He made no comment to correct the Celt. He had long proceeded the creation of Persia. Talon had done it on purpose anyhow and knew very well the difference. He had to admit it was something he liked about the man, he was easy going and humerous. He'd known a few Dark-Hunters over the centuries that had had permanent bugs up the ass. It was good to know one of the few who didn't.
"How was Thailand, Acheron?" he asked, to which the ancient Atlantean made a face. Acheron had gone half way acrossed the world because a group of Daimons over there had decided to ressurect the Nagashaka. An anicent diety that had thankfully been sleeping for a few centuries. The word on the Dark-Hunter net from Dragon, the Japanese Dark-Hunter who had been helping Ash with the problem, was that Nagashaka did not appreciate being woken up at all. He'd devoured all the Daimons and their human helpers in short order, before he'd gone for the Dark-Hunter. Ash and Dragon had provided no specifics on how they'd actually gotten him dormant again.
"I swear it must be inbreeding or something, because these f**kers get stupider every year." Ash sighed and shook his head. To this Talon readily agreed and began to laugh again.
"Well i'm going to go find some inkblots to take my misplaced agression out on. Ya'll have a good night." Talon said with a short wave. He saunted off and disappeared into the crowd. "I think I shall go do the same. A goodnight to you, Acheron." Anu bowed slightly and took off into the crowd opposite the Celt, best for them not to meet eachother again so soon...for their powers had already drained more than was comfortable. He looked back only once to see that the Atlantean had disappeared as well.
Full Version: Embrace of the Night IC
The sun was setting, it’s rays still falling down on New Orleans. Above it, the sky was dyed orange due to the weakening sun. As he approached the apartment building, with a bag of groceries under his arm, Vincent gazed at the street and youths who were starting to come out as night was at hand. He entered the building and pushed the elevator button. Nothing. Not again… But it wasn’t a long way up, only to the fifth floor. He unlocked the door and entered.
It wasn’t the same apartment as the one two years ago, when he lived alone. Now it had a woman’s touch, and it could be noticed. To the right, against the wall, was a leather brown couch. Next to it was a door leading to the small bedroom. In front of the couch was a table, it had an appealing shape. And about one meter, maybe a bit more, in front of the couch was a seventeen inch Philips TV. To the right of the TV, right beneath the window, was a table on which the PC was placed. Behind the TV the room continued. There was a small dining table, enough for two people, and a kitchen. The door that led to the bathroom were to the left of the couch, in a diagonal line to the main door. All the windows had shutters slid down all of the time for apparent reasons.
It took a moment or two for Vincent’s eyes to adjust to the darkness of the room when he was able to see his roommate sitting on the couch.
“Where were you, you moron?” She hissed.
“Pool. You know I go for a swim twice a week.” He said while taking out the groceries and placing them to their respective places in the kitchen.
“I know! And you should’ve been back some two hours ago!” She still had the British accent.
“I went for a stroll.” He said casually.
“How many times do I need to tell you, you pretentious prick!? This is not a game! Soon I’ll need to be out and I didn’t have a bite to eat!” She yelled.
“Don’t yell Estella.”
“Oh shut up you arrogant terd! Don’t tell me not to yell!” Now standing.
“I said don’t yell.” He stopped taking out the groceries.
“If this happens again…” She continued but stopped when she saw Vincent taking the groceries back into the bag. When he had collected them, he turned around and she noticed he was a bit red in the face. He approached the window and started raising one of the shutters. “W-what are you doing!?” She exclaimed as she ran to the bathroom, peeking to see his intentions. Vincent threw the bag of groceries out of the window and slid down the shutters again.
“What the hell is wrong with you!?” She came out of the bathroom and grabbed him by the collar, raising him from the floor. “You are getting worse as the time passes by. Why won’t you grow up already!?” She threw him in the bedroom and sat on the couch.
More than an hour passed and she was still sitting on the couch and Vincent was in the bedroom. Now it was night and Vincent heard a door slam. She has gone out, and he came out of the bedroom, sitting at the table where the PC was and turning it on. The desktop background had tulips all over. Damn, it’s as if I’m living with a twelve year old girl or a faggot in the last stage of his homosexual sickness. It was a pain changing the desktop all the time, so he just opened Mozilla Firefox and opened one of the two forums he had bookmarked. There was a roleplay he participated in. After he read the new posts he decided to write a personal message to a fellow roleplayer, Ladyhawke.
Topic: Abandoning
I’ve been thinking of abandoning this roleplay due to all the god-modders and I was considering on making one myself. Would you be willing to join if I create it?
When he was done, he turned off the PC and set on the couch turning on the TV.
It wasn’t the same apartment as the one two years ago, when he lived alone. Now it had a woman’s touch, and it could be noticed. To the right, against the wall, was a leather brown couch. Next to it was a door leading to the small bedroom. In front of the couch was a table, it had an appealing shape. And about one meter, maybe a bit more, in front of the couch was a seventeen inch Philips TV. To the right of the TV, right beneath the window, was a table on which the PC was placed. Behind the TV the room continued. There was a small dining table, enough for two people, and a kitchen. The door that led to the bathroom were to the left of the couch, in a diagonal line to the main door. All the windows had shutters slid down all of the time for apparent reasons.
It took a moment or two for Vincent’s eyes to adjust to the darkness of the room when he was able to see his roommate sitting on the couch.
“Where were you, you moron?” She hissed.
“Pool. You know I go for a swim twice a week.” He said while taking out the groceries and placing them to their respective places in the kitchen.
“I know! And you should’ve been back some two hours ago!” She still had the British accent.
“I went for a stroll.” He said casually.
“How many times do I need to tell you, you pretentious prick!? This is not a game! Soon I’ll need to be out and I didn’t have a bite to eat!” She yelled.
“Don’t yell Estella.”
“Oh shut up you arrogant terd! Don’t tell me not to yell!” Now standing.
“I said don’t yell.” He stopped taking out the groceries.
“If this happens again…” She continued but stopped when she saw Vincent taking the groceries back into the bag. When he had collected them, he turned around and she noticed he was a bit red in the face. He approached the window and started raising one of the shutters. “W-what are you doing!?” She exclaimed as she ran to the bathroom, peeking to see his intentions. Vincent threw the bag of groceries out of the window and slid down the shutters again.
“What the hell is wrong with you!?” She came out of the bathroom and grabbed him by the collar, raising him from the floor. “You are getting worse as the time passes by. Why won’t you grow up already!?” She threw him in the bedroom and sat on the couch.
More than an hour passed and she was still sitting on the couch and Vincent was in the bedroom. Now it was night and Vincent heard a door slam. She has gone out, and he came out of the bedroom, sitting at the table where the PC was and turning it on. The desktop background had tulips all over. Damn, it’s as if I’m living with a twelve year old girl or a faggot in the last stage of his homosexual sickness. It was a pain changing the desktop all the time, so he just opened Mozilla Firefox and opened one of the two forums he had bookmarked. There was a roleplay he participated in. After he read the new posts he decided to write a personal message to a fellow roleplayer, Ladyhawke.
Topic: Abandoning
I’ve been thinking of abandoning this roleplay due to all the god-modders and I was considering on making one myself. Would you be willing to join if I create it?
When he was done, he turned off the PC and set on the couch turning on the TV.
Mina slipped from the black satin sheets to the cool slate floor and stretched languorously, allowing the soothing night air to bathe her bare skin. She looked back at the sleeping form sprawled possessively over a pile of leapordskin pillows and smiled wryly. At 4 am she’d finally worn him out; it had been another half hour beyond he’d finally rolled over and wrapped his arms round the pillows instead of her. Now she was free. Oh, he was so very fine—rich, handsome, and nearly insatiable in bed—but he was becoming too serious. She’d warned him, told him time and again that she wasn’t the committing type, but he was starting to question where she went in the daytime, why she slipped out on him every morning. Last night he’d even asked her to move in with him. She’d laughed as though he’d told a joke and never answered the question. Oh, well. These things never lasted. She never expected them too.
She watched a moment longer to make sure her rising hadn’t disturbed him, then slipped quietly to the laptop stored in the den and flipped it open. Ah, the usual drivel. A Nigerian solicitation promising a widow’s fortune. *Delete* A few new posts to an online gothic-medieval rpg she’d joined—like so many other things—on a whim. Their misguided interpretations of ancient civilization made her laugh, sometimes out loud, and their romantic notions of preternatural creatures made her want to vomit…and then roll in it…but the episode on the whole was an amusing diversion from daily monotony. There was, however, one writer in particular that seemed to have a more accurate grasp of night creatures, eerily accurate to the world she knew around her. On more than one occasion she’d wondered just where he got his inspiration. In fact—Minu leaned forward—it appeared he’d just sent her a PM. She logged in to the site and pulled up a message from 4thSin:
She drew her finger across the pad until the cursor rested above “Delete,” then hesitated. There was a restless shuffle in the bedroom followed by a brief string of cuss words. Minu sighed. He’d discovered her out of bed again. Quickly she moved the cursor to “Reply” and typed out a response:
Then she hit “Send,” waited for the sent-message confirmation, and closed the laptop with a quiet click. The sound of a toilet flushing in the bathroom indicated it was a good time to make a retreat. She slipped, still naked, out the front door and paused briefly to observe the faint blush of pink over the eastern New York skyline. Time to go! Minu moved smoothly into her more familiar form and began a quick lope down the condominium steps and out toward Central Park.
She watched a moment longer to make sure her rising hadn’t disturbed him, then slipped quietly to the laptop stored in the den and flipped it open. Ah, the usual drivel. A Nigerian solicitation promising a widow’s fortune. *Delete* A few new posts to an online gothic-medieval rpg she’d joined—like so many other things—on a whim. Their misguided interpretations of ancient civilization made her laugh, sometimes out loud, and their romantic notions of preternatural creatures made her want to vomit…and then roll in it…but the episode on the whole was an amusing diversion from daily monotony. There was, however, one writer in particular that seemed to have a more accurate grasp of night creatures, eerily accurate to the world she knew around her. On more than one occasion she’d wondered just where he got his inspiration. In fact—Minu leaned forward—it appeared he’d just sent her a PM. She logged in to the site and pulled up a message from 4thSin:
Topic: Abandoning
I’ve been thinking of abandoning this roleplay due to all the god-modders and I was considering on making one myself. Would you be willing to join if I create it?
I’ve been thinking of abandoning this roleplay due to all the god-modders and I was considering on making one myself. Would you be willing to join if I create it?
She drew her finger across the pad until the cursor rested above “Delete,” then hesitated. There was a restless shuffle in the bedroom followed by a brief string of cuss words. Minu sighed. He’d discovered her out of bed again. Quickly she moved the cursor to “Reply” and typed out a response:
Re: Abandoning
You read my mind. Let’s talk about it.
You read my mind. Let’s talk about it.
Then she hit “Send,” waited for the sent-message confirmation, and closed the laptop with a quiet click. The sound of a toilet flushing in the bathroom indicated it was a good time to make a retreat. She slipped, still naked, out the front door and paused briefly to observe the faint blush of pink over the eastern New York skyline. Time to go! Minu moved smoothly into her more familiar form and began a quick lope down the condominium steps and out toward Central Park.
For three, maybe four hours he watched the TV. It was really late, he didn't look at the time, but was unable to fall asleep. He had enough of Animal Planet and National Geographic for one night so he turned off the TV and went back to the PC. Yet again the same procedure: logging in and visiting the same forum. He was surprised when the message alert popped out. He wasn't expecting her, or him for that matter (you never know), to answer so quickly. I guess I'll just write a short summary.
Re: Abandoning
I had in mind a world hidden before the eyes of humans. The setting would be of the world as it is today, only there would be supernatural beings of which humans are unaware of. Well, not all of them, it will be explained in the OOC. The names of some of these creatures would be Dark-Dwellers, Soul-Snatchers, shape-shifters and so on. Dark-Dwellers would be hunting the Soul-Snatchers as they steal souls from humans to prolong their life. That is the summary, I'm working on the RP, it will be done in about a week... maybe more.
After sending the message he surfed on the internet for a while. There were some things he needed to look up on Wikipedia. He disconnected, opened winamp and clicked on the play button. As he was getting a bit hungry, he turned on the light and went for the fridge. Then he remembered that he threw all the groceries through the window. I can be such a fool sometimes. But there were two slices of a two-day old pizza, so he ate it, turned off the PC and went to bed. With a little difficulty he fell asleep.
Re: Abandoning
I had in mind a world hidden before the eyes of humans. The setting would be of the world as it is today, only there would be supernatural beings of which humans are unaware of. Well, not all of them, it will be explained in the OOC. The names of some of these creatures would be Dark-Dwellers, Soul-Snatchers, shape-shifters and so on. Dark-Dwellers would be hunting the Soul-Snatchers as they steal souls from humans to prolong their life. That is the summary, I'm working on the RP, it will be done in about a week... maybe more.
After sending the message he surfed on the internet for a while. There were some things he needed to look up on Wikipedia. He disconnected, opened winamp and clicked on the play button. As he was getting a bit hungry, he turned on the light and went for the fridge. Then he remembered that he threw all the groceries through the window. I can be such a fool sometimes. But there were two slices of a two-day old pizza, so he ate it, turned off the PC and went to bed. With a little difficulty he fell asleep.
Ash flopped down into Anu's computer chair. Usually he bunked down the road with Kyrian, but the Greek Prince had actually forgottem to pay his electric bill. When he'd stopped by about a half hour earlier, Kyrian had been standing in the front yard ripping his Squire, Nick a new one for forgetting too. He'd elected to stay out of that particular battle. Although he couldn't help but find it funny...by tomorrow evening it'd be amazing if the two were still talking at all.
He rubbed his temples wearily and turned on the sleek Alienware Area-51 ALX computer. For an ancient Babylonian the man sure loved to play video games. As it booted, he cocked his head to the side and listened to the whispers coming along the Rytis. He opened the internet and went to where he was supposed to. Usually he liked to leave well enough along....but tonight he just felt like meddling. Sometimes free will just needed a push.
Re: Abandoning
I had in mind a world hidden before the eyes of humans. The setting would be of the world as it is today, only there would be supernatural beings of which humans are unaware of. Well, not all of them, it will be explained in the OOC. The names of some of these creatures would be Dark-Dwellers, Soul-Snatchers, shape-shifters and so on. Dark-Dwellers would be hunting the Soul-Snatchers as they steal souls from humans to prolong their life. That is the summary, I'm working on the RP, it will be done in about a week... maybe more.
PM Subject to -Vincent- Re: Abandoning
Nice seems too much like work though, and Nick might bitch for taking his idea from the Dark-Hunter's website. Oh and tell Estella to grow up. If I can walk down the street for a burger so can she. Anymore squire abuse and i'll reassign you to someone else and send her ass to freeze in Alaska.
-Ash
Satisfied he logged out and instead gave a rather poor attempt to concentrate on Anu's favorite game, World of Warcraft.
(Occ: There is a Dark-Hunter website. Its made to look like a giant RPG so that no one will know its real. And also it does actually exist. www.Dark-Hunter.com it provids lots of info...so check it out if you need to)
He rubbed his temples wearily and turned on the sleek Alienware Area-51 ALX computer. For an ancient Babylonian the man sure loved to play video games. As it booted, he cocked his head to the side and listened to the whispers coming along the Rytis. He opened the internet and went to where he was supposed to. Usually he liked to leave well enough along....but tonight he just felt like meddling. Sometimes free will just needed a push.
Re: Abandoning
I had in mind a world hidden before the eyes of humans. The setting would be of the world as it is today, only there would be supernatural beings of which humans are unaware of. Well, not all of them, it will be explained in the OOC. The names of some of these creatures would be Dark-Dwellers, Soul-Snatchers, shape-shifters and so on. Dark-Dwellers would be hunting the Soul-Snatchers as they steal souls from humans to prolong their life. That is the summary, I'm working on the RP, it will be done in about a week... maybe more.
PM Subject to -Vincent- Re: Abandoning
Nice seems too much like work though, and Nick might bitch for taking his idea from the Dark-Hunter's website. Oh and tell Estella to grow up. If I can walk down the street for a burger so can she. Anymore squire abuse and i'll reassign you to someone else and send her ass to freeze in Alaska.
-Ash
Satisfied he logged out and instead gave a rather poor attempt to concentrate on Anu's favorite game, World of Warcraft.
(Occ: There is a Dark-Hunter website. Its made to look like a giant RPG so that no one will know its real. And also it does actually exist. www.Dark-Hunter.com it provids lots of info...so check it out if you need to)
[OOC: We really should do locations in bold at the top of our posts.....]
Cairo, Egypt
"The sun is hot. Come, get a drink!"
The bartender looked at the strange man. He moved in a strange way, almost....slinking across the floor. He sat down heavily on the seat, which was sticky from the sweat of hundreds of other patrons. The bartender put on his biggest smile, and double checked the pistol he had concealed under the bar.
"What'll you be having?"
Both beady eyes looked at the old man, who suddenly felt something very strange....dread? The man spoke in a very raspy voice, the ones used by old soldiers who've seen far to much death to be sane anymore.
"The strongest you have, anything strong..."
Reaching behind him, the bartender pulled off the strongest thing he had, a specialty Vodka imported diretly from Siberia. The bar was famous for it, since the drink itself was 60% pure Alcohol. Each patron was only allowed to drink once shot glass, but that was still the equivalent of 10 USD. The bartender took a glass, and poured it. A wiry hand grabbed the whole thing.
"I'll need it all. How much?"
The bartender tried to think of how much for the bottle. He estimated about $2000. But, just for his special guest....
"You can have it for $4000 dollars."
The man finished a long drink of the bottle, and then pulled a pendant from his traveling bags. It was decorated with a Scarab, colored with precious stones.
"How many bottle of this do you have in the back?"
The bartender starred in shock at the piece. He rushed to the back and pulled out the remaining five bottles. The man grabbed each delicately, and placed them in a seperate bag he was carrying. He ruffled inside his robes for a minute, and pulled out an Khalashnikov 74. The bartender pulled out his pistol.
"What the hell you trying to pull boy! Walking into my bar with that much firepower!"
The entire bar looked at the fight that was going on. Both guns where aimed at each other's head. The bartender was sweating. The other figure was looking....strange.
"Anubis.....Holy #####......it's...it's....."
The bartender screamed as the man's head change into that of a Jackal, and dropped his gun. Two shots hit him directly in the heart, followed by a hail of bullets throughout the entire bar. The small building was soaked in blood. No survivors, no witnesses. No risks. Just how Shenti liked it.
He pushed away one of the bodies slumped against the floor, which in turn knocked another one. The sound startled him, and he let off several shots into the corpse. When he was sure it was dead, he left the bar into the dead of night.....
[OOC: Edited for Signature lolz...]
Cairo, Egypt
"The sun is hot. Come, get a drink!"
The bartender looked at the strange man. He moved in a strange way, almost....slinking across the floor. He sat down heavily on the seat, which was sticky from the sweat of hundreds of other patrons. The bartender put on his biggest smile, and double checked the pistol he had concealed under the bar.
"What'll you be having?"
Both beady eyes looked at the old man, who suddenly felt something very strange....dread? The man spoke in a very raspy voice, the ones used by old soldiers who've seen far to much death to be sane anymore.
"The strongest you have, anything strong..."
Reaching behind him, the bartender pulled off the strongest thing he had, a specialty Vodka imported diretly from Siberia. The bar was famous for it, since the drink itself was 60% pure Alcohol. Each patron was only allowed to drink once shot glass, but that was still the equivalent of 10 USD. The bartender took a glass, and poured it. A wiry hand grabbed the whole thing.
"I'll need it all. How much?"
The bartender tried to think of how much for the bottle. He estimated about $2000. But, just for his special guest....
"You can have it for $4000 dollars."
The man finished a long drink of the bottle, and then pulled a pendant from his traveling bags. It was decorated with a Scarab, colored with precious stones.
"How many bottle of this do you have in the back?"
The bartender starred in shock at the piece. He rushed to the back and pulled out the remaining five bottles. The man grabbed each delicately, and placed them in a seperate bag he was carrying. He ruffled inside his robes for a minute, and pulled out an Khalashnikov 74. The bartender pulled out his pistol.
"What the hell you trying to pull boy! Walking into my bar with that much firepower!"
The entire bar looked at the fight that was going on. Both guns where aimed at each other's head. The bartender was sweating. The other figure was looking....strange.
"Anubis.....Holy #####......it's...it's....."
The bartender screamed as the man's head change into that of a Jackal, and dropped his gun. Two shots hit him directly in the heart, followed by a hail of bullets throughout the entire bar. The small building was soaked in blood. No survivors, no witnesses. No risks. Just how Shenti liked it.
He pushed away one of the bodies slumped against the floor, which in turn knocked another one. The sound startled him, and he let off several shots into the corpse. When he was sure it was dead, he left the bar into the dead of night.....
[OOC: Edited for Signature lolz...]
Amidst the shouting and overall loud chatter of voices in the bar, Isesi found herself able to think without disruption. It was surprising to have placed herself in an environment such as this, for she found she quite liked to be left alone in silence.
Shifting in her seat at the table in the corner, she leaned back. Normally she had a deadly stiletto slung around her back, but at the current moment she didn’t think it was necessary, especially with so many civilians in the area. Of course, she had no real qualms about killing somebody, civilian or not (unless, however, they were a child younger than seven), for she found a certain...artistic nature to it. She felt a satisfaction in watching a mundane’s life seep away from their eyes. Isesi considered it a release from their present mornings, or perhaps she did it because it tormented her to see them be released when she could not.
The only part she detested on the matter was that she was not allowed to eat the meat. It went against her nature to do that, but since she usually occupied her human form, she felt it to be cannibalism otherwise. Indeed it would be, which is why she refrained from doing it. Mainly however, it can be deduced that her main reason for killing was her hunter’s instinct. There was no other actual reason for the lust for blood.
Stirring the stew in front of her, she took a spoonful and held it to her nose, sniffing it. She had ordered more meat to be put in it rather than vegetables, and she seemed to have gotten her wish. Putting the spoon down, she pulled down her hood. Long, silky red hair fell down over her shoulders. She pulled it back in a somewhat wild fashion, leaving strands hanging in her eyes or even behind her ears. The hair that had been pulled back was in a bun fashion, yet the hair seemed to stick out of it at all angles much like porcupine quills.
Picking up the bowl, she hungrily devoured her soup, the spoon moving like a blur. Soon it hit the bottom of the bowl, signifying it was empty. Isesi placed it back down on the table, finding she was still hungry. Though the stew was satisfying, she wanted something more...fullfilling.
Standing up, she walked to the door which was presently being blocked by an arguing couple. Isesi slipped her thin frame through behind the woman. Falling to the shadows cast off by buildings immediately upon her exit, she headed ‘home’ to the hotel she was lodging at for the evening.
Despite her age and being mistaken for a college student, she had never gone to a university nor stayed in a dorm or apartment. She had what she considered to be more important issues at hand. There was a man somewhere out there who had done her a great disservice. Feeling the index finger of her right hand, or at least what was left of it, she growled. He had humiliated her, though no one else was around, and she wanted to exact her vengeance upon him. Thus, she had decided the Arcadian would die next she met him.
Shifting in her seat at the table in the corner, she leaned back. Normally she had a deadly stiletto slung around her back, but at the current moment she didn’t think it was necessary, especially with so many civilians in the area. Of course, she had no real qualms about killing somebody, civilian or not (unless, however, they were a child younger than seven), for she found a certain...artistic nature to it. She felt a satisfaction in watching a mundane’s life seep away from their eyes. Isesi considered it a release from their present mornings, or perhaps she did it because it tormented her to see them be released when she could not.
The only part she detested on the matter was that she was not allowed to eat the meat. It went against her nature to do that, but since she usually occupied her human form, she felt it to be cannibalism otherwise. Indeed it would be, which is why she refrained from doing it. Mainly however, it can be deduced that her main reason for killing was her hunter’s instinct. There was no other actual reason for the lust for blood.
Stirring the stew in front of her, she took a spoonful and held it to her nose, sniffing it. She had ordered more meat to be put in it rather than vegetables, and she seemed to have gotten her wish. Putting the spoon down, she pulled down her hood. Long, silky red hair fell down over her shoulders. She pulled it back in a somewhat wild fashion, leaving strands hanging in her eyes or even behind her ears. The hair that had been pulled back was in a bun fashion, yet the hair seemed to stick out of it at all angles much like porcupine quills.
Picking up the bowl, she hungrily devoured her soup, the spoon moving like a blur. Soon it hit the bottom of the bowl, signifying it was empty. Isesi placed it back down on the table, finding she was still hungry. Though the stew was satisfying, she wanted something more...fullfilling.
Standing up, she walked to the door which was presently being blocked by an arguing couple. Isesi slipped her thin frame through behind the woman. Falling to the shadows cast off by buildings immediately upon her exit, she headed ‘home’ to the hotel she was lodging at for the evening.
Despite her age and being mistaken for a college student, she had never gone to a university nor stayed in a dorm or apartment. She had what she considered to be more important issues at hand. There was a man somewhere out there who had done her a great disservice. Feeling the index finger of her right hand, or at least what was left of it, she growled. He had humiliated her, though no one else was around, and she wanted to exact her vengeance upon him. Thus, she had decided the Arcadian would die next she met him.
The cloying jasmine scented air was giving him one hell of a nasty headache. Though the emotions rippling along the breeze weren't helping. They clawed at his very temples, fed off his beating heart....they exhausted him. Half way through the night and he was already ready to simply fall to the dead comforting silence of sleep.
Anu turned a corner and was assulted by such a strong wave of malice that he had to stop in his tracks. Revenge....hatred.....murder on the mind.... It swirled from one being. He lifted his black eyes to gaze at the departing Katagarian female as she exited the bar. It did not suprise him to realize her species...after all, most Katagarians he'd met had nothing but their next kill to contemplate. Part of him was intrigued and the rest knew far better than to accost the female even in a friendly manner.
He stayed on his side of the street, watching as she walked gracefully away.....wondering all the while who was the object of the emotions his empathiac body had picked up.
~~~~~~~~~
Sanctuary bustled as it did every night. To the average visitor it looked like nothing more than a biker bar, albit a stylish one. The floor was open, the bar stretched the length of the back wall its smooth black surface shining beckoningly from the moment you walked in the door. Above on the lofted second floor, tables, chairs, pool tables and shadowy corners reigned in a smoky haze. Humans came for the flowing alcohol, the gambling at highstakes, to drink, to f***, to play....yet those who did the best of all three were very rarely if ever human. Prowling the floors was a dangerous mix of species better left unknown to its human patrons.
Sentinals flanked every doorway. As much for the protection of their own kind, as for the protect of the human beings. About the time one wandered into the Peltiers house that adjoined the club and saw tumbling playful bear cubs rolling around the floors, or the dragon sleeping in the attic....well better safe than sorry really. There was also the danger of letting something out of one of the many soundproof steel enforced rooms that were there to stash dangerous and usually over intoxicated Arcadians or Katagaria in.
Talon sauntered in, and waved quickly to Mama and Papa Peltier who were conversing with their eldest son. After he saw their wave back he saddled up to the bar where Colt, a Katagarian Leopard, was tending bar.
"Talon"
"Hey Colt, feel a bit like scotch tonight....without the human hair preferably. You do know that you weres have got the weirdest slang right?"
Colt laughed softly and poured a scotch so strong that it nearly made Talon's eyes water.
"Cheers, Celt" Colt said as he took a shot for himself, and then went back to work.
Anu turned a corner and was assulted by such a strong wave of malice that he had to stop in his tracks. Revenge....hatred.....murder on the mind.... It swirled from one being. He lifted his black eyes to gaze at the departing Katagarian female as she exited the bar. It did not suprise him to realize her species...after all, most Katagarians he'd met had nothing but their next kill to contemplate. Part of him was intrigued and the rest knew far better than to accost the female even in a friendly manner.
He stayed on his side of the street, watching as she walked gracefully away.....wondering all the while who was the object of the emotions his empathiac body had picked up.
~~~~~~~~~
Sanctuary bustled as it did every night. To the average visitor it looked like nothing more than a biker bar, albit a stylish one. The floor was open, the bar stretched the length of the back wall its smooth black surface shining beckoningly from the moment you walked in the door. Above on the lofted second floor, tables, chairs, pool tables and shadowy corners reigned in a smoky haze. Humans came for the flowing alcohol, the gambling at highstakes, to drink, to f***, to play....yet those who did the best of all three were very rarely if ever human. Prowling the floors was a dangerous mix of species better left unknown to its human patrons.
Sentinals flanked every doorway. As much for the protection of their own kind, as for the protect of the human beings. About the time one wandered into the Peltiers house that adjoined the club and saw tumbling playful bear cubs rolling around the floors, or the dragon sleeping in the attic....well better safe than sorry really. There was also the danger of letting something out of one of the many soundproof steel enforced rooms that were there to stash dangerous and usually over intoxicated Arcadians or Katagaria in.
Talon sauntered in, and waved quickly to Mama and Papa Peltier who were conversing with their eldest son. After he saw their wave back he saddled up to the bar where Colt, a Katagarian Leopard, was tending bar.
"Talon"
"Hey Colt, feel a bit like scotch tonight....without the human hair preferably. You do know that you weres have got the weirdest slang right?"
Colt laughed softly and poured a scotch so strong that it nearly made Talon's eyes water.
"Cheers, Celt" Colt said as he took a shot for himself, and then went back to work.
Piers toyed with the wolf claw which hung around his neck on a silver chain. He still filled with anger as he remembered that moment in time. It had been an utter nightmare and devastation to him as he watched helplessly as his brother was murdered in front of his eyes. He had done what he could to try and kill the wolf, for he knew it, or she rather, was a Katagaria. There had been no provocation for her to do what she did, and Piers wanted to see justice done! He couldn’t sit by and just watch as she took out more of his brethren. The next time he found her he would exact his vengence by killing her then and there.
However, thoughts of her and revenge would have to be held off for a while. Having taken refuge in the Sanctuary, which was at this point little more than a bar, Piers had come to relax. There would be no conflict between Arcadian and Katagaria here, especially since there were mundanes about. This was a safe haven for him, a place he could come to without the fear of failure looming over him. Constantly he worried about dying before he got his hands on that...
Abrubtly taking his mind off that matter, he exited the bar area and went into an adjoining room. He spotted a couple of bear cubs playing in the corner and, without a single thought of whether they were his kind or Katagaria, he approached them. Memory upon memory flooded upon him then as he once more recalled his older brother. How many cold nights had they spent locked indoors, tumbling about the house as humans then, when they finally became angry with the other, simply fought it out as bear cubs? Time and again they had such struggles until they finaly came up with a way to find out who was the strongest. Thus one game turned into a fight, which then lef to finding out who had male dominance.
Piers smiled to himself. They had been silly as all adolescent males were. In the end, however, none of their mock fights amounted to anything. His brother was dead and she was not. Anger boiled up in him at the thought of it. His brother had proven himself the strongest time after time, yet a woman was able to kill him without a problem. His brother should not have been the one who died, it should have been him. He, Piers, who had lost miserably in every fight against his brother should not have been the one to walk away alive. Nor should he have been able to inflict damage on the female when his brother could not.
It was too ironic for Piers to be happy. He, the incapable one of the family, would kill the Katagaria; could kill them. So why was he still alive? Why was he still in this bloody bar when he should be out there ripping apart that Katagaria’s life?
You came here to relax, Piers reminded himself. So why don’t I? Why is it the only thing I can think about is her? I swear I’ll make her wish she’d never been born. A glimmer of anger swept through Piers’ eyes, but he vanquished the thoughts as best he could. Without further ado, he changed into his bear form. Shaggy, brown fur hung down, and he easily reached up to six feet. Playfully tussling with the cubs, he smiled to himself, but soon became angry inside. She will die.
--- --- ---
Turning on the lights in her small hotel room, she locked the door. Opening the bathroom door, she checked around the bath and behind the toilet. Good, no one hiding in here. Turning off the bathroom light, she proceeded to looking under the bed and its covers. After checking every teeny tiny possible place for someone, or some thing, to hide, she shrugged out of the cloak she had been wearing.
Sitting down on the bed near the pillows with a slight bounce, she slung her legs over the covers. Stretching them out in front of her, she rubbed her hands from her thighs all the way down to her bare feet without bending her knees. With her hands still at her toes, she brought her shoulders back and stretched. As she felt her tense muscles loosen up, she let out a soft moan and came out of that position.
Laying on the pillows with her hands on her forehead, she let out a sigh. Life was so difficult. She really didn’t even know where to begin with her search of that infernal Arcadian. In fact, there were plenty of others she could kill, so why not ignore him for the moment and go after others? Was he really that important to her? She’d rather forget him and what he did to her entirely, so why pursue him.
Rubbing her left hand with her right, she felt her index finger that was only partially there. As a wolf, it had been her claw that was missing, but as a human it was part of her finger. Sudden emotions filled up inside of her and a tear fell down her cheek. Why am I crying?
Frustrated, she went over to the desk and turned on the computer. There were no others she could talk to online, no new emails, and nothing new on forums. She felt incredibly lonely. Why didn’t she just settle down with someone and have children? Heaven knows she loved them, but...It would be finding a man who didn’t get on her nerves. If only the right person came along...
Growling in her throat, she shut the laptop cover after logging out. Killing others was all she was apparantly good for. There was nothing or no one who cared about her. Shutting her eyes she stumbled over to the bed and fell on it. She laughed silently to herself. I need to get a life.
However, thoughts of her and revenge would have to be held off for a while. Having taken refuge in the Sanctuary, which was at this point little more than a bar, Piers had come to relax. There would be no conflict between Arcadian and Katagaria here, especially since there were mundanes about. This was a safe haven for him, a place he could come to without the fear of failure looming over him. Constantly he worried about dying before he got his hands on that...
Abrubtly taking his mind off that matter, he exited the bar area and went into an adjoining room. He spotted a couple of bear cubs playing in the corner and, without a single thought of whether they were his kind or Katagaria, he approached them. Memory upon memory flooded upon him then as he once more recalled his older brother. How many cold nights had they spent locked indoors, tumbling about the house as humans then, when they finally became angry with the other, simply fought it out as bear cubs? Time and again they had such struggles until they finaly came up with a way to find out who was the strongest. Thus one game turned into a fight, which then lef to finding out who had male dominance.
Piers smiled to himself. They had been silly as all adolescent males were. In the end, however, none of their mock fights amounted to anything. His brother was dead and she was not. Anger boiled up in him at the thought of it. His brother had proven himself the strongest time after time, yet a woman was able to kill him without a problem. His brother should not have been the one who died, it should have been him. He, Piers, who had lost miserably in every fight against his brother should not have been the one to walk away alive. Nor should he have been able to inflict damage on the female when his brother could not.
It was too ironic for Piers to be happy. He, the incapable one of the family, would kill the Katagaria; could kill them. So why was he still alive? Why was he still in this bloody bar when he should be out there ripping apart that Katagaria’s life?
You came here to relax, Piers reminded himself. So why don’t I? Why is it the only thing I can think about is her? I swear I’ll make her wish she’d never been born. A glimmer of anger swept through Piers’ eyes, but he vanquished the thoughts as best he could. Without further ado, he changed into his bear form. Shaggy, brown fur hung down, and he easily reached up to six feet. Playfully tussling with the cubs, he smiled to himself, but soon became angry inside. She will die.
--- --- ---
Turning on the lights in her small hotel room, she locked the door. Opening the bathroom door, she checked around the bath and behind the toilet. Good, no one hiding in here. Turning off the bathroom light, she proceeded to looking under the bed and its covers. After checking every teeny tiny possible place for someone, or some thing, to hide, she shrugged out of the cloak she had been wearing.
Sitting down on the bed near the pillows with a slight bounce, she slung her legs over the covers. Stretching them out in front of her, she rubbed her hands from her thighs all the way down to her bare feet without bending her knees. With her hands still at her toes, she brought her shoulders back and stretched. As she felt her tense muscles loosen up, she let out a soft moan and came out of that position.
Laying on the pillows with her hands on her forehead, she let out a sigh. Life was so difficult. She really didn’t even know where to begin with her search of that infernal Arcadian. In fact, there were plenty of others she could kill, so why not ignore him for the moment and go after others? Was he really that important to her? She’d rather forget him and what he did to her entirely, so why pursue him.
Rubbing her left hand with her right, she felt her index finger that was only partially there. As a wolf, it had been her claw that was missing, but as a human it was part of her finger. Sudden emotions filled up inside of her and a tear fell down her cheek. Why am I crying?
Frustrated, she went over to the desk and turned on the computer. There were no others she could talk to online, no new emails, and nothing new on forums. She felt incredibly lonely. Why didn’t she just settle down with someone and have children? Heaven knows she loved them, but...It would be finding a man who didn’t get on her nerves. If only the right person came along...
Growling in her throat, she shut the laptop cover after logging out. Killing others was all she was apparantly good for. There was nothing or no one who cared about her. Shutting her eyes she stumbled over to the bed and fell on it. She laughed silently to herself. I need to get a life.
Ugh.. Nothing happening? This is a shame.
Juke circled the Bar where everyone hanged out.
Might as well have a drink.
Juke circled down and landed a few feet infront of the front door. The Bar was loud with noise, bikes were parked in the front wich probably belonged to the humans. Juke began to take human form, his wings folded in and his feathers began to be replaced by fabrics of clothings. His usual attire, a white T-shirt and brown baggy pants, as well as his accessories. A man sitting on a chair attempting to be hidden by the darkness and the bikes watched him transform. Juke knew he was watching, as he did every night.
It was a Sentinal, the same Sentinal to be precise.
"You're always sitting there and trying to be hidden, but nothing gets past these eyes bud." Juke said smiling, rasing his head.
Jukes' Owl eyes began to be replaced by rounded blue ones, similar to humans, and stared at the Sentinal as he did it. Juke stood firmly, straight up and walked through the front door.
The place was packed as usual with all kinds of people. Sentinal at the doors, Katagaria's and Arcadian's, all sorts of people. Juke stood in the doorway all nonchalant and put on his sunglasses, even with human adapted eyes, the light still bothered him. Walking towards the stairs wich were opposite of the front door, a lady started to talk to Juke.
"Hey boy," She said giggling, "Aren't you a little young to be in here? "
Juke stopped and looked at the woman, Just a typical, ignorant human. Not worth the time. He though.
Juke continued what he was doing, heading for the staircase. This time without any interruptions.
Juke grabbed the handrail of the spiral staircase and walked up it to the upper floor wich was engulfed with smoke. Juke settled himself in a chair that was placed in the corner of the upper floor and began watching the guys play billiards along with poker.
"Here kid, lets play." A tall man threw Juke a poolstick.
Catching it and raising to his feet, "Hey Geeves, Hows it going?"
"Pretty good, pretty good. I still can't believe you're allowed in here, being so young."
"I told you, Geeves. My rents own the place."
"I'll break, I racked."
"Sounds fair." Replied Juke.
Geeves was an average human that Juke made friends with. He was 32 with slight muscles, a girlfriend, and his life ahead of him. Juke had convinced him that his parents owned the Bar so he didn't start questioning. They were playing Nine Ball. Geeves had first hit, and took his shot.
"You're kidding me! You hustled me." Said Juke.
Geeves had taken his first shot, and the first four balls whent into seperate holes in the pattern Nine Ball was placed, and then cleaned house.
"So much for 'playing'." Said Juke sarcasticaly. "You know Geeves, we can start hustling people, the way you play."
"I'm not much for lying or cheating." Said Geeves, Juke replied with a sarcastic cough.
"I see your point, "Geeves said laughing, "But you're a friend. It's differnt, you find it as a joke." Finished Geeves.
"We could make a lot of M-m-m-money-y-y." Said Juke. Geeves blushed, money was something he wanted most because of his girlfriend, just to impress her.
"Maybe one of these days.. or rather Nights, ha ha. Alright?" Said Geeves.
Geeves whent over to the poker table and began playing, leaving Juke at the pool table.
...Friend.. Repeated in his mind. Juke smiled and sat back down, holding onto his poolstick.
Juke circled the Bar where everyone hanged out.
Might as well have a drink.
Juke circled down and landed a few feet infront of the front door. The Bar was loud with noise, bikes were parked in the front wich probably belonged to the humans. Juke began to take human form, his wings folded in and his feathers began to be replaced by fabrics of clothings. His usual attire, a white T-shirt and brown baggy pants, as well as his accessories. A man sitting on a chair attempting to be hidden by the darkness and the bikes watched him transform. Juke knew he was watching, as he did every night.
It was a Sentinal, the same Sentinal to be precise.
"You're always sitting there and trying to be hidden, but nothing gets past these eyes bud." Juke said smiling, rasing his head.
Jukes' Owl eyes began to be replaced by rounded blue ones, similar to humans, and stared at the Sentinal as he did it. Juke stood firmly, straight up and walked through the front door.
The place was packed as usual with all kinds of people. Sentinal at the doors, Katagaria's and Arcadian's, all sorts of people. Juke stood in the doorway all nonchalant and put on his sunglasses, even with human adapted eyes, the light still bothered him. Walking towards the stairs wich were opposite of the front door, a lady started to talk to Juke.
"Hey boy," She said giggling, "Aren't you a little young to be in here? "
Juke stopped and looked at the woman, Just a typical, ignorant human. Not worth the time. He though.
Juke continued what he was doing, heading for the staircase. This time without any interruptions.
Juke grabbed the handrail of the spiral staircase and walked up it to the upper floor wich was engulfed with smoke. Juke settled himself in a chair that was placed in the corner of the upper floor and began watching the guys play billiards along with poker.
"Here kid, lets play." A tall man threw Juke a poolstick.
Catching it and raising to his feet, "Hey Geeves, Hows it going?"
"Pretty good, pretty good. I still can't believe you're allowed in here, being so young."
"I told you, Geeves. My rents own the place."
"I'll break, I racked."
"Sounds fair." Replied Juke.
Geeves was an average human that Juke made friends with. He was 32 with slight muscles, a girlfriend, and his life ahead of him. Juke had convinced him that his parents owned the Bar so he didn't start questioning. They were playing Nine Ball. Geeves had first hit, and took his shot.
"You're kidding me! You hustled me." Said Juke.
Geeves had taken his first shot, and the first four balls whent into seperate holes in the pattern Nine Ball was placed, and then cleaned house.
"So much for 'playing'." Said Juke sarcasticaly. "You know Geeves, we can start hustling people, the way you play."
"I'm not much for lying or cheating." Said Geeves, Juke replied with a sarcastic cough.
"I see your point, "Geeves said laughing, "But you're a friend. It's differnt, you find it as a joke." Finished Geeves.
"We could make a lot of M-m-m-money-y-y." Said Juke. Geeves blushed, money was something he wanted most because of his girlfriend, just to impress her.
"Maybe one of these days.. or rather Nights, ha ha. Alright?" Said Geeves.
Geeves whent over to the poker table and began playing, leaving Juke at the pool table.
...Friend.. Repeated in his mind. Juke smiled and sat back down, holding onto his poolstick.
The dark of night hid many secrets. Most of them unknown to the waking world. Teeming and seething amongst the shadows were lives better kept to the darkest recesses of the human imagination. Only a select few would see the monsters of their nightmares. College students alone often ended up as a tasty midnight snack.
Tonight already more than a few lives had been ended in such unfathomable ways. Each tragedy reflected in the perfect sky blue of one man's eyes. A tear fell like rain from that sky, for the souls taken. But though it had not been in his power to save them in life, he had in death....freeing each soul in a shower of golden ash, so that it could fly to the rewards it so justly deserved. Some souls he had kept. Now they writhed in his pocket filling the cashmere lining with their inaudiable screams. Others had been absorbed into the warm pink glow of a place he would never see again. He ran his hand through the light just as it disappeared and for a moment he almost felt warm again.
He smiled at the sudden quiet darkness that made up his life and walked towards Sanctuary. The Sentinal look wide eyed as he passed through the doors. It was not often he made such a trip. Duty and responsibility were his life, atoniment his only goal. Part would come from what he did now, the rest would be up to the one who had banished him. He smoothed the damp air from his raven colored hair, smoothed with his ringed fingers the already neat trimmed goatee...and put on the most wicked of smiles. The crowds gave him a wide path to the bar, as he had intended.
He ordered only a glass of water and took it to a table in the back cloaked in shadows. One silver ringed finger dipped into the glass as he set it upon the polished surface of the table. He swirled the liquid around letting it sink into his already cold skin. He brought the finger to his mouth and ever so slowly...as if he hadn't one care in all the world....sucked off the ruby red droplets of a sweet chardonay.
"Asperges me
Domine, hyssopo, et mundabor: lavabis me, et super nivem dealbabor.
Misere mei, Deus, secundum magnam misericordiam tuam.
Gloria Patri, et Filio, et Spiritui Sancto,
Sicut erat in principio, et nunc, et semper, et in saecula saeculorum..."
He paused and placed another droplet of wine upon his parched tongue, as if thinking about his next words...as if they were cruitial to his very existance. Perhaps they were...he wasn't sure. Not once in the nameless centuries had he been sure of the words needed. Was there no hope at all to find the right ones. For years he had screamed torment prayer after prayer. To no avail. Then he had simply stopped. No more begging, no more agonized grief over what was lost. He had understood at last so long after, that this, was meant to be. It was part of the plan. His actions on behalf of mankind in his youth, had cost him the thing most dear to him in all existance, yet it would be the very key to saving them now. The rules said he could not interfer with their actions himself, but rules were meant to be broken...and what else could they do to him now anyway.
With reverance he spoke as a man who finds water in a drought, whispered as if for the shadows alone.
"Amen"
He chuckled and picked up the glass to take a cool refreshing gulp of ice cold water.
"For me? You really shouldn't have." Ash's soft voice held the tinest tinge of fear. The words he had heard spoken were never to be spoken lightly, especially by a man who had seen them and the power they held created.
"Perhaps I said them for myself, meus amicus" He motioned to the chair opposite him, and smiled lightly as Ash took a seat.
"I thought you were busy playing games, Acheron...what brings you here?"
"Computer games are distracting for a time, but not for long enough. And its not often you and your kind pay us a visit...how could I resist the temptation." Acheron chuckled. His quicksilver eyes looked at the glass held in the man's long elegant hands.
"A good year, Lucifer?" Ash motioned to the water.
The liquid swirled into the color of blood, like the very same that ran through his veins. The fallen angel took a deep draught as if savoring it, giving time for the hole in his hand to stop gaping and weeping crimson.
"Valde optimus annus, Acheron"
The very best year, Acheron.
Tonight already more than a few lives had been ended in such unfathomable ways. Each tragedy reflected in the perfect sky blue of one man's eyes. A tear fell like rain from that sky, for the souls taken. But though it had not been in his power to save them in life, he had in death....freeing each soul in a shower of golden ash, so that it could fly to the rewards it so justly deserved. Some souls he had kept. Now they writhed in his pocket filling the cashmere lining with their inaudiable screams. Others had been absorbed into the warm pink glow of a place he would never see again. He ran his hand through the light just as it disappeared and for a moment he almost felt warm again.
He smiled at the sudden quiet darkness that made up his life and walked towards Sanctuary. The Sentinal look wide eyed as he passed through the doors. It was not often he made such a trip. Duty and responsibility were his life, atoniment his only goal. Part would come from what he did now, the rest would be up to the one who had banished him. He smoothed the damp air from his raven colored hair, smoothed with his ringed fingers the already neat trimmed goatee...and put on the most wicked of smiles. The crowds gave him a wide path to the bar, as he had intended.
He ordered only a glass of water and took it to a table in the back cloaked in shadows. One silver ringed finger dipped into the glass as he set it upon the polished surface of the table. He swirled the liquid around letting it sink into his already cold skin. He brought the finger to his mouth and ever so slowly...as if he hadn't one care in all the world....sucked off the ruby red droplets of a sweet chardonay.
"Asperges me
Domine, hyssopo, et mundabor: lavabis me, et super nivem dealbabor.
Misere mei, Deus, secundum magnam misericordiam tuam.
Gloria Patri, et Filio, et Spiritui Sancto,
Sicut erat in principio, et nunc, et semper, et in saecula saeculorum..."
He paused and placed another droplet of wine upon his parched tongue, as if thinking about his next words...as if they were cruitial to his very existance. Perhaps they were...he wasn't sure. Not once in the nameless centuries had he been sure of the words needed. Was there no hope at all to find the right ones. For years he had screamed torment prayer after prayer. To no avail. Then he had simply stopped. No more begging, no more agonized grief over what was lost. He had understood at last so long after, that this, was meant to be. It was part of the plan. His actions on behalf of mankind in his youth, had cost him the thing most dear to him in all existance, yet it would be the very key to saving them now. The rules said he could not interfer with their actions himself, but rules were meant to be broken...and what else could they do to him now anyway.
With reverance he spoke as a man who finds water in a drought, whispered as if for the shadows alone.
"Amen"
He chuckled and picked up the glass to take a cool refreshing gulp of ice cold water.
"For me? You really shouldn't have." Ash's soft voice held the tinest tinge of fear. The words he had heard spoken were never to be spoken lightly, especially by a man who had seen them and the power they held created.
"Perhaps I said them for myself, meus amicus" He motioned to the chair opposite him, and smiled lightly as Ash took a seat.
"I thought you were busy playing games, Acheron...what brings you here?"
"Computer games are distracting for a time, but not for long enough. And its not often you and your kind pay us a visit...how could I resist the temptation." Acheron chuckled. His quicksilver eyes looked at the glass held in the man's long elegant hands.
"A good year, Lucifer?" Ash motioned to the water.
The liquid swirled into the color of blood, like the very same that ran through his veins. The fallen angel took a deep draught as if savoring it, giving time for the hole in his hand to stop gaping and weeping crimson.
"Valde optimus annus, Acheron"
The very best year, Acheron.
((OOC: Yea, Okay Anna, Who's talking with eachother; Ash and Acheron <-same person Or Ash and Lucifer?)
Juke set up another round of billiards and started a game with himself, this time is was 8ball. Juke broke and nothing whent in the first time. Damn you Geeve's, I'll never get it how you do it, no matter how long I live, Juke smiled to himself. Minutes past, the number of billiards decreased until he was about half done and eventualy placed his stick down, giving up. Juke joined Geeve's at the poker table, they were smoking cigars and exchanging jokes along with playing poker, of course. Juke pulled up a chair but only watched, having no luck when it comes to card games. A man sitting to the right of Geeve's (Juke one Geeve's left) was trying to pressure him into smoking a cigar.
"Comon' Man! What have you got to lose, your all going to die anyway, ha ha." He said
Geeve's didn't catch onto what the guy meant, but Juke did.
"Look, for the last time," Geeve's was obviously aggrivated by the man waving it infront of him, "The Mrs's will kill me if I smoke. So Please Stop." The man continued to antogonize him. "Please Stop." Geeve's repeated, but the guy kept at it. Juke leaned over and grabbed the cigar, and snapped it into two.
"Hey! That was a cuban you little Fu**ing punk!"
"He said stop more than he had too. He even said please, " Juke lowed his shades and looked the antognist guy sqaure in the eye's. Juke quickly changed his eyes from Human to Owl, telling the man he knew what he was up too. Continuing, "Now sit down, shut up, and play. Or else." Finished Juke, putting back on his green shades. Geeve's looked at him strangely, Juke returned his glace and smiled. The man stopped bothering him.
The door to the bar opened, Juke couldn't see who it was because of the side pannel of the upperfloor, but he didn't need too. A heavey smell of death walked in. Juke smiled, About time something more interesting happend. I wonder who it is, ha ha. Juke got up and walked to the spiral staircase, sat on the railling, and slid down. Juke landed on the wooden floor feet first, instead of his usual head-first landing. What the hell??! Everyone in the bar had stopped to clear a way for this man, He's too ugly to be Jesus.. They must fear him..... yup. Juke thought and smiled.
Juke used the open space of the crowd to safely navigate to the bar and situated himself on a stool. The tender didn't move an inch, he just did like the rest of the people on the main floor, he watched the new guy. Juke ignored him and looked at the bar tender, "Let me get a-" The new guy sat on the stool next to him. "Water." He said. As if the Bar tender was only listened to him, he sprang back to life and started fumbling with the glasses and sink.
Juke's shades lowered on his nose, revealing his eyes to only the new guy because he was the only one who was above him and near him. Juke looked at him in confusion. Who the hell is he? The new guy turned to Juke and met his gaze. The hairs on the back of his neck rose. And why do I fear him...? Juke winked, as if nothing happend. He did the same, and smiled too, realizing his eyes. A cold shiver ran down Jukes' back at that moment. The man got up and seated himself at a table in the corner, a dark corner, Juke ignored him at this point. His mothers voice ran through his mind, .."Be Fearless..." Juke felt ashamed that the new guy ran fear through him. Juke slammed his fists onto the table to snap the bar tender back into the waking world.
"Bloody Mary, and make it hard!" Juke ordered to the bar tender. The Bar slowly began to become its normal self, I want to be feared like that! Who is he to be feared like that! Juke turned to see the new guy once again, however, when Juke turned around, the enw guy was already looking at him and raised his glass to him. Wich was now red. He ordered.. and received water, how could he have..? The bar tender tapped Juke's shoulder, and whispered into his ear, "Don't mess with that guy. He's real trouble when pissed off." Juke turned around,
"Who is that guy anyway?"
"Some call him the fallen angel, but hes most known as Lucifer." Replied the bar tender.
"Yea.. and?" Said Juke sarcasticaly.
"Let's just say he's been around for a long time."
"Is he a good fighter?"
"In all of our opinions, the best."
"It can't be all if he aint got mine." Said Juke angered.
Juke spun his stool around and leaped off with his drink, as red as the man in the corners and pushed his shades up on his nose. Lets go see who the f*** he is. Walking over his way.
Juke set up another round of billiards and started a game with himself, this time is was 8ball. Juke broke and nothing whent in the first time. Damn you Geeve's, I'll never get it how you do it, no matter how long I live, Juke smiled to himself. Minutes past, the number of billiards decreased until he was about half done and eventualy placed his stick down, giving up. Juke joined Geeve's at the poker table, they were smoking cigars and exchanging jokes along with playing poker, of course. Juke pulled up a chair but only watched, having no luck when it comes to card games. A man sitting to the right of Geeve's (Juke one Geeve's left) was trying to pressure him into smoking a cigar.
"Comon' Man! What have you got to lose, your all going to die anyway, ha ha." He said
Geeve's didn't catch onto what the guy meant, but Juke did.
"Look, for the last time," Geeve's was obviously aggrivated by the man waving it infront of him, "The Mrs's will kill me if I smoke. So Please Stop." The man continued to antogonize him. "Please Stop." Geeve's repeated, but the guy kept at it. Juke leaned over and grabbed the cigar, and snapped it into two.
"Hey! That was a cuban you little Fu**ing punk!"
"He said stop more than he had too. He even said please, " Juke lowed his shades and looked the antognist guy sqaure in the eye's. Juke quickly changed his eyes from Human to Owl, telling the man he knew what he was up too. Continuing, "Now sit down, shut up, and play. Or else." Finished Juke, putting back on his green shades. Geeve's looked at him strangely, Juke returned his glace and smiled. The man stopped bothering him.
The door to the bar opened, Juke couldn't see who it was because of the side pannel of the upperfloor, but he didn't need too. A heavey smell of death walked in. Juke smiled, About time something more interesting happend. I wonder who it is, ha ha. Juke got up and walked to the spiral staircase, sat on the railling, and slid down. Juke landed on the wooden floor feet first, instead of his usual head-first landing. What the hell??! Everyone in the bar had stopped to clear a way for this man, He's too ugly to be Jesus.. They must fear him..... yup. Juke thought and smiled.
Juke used the open space of the crowd to safely navigate to the bar and situated himself on a stool. The tender didn't move an inch, he just did like the rest of the people on the main floor, he watched the new guy. Juke ignored him and looked at the bar tender, "Let me get a-" The new guy sat on the stool next to him. "Water." He said. As if the Bar tender was only listened to him, he sprang back to life and started fumbling with the glasses and sink.
Juke's shades lowered on his nose, revealing his eyes to only the new guy because he was the only one who was above him and near him. Juke looked at him in confusion. Who the hell is he? The new guy turned to Juke and met his gaze. The hairs on the back of his neck rose. And why do I fear him...? Juke winked, as if nothing happend. He did the same, and smiled too, realizing his eyes. A cold shiver ran down Jukes' back at that moment. The man got up and seated himself at a table in the corner, a dark corner, Juke ignored him at this point. His mothers voice ran through his mind, .."Be Fearless..." Juke felt ashamed that the new guy ran fear through him. Juke slammed his fists onto the table to snap the bar tender back into the waking world.
"Bloody Mary, and make it hard!" Juke ordered to the bar tender. The Bar slowly began to become its normal self, I want to be feared like that! Who is he to be feared like that! Juke turned to see the new guy once again, however, when Juke turned around, the enw guy was already looking at him and raised his glass to him. Wich was now red. He ordered.. and received water, how could he have..? The bar tender tapped Juke's shoulder, and whispered into his ear, "Don't mess with that guy. He's real trouble when pissed off." Juke turned around,
"Who is that guy anyway?"
"Some call him the fallen angel, but hes most known as Lucifer." Replied the bar tender.
"Yea.. and?" Said Juke sarcasticaly.
"Let's just say he's been around for a long time."
"Is he a good fighter?"
"In all of our opinions, the best."
"It can't be all if he aint got mine." Said Juke angered.
Juke spun his stool around and leaped off with his drink, as red as the man in the corners and pushed his shades up on his nose. Lets go see who the f*** he is. Walking over his way.
"What are you doing here, Lucifer?"
Ash suddenly looked tired, as if all the weight of the world had fallen on his shoulders in this one moment. Lucifer felt sorry for him, and wished that he could take some of the weight away. After all, it wasn't fair that this man had to deal with all the world's worries alone. He'd been suffering since he was born. Yet the fallen angel was amazed that it had not done the damage to Ash that it would have done to anyone else. Acheron bore his fate with grace and strength, he did not punish existance simply because it punished him, he existed now to help and ease the suffering of others. He would make one hell of a god when he chose to be so.
"Its rare I venture up here. But something is wrong, Acheron. I've got demons in hell who've never seen the light of day talking about galavanting around in the moonlight. The damned whispering of rebellion and freedom." Stress and pain crossed the angel's handsome face. Ash's face became a hard mask, no emotions where readable.
"The seven are roaming the Earth as we speak. Your not allowed to meddle in the affairs of humans, you are watchers, slayers of rogue gods...no more, no less." Acheron looked scared as he spoke the words hoping for once his all seeing mind was wrong, and he saw the truth etched in Lucifer's eyes. There was no misconception. Only that seven of the most powerful creatures known to the gods were on this plane....for good or ill.
"There are eight. Though I have fallen I still rule among them." his eyes begged forgiveness.
"Name them." Ash demanded in some otherworldly whisper. And for a moment Lucifer saw the god that hid behind the Dark-Hunter.
"Micheal who leads them, Gabriel who fights and speaks for them, Azrael who brings death, Raziel who knows all, Raphael who protects the innocent, Uriel who offers hope, and Rasuil who watches over us." Lucifer intoned as if reciting a particularly bad poem.
"And you?" Ash whispered, afraid to hear the answer.
"I judge them, and forgive them...I am the light of God" he seemed so very heartbroken with those last words. And with them Acheron who did not often give into his temper, for the consequences were often dire if he did, swore so angrily that the glass in Lucifer's hand shattered. Water flowed over the table surface and they could, even in all the noise around them, heard the dripping of it on the floor. Lucifer brushed the glass away to join the water on the floor. It was then in that silent akward moment between them that they noticed the Owl.
Lucifer focused the sky blue of his eyes upon the Katagarian. "Hello little brother, won't you come sit?" he said so very politely and with a soft welcoming smile.
Ash suddenly looked tired, as if all the weight of the world had fallen on his shoulders in this one moment. Lucifer felt sorry for him, and wished that he could take some of the weight away. After all, it wasn't fair that this man had to deal with all the world's worries alone. He'd been suffering since he was born. Yet the fallen angel was amazed that it had not done the damage to Ash that it would have done to anyone else. Acheron bore his fate with grace and strength, he did not punish existance simply because it punished him, he existed now to help and ease the suffering of others. He would make one hell of a god when he chose to be so.
"Its rare I venture up here. But something is wrong, Acheron. I've got demons in hell who've never seen the light of day talking about galavanting around in the moonlight. The damned whispering of rebellion and freedom." Stress and pain crossed the angel's handsome face. Ash's face became a hard mask, no emotions where readable.
"The seven are roaming the Earth as we speak. Your not allowed to meddle in the affairs of humans, you are watchers, slayers of rogue gods...no more, no less." Acheron looked scared as he spoke the words hoping for once his all seeing mind was wrong, and he saw the truth etched in Lucifer's eyes. There was no misconception. Only that seven of the most powerful creatures known to the gods were on this plane....for good or ill.
"There are eight. Though I have fallen I still rule among them." his eyes begged forgiveness.
"Name them." Ash demanded in some otherworldly whisper. And for a moment Lucifer saw the god that hid behind the Dark-Hunter.
"Micheal who leads them, Gabriel who fights and speaks for them, Azrael who brings death, Raziel who knows all, Raphael who protects the innocent, Uriel who offers hope, and Rasuil who watches over us." Lucifer intoned as if reciting a particularly bad poem.
"And you?" Ash whispered, afraid to hear the answer.
"I judge them, and forgive them...I am the light of God" he seemed so very heartbroken with those last words. And with them Acheron who did not often give into his temper, for the consequences were often dire if he did, swore so angrily that the glass in Lucifer's hand shattered. Water flowed over the table surface and they could, even in all the noise around them, heard the dripping of it on the floor. Lucifer brushed the glass away to join the water on the floor. It was then in that silent akward moment between them that they noticed the Owl.
Lucifer focused the sky blue of his eyes upon the Katagarian. "Hello little brother, won't you come sit?" he said so very politely and with a soft welcoming smile.
Isesi twisted and turned underneath the bed covers. It had been so long since she last had a decent night’s sleep. She spent most of the time cold and sweating, trying to wake up from the nightmares but quite unable to. When she would wake up at night, she knew she was awake, but her body would not respond to her. No matter how much she tried to move her limbs, however hard she felt she was moving them, they would not budge. She fought sleep as it attacked her in that mode. She was always caught between the waking world and the unconscious. Funny, tickling sensations would prick her neck, but she could not move to try and make them go away. Voices would whisper in her ears, but she was victim to them. Whether they were real or not was unknown to her, the only thing she knew was that she heard them loud and clear and whatever they were there for, it was not to make her life easy.
In fact, Isesi feared sleep because of this. It took her at least three tries every day, sometimes it took longer just to shake off these horrible feelings, to be able to lie awake and in control. She averaged at least three hours of sleep a night, sometimes she was lucky and got more. However, when she was in her current state, not able to wake nor able to sleep, the sleep she recieved was not at all refreasing or comforting. It was torture, plain and simple.
Struggling to move, Isesi heard groans escape her lips. She felt pricks on her neck and she could feel her body twitching in the bed, but there was nothing she could do about it. The pain of it all overwhelmed her, but she did not want to give up. The voices were laughing at her, mocking her. She could hear screams of her past victims, screams of her own fears. They were so loud in her ears, she just wished they would go away. Let me go, let me go...Move, body! I’m...in...control! But her eyes snapped shut and her body stiffened as she drifted off again into nightmares.
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Piers was quite surprised at the sudden cold feeling he felt in his heart. He had been angry at the female, yes, but this coldness...He did not know how to describe it...It felt as if there was someone quite unpleasent who had just entered the bar...Leaving the little bear cubs to their game, he transformed back into his birth form, his human form. Walking into the adjoining room, he stayed near the shadows, observing. Why is...he here?
In fact, Isesi feared sleep because of this. It took her at least three tries every day, sometimes it took longer just to shake off these horrible feelings, to be able to lie awake and in control. She averaged at least three hours of sleep a night, sometimes she was lucky and got more. However, when she was in her current state, not able to wake nor able to sleep, the sleep she recieved was not at all refreasing or comforting. It was torture, plain and simple.
Struggling to move, Isesi heard groans escape her lips. She felt pricks on her neck and she could feel her body twitching in the bed, but there was nothing she could do about it. The pain of it all overwhelmed her, but she did not want to give up. The voices were laughing at her, mocking her. She could hear screams of her past victims, screams of her own fears. They were so loud in her ears, she just wished they would go away. Let me go, let me go...Move, body! I’m...in...control! But her eyes snapped shut and her body stiffened as she drifted off again into nightmares.
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Piers was quite surprised at the sudden cold feeling he felt in his heart. He had been angry at the female, yes, but this coldness...He did not know how to describe it...It felt as if there was someone quite unpleasent who had just entered the bar...Leaving the little bear cubs to their game, he transformed back into his birth form, his human form. Walking into the adjoining room, he stayed near the shadows, observing. Why is...he here?
Acheron unconciously echoed Piers thoughts. Why are you here? As he watched Lucifer, a man whos very name inspired fear in many a man and woman, he was struck by how unfrightening he truly was. If one looked close enough they would see that the death that clung to him was not his doing, that the aura of pure menace was erected only to hide the profoundly deep sadness. Centuries and myth had not been kind to the man seated before him. At some point his true story had been pushed to the side, and he himself had been confused with a fallen angel who had truly deserved his fall.
Centuries had passed since God had created the angels.
Creatures perfect in face and form, with voices like sweet bells, who loved unconditionally. God sent his angels to earth, to mingle with the humans He had created. He sent them to bestow the beauty of heaven on humans.
What He did not fathom was what His angels would learn. Humans taught God's perfect creatures lust...hatred...greed...anger ...envy....and sorrow. They taught the angels to be human. God saw the imperfections, and grew angry.
Since he could not destroy the powerful creatures whom He had created....He decided to destroy the ones who had tainted them.
Angels came to the defense of mankind. Lucifer, God's favorite and most beloved led them. He fought against God's wrath, fought for the families that they had created with human lovers. Enraged that His beloved angels would so betray them...He led those to scared to be so disloyal against them. The two armies clashed in the heavens above for weeks unending, with humans cowering below the storm waiting to see what fate awaited them.
But in the midst of the battle, seeing an opportunity...Sammael, an angel with hair red as blood, tried to throw God from His heavenly throne. He did not forsee that though the angels fought for humankind against God, they banded together to stop Sammael and his followers. His battle was quickly lost, and He the Dark angel was thrown to hell, wings shorn from his body now twisted and deformed with hatred and a black soul. It was Sammael...Satan....who ruled hell.....Not Lucifer, the light of God.
But at the end of the fighting. Mankind was saved. God could not take away the emotions that his angels had learned, and He grew weary of fighting for something so unchangeable. Yet those that had dared to fight had to be punished and punished they were....
For daring to question the command of God, Lucifer and all those that had fought for humankind were thrown from heaven. Banished from its very light. Many chose to cut their very wings from their bodies, and so live and die as humans themselves. Yet as a greater punishment for Lucifer who had led them, his wife and children were taken, murdered by the hand of God and taken to heaven where he would never again be able to see them...and he was left with nothing for which to live or die. So instead was given the task of judging the souls of accused beings and delivering those guilty of crimes to Hell.
For his great sacrifice, mankind was saved. And yet they were cheated, for God took his angels from the world and said to them all that they would be watchers of humankind, but never could they walk among them again.
Not obviously that many of them listened to those rules thought Ash bitterly.
Lucifer chuckled under his breath as if he knew exactly what Ash was thinking....which he did.
What God does not know, He can't punish us for. Lucifer's mind spoke
Centuries had passed since God had created the angels.
Creatures perfect in face and form, with voices like sweet bells, who loved unconditionally. God sent his angels to earth, to mingle with the humans He had created. He sent them to bestow the beauty of heaven on humans.
What He did not fathom was what His angels would learn. Humans taught God's perfect creatures lust...hatred...greed...anger ...envy....and sorrow. They taught the angels to be human. God saw the imperfections, and grew angry.
Since he could not destroy the powerful creatures whom He had created....He decided to destroy the ones who had tainted them.
Angels came to the defense of mankind. Lucifer, God's favorite and most beloved led them. He fought against God's wrath, fought for the families that they had created with human lovers. Enraged that His beloved angels would so betray them...He led those to scared to be so disloyal against them. The two armies clashed in the heavens above for weeks unending, with humans cowering below the storm waiting to see what fate awaited them.
But in the midst of the battle, seeing an opportunity...Sammael, an angel with hair red as blood, tried to throw God from His heavenly throne. He did not forsee that though the angels fought for humankind against God, they banded together to stop Sammael and his followers. His battle was quickly lost, and He the Dark angel was thrown to hell, wings shorn from his body now twisted and deformed with hatred and a black soul. It was Sammael...Satan....who ruled hell.....Not Lucifer, the light of God.
But at the end of the fighting. Mankind was saved. God could not take away the emotions that his angels had learned, and He grew weary of fighting for something so unchangeable. Yet those that had dared to fight had to be punished and punished they were....
For daring to question the command of God, Lucifer and all those that had fought for humankind were thrown from heaven. Banished from its very light. Many chose to cut their very wings from their bodies, and so live and die as humans themselves. Yet as a greater punishment for Lucifer who had led them, his wife and children were taken, murdered by the hand of God and taken to heaven where he would never again be able to see them...and he was left with nothing for which to live or die. So instead was given the task of judging the souls of accused beings and delivering those guilty of crimes to Hell.
For his great sacrifice, mankind was saved. And yet they were cheated, for God took his angels from the world and said to them all that they would be watchers of humankind, but never could they walk among them again.
Not obviously that many of them listened to those rules thought Ash bitterly.
Lucifer chuckled under his breath as if he knew exactly what Ash was thinking....which he did.
What God does not know, He can't punish us for. Lucifer's mind spoke
The smell of blood reached Isesi’s nose and she welcomed it. Her prey had been most unsusptecting...Although she preferred her victim to be fully aware that she had been the one to kill them...she was completely satisfied that even though the one she killed was not aware of the fact, there was another who was...She was a cold-blooded murderer and she loved it...
Isesi forced her eyes open. Finally she could move her body now. She wasn’t caught between the waking and the sleeping world, she was fully conscious now. How did I become this way? I don’t remember...but I’ve always been this way...All life dies eventually...Am I just an instrument of death?
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Piers watched Acheron and Lucifer with interest. There had been many stories concerning the two, most of them he personally had heard of Lucifer. He judged man at the right-hand of God...he condemned my kind to hell...refused to allow us a life after death...And now he’s strewn in among us mere mortals...But at the same time, he wasn’t sure he believed these stories. Perhaps somewhere along the line they had been horribly transformed to appease the imagination?
Approaching Lucifer cautiously, Piers spoke up. He wasn’t sure if he would listen, or if he, Piers, would be discarded as a simple annoyance. “You...are a fallen angel? You condemned my kind to Hell? How true are the stories they say about you?” Of course, Piers slowly began to feel stupid for even asking such a question, but suddenly his curiousity had been piqued. This angel knew death. Perhaps even Lucifer could help him overcome his current sorrows.
Isesi forced her eyes open. Finally she could move her body now. She wasn’t caught between the waking and the sleeping world, she was fully conscious now. How did I become this way? I don’t remember...but I’ve always been this way...All life dies eventually...Am I just an instrument of death?
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Piers watched Acheron and Lucifer with interest. There had been many stories concerning the two, most of them he personally had heard of Lucifer. He judged man at the right-hand of God...he condemned my kind to hell...refused to allow us a life after death...And now he’s strewn in among us mere mortals...But at the same time, he wasn’t sure he believed these stories. Perhaps somewhere along the line they had been horribly transformed to appease the imagination?
Approaching Lucifer cautiously, Piers spoke up. He wasn’t sure if he would listen, or if he, Piers, would be discarded as a simple annoyance. “You...are a fallen angel? You condemned my kind to Hell? How true are the stories they say about you?” Of course, Piers slowly began to feel stupid for even asking such a question, but suddenly his curiousity had been piqued. This angel knew death. Perhaps even Lucifer could help him overcome his current sorrows.
The Fallen one, who had tumbled so far so long ago...looked up to the uncertain bear. His smile was simply unexpected, hiding the shock that Piers questions had alighted in him. So this is what the world thought of him then? That he was the devil, sacrificing souls good and evil alike simply for his own pleasure.
"I condemn only those that truly deserve it. And even that is rare, most times a soul burdened by the weight of its own misdeeds condemns itself. But your kind has an eternity of their own. If they ending up in our Hell, then it is no doing of mine." His blue eyes were filled with the regret of one who knew perhaps why it happened, but was powerless to stop it.
"I will speak to Sam" he winced a little as he said the name.
Acheron raised a blonde eyebrow and looked a little suprised. "Will he even bother to listen?"
"If he isn't busy raising Hell.....no pun intented...then he may. Or I might just have to threaten him."
"Did that work last time, Luc?"
"Bribe him?" Lucifer managed a small sheepish smile, to which Acheron chuckled low and nodded. "That might be much more effective"
The angel looked at Piers again. "Please sit, we seem to be amassing quite the collection of companions. Not that I mind." he offered another free seat to the bear. He watched him silently for a moment before speaking. "The stories aren't true. They belong to another. At some point we became indistiguishable to all this world. You've no need to fear me."
"I condemn only those that truly deserve it. And even that is rare, most times a soul burdened by the weight of its own misdeeds condemns itself. But your kind has an eternity of their own. If they ending up in our Hell, then it is no doing of mine." His blue eyes were filled with the regret of one who knew perhaps why it happened, but was powerless to stop it.
"I will speak to Sam" he winced a little as he said the name.
Acheron raised a blonde eyebrow and looked a little suprised. "Will he even bother to listen?"
"If he isn't busy raising Hell.....no pun intented...then he may. Or I might just have to threaten him."
"Did that work last time, Luc?"
"Bribe him?" Lucifer managed a small sheepish smile, to which Acheron chuckled low and nodded. "That might be much more effective"
The angel looked at Piers again. "Please sit, we seem to be amassing quite the collection of companions. Not that I mind." he offered another free seat to the bear. He watched him silently for a moment before speaking. "The stories aren't true. They belong to another. At some point we became indistiguishable to all this world. You've no need to fear me."
"He's not armed!" shouted one man as he pulled out his pistol, pointing it in Sean's direction. Others followed, aiming their weapons at him in the abandoned automobile workshop. "Kill him!" They all opened fire at him at once.
Hot spent casings fell to the ground and gunfire pummeled eardrums as Sean nonchalantly took bullets while placing his guitar case on the ground and opening it up. They were dumbfounded by how this man could take over fifty bullets in his body and not die, standing rooted to the ground with fear as he brandished his greatsword.
"None of you are leaving this place alive... Daimons." Without a moment's delay, he zipped across the ground and hacked off the hands of one of them, after which he turned his blade around and drove it backwards into the man's chest, positioned just right to sprint forward and hack another one in half. The remaining three were midway through reloading, when Sean spun and slashed the head clean off another one, after which he chopped the torso off and kicked the remainder of the body aside. He charged at the fourth, running him down with an elbow to the head and slamming the blade of his greatsword on the poor bastard's chest, severing it.
"Stay back! I'm warning you!" screamed the last Daimon as he chambered the round of the new magazine, shakily aiming the gun at Sean as he walked towards him, dragging the greatsword along. He backed away and fired, hitting Sean in the face.
"You're going to pay for that," hissed Sean, the burn from the bullet stinging him as it burst through the back of his head. More shots were fired at him, but none had any effect, other than destroying his expensive clothing. He lifted the greatsword, and with a short dash, plunged the blade through to the hilt into the Daimon. He pulled it upwards, cutting in half the monstrosity, and walked back to the guitar case that carried his weapons. He was getting tired of this - there was no challenge at all in fighting the same old creatures for hundreds of years. There was no way to hone his skills, and to test their limits.
Soon, he hoped, there would be a better assignment than the usual cleanup of the scum of the earth.
Hot spent casings fell to the ground and gunfire pummeled eardrums as Sean nonchalantly took bullets while placing his guitar case on the ground and opening it up. They were dumbfounded by how this man could take over fifty bullets in his body and not die, standing rooted to the ground with fear as he brandished his greatsword.
"None of you are leaving this place alive... Daimons." Without a moment's delay, he zipped across the ground and hacked off the hands of one of them, after which he turned his blade around and drove it backwards into the man's chest, positioned just right to sprint forward and hack another one in half. The remaining three were midway through reloading, when Sean spun and slashed the head clean off another one, after which he chopped the torso off and kicked the remainder of the body aside. He charged at the fourth, running him down with an elbow to the head and slamming the blade of his greatsword on the poor bastard's chest, severing it.
"Stay back! I'm warning you!" screamed the last Daimon as he chambered the round of the new magazine, shakily aiming the gun at Sean as he walked towards him, dragging the greatsword along. He backed away and fired, hitting Sean in the face.
"You're going to pay for that," hissed Sean, the burn from the bullet stinging him as it burst through the back of his head. More shots were fired at him, but none had any effect, other than destroying his expensive clothing. He lifted the greatsword, and with a short dash, plunged the blade through to the hilt into the Daimon. He pulled it upwards, cutting in half the monstrosity, and walked back to the guitar case that carried his weapons. He was getting tired of this - there was no challenge at all in fighting the same old creatures for hundreds of years. There was no way to hone his skills, and to test their limits.
Soon, he hoped, there would be a better assignment than the usual cleanup of the scum of the earth.
Piers nodded and accepted the seat presented for him by Lucifer. “If I may ask...who is this angel that I seem to have mistaken you for?” He tried to be as polite as possible in asking, for he still felt he had been rude for his previous question.
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Isesi sat up in the bed. I’m so sick of this life...What’s my purpose in this? Getting up from the bed she wandered over to her computer. She turned it on, seeing if there was anything new. There were many posts she could have made on a forum, but she hesitated to. There’s got to be more constructive things for me to do...What do any of these people care about me? What do I even care about them?
She logged off and shut it down. Looking at the clock, she saw that it was still early in the morning. Dismissing that fact regardless, she went and took a shower. After having bathed properly, she wiped her body dry with a towel and threw her clothes on the bed. Changing into her wolf form, she stretched out her limbs. So long...so long since I’ve been able to do this... Anxious to be moving again, she paced around the room, regardless of the fact it was small. Feeling depressed that she was stuck inside on a night like this, she sat in front of the window and stared out of it.
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Isesi sat up in the bed. I’m so sick of this life...What’s my purpose in this? Getting up from the bed she wandered over to her computer. She turned it on, seeing if there was anything new. There were many posts she could have made on a forum, but she hesitated to. There’s got to be more constructive things for me to do...What do any of these people care about me? What do I even care about them?
She logged off and shut it down. Looking at the clock, she saw that it was still early in the morning. Dismissing that fact regardless, she went and took a shower. After having bathed properly, she wiped her body dry with a towel and threw her clothes on the bed. Changing into her wolf form, she stretched out her limbs. So long...so long since I’ve been able to do this... Anxious to be moving again, she paced around the room, regardless of the fact it was small. Feeling depressed that she was stuck inside on a night like this, she sat in front of the window and stared out of it.
Lucifer had to chuckle at that.
"Sammael....better known to the people of this world as Satan." He laughed again as if he found the last word highly amusing. Although it was perhaps known only to himself. After all Satan was a title in both heaven and hell, and its meaning did not echo the meaning human beings had given it centuries and centuries before. Satan and their Satani were God-Slayers. Powerful beings created to destroy and absorb the powers of dangerous Gods and Goddesses.
At least humans had gotten one thing right, He was Satan....or more accurately one of many. Micheal, Gabriel, his twin Azrael...and all the rest of the archangels were Satan, and the serphim that served beneathe them were satani.
"The Devil is a better term. He is a piece of work. We just call him Sam."
"Sammael....better known to the people of this world as Satan." He laughed again as if he found the last word highly amusing. Although it was perhaps known only to himself. After all Satan was a title in both heaven and hell, and its meaning did not echo the meaning human beings had given it centuries and centuries before. Satan and their Satani were God-Slayers. Powerful beings created to destroy and absorb the powers of dangerous Gods and Goddesses.
At least humans had gotten one thing right, He was Satan....or more accurately one of many. Micheal, Gabriel, his twin Azrael...and all the rest of the archangels were Satan, and the serphim that served beneathe them were satani.
"The Devil is a better term. He is a piece of work. We just call him Sam."
"Another steamy night in the city." Stryker muttered as he quickly got dressed in his usual opened leather jacket and skin tight blue jeans. One would mistake him as a body-builder who loved fashion but truly he was a demi-god, and one with a boiling temper at that.
Another few days and he would arrive at the Sanctuary. If he could find the right daimon he would get a lead on where Acheron or if the fates really liked him he would find him there. Just thinking of meeting Acheron at the Sanctuary sent a pleasureful chill down Stryker's spine.
Soon Stryker was ready and after calling his Illuminati from Kalosis he got on his custom motorcycle he drove. Only a few more hundred miles was nothing to Stryker. He would go around the globe to find Acheron. "Only a few more days" he continuously muttered to himself.
During his drive he was cut off by a trunk-driver. This made Stryker lose his focus and his cool. As he pulled the bird on the driver, the trunk busted into flames. The trunk-driver lost control and spun into the ditch were the flames of Kalosis burned the body of the drive and vichicle. As Stryker laughed while driving faster, he heard the faint screams of teror from other drives and even the burning alive trunk-drive. He needed to have some fun. He never was a good traveler even when on a mission.
Stryker kept increasing speed; it was a adrenaline rush to him. He had no fear and could not die, why he should not have some inhuman fun. Soon he had reached over 200 MPH and not to long after a police car was following him. The siren screamed as the car tried to keep pace with Stryker. Then without a moments notice he simply stopped and turned his bike to face the police car. They stopped but not fast enough. They couldn't swerve or they would hit traffic. They could only watch as they almost collided with Stryker, but right as they reached him he simply picked up the car and threw it. He threw it far and fast.
He didn't look to see where it landed; he just started up again riding toward New Orleans. "The sooner the better" he said as he chuckled to himself.
Another few days and he would arrive at the Sanctuary. If he could find the right daimon he would get a lead on where Acheron or if the fates really liked him he would find him there. Just thinking of meeting Acheron at the Sanctuary sent a pleasureful chill down Stryker's spine.
Soon Stryker was ready and after calling his Illuminati from Kalosis he got on his custom motorcycle he drove. Only a few more hundred miles was nothing to Stryker. He would go around the globe to find Acheron. "Only a few more days" he continuously muttered to himself.
During his drive he was cut off by a trunk-driver. This made Stryker lose his focus and his cool. As he pulled the bird on the driver, the trunk busted into flames. The trunk-driver lost control and spun into the ditch were the flames of Kalosis burned the body of the drive and vichicle. As Stryker laughed while driving faster, he heard the faint screams of teror from other drives and even the burning alive trunk-drive. He needed to have some fun. He never was a good traveler even when on a mission.
Stryker kept increasing speed; it was a adrenaline rush to him. He had no fear and could not die, why he should not have some inhuman fun. Soon he had reached over 200 MPH and not to long after a police car was following him. The siren screamed as the car tried to keep pace with Stryker. Then without a moments notice he simply stopped and turned his bike to face the police car. They stopped but not fast enough. They couldn't swerve or they would hit traffic. They could only watch as they almost collided with Stryker, but right as they reached him he simply picked up the car and threw it. He threw it far and fast.
He didn't look to see where it landed; he just started up again riding toward New Orleans. "The sooner the better" he said as he chuckled to himself.
Deep within the basement of the small house just outside of New Orleans, Kristoph began to stir. His glimmering onyx like orbs opened, only to fall upon his alarm clock, which as usual he forgot to set. 11:13 pm. For a moment he nodded his head thankfully, it was still morning. Wait. Pm? Thats night time. Right? He questioned himself for a moment until he finally got it.
"Crap!" Attempting to roll out of bed, he managed to do no other than crash into the floor. "Ouch! Damnit!" He stood, attempting to quickly move over to his closet, yet thanks to the satin sheets wrapped around his legs, he tripped, smacking his forehead against the door knob. A low toned growl escaped his lips, before he stood once again, this time slowly removing the sheets.
"The God's hate me. And I bet Loki's just laughing his ass off right now." Taking in a deep breath, he brushed a few raven hued strands of hair from his face. After which, he proceeded to dress himself, in what had come to be his typical attire. A midnight blue silk shirt, that seemed to cling to him like that of a second skin. A pair of like hued silk pants, which fitted loosly around his legs and buttocks so not to hinder his ability to fight. With a midnight blue stained leather trench coat, that concealed his small weaponry. Shurikens,daggers, and most importantly his Walther P99's.
"This is starting to get old..." He mumbled to himself wrapping a leather throng around his hair, putting it up into a pony tail. He had been a Dark-Hunter for some seven century's now. Yet he couldn't begin to fathom what it was like for Ash.
He made his way up the stairs, towards the main portion of the house. Empty, as usual. When was she going to learn? Shaking his head, his long ebony locks brushed over his neck and shoulders. Just before exitting the house, he picked up his duffle bag. Within the drive way was a single motor bike, and a heavily plated Land Rover.
"When will you do as I say?" He spoke, as if questioning someone. Sighing, he strapped the duffle bag onto the back of the bike, before climbing on himself. With that, he started off towards down-town New Orleans.
"Crap!" Attempting to roll out of bed, he managed to do no other than crash into the floor. "Ouch! Damnit!" He stood, attempting to quickly move over to his closet, yet thanks to the satin sheets wrapped around his legs, he tripped, smacking his forehead against the door knob. A low toned growl escaped his lips, before he stood once again, this time slowly removing the sheets.
"The God's hate me. And I bet Loki's just laughing his ass off right now." Taking in a deep breath, he brushed a few raven hued strands of hair from his face. After which, he proceeded to dress himself, in what had come to be his typical attire. A midnight blue silk shirt, that seemed to cling to him like that of a second skin. A pair of like hued silk pants, which fitted loosly around his legs and buttocks so not to hinder his ability to fight. With a midnight blue stained leather trench coat, that concealed his small weaponry. Shurikens,daggers, and most importantly his Walther P99's.
"This is starting to get old..." He mumbled to himself wrapping a leather throng around his hair, putting it up into a pony tail. He had been a Dark-Hunter for some seven century's now. Yet he couldn't begin to fathom what it was like for Ash.
He made his way up the stairs, towards the main portion of the house. Empty, as usual. When was she going to learn? Shaking his head, his long ebony locks brushed over his neck and shoulders. Just before exitting the house, he picked up his duffle bag. Within the drive way was a single motor bike, and a heavily plated Land Rover.
"When will you do as I say?" He spoke, as if questioning someone. Sighing, he strapped the duffle bag onto the back of the bike, before climbing on himself. With that, he started off towards down-town New Orleans.
Sammael is the Devil, not Lucifer...Man, I gotta make sure I keep that straight...Piers raised an eyebrow when Lucifer said the Devil had a nickname. Sam?...
“Wouldn’t that make you feel some sort of...affection for him? You know, calling him by a nickname?”
Piers shook the thought of and shrugged. He didn’t want to feel too comfortable around these two, but they were willingly allowing him to stay in this conversation, so he might as well try and be sociable. Though, he was feeling a tad tired, so he excused himself soon afterwards and headed to an inn where he slept hard as a rock until morning.
{OOC: Tis very short I’m afraid, but enough to cover the two paragraph limit while still doing something with Piers >.o Mostly though I realized I never responded to the conversation Lucifer was having with Piers...my bad...
Neither of my characters will be doing anything else until morning, so whenever it becomes morning I’ll be back in action.}
“Wouldn’t that make you feel some sort of...affection for him? You know, calling him by a nickname?”
Piers shook the thought of and shrugged. He didn’t want to feel too comfortable around these two, but they were willingly allowing him to stay in this conversation, so he might as well try and be sociable. Though, he was feeling a tad tired, so he excused himself soon afterwards and headed to an inn where he slept hard as a rock until morning.
{OOC: Tis very short I’m afraid, but enough to cover the two paragraph limit while still doing something with Piers >.o Mostly though I realized I never responded to the conversation Lucifer was having with Piers...my bad...
Neither of my characters will be doing anything else until morning, so whenever it becomes morning I’ll be back in action.}
After two stops on the road Stryker had nearly made it to New Orleans. He had traveled four hundred miles in mere hours and was now near the out skirts of the town. He needed to find the Sanctuary. He was looking forward to drinking as much as he wanted and maybe even kill some Dark-Hunters. Yet he had his mission so before anything else he had to get a lead on Acheron.
He had made sure the Illuminati were scouting around his area and still had enough to back him up. Before he saw the Sanctuary he could sense it. Thou something different was about it. Someone or something very powerful was there but he couldn't put his finger on it. Then finally he had the Sanctuary in his sights, he was inching to see who it was.
He kicked open the door and screamed "WHERE THE HELL IS ACHERON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
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He had made sure the Illuminati were scouting around his area and still had enough to back him up. Before he saw the Sanctuary he could sense it. Thou something different was about it. Someone or something very powerful was there but he couldn't put his finger on it. Then finally he had the Sanctuary in his sights, he was inching to see who it was.
He kicked open the door and screamed "WHERE THE HELL IS ACHERON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
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Lucifer raised an eyebrow and watched Ash. Acheron did not flinch move or show any sign that Stryker's apperance had in any ruffled his feathers. The fallen angel took a sip of his water, just water this time and motioned toward the commotion.
"Friend of yours?" he smirked. He could feel the evil aura just rolling off the Daimon in waves, he knew this was no friend of Acheron's.
Ash didn't spare Stryker a glance, simply shook his head. His swirling silver eyes didn't go to the daimon but instead to the Katagaria who were even now itching for a fight. A Sanctuary meant there was no fighting on this ground, not even if you stole your enemies beer. If Stryker made a move on Ash the bears would be all over him like a fresh kill.
He could feel the irritate in Lucifer's posture. When the angel turned his eyes onto Stryker, they were an gastly blood red. "If you'd taken a moment to look around instead of busting in here like a bad John Wayne immitation. You would have seen Acheron sitting not twenty feet from you. But as you can also see no doubt....is that he is currently occupied."
Lucifer smile softly in a way that made even Ash wanna shudder.
"Friend of yours?" he smirked. He could feel the evil aura just rolling off the Daimon in waves, he knew this was no friend of Acheron's.
Ash didn't spare Stryker a glance, simply shook his head. His swirling silver eyes didn't go to the daimon but instead to the Katagaria who were even now itching for a fight. A Sanctuary meant there was no fighting on this ground, not even if you stole your enemies beer. If Stryker made a move on Ash the bears would be all over him like a fresh kill.
He could feel the irritate in Lucifer's posture. When the angel turned his eyes onto Stryker, they were an gastly blood red. "If you'd taken a moment to look around instead of busting in here like a bad John Wayne immitation. You would have seen Acheron sitting not twenty feet from you. But as you can also see no doubt....is that he is currently occupied."
Lucifer smile softly in a way that made even Ash wanna shudder.
"If you'd taken a moment to look around instead of busting in here like a bad John Wayne imitation. You would have seen Acheron sitting not twenty feet from you. But as you can also see no doubt....is that he is currently occupied." Lucifer had said as he turned his blood red eyes on Stryker. Stryker had seen and done some pretty terrible things over the centuries but as he stared back at the fallen angel, a new low had come to him. "Those eyes" were the only words Stryker could think.
Finally Stryker was able to break eye contact with Lucifer and saw the Katagaria. His Illuminati were already flanking him and were ready for a fight. He raised his hands for two reasons. One, to show that he wasn't planning on fighting here, maybe later but here even he knew his limits. The second was to tell his Illuminati that they were not going to fight now. Stryker stepped toward Lucifer and Acheron and then with a flick of his wrist brought a chair over. He sat down and leaded back in it as he said " Acheron would you be so kind as to introduce me to this devilish character. I don't think I have ever made his acquaintance." He said as a waiter brought him a glass of white wine.
(OOC: Glad to see you back Lady Anna
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Finally Stryker was able to break eye contact with Lucifer and saw the Katagaria. His Illuminati were already flanking him and were ready for a fight. He raised his hands for two reasons. One, to show that he wasn't planning on fighting here, maybe later but here even he knew his limits. The second was to tell his Illuminati that they were not going to fight now. Stryker stepped toward Lucifer and Acheron and then with a flick of his wrist brought a chair over. He sat down and leaded back in it as he said " Acheron would you be so kind as to introduce me to this devilish character. I don't think I have ever made his acquaintance." He said as a waiter brought him a glass of white wine.
(OOC: Glad to see you back Lady Anna
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Acheron flinched just a little. There was no force on this earth that could save anyone if Lucifer showed his wings. As a Seraph his full power came out only when he was in full form. The last time any of the eight archangels showed their full form half of Europe's population had fallen prey. Ash had helped the others calm their brother, and had come up with the fictional plague. Raziel had suffered from his guilt ever since and the demon that had set him off was now being tormented in ways even that gave even evil beings nightmares.
Lucifer's true form presented a double problem. He was bound in blood to his elder twin, Azrael. Should one turn the other would be close behind. And having the archangel of Death walking in all his glory in this mortal world would be the end of them all.
Ash watched intently. Lucifer's returned to their ethereal sky blue and he smiled at Stryker. "The wine here is exceptional for what one would think is nothing more than a backalley biker bar." he smiled and it was simply a smile. "My name is Lucifer, if your up on your biblical studies you'll know me....feel free to call me Luc."
Ash nearly laughed aloud at Stryker presented with a being that made them both insignificant.
Lucifer's true form presented a double problem. He was bound in blood to his elder twin, Azrael. Should one turn the other would be close behind. And having the archangel of Death walking in all his glory in this mortal world would be the end of them all.
Ash watched intently. Lucifer's returned to their ethereal sky blue and he smiled at Stryker. "The wine here is exceptional for what one would think is nothing more than a backalley biker bar." he smiled and it was simply a smile. "My name is Lucifer, if your up on your biblical studies you'll know me....feel free to call me Luc."
Ash nearly laughed aloud at Stryker presented with a being that made them both insignificant.
"My name is Lucifer, if your up on your biblical studies you'll know me....feel free to call me Luc." Lucifer had said with a simple smile on his face. Stryker's body started to tense as he remembers the first look at Lucifer's eyes. This one was different but still he could not forget that look. "Well it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance Luc. I am the demi-god Stryker. You are right the wine is incredibly here. Well I must ask Acheron, what would you be doing here? I would think you would be out doing the bidding of your 'goddess'." Stryker put extra enfaces on the word 'goddess' as he hated Artemis very much.
"I believe that I have a personal message for you. If Luc would not mind I would like to give it to you personally. No hard feelings right Luc?" Stryker said with a very much forced grin.
"I believe that I have a personal message for you. If Luc would not mind I would like to give it to you personally. No hard feelings right Luc?" Stryker said with a very much forced grin.
Lucifer rose to his feet and flashed Acheron a "fill me in later" smile. He turned his blood colored eyes on Stryker.
"Acheron is a good friend of mine. One of the few. Treat him well, demi-god." The threat echoed in the air. He sauntered away with that devil may care attitude that made the unconcious ripple of fear pass through the room. But all the anger building in his being was directed at Stryker. Only Ash saw Lucifer blend into the shadows behind the bar and fade into them. Where on Earth or in Hell he was now was unknown.
"So Stryker, what do you want?" Ash tilted his chair back and stared at the demi-god as if his presence didn't phase him at all.
"Acheron is a good friend of mine. One of the few. Treat him well, demi-god." The threat echoed in the air. He sauntered away with that devil may care attitude that made the unconcious ripple of fear pass through the room. But all the anger building in his being was directed at Stryker. Only Ash saw Lucifer blend into the shadows behind the bar and fade into them. Where on Earth or in Hell he was now was unknown.
"So Stryker, what do you want?" Ash tilted his chair back and stared at the demi-god as if his presence didn't phase him at all.
"So Stryker, what do you want?" Ash tilted his chair back and stared at the demi-god as if his presence didn't phase him at all. "Well Acheron, I have a message from Apollymi. She wants you to go come to Kalosis with me. She needs your abilities , and its for the greater good, as you always say it. You have three days to decide, so whatever your answer is, I will be here for the next three days, stay or go, I can't stop you but well. I would rather not piss her off."
With that Stryker stood up, and counter, ordered a bottle of wine, and a key to a room. After both were delivered he calmly walked to his room. As he closed the door to his room he thought to himself, I really hope Apollymi knows what she's doing, bringing a god slayer into Kalosis. . "Well whatever the reason, I guess I get a few days off from work." Stryker chuckled to himself as he poured the bottle of wine into his mouth.
With that Stryker stood up, and counter, ordered a bottle of wine, and a key to a room. After both were delivered he calmly walked to his room. As he closed the door to his room he thought to himself, I really hope Apollymi knows what she's doing, bringing a god slayer into Kalosis. . "Well whatever the reason, I guess I get a few days off from work." Stryker chuckled to himself as he poured the bottle of wine into his mouth.
Acheron watched Stryker go, not really concerned with giving the man any answer. He waited until he was as alone as one could be surrounded by people and then closed his eyes.
"You know I can't come into your presence" His mind whispered to the trapped Atlantean goddess.
Her soft voice seeped into his brain like a fog "I thought perhaps you'd make an exception"
Acheron chuckled at his mother's sweet as poisoned honey words.
"I come into your presence and then you'll be free...and honestly thats the last thing this world needs."
He could almost see her pout at his words. It was never a good idea to release someone who wanted to watch the world destroyed. Yet it made him wonder as to Stryker's words. Acheron knew that Apolloymi did not tell her adopted son their relationship nor anything involving it. Stryker could not have known what going in person to see the goddess would do....so what was he up to besides.
Acheron stood and with a nod to the bears who'd been watching since Lucifer had left, he took his leave of the thickening crowd.
He stepped out in the moist night air and breathed it deep into his lungs. His brief respite in the face of all the world crashing down on him was interrupted by the one voice he really really did not want to hear. He frowned accordingly as he looked into the shadows of the clubs side alley. Her auburn hair burned like flame in the darkness and her green eyes glowed. She seemed so perfect and out of place in the dirt and grim around here...and so she was.
"Artie....to what do I owe this displeasure." he sighed inevitably as he walked toward her. Her lovely face twisted into scorn and displeasure as she looked around.
"You shouldn't hang out in such dirty places, Acheron" her bell like voice grated on his nerves more than Stryker's presence had done.
"I happen to like it here, Artie. Any particular reason you've come to ruin my night?" he gave her a look behind his sunglasses that told her just how much he disliked her very being.
As if to irk him she saunted over the light catching the sheerness of her white robes. He groaned inwardly, so she was in a "mood". He so did not have time for Artemis's acting like a horny teenager. But she stopped just short as if she realized the malice radiating from him was directed at her. Usually she just ignored it.
"You saw one of them tonight, I can smell sulfer on you!" she accused angrily.
"It wasn't Sam if that what your worrying about...it was Luc. And its none of your damn business anyway." he growled.
The light of her eyes flickered angrily in the dark. "It doesn't matter who it was, what matters is that they are here meddling again!" Acheron shrugged off her anger and turned away from her. But there she was standing in front of him again and glaring viciously.
"I don't want you talking to those things!"
"You have no say in who I do or do not talk to"
Artemis drew back her hand to strike him, and just when it would have hit his cheek she disappeared in a outraged shriek. Acheron was pleased with himself for zapping her back to Olympus. She'd be back in full vengence later, but at least he was free of her for now. But what to do with his precious free time.....for once he had no clue...
He joined the teeming life blood of New Orleans and waited for all hell to break loose.
"You know I can't come into your presence" His mind whispered to the trapped Atlantean goddess.
Her soft voice seeped into his brain like a fog "I thought perhaps you'd make an exception"
Acheron chuckled at his mother's sweet as poisoned honey words.
"I come into your presence and then you'll be free...and honestly thats the last thing this world needs."
He could almost see her pout at his words. It was never a good idea to release someone who wanted to watch the world destroyed. Yet it made him wonder as to Stryker's words. Acheron knew that Apolloymi did not tell her adopted son their relationship nor anything involving it. Stryker could not have known what going in person to see the goddess would do....so what was he up to besides.
Acheron stood and with a nod to the bears who'd been watching since Lucifer had left, he took his leave of the thickening crowd.
He stepped out in the moist night air and breathed it deep into his lungs. His brief respite in the face of all the world crashing down on him was interrupted by the one voice he really really did not want to hear. He frowned accordingly as he looked into the shadows of the clubs side alley. Her auburn hair burned like flame in the darkness and her green eyes glowed. She seemed so perfect and out of place in the dirt and grim around here...and so she was.
"Artie....to what do I owe this displeasure." he sighed inevitably as he walked toward her. Her lovely face twisted into scorn and displeasure as she looked around.
"You shouldn't hang out in such dirty places, Acheron" her bell like voice grated on his nerves more than Stryker's presence had done.
"I happen to like it here, Artie. Any particular reason you've come to ruin my night?" he gave her a look behind his sunglasses that told her just how much he disliked her very being.
As if to irk him she saunted over the light catching the sheerness of her white robes. He groaned inwardly, so she was in a "mood". He so did not have time for Artemis's acting like a horny teenager. But she stopped just short as if she realized the malice radiating from him was directed at her. Usually she just ignored it.
"You saw one of them tonight, I can smell sulfer on you!" she accused angrily.
"It wasn't Sam if that what your worrying about...it was Luc. And its none of your damn business anyway." he growled.
The light of her eyes flickered angrily in the dark. "It doesn't matter who it was, what matters is that they are here meddling again!" Acheron shrugged off her anger and turned away from her. But there she was standing in front of him again and glaring viciously.
"I don't want you talking to those things!"
"You have no say in who I do or do not talk to"
Artemis drew back her hand to strike him, and just when it would have hit his cheek she disappeared in a outraged shriek. Acheron was pleased with himself for zapping her back to Olympus. She'd be back in full vengence later, but at least he was free of her for now. But what to do with his precious free time.....for once he had no clue...
He joined the teeming life blood of New Orleans and waited for all hell to break loose.
Stryker simmered in his room. He drank a few bottles but he still felt like he should be doing something. Hell raising he thought. In a puff of black smoke he disappeared and appeared in an alley way near a roaring club. He found his way in and began to dance with some females. He gave one a grin and with a finger brought her out of the club. They chatted for a few minutes and when they went into the alley a scream pierced the area's silence. No one heard it because of the music but Stryker came out a few moments later, a little blood on his mouth but still grinning. He loved to make things dirty.
He saw a stalker watching and following him. He led him toward a crowded bar and when the stalker finally made his move Stryker was more then ready for him. With out a seconds notice Stryker blew him back with a blast of power into the back wall. He flashed all of the lights in the bar, breaking all of them and yet a light still held in the bar. Stryker killed a few people as he made his way toward the stalker but when he got to where he was the punk had already vanished. With a roar of anger Stryker blew a hole though the near by wall.
He saw a stalker watching and following him. He led him toward a crowded bar and when the stalker finally made his move Stryker was more then ready for him. With out a seconds notice Stryker blew him back with a blast of power into the back wall. He flashed all of the lights in the bar, breaking all of them and yet a light still held in the bar. Stryker killed a few people as he made his way toward the stalker but when he got to where he was the punk had already vanished. With a roar of anger Stryker blew a hole though the near by wall.
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