♆ KILLS - NONE ☵ MOOD - PURE TERROR ♆ His eyes were wide with shock. The ringing in his ears slowly died down as he continued to stare in disbelief. His glasses drooped down as he stood there, terrified to no end. He wanted all of this to just be a horrible nightmare. The moment something was about to happen, he'd just wake up in his bed, just fine and dandy. He didn't want to accept the truth that lay in front of him. No matter how hard he tried and tried, he wouldn't wake up. This isn't a horrible dream. What he was experiencing right now was the harsh reality of death. The teenage girl lay before everyone in the room, now nothing more than a corpse in a room. A knot formed in his stomach as he backed away from the body as quickly as he could. "Oh God," the words slipped out of his mouth. It wasn't like he hadn't seen something die before. Going on hunting trips with his grandfather, he had gotten used to the sight of dying animals. But this, this was on a whole different level. Watching the life drain out of a human being was far different from seeing an animal lose its own. Both emotionally and mentally. The image of the poor girl, lying there with blood pooling underneath, would be forever etched into his memory. It must be even worse for the one who had pulled the trigger. Rae Anne, as he recalled, must be feeling ten times worse than he was. She would have to live with the guilt of killing her for the rest of her life, however long that may be. Reading about these killing games is vastly different than experiencing it first hand. Second hand accounts can never truly capture the emotions that run through you in those instances. They can only give a basic look into how the process goes. However, until you experience it yourself, you will never truly understand how it goes. He could have gone his whole life without ever having to feel any of this. Any of this terror or panic. Any of the paranoia that someone will kill you. Any of the knot-inducing sights you'll no doubt see when a cruel game like this plays out. That's what this was to those sick bastards that captured them: A game. A game that they've designed with no possibility of winning. No matter how much any of them wanted to get out, there was only one way. One way that would break any sane person's mind. No matter how much he wanted to, he couldn't bring himself to look away from the body. He could only stare in paralyzed horror at the sight in front of him. This was the reality of their situation. The cold, hard truth that most people do not want to hear. A truth that everyone refuses to see. One that they drown out with mindless drivel. He wished he could do all of that. Refuse to see or hear it, but that was impossible. The truth has already entered his mind. All he could do was accept its cruel embrace.
His eyes were wide with shock. The ringing in his ears slowly died down as he continued to stare in disbelief. His glasses drooped down as he stood there, terrified to no end. He wanted all of this to just be a horrible nightmare. The moment something was about to happen, he'd just wake up in his bed, just fine and dandy. He didn't want to accept the truth that lay in front of him. No matter how hard he tried and tried, he wouldn't wake up. This isn't a horrible dream. What he was experiencing right now was the harsh reality of death. The teenage girl lay before everyone in the room, now nothing more than a corpse in a room. A knot formed in his stomach as he backed away from the body as quickly as he could. "Oh God," the words slipped out of his mouth. It wasn't like he hadn't seen something die before. Going on hunting trips with his grandfather, he had gotten used to the sight of dying animals. But this, this was on a whole different level. Watching the life drain out of a human being was far different from seeing an animal lose its own. Both emotionally and mentally. The image of the poor girl, lying there with blood pooling underneath, would be forever etched into his memory. It must be even worse for the one who had pulled the trigger. Rae Anne, as he recalled, must be feeling ten times worse than he was. She would have to live with the guilt of killing her for the rest of her life, however long that may be. Reading about these killing games is vastly different than experiencing it first hand. Second hand accounts can never truly capture the emotions that run through you in those instances. They can only give a basic look into how the process goes. However, until you experience it yourself, you will never truly understand how it goes. He could have gone his whole life without ever having to feel any of this. Any of this terror or panic. Any of the paranoia that someone will kill you. Any of the knot-inducing sights you'll no doubt see when a cruel game like this plays out. That's what this was to those sick bastards that captured them: A game. A game that they've designed with no possibility of winning. No matter how much any of them wanted to get out, there was only one way. One way that would break any sane person's mind. No matter how much he wanted to, he couldn't bring himself to look away from the body. He could only stare in paralyzed horror at the sight in front of him. This was the reality of their situation. The cold, hard truth that most people do not want to hear. A truth that everyone refuses to see. One that they drown out with mindless drivel. He wished he could do all of that. Refuse to see or hear it, but that was impossible. The truth has already entered his mind. All he could do was accept its cruel embrace.
3 ♆ KILLS - NONE ☵ MOOD - EXTREMELY UNNERVED ♆ He had started to think he would pass out from all of the tension seizing up his body. His heart was racing a million miles a minute, and his vision had started to blur a little bit. It might've just been his glasses fogging up from his body heat, but regardless, the anxiety made it no less intense. Anything could happen in the next moment. Anything. He could have his hands stained with blood, or he could be the one whose blood stains someone else's hands. Only time could tell what happens next.
He had started to think he would pass out from all of the tension seizing up his body. His heart was racing a million miles a minute, and his vision had started to blur a little bit. It might've just been his glasses fogging up from his body heat, but regardless, the anxiety made it no less intense. Anything could happen in the next moment. Anything. He could have his hands stained with blood, or he could be the one whose blood stains someone else's hands. Only time could tell what happens next.
♆ KILLS - NONE ☵ MOOD - TERRIFIED ♆ When the voice of the P.A. system faded, he looked around to see if anyone was going to move for the box. It was clear from a cursory glance that none of them wanted to. Honestly, he didn't want to either, but someone had to do it. Someone had to go so that they wouldn't be punished. With a sigh as he adjusted his glasses, he walked over to the box in the room and took the headset from within. He held it and, with a cold chill running down his spine, walked out of the room. After getting out of the room, he put on the headset and followed the instructions that came from it. He was told to turn left in the darkness of the halls, and then take a right. There would be a room just before the challenge room where he was instructed to feel around on some tables for a knife. Clearly it would be his weapon to fight against God knows who. He fumbled around in the darkness, feeling out for the singular blade that would spell life or death for him. After finally finding it, he went towards the room where the challenge would be taking place. He had some experience with a knife, having learned a few things from his grandfather who was a hunter in his youth. With knife in hand, he stood in front of the door and reached for the door handle. His heart was racing, his hands were clammy. Sweat streamed down his face as he was confronted with the reality that he would have to kill one of his fellow students in order to survive. With a measly knife, he wouldn't be able to take down any one of their heavily armed captors. His breathing grew more erratic as the thoughts rushed through his mind. Without further hesitation, he slowly opened the door and into the lit room. In front of him was a girl rushing to assemble something, her back turned to him. It was like they wanted him to find her like that. Slowly, he approached her, trying his hardest not to make a sound. He tried to control his heavy, uneven breathing, though it became harder with each step he took. This was a human life he was about to take. Not just that, but the life of someone he knew. He had no idea if he would even be able to go through with it before someone else got to him. Fear filled his heart as he continued his slow approach.
When the voice of the P.A. system faded, he looked around to see if anyone was going to move for the box. It was clear from a cursory glance that none of them wanted to. Honestly, he didn't want to either, but someone had to do it. Someone had to go so that they wouldn't be punished. With a sigh as he adjusted his glasses, he walked over to the box in the room and took the headset from within. He held it and, with a cold chill running down his spine, walked out of the room. After getting out of the room, he put on the headset and followed the instructions that came from it. He was told to turn left in the darkness of the halls, and then take a right. There would be a room just before the challenge room where he was instructed to feel around on some tables for a knife. Clearly it would be his weapon to fight against God knows who. He fumbled around in the darkness, feeling out for the singular blade that would spell life or death for him. After finally finding it, he went towards the room where the challenge would be taking place. He had some experience with a knife, having learned a few things from his grandfather who was a hunter in his youth. With knife in hand, he stood in front of the door and reached for the door handle. His heart was racing, his hands were clammy. Sweat streamed down his face as he was confronted with the reality that he would have to kill one of his fellow students in order to survive. With a measly knife, he wouldn't be able to take down any one of their heavily armed captors. His breathing grew more erratic as the thoughts rushed through his mind. Without further hesitation, he slowly opened the door and into the lit room. In front of him was a girl rushing to assemble something, her back turned to him. It was like they wanted him to find her like that. Slowly, he approached her, trying his hardest not to make a sound. He tried to control his heavy, uneven breathing, though it became harder with each step he took. This was a human life he was about to take. Not just that, but the life of someone he knew. He had no idea if he would even be able to go through with it before someone else got to him. Fear filled his heart as he continued his slow approach.
OP Updated with the latest PV that was shown at AnimeJapan, Jotaro's. I also updated the staff information and added info about the OP for the anime. Now there's only 2 weeks left until the premiere.
♆ KILLS - NONE ☵ MOOD - DAUNTED ♆ Media outlets everywhere had reported on incidents of school bus kidnappings. Kidnappings that would end with each of the students taken killing each other just to be free. Sometimes, none of the students would survive at all. It was terrible, downright inhuman thing to subject high school students to this kind of Hell. And yet, now he found himself in those circumstances he had heard about. This wasn't through the grapevine anymore. Anything that happened now would be right in front of him. No doubt there would be reports of this incident when all is said and done. His heart raced as he was being guided to a room. He tried to maintain a calm demeanor, sweating bullets the entire time through. When they were finally brought into a room and freed from their bindings, he let out a heavy breath laden with fatigue. He rubbed his rapidly reddening wrists as he caught his breath. Trying to stay calm took a lot more out of him than he thought. One of the girls in the room, Carlie, had slumped into a corner and started to cry. He couldn't blame her one bit. After all, they were about to be forced into a killing game where there weren't truly any winners, just empty husks that manage to make it out of there. "Carlie, crying isn't going to help the situation." Another girl, Liberty, told her bluntly. "But they expect us to kill each other! I don't wanna kill anyone. Or be killed!" she added through choked sobs. After finding a spot to sit in, she dragged her finger through the dirt on the ground before talking again. "I don't think we have much of a choice. Don't you remember all the news stories? If we refuse to fight each other, then they just kill us anyway. They only let one person live and twice no one got out alive by the time the police showed up. That's probably because they were refusing to fight each other, so the guys that took us just offed them instead. They've never been able to catch them. These men aren't patient. If they think we're taking too long, they'll do something about it." The crying from Carlie intensified when she finished talking. "Hunt or be hunted, huh?" Nolan quietly commented to himself as he adjusted his glasses. He looked around the room and took a head count of the people trapped in the room. Including himself, there were five of them right now. The idea of them all dying crept into his mind. He grit his teeth and tried to shake the idea out of his head. There had to be a way out of this. If they had any chance of everyone getting out of there alive, they needed to find the chink in their captor's armor and exploit it. Though, finding it was a big if in and of itself. So far, they've been able to evade capture, no doubt thanks to where they decided to set up shop. Still, there had to be a way. Somehow. Someway. They all had to work together to stand a chance, though he doubted some of the fellows that were in the bus with them were going to be so willing. He fished around in his pockets for any tissues or handkerchiefs that might be on him. Thankfully, he found one in his coat pocket. He walked over to the crying blonde and crouched down, offering it to her. "Here. We can't keep crying if we want to get out of here."
Media outlets everywhere had reported on incidents of school bus kidnappings. Kidnappings that would end with each of the students taken killing each other just to be free. Sometimes, none of the students would survive at all. It was terrible, downright inhuman thing to subject high school students to this kind of Hell. And yet, now he found himself in those circumstances he had heard about. This wasn't through the grapevine anymore. Anything that happened now would be right in front of him. No doubt there would be reports of this incident when all is said and done. His heart raced as he was being guided to a room. He tried to maintain a calm demeanor, sweating bullets the entire time through. When they were finally brought into a room and freed from their bindings, he let out a heavy breath laden with fatigue. He rubbed his rapidly reddening wrists as he caught his breath. Trying to stay calm took a lot more out of him than he thought. One of the girls in the room, Carlie, had slumped into a corner and started to cry. He couldn't blame her one bit. After all, they were about to be forced into a killing game where there weren't truly any winners, just empty husks that manage to make it out of there. "Carlie, crying isn't going to help the situation." Another girl, Liberty, told her bluntly. "But they expect us to kill each other! I don't wanna kill anyone. Or be killed!" she added through choked sobs. After finding a spot to sit in, she dragged her finger through the dirt on the ground before talking again. "I don't think we have much of a choice. Don't you remember all the news stories? If we refuse to fight each other, then they just kill us anyway. They only let one person live and twice no one got out alive by the time the police showed up. That's probably because they were refusing to fight each other, so the guys that took us just offed them instead. They've never been able to catch them. These men aren't patient. If they think we're taking too long, they'll do something about it." The crying from Carlie intensified when she finished talking. "Hunt or be hunted, huh?" Nolan quietly commented to himself as he adjusted his glasses. He looked around the room and took a head count of the people trapped in the room. Including himself, there were five of them right now. The idea of them all dying crept into his mind. He grit his teeth and tried to shake the idea out of his head. There had to be a way out of this. If they had any chance of everyone getting out of there alive, they needed to find the chink in their captor's armor and exploit it. Though, finding it was a big if in and of itself. So far, they've been able to evade capture, no doubt thanks to where they decided to set up shop. Still, there had to be a way. Somehow. Someway. They all had to work together to stand a chance, though he doubted some of the fellows that were in the bus with them were going to be so willing. He fished around in his pockets for any tissues or handkerchiefs that might be on him. Thankfully, he found one in his coat pocket. He walked over to the crying blonde and crouched down, offering it to her. "Here. We can't keep crying if we want to get out of here."
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♅ KILLS ☰ MOOD ♅
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__// The main group will not progress to the Gates until someone figures out the clues that have been given for its location. __// Hint: There have been two. Yeah, so there's that.
Samuel Riviera DAY: 82 - 4/4 | DATE: December 13th, 2013 [Friday] | LOCATION: Somewhere After being transported to a town by one of those kids, he started to follow the compass that Hana gave to him. As they were guided by the compass, he thought about how Hana might react to seeing the angel herself. It definitely wouldn't be good. She'd be likely to breakdown into tears. He wouldn't blame her for it one bit. After following it for a while and finding where they were, Sam got into a room and fell asleep, with his son close to him. ______________________________________________________________________________________________ DAY: 82 - 4/4 ✿ DATE: December 13th, 2013 [Friday] ✿ LOCATION: Somewhere After however long she was confined down there, she was finally free. Finally out of that God forsaken place, though not in the way she wanted to be. She would've much preferred to have still been lingering inside the mind of the innocent, stuttering, pale-skinned girl like before. Unfortunately, that was not the case. The wings on her back would be a permanent reminder of that. Before she continued walking, she used a glamour to hide them from sight. After getting to the place where they would be resting, Azazel went to a bed and fell asleep.
After being transported to a town by one of those kids, he started to follow the compass that Hana gave to him. As they were guided by the compass, he thought about how Hana might react to seeing the angel herself. It definitely wouldn't be good. She'd be likely to breakdown into tears. He wouldn't blame her for it one bit. After following it for a while and finding where they were, Sam got into a room and fell asleep, with his son close to him.
After however long she was confined down there, she was finally free. Finally out of that God forsaken place, though not in the way she wanted to be. She would've much preferred to have still been lingering inside the mind of the innocent, stuttering, pale-skinned girl like before. Unfortunately, that was not the case. The wings on her back would be a permanent reminder of that. Before she continued walking, she used a glamour to hide them from sight. After getting to the place where they would be resting, Azazel went to a bed and fell asleep.
Samuel Riviera DAY: 82 - 4/4 | DATE: December 13th, 2013 [Friday] | LOCATION: Obsidian Palace in Hell Before they got on their way to the Palace in Hell, Hana came over to them with something in hand. ❝ Here, ❞ she offered the compass up to them. ❝ Nobody will be here when you get back so you'll need the compass in order to regroup. Be safe. ❞ Hana walked away from them without another word to go and wake everyone else up. "Right then. Let's get a move on." He said as he grabbed onto the other man. Mist swirled at their feet before rising up and consuming them. The moment the mist cleared, they were in his room in the Palace. "Alright, we're here. We'd better get a move on. I'd rather not stay here longer than we need to." He opened the door and checked to see if the coast was clear. After making sure it was, he motioned for Richard to follow him, walking about the halls as carefully as he could. "We should check in the room where the Nephilim stay. It's likely our son will be in there. " The fallen angel chimed in. Remembering the time he had spent wandering around these halls, he made his way to the Nephilim's room. He barged in and saw all of the nephilim gathered in there, with his son in one of their arms. "Oh, Abaddon." A voice came from behind him. He turned around to see who it was and was met by a petite, brunette woman with wings on her back. "Or should I call you Sam?" She asked as she fiddled with a stray lock of her hair. "Who're you-" "Azazel... " The angel interrupted him before he could finish. "What?! You're Azazel? What happened to the tiny, little white haired girl?" He asked in a flustered manner. The brown haired woman stopped twirling her hair and stared at him. "She..." "To save time, that girl is no longer with us. She's gone. But we can't waste time here, explaining that would take up too much time and I'd rather not have you stay here longer than need be. " He had the right idea. They should get out of there quick. "Right... "
Before they got on their way to the Palace in Hell, Hana came over to them with something in hand. ❝ Here, ❞ she offered the compass up to them. ❝ Nobody will be here when you get back so you'll need the compass in order to regroup. Be safe. ❞ Hana walked away from them without another word to go and wake everyone else up. "Right then. Let's get a move on." He said as he grabbed onto the other man. Mist swirled at their feet before rising up and consuming them. The moment the mist cleared, they were in his room in the Palace. "Alright, we're here. We'd better get a move on. I'd rather not stay here longer than we need to." He opened the door and checked to see if the coast was clear. After making sure it was, he motioned for Richard to follow him, walking about the halls as carefully as he could. "We should check in the room where the Nephilim stay. It's likely our son will be in there. " The fallen angel chimed in. Remembering the time he had spent wandering around these halls, he made his way to the Nephilim's room. He barged in and saw all of the nephilim gathered in there, with his son in one of their arms. "Oh, Abaddon." A voice came from behind him. He turned around to see who it was and was met by a petite, brunette woman with wings on her back. "Or should I call you Sam?" She asked as she fiddled with a stray lock of her hair. "Who're you-" "Azazel... " The angel interrupted him before he could finish. "What?! You're Azazel? What happened to the tiny, little white haired girl?" He asked in a flustered manner. The brown haired woman stopped twirling her hair and stared at him. "She..." "To save time, that girl is no longer with us. She's gone. But we can't waste time here, explaining that would take up too much time and I'd rather not have you stay here longer than need be. " He had the right idea. They should get out of there quick. "Right... "
Samuel Riviera DAY: 82 - 4/4 | DATE: December 13th, 2013 [Friday] | LOCATION: Where a church used to be in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil Now that Richard was finally up, they could finally get somewhere. "Yeah, I need your help. We need to go to Hell and get my kid and that Azazel chick." He told him as he helped him up. "Opening up a portal to Hell would normally take a lot out of me, but with you, it shouldn't take too much." "He'll also be helpful in getting other people out, and watching our backs should something come up." "Hopefully, we shouldn't run into something too jacked up down there. But, we'll see." There were a number of things that could happen when they went there. Worst case scenario, Lu and Alistair show up and fight them. Best case would be that they find the kid and the girl immediately after getting there. He was really hoping for scenario two. Really hoping. "When you're ready, we'll head out."
Now that Richard was finally up, they could finally get somewhere. "Yeah, I need your help. We need to go to Hell and get my kid and that Azazel chick." He told him as he helped him up. "Opening up a portal to Hell would normally take a lot out of me, but with you, it shouldn't take too much." "He'll also be helpful in getting other people out, and watching our backs should something come up." "Hopefully, we shouldn't run into something too jacked up down there. But, we'll see." There were a number of things that could happen when they went there. Worst case scenario, Lu and Alistair show up and fight them. Best case would be that they find the kid and the girl immediately after getting there. He was really hoping for scenario two. Really hoping. "When you're ready, we'll head out."
DAY: 82 - 4/4 ✿ DATE: December 13th, 2013 [Friday] ✿ LOCATION: Obsidian Palace in Hell When he asked her if she wanted to get out of Hell, she looked at him in wide-eyed shock before going into uncontrollable laughter. "Azazel, what's wrong ? Why are you laughing ?" "Oh man, I haven't had a laugh like that ever since I got dragged down here..." The angel wiped a tear from her eye as she finally calmed down enough to talk. "Well, I'm laughing because he came here three days ago, and he didn't do anything !" A few more breathy laughs escaped her before she spoke again. "So you waited 'til Joslyn was dead to finally get me out of here?" Azazel asked mockingly. "I guess I can hitch a ride with you." "You don't have to say it like that... " "Oh," she started, the smile that was on her face disappearing completely. "And if you're messing with me, you're gonna pay. Dearly. "
When he asked her if she wanted to get out of Hell, she looked at him in wide-eyed shock before going into uncontrollable laughter. "Azazel, what's wrong ? Why are you laughing ?" "Oh man, I haven't had a laugh like that ever since I got dragged down here..." The angel wiped a tear from her eye as she finally calmed down enough to talk. "Well, I'm laughing because he came here three days ago, and he didn't do anything !" A few more breathy laughs escaped her before she spoke again. "So you waited 'til Joslyn was dead to finally get me out of here?" Azazel asked mockingly. "I guess I can hitch a ride with you." "You don't have to say it like that... " "Oh," she started, the smile that was on her face disappearing completely. "And if you're messing with me, you're gonna pay. Dearly. "
DAY: 82 - 3/4 ✿ DATE: December 13th, 2013 [Friday] ✿ LOCATION: Obsidian Palace in Hell As she conversed with the her former host, a knocking sounded on the door. Her slowly growing smile instantly disappeared, and she reluctantly got out of her bed to answer the door. She was greeted by an oddly familiar face. One that she couldn't immediately place. The angel stared at him through messy locks of brown hair before finally saying something. "You look familiar," she started. "I know I've seen you before, but not around here. Where have I seen you befo-" "Isn't that Henrik ? One of the people in our group ?" The voice rang in her head. "Ahhh... You're one of the Fallen from our little group." Her head tilted to the side as she kept inspecting his face. "Yes, one of the people in our group... Why are you here?" "Maybe he's here to save us ?" "You're not with the others, are you?" The angel asked bluntly. "If you had, there would've been a lot more commotion out here." "Azazel, what are you saying ?" "What do you want?" She straightened out her posture, wings tucked neatly behind her back. Not even a slight smile graced her lips as she spoke to the man standing before her.
As she conversed with the her former host, a knocking sounded on the door. Her slowly growing smile instantly disappeared, and she reluctantly got out of her bed to answer the door. She was greeted by an oddly familiar face. One that she couldn't immediately place. The angel stared at him through messy locks of brown hair before finally saying something. "You look familiar," she started. "I know I've seen you before, but not around here. Where have I seen you befo-" "Isn't that Henrik ? One of the people in our group ?" The voice rang in her head. "Ahhh... You're one of the Fallen from our little group." Her head tilted to the side as she kept inspecting his face. "Yes, one of the people in our group... Why are you here?" "Maybe he's here to save us ?" "You're not with the others, are you?" The angel asked bluntly. "If you had, there would've been a lot more commotion out here." "Azazel, what are you saying ?" "What do you want?" She straightened out her posture, wings tucked neatly behind her back. Not even a slight smile graced her lips as she spoke to the man standing before her.
Samuel Riviera DAY: 82 - 3/4 | DATE: December 13th, 2013 [Friday] | LOCATION: Where a church used to be in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil He popped his neck from side to side as he started to walk towards the man she pointed out. ❝ Abaddon, ❞ she said his name without turning back to look at him, ❝ Dumah knows where the Gates are. I don't think our travels are over just yet. ❞ "Hmm, is that a fact? Well, that's going to be immensely helpful." The angel stood next to her and rubbed his injured shoulder. "But, just in case, ask if the gates are in Italy. If they are, then we might not have the advantage over them we thought we had." He took a few steps before stopping in his tracks. "You know, this moron is a lot more like me than I care to admit. If you hadn't come back, we would've been likely to kill ourselves after going on a self-destructive rampage. So," he started to groan uncomfortably. "I'm," He let out an uncomfortable breath of air. "I'm glad you chose to come back." When he finished, he made his way over to Richard and let Sam take control again. "Aaagh! I hate it when you do that !" "Quit your whining, we've got work to do. " Abaddon said uncaringly. "Whatever. What did you two talk about ?" "What we need to do. Now quit dawdling and wake this guy up. We have to go quickly. " "Where ? He asked as he crouched down and started to poke at his face with the bloody rebar. "Rescue our son and Azazel. "
He popped his neck from side to side as he started to walk towards the man she pointed out. ❝ Abaddon, ❞ she said his name without turning back to look at him, ❝ Dumah knows where the Gates are. I don't think our travels are over just yet. ❞ "Hmm, is that a fact? Well, that's going to be immensely helpful." The angel stood next to her and rubbed his injured shoulder. "But, just in case, ask if the gates are in Italy. If they are, then we might not have the advantage over them we thought we had." He took a few steps before stopping in his tracks. "You know, this moron is a lot more like me than I care to admit. If you hadn't come back, we would've been likely to kill ourselves after going on a self-destructive rampage. So," he started to groan uncomfortably. "I'm," He let out an uncomfortable breath of air. "I'm glad you chose to come back." When he finished, he made his way over to Richard and let Sam take control again. "Aaagh! I hate it when you do that !" "Quit your whining, we've got work to do. " Abaddon said uncaringly. "Whatever. What did you two talk about ?" "What we need to do. Now quit dawdling and wake this guy up. We have to go quickly. " "Where ? He asked as he crouched down and started to poke at his face with the bloody rebar. "Rescue our son and Azazel. "
Samuel Riviera DAY: 82 - 2/4 | DATE: December 13th, 2013 [Friday] | LOCATION: Where a church used to be in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil The girl with crimson locks turned slowly to face him as she knelt in the rubble. Her crystal blue eyes were glossy as she gave him an empty look. ❝ He's free ... ❞ she said desolately, ❝ Leviathan has been set free. ❞ It was something serious, alright. Some kind of monster was loosed on the world, and they couldn't do a damn thing to stop it. Shit was getting worse by the second. ❝ Sam, ❞ she choked his name out. Her gaze fell to the mountains of rubble beneath her. ❝ Sam I need to speak with Abaddon. ❞ By the sound of it, it was a serious discussion they needed to have. "Sorry, kid, but you're gonna have to sit this one out. " "Wait, what !?" Before he knew it, he lost control of his body, and his senses of what was going on were being blocked out. "You wanted to speak with me?" He walked over to a nearby pile of rubble and stacked several chunks of it for him to sit on. "If you're worrying about the idiot listening in, don't. I'm keeping him from hearing or seeing anything going on right now, so speak."
The girl with crimson locks turned slowly to face him as she knelt in the rubble. Her crystal blue eyes were glossy as she gave him an empty look. ❝ He's free ... ❞ she said desolately, ❝ Leviathan has been set free. ❞ It was something serious, alright. Some kind of monster was loosed on the world, and they couldn't do a damn thing to stop it. Shit was getting worse by the second. ❝ Sam, ❞ she choked his name out. Her gaze fell to the mountains of rubble beneath her. ❝ Sam I need to speak with Abaddon. ❞ By the sound of it, it was a serious discussion they needed to have. "Sorry, kid, but you're gonna have to sit this one out. " "Wait, what !?" Before he knew it, he lost control of his body, and his senses of what was going on were being blocked out. "You wanted to speak with me?" He walked over to a nearby pile of rubble and stacked several chunks of it for him to sit on. "If you're worrying about the idiot listening in, don't. I'm keeping him from hearing or seeing anything going on right now, so speak."
Samuel Riviera DAY: 82 - 2/4 | DATE: December 13th, 2013 [Friday] | LOCATION: Where a church used to be in Rio de Janeiro, BrazilSam opened his eyes to find that he was lying on his back, his body aching all over. He tried to move only to have a sharp surge of pain stop him. When he looked around to see what it was, he found a piece of rebar stuck in his shoulder. Despite the injury, he forced himself to stand up and try to figure out what the hell happened. He remembered he was in the middle of a fight with Lu, and that Leon was seriously injured, and there was some kind of pillar of light that he remembered seeing before everything went to black. When he looked around, he saw that, for the most part, everything had been destroyed. Not even the church that they were staying in was standing. He tore out the iron bar stuck in his shoulder with much resistance and pain the entire time. Crimson flames danced around his shoulder as the wound seared itself shut. It seemed like he had to heal his shoulder entirely too often. He walked around, looking for any sign of people. As soon as he spotted a red-haired figure knelt down amidst some rubble, he rushed over to see what was going on. The moment he got close to her, he knew something was wrong. Aside from the fact that his son had gone missing, something serious must have happened. The details were a little muddled in his head, but he remembered that there was supposed to be something trapped underneath this place. "Hana," he started, his breathing heavy. "What the hell happened here?"
Sam opened his eyes to find that he was lying on his back, his body aching all over. He tried to move only to have a sharp surge of pain stop him. When he looked around to see what it was, he found a piece of rebar stuck in his shoulder. Despite the injury, he forced himself to stand up and try to figure out what the hell happened. He remembered he was in the middle of a fight with Lu, and that Leon was seriously injured, and there was some kind of pillar of light that he remembered seeing before everything went to black. When he looked around, he saw that, for the most part, everything had been destroyed. Not even the church that they were staying in was standing. He tore out the iron bar stuck in his shoulder with much resistance and pain the entire time. Crimson flames danced around his shoulder as the wound seared itself shut. It seemed like he had to heal his shoulder entirely too often. He walked around, looking for any sign of people. As soon as he spotted a red-haired figure knelt down amidst some rubble, he rushed over to see what was going on. The moment he got close to her, he knew something was wrong. Aside from the fact that his son had gone missing, something serious must have happened. The details were a little muddled in his head, but he remembered that there was supposed to be something trapped underneath this place. "Hana," he started, his breathing heavy. "What the hell happened here?"
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DAY: 82 - 2/4 ✿ DATE: December 13th, 2013 [Friday] ✿ LOCATION: Obsidian Palace in Hell It had been three days since the ceremony had ended. Three days since she forcibly took over Joslyn's body. The process was a painful one that left the girl writhing in pain on the black marble floor of the Throne Room as everyone did nothing but watch. Locks of brown hair hung in front of her eyes as she sat in her bed, staring at the door in front of her. Ivory wings wrapped around her as she continued to gaze distantly at the door. It was so strange, having her wings back. So strange, and so wrong. These weren't the wings granted to her by the Father. These were the wings that came at the cost of an innocent girl's life, not that it mattered to most of the others there. "I wonder what it's like to fly with your own wings... " The familiar voice rang out in her head. "You know, to be honest, I don't remember what it's like. It's been ages since I had these wings, and frankly, I could've gone ages more without them. " The angel solemnly replied. "Again, I am sorry that you had to go through all of that. " "You don't have to keep apologizing. After all, I still exist in your mind, don't I ?" "Yes, you do. " During the Bonding Ceremony, in a desperate bid to do something to help the girl as she writhed in agony from changing, she managed to contain the girl's existence in her mind. So now, as luck would have it, their roles were now reversed. The albino teenager was now a voice in the mind of the angel. "Hmm, so if I exist in your mind, does that mean I'm technically immortal ?" "I guess so. I hadn't thought of it like that... " The angel really had to think about it now. Since she didn't have an actual, physical body, that meant she wouldn't age or be killed. "I have to say it feels odd being the voice in another person's head. Almost surreal that I'm even in this position. And it's even stranger that I can see what you see. " "Now you know what I felt like, " The angel quipped. "I guess so. " The angel's lips curled into a faint smile as she continued to converse with Joslyn.
It had been three days since the ceremony had ended. Three days since she forcibly took over Joslyn's body. The process was a painful one that left the girl writhing in pain on the black marble floor of the Throne Room as everyone did nothing but watch. Locks of brown hair hung in front of her eyes as she sat in her bed, staring at the door in front of her. Ivory wings wrapped around her as she continued to gaze distantly at the door. It was so strange, having her wings back. So strange, and so wrong. These weren't the wings granted to her by the Father. These were the wings that came at the cost of an innocent girl's life, not that it mattered to most of the others there. "I wonder what it's like to fly with your own wings... " The familiar voice rang out in her head. "You know, to be honest, I don't remember what it's like. It's been ages since I had these wings, and frankly, I could've gone ages more without them. " The angel solemnly replied. "Again, I am sorry that you had to go through all of that. " "You don't have to keep apologizing. After all, I still exist in your mind, don't I ?" "Yes, you do. " During the Bonding Ceremony, in a desperate bid to do something to help the girl as she writhed in agony from changing, she managed to contain the girl's existence in her mind. So now, as luck would have it, their roles were now reversed. The albino teenager was now a voice in the mind of the angel. "Hmm, so if I exist in your mind, does that mean I'm technically immortal ?" "I guess so. I hadn't thought of it like that... " The angel really had to think about it now. Since she didn't have an actual, physical body, that meant she wouldn't age or be killed. "I have to say it feels odd being the voice in another person's head. Almost surreal that I'm even in this position. And it's even stranger that I can see what you see. " "Now you know what I felt like, " The angel quipped. "I guess so. " The angel's lips curled into a faint smile as she continued to converse with Joslyn.
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