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Samuel Riviera
DAY: 52 - 2/5 | DATE: November 12th, 2013 [Tuesday] | LOCATION: Obsidian Palace in Hell

The girl sighed and rose to her feet, dusting herself off. Manitos pushed the tip of the blade away from her face and shook her head, pinkish-red hair flailing back and forth. "I was just trying to do you a kindness. No need to get so testy. Let's be honest, it's not like you're going to get to see her again. This benefits the both of us. I get a wee bit of life force which you won't even notice gone because you're an angel so your strength will build back up quickly, and you get your love in the only way that you'll ever be able to see her again. You went with Danel and came here. You're stuck here now and even if you were allowed to return to her for whatever reason, she wouldn't want you. Just by what Mammon told me, he said he had never seen someone look so utterly betrayed before and we're demons -- betrayal is kind of our bread and butter." She shrugged and slipped her thumbs through the belt loops on her jeans. "Think about it. You're going to get lonely. Abaddon, I promise not to interrupt anymore training. And Samuel, if you change your mind I'm temporarily occupying the conference room upstairs." She nodded and gave a salute before leaving the room.

"What a nuisance." Though Abaddon was completely unfazed by what she just said, Sam was very clearly affected. His hand holding the sword hung limply by his side as he stared at the door.

"Betrayed..." The word kept repeating itself in his head. He had betrayed her, and it was clear as day to see on her face. It was his bread and butter.

"Oh come now. Don't let that little harlot get to you."

"But... I..." Sam was at a loss for words.

"As I recall, you and her weren't always this close." Unpleasant memories started to resurface as Abaddon continued to speak. "In fact, I distinctly remember you choking her to near death, much like we did to that little succubus just now." The mention of that event caused his blood to boil. He gripped the blade tightly as it played out in his head. "You can't fault me for stating the truth. It happened, there's no denying that it did."

"Shut up..."

"You know, had you actually stabbed her with that Obsidian Knife, none of the things that happened between you would have happened. Though you would still be here in Hell."

"I said shut up!"

"Oh, getting angry now? That's good! Very good! Use that anger as you train. Take it out on the enemies that come!" Another projection started to manifest itself in the room. Once again it was a wolf man, though this time, its fur was white, the skin underneath it just as pale. Its eyes were a vibrant crimson color and it seemed to be much stronger than the last one. The werewolf let out a howl as it charged straight towards the angered man.

With a swift motion, his foot met the lycanthrope's muzzle with great force, knocking it down to the floor. Crimson flames engulfed Sam's hands and blade as the feral beast stood back up, snarling as it stared him down. Unable to wait any longer, the monstrous wolf lunged at him again. Sam quickly swung the blade upwards, cutting off one of the werewolf's outstretched arms. He grabbed the wolf by the neck and clenched its throat in his hand as he held it in the air. The wolf man thrashed wildly as it tried to free itself from the Destroyer's burning grip. As it flailed about, it managed to use its remaining arm to slash him across the chest. Sam flinched as it dragged its claws through his body, furiously tossing it against the wall behind him.

With a boisterous cry, the enraged Sam ran at the fallen wolf man repeatedly cut into the projection before it fully faded away. He stood upright, fists aflame as he continued to stare at where the werewolf used to lie. "Another."

"Oh? You're really getting into this, aren't you?" Another werewolf appeared in the room, this one with orange fur. "Well, since you're so into this, why not try something new?" The wolf snarled as it lowered itself to the ground, supporting itself with one hand. "Try gathering flames into the palm of your hand."

"What?"

"Just concentrate on your palm." He did as the angel instructed, and as he concentrated, fire pooled together to form a ball. It looked much like a miniature sun in his hands. "Now throw it." Once again, he did as he was told and tossed the fireball at the wolf projection. It exploded upon impact, engulfing the werewolf in crimson flames. As the lycanthrope howled in agony, now covered in flames, Sam motioned towards it, causing it to explode into nothingness. "Excellent!"

"More." Sam said with an unsatisfied tone.

"Hmm, looks like I'm going to have to up the ante here." At his bidding, five more werewolves appeared in front of him, each one a different color.​

 

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Tuesday, November 12th, 2013 | Day 52 : 2/5 | Music | Location: Westport, New Zealand| ooc: new font​

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Adam felt himself shoved away when he was in the middle of talking. Why the hell did Henrik think all of a sudden that he was the big inspirational mover of the group? It worked with Lauren because they had common ground. But it wasn't going to work in this case, not with the words he was choosing.​

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Adam moved himself closer before he spoke, "Stop bringing your children into recruitment attempts. I don't care if you are a father and they are important to you. I do not have that connection yet. But they aren't the only ones lost here. Others have lost loved ones. I have lost friends, family. I don't know who is left. I don't bring that into every recruitment session. And it is best you stop it now."​

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Adam took a deep breath and looked over at Cora,"Look, I know. I am not making it better saying that. You want a drama-free life. And I understand that. I wish I still had that, but the unfortunate reality is that we don't get to make that choice when fate beats us to the punch. We need Fallen, we need people like you. We aren't randomly victimizing you on the street, that compass we told you about... I don't know why Joslyn refused to show it, but it finds people like us. I cannot promise we will win, I hope we win. But if we get you to help us, we can hopefully end this, and then after it all. You can find that peace and quiet you have always dreamed of having. We all can. But... if the people in Hell win... you will never get that peace... and we can only find power in numbers." ​

 

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Hay Sun was off running off to tend to Leon and the other two were left to deal with Lu. As usual Lu was acting as haughty as ever, but she at least had a reason for doing so. The other had just rushed in without even paying Lu much heed and it was just pathetic really. She clearly wanted Hay Sun in Leon's room and the girl just ran in without any hesitation at all. He was quite curious about what the relationship between the two were, but that was something he may find out shortly or never find out at all.

Lu was obviously ignoring his presence in the room and having all sorts of fun playing around with the fallen that she ensnared on the wall. He rested his elbow on the table along with his chin on his fist as he stared over at the two and let out a sigh. To be honest he felt a bit sorry for the fools, but he was curious about what Lu would do with them all the same.

More and more she just seemed so childish, acting as if she was trying to pick out which piece of candy she wanted to eat out first. It was actually quite cute and Alistair chuckled softly as he stared over at Lu "calm your titties Lu, your drooling.... if you keep giggling about like that so loudly then your going to call in Hay Sun quite earlier than you wish. You have two of them so why not just do separate stuff to them or something...gorge out the innards of one of them and make the other eat it or some disgusting shit like that" Alistair said closing his eyes with a sigh "man I've been staying around Azrael for too long..." Alistair muttered silently to himself before opening his eye once more to watch.

 

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As Cora was walking away, someone had run into her, stopping her in place. She looked to see that it was one of the young men that was with the group that came to "recruit" her the previous times. She glared at him, about to leave, but then he opened his mouth and spoke up. ​

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"Sorry, um... I heard you say you didn't want us to harass you any further, and I do not want you to think we are trying harass you. I didn't talk yesterday, but I am Adam. I am also in the group. I do not think our last attempts at talking to you worked too well, and I know you said you are not interested... but I wanted to try again and see if we can explain this any better... because we've done a pretty bad job already."​

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She folded her arms across her chest. Her heart was temporarily softened for the time being. At least the boy knew that she did not want to be bothered further by this. He actually wanted to explain things to her instead of sugar coat it. "Yes, your group haz botched badly. I vill no disagree. However, I-" And then the older man had pushed the boy out of the way. What kind of crazy group was this? Again, she was turned off, and again, she felt the anger swell inside of her. Why did she want to associate herself with these kind of people? She turned her back on the boy and the man. She just did not want to be involved with them at all.​

"Your life isn't normal."​

"Tch." What did this man even know about her? She continued to walk, trying to drown the man's words out of her mind. "Everyone you care about will die unless the lot of us can stick together and prevent an apocalypse." They were crazy, that was for sure. Perhaps they were the people that thought zombies would rise from the dead and run a rampage across the world. "Look." A hand went on Cora's shoulder firmly, trying to stop Cora from walking. It served its purpose, but something had snapped inside of her. She stiffened and clenched one hand into a tight fist, pulling her elbow back as she turned around to face Henrik. Her eyes were blazing with rage. "My wife and I, lost our children. We had as much of a normal life as you and we had to put that aside. I had to put it aside just for the chance to get revenge." She stopped herself from swinging her arm at Henrik, catching herself on time. Revenge? Cora knew what that was like... ​

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"If we leave you to live your life others, far worse than us, will come searching for you. The same ones who plan to bring Hell to Earth. I never believed it was true until I saw proof. You need to listen now before you're stuck staring into the abyss wishing you had made a different choice." Cora shrugged Henrik's hand off her shoulder, not appreciating being touched at all by someone she barely knew. People were going to come looking for her? Should she believe this man? She was about to open her mouth to speak when the lad that had been shoved down earlier stood and began to say his peace as well. ​

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"Stop bringing your children into recruitment attempts. I don't care if you are a father and they are important to you. I do not have that connection yet. But they aren't the only ones lost here. Others have lost loved ones. I have lost friends, family. I don't know who is left. I don't bring that into every recruitment session. And it is best you stop it now." The Russian felt something tug inside of her when Adam spoke. He did not experience the pain of losing children, but of family and friends. That itself connected to Cora on a personal level. The boy call Adam was not done yet though. ​

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"Look, I know. I am not making it better saying that. You want a drama-free life. And I understand that. I wish I still had that, but the unfortunate reality is that we don't get to make that choice when fate beats us to the punch. We need Fallen, we need people like you. We aren't randomly victimizing you on the street, that compass we told you about... I don't know why Joslyn refused to show it, but it finds people like us. I cannot promise we will win, I hope we win. But if we get you to help us, we can hopefully end this, and then after it all. You can find that peace and quiet you have always dreamed of having. We all can. But... if the people in Hell win... you will never get that peace... and we can only find power in numbers." ​

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Silence. The young woman did not know what to say after Adam had laid out his mind in front of her. He was being true with his word, not trying so hard to drag her into this, but to understand their plight... Even though it sounded crazy. She felt chills run up and down her arms. She felt the power behind the boy's words, but also felt the pain of the past coming back to haunt her once more. Cora felt her throat tighten and turned away from the others. "You all zound vierd talking about zis Hell to Earth." She tilted her head back and laughed half-heartily, exhausted by all of this. "No one likes zad stories..." Cora trailed off and looked to the ocean once more. The pain inside of her was just too hard to face, but something of what these people say stirred up something within. "I came from Russia to find peace from pain... Once zah upon a time, I had family. I had husband at young age. I had lover. Ve vere happy. Ve vere expecting first child..." She turned, looking straight at Henrik. Her eyes stung, but she refused to cry. With a shay voice, she continued. [COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#c73500]"Fate vas cruel. Death took my husband avay. He tried protect me from Death. I vas barely alive. I lost.." [/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#c73500][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#c73500][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#c73500][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#c73500][COLOR=#137e9e]She swallowed a knot in her throat. [/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#c73500][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#c73500][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#c73500][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#c73500][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#c73500][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#c73500][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#c73500][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#c73500][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#c73500]"I lost husband and child. I can have no children again. "[/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR]​

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[COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#c73500][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#c73500][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#c73500][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#c73500][COLOR=#137e9e]Cora's eyes then landed on Adam, smiling sadly at him. [/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#c73500][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#c73500][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#c73500][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#c73500][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#c73500][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#c73500][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#c73500][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#c73500][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#c73500]"You are right. I vant no drama. I vant no pain. I be fool for thinking I can escape alvays avawy from it. But I no... " [/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#c73500][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#c73500][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#c73500][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#c73500][COLOR=#137e9e]Cora covered her face with her hands. The brave, tough act was beginning to fail. She rubbed at her eyes, taking in shaky breaths. [/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#c73500][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#c73500][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#c73500][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#c73500][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#c73500][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#c73500][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#c73500][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#c73500][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#c73500]"... understand... Vhy me? Vhy you need me? I am blind, I am zorry. Zoh hard to zee vhat use I be to all you..." [/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#c73500][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#c73500][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#c73500][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#c73500][COLOR=#137e9e]The Russian sighed heavily, lowering her hands from her eyes. They were blood shot, and looked extremely tired. [/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#c73500][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#c73500][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#c73500][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#c73500][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#c73500][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#c73500][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#c73500][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#c73500][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#c73500]"I need think time... How long you stay in Vest Port...?" [/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#c73500][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#c73500][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#c73500][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#c73500][COLOR=#137e9e]Cora had almost caved in. Almost, but not quite. She still didn't completely understand any of this.[/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR]​

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{♚}Location: Taupo New Zeland {♚} Mood: Confusion/Irritated {♚} OOC: {♚}​

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Hearing's Lauren's plan to convince the next person was interesting. If it was confusion that they were going to use, then they were missing a certain person who's a master at that. "As long as they give up on trying to have us explain things to them, it might work." Though if they get irritated with them like the last person did, the it might be another failure. ​

 

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Lu[/url] was still counting ways to disembowel the men and what curses would be the most delightful when the fuckhead decided to open his mouth. "Calm your titties Lu, you're drooling ..." She spun on her heel to face him. The rat bastard was still just sitting at the table all nonchalant. Her brows knit into a scowl and her eyes darkened. "If you keep giggling like that so loudly, then you're going to call in Hay Sun earlier than you wish." Just because he had a point didn't mean she had to like it -- at all. "You have two of them, so why not just do separate stuff to them or something..." OBVIOUSLY SHE WAS GOING TO DO SEPARATE FORMS OF TORTURE ON THEM. GOD! WHO DID HE THINK HE WAS? She was the one that had literally been specializing in torturing souls for her entire existence, not him. Fire seemed to burn in her blue eye and the scaring on the left half of her face seemed to writhe with life. "Gorge out the innards of one of them and make the other eat it or some disgusting shit like that." He shut his eyes with a sigh and she wanted to gouge them out -- right here, right now. Alistair muttered something else, but it went unheard. He opened his eyes and she leaned over the table with one hand pressed firmly to the surface.​

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She snapped her fingers and a small barrier went up at the entrance of the hall. There. Now no sound would leave the kitchen so she could be as loud as she wanted without drawing the attention of Miss Hay Sun White and her Archangel Uriel. "If you don't shut your fucking mouth, I will make you eat their innards. How does that sound?" It actually sounded pretty delicious in her book, but that was a chapter better left unread. "I know how to torture souls better than anyone else and I thoroughly planned to use separate acts on each of them. I will take care of them the way I want to take care of them!" She straightened out, rage bubbling over and mist curling spasmodically at her ankles. Temeluchas pointed an enraged finger at him and mist jutted out, sending his chair back into a counter and the inky black substance coiled its way around Alistair's body, holding him captive as well. "Your disobedience has not gone unnoticed. I won't tolerate anymore screw ups from you or anyone else. You're going to suffer, just like the rest of them."​

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Flames licked at her feet and zigzagged throughout the kitchen. When Lu pointed her fingers at Sal and Vincent, small matching cuts began to slice at their arms. Another was sent at Alistair where blood began to trickle down his cheekbone. Her hair lifted off her shoulders and her wings flapped against her back. She dug her nail into her chest, making a cross over her heart and watched as blood began to stain the front of his clothes. Whatever happened to her would happen to him and she could handle what she gave herself. Years of practice taught her that. Lu pressed her lips together and took a step back, relishing in what she had begun.​

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Black coils had bound him and Alistair let out a sigh as the woman began to act "here we go again" Alistair said softly. Lu just hated when she was not on top and it was very simple to dethrone her from her haughty self. Just one little remark was all it took to piss her off to no ends. Maybe it was just him and that no other could have pissed her off this much, but regardless all Alistair could think was that it was just too easy that he didn't even have to try.

A searing pain had hit his chest, but it was one that he was quite familiar with. She always played around with his heart and quite literally as well. She hadn't even really begun but all ready the small sensation had already begun and Alistair began to chuckle "Blah de blah de blah you sure love to bitch about stuff...well its only natural for a bitch to be bitchy..." Alistair said softly during the chuckling.

The blood stained his suit and it disappointed him slightly. One thing he loathed about these little torture moments was that his clothes were always stained and ripped and it just ruined his classy look. He glanced up at Lu and merely smiled his usual smile at the woman awaiting whatever the woman had planned for him. If anything he was expecting her to be all quite proud of her torture skills or maybe just continue to be pissed. Either way he would see soon enough.

 

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⎡WEARING ✑ DAY⁝ 52 3/5 ✑ WRITING⎤​

⎣LOCATION⁝ Car ❮Westport, New Zealand❯⎦​

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Kai had managed to get roped into going with Brandon, purely because he couldn't physically say no. There hadn't been a chance given for him to write a reply and Brandon took his silence as a sure fire sign of the two of them going off together. He watched as the silver - haired teen hotwired a car with his electrical powers and they both got inside. That didn't make him feel any better about spending time with Brandon. The kid kind of sketched him out with how happy he was all the time. Like seriously, who was ever that optimistic? The car ride started off in silence and it just made things more awkward until -- ‷ So, how's life been treating you? ‴ Brandon's question seemed genuinely curious and he turned to just stare at the driver blankly. Brandon hit his fist down on the dashboard and he sent a jolt of electricity through it. Somehow, that seemed to unlock the glove box and the panel fell open. The contents of the glove box spilled out -- napkins, a pen, and a notepad. ‷ There ya go. ‴

He raised a brow and his reddish - brown eyes shifted between contents of the glove box and Brandon. Was this guy for real? He couldn't exactly write him a reply since he was driving and that would be a distraction to read. It was better to just leave things left unsaid, but, god Brandon was just so ... so ... he couldn't put his finger on it. The right word just seemed to be slipping away. He sighed and leaned back into the seat.​

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Cora eyed Henrik with suspicion. Something was odd about that man, but she couldn't put her finger on it. She was just done with these people for now and needed space.[COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#c73500][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#c73500][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#c73500][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#c73500][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#c73500][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#c73500][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#c73500][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#c73500][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#c73500]"May I have contact information? In case I make up mind soon." [/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#c73500][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#c73500][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#c73500][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#137e9e][COLOR=#c73500][COLOR=#137e9e]Many things were still whirling around in her head. The fact that they told her that someone else would be coming to her and asking her to join with them scared her enough. She got the hint that perhaps the next people who came to see her would not be as nice as these people have been. Though they were annoying, Cora figured they meant well. Also the idea that they knew where to find her based on some sort of compass also frightened her. Cora had changed her name long ago in attempt to be rid of her old life and be free, but it seemed as if that did no good. The other people would probably know where to find her too. And the thing that Henrik said about all those she cared about would be killed. She thought of the children she worked with at her swimming facility and also at her dance studio. Because she could never have her own children again, Cora felt that she had children to watch over and protect as her own even though they were not hers. Still, despite all that, Cora was not sure she could trust these people...[/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR][/COLOR]​

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Alistair[/url] started to laugh, as expected. He was one fucked up masochist. His laughter was followed by taunting, even as he bled. "Blah de blah de blah. You sure like to bitch about stuff ... Well, it's only natural for a bitch to be bitchy." While he may find her actions predictable, she was beginning to read his just as easy.​

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Her gaze fell on the two pinned to the wall before swooping back to Alistair. She flicked her hand in the air and shards of glass were sent at their arms. Lu didn't even care to watch the their pain or blood drip off of them. While killing the Fallen that had come here today in a feeble rescue mission was her number one goal, teaching Alistair a lesson was pretty high up there as well. Her lips pressed together and her forehead crinkled into a deeper scowl. The trail of flames snaked across the floor until it reached Alistair's feet. The flames lapped at his shoes and she followed after them. Lu sliced her nails through his thighs and dug in deeply as she leaned close to his face. "I'm sorry Pet, did you have something to say? I couldn't quite hear you over the sounds of your death. I still find it ironic, the number of times I've nearly killed you or well, actually killed you. The Angel of Death isn't as immune to it as one would think."​

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Lu trailed her talon nail along his throat, smiling as the blood ran down his neck and collected against his collar. She licked her lip, but resisted the urge to lick it up. As appealing as it seemed, it would do the opposite thing that she wanted most right now. Her ears perked up at the popping sound of his arms being dislocated. It was so easy to break humans. She didn't even have to touch them. The mist had a mind of its own that fed off of her desires. The flames were burning his feet and creeping up his legs. There was a sickeningly sweet sound of blisters forming and popping on his calves that sent a surge of pleasure down her spine. "Any final words before I take the other half of my heart back?" Lu didn't wait for a reply. The mist through his lips, sewing them shut and her fangs gleamed in the light of the flames.​

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Her hand plunged into his chest and her fingers wrapped around the beating heart. She wrenched her heart free of his chest and blackish fluid dripped down her wrist and onto the floor. Lu reached inside herself and pulled out the other half of her heart. When she pressed them together, the two halves turned whole again and she shoved it back into her chest. It took but a moment for the color to drain from his face and her grin widened. She leaned in again, her mouth but an inch from his ear and whispered, "Sweet dreams Pet." Lu leaned back and turned he attention back to Sal and Vincent. "As for you two, I think I'll take care of this vermin problem right ... about ... n --"​

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An arm came around her throat and she was pulled back. Lu lifted her head to see a familiar head of chestnut brown hair and matching eyes. Danel spread his wings wide and released her neck. "What did you do?" he demanded to know, his eyes searching the room in a slight panic. He never looked panicked. Danel always seemed to keep this air of collectiveness about him. She opened her mouth to protest and he held up a finger to stop her. That same finger moved from the upwards position slowly south towards her hand. "Lu you left your ring on. You need to go. He wants to see you now."​

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"But I'm not do --"​

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"Now Lu. You know how he gets if he's kept waiting, especially after killing Azrael for the second time. Go," he egged her.​

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Temeluchas's scowl turned into a stern pout and she spun on her heel, draped in mist until she was gone.​

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Tuesday, November 12th, 2013 | Day 52 : 3/5 | Music | Location: Westport, New Zealand| ooc:

"May I have contact information? In case I make up mind soon."

Adam nodded at her and pulled out a Tracphone. It was one he had gotten the day before using the remainder of his money as well as the money Elsie had given him as a gift. At least it gave him a form of contact. He opened up the address book and opened up a prewritten contact that was simply labeled "me" so he could easily access, and he held it out towards Cora so she could write it down.

When she was done getting that, he closed up the phone and smiled at her saying, "Don't rush thinking just because we won't be here much longer. As long as you call us up, we'll make sure to come and get ya." Adam looked over at Henrik and Iris, Henrik seemed to be a little... different.

Hm...hehehe.
Why are you laughing, I am afraid.
Past acquaintances sometimes try their best to show they have not changed, when they are usually the ones who changed the most... Watch your back around him for me?

Adam looked back over at Cora and smiled at her saying, "Sorry for disturbing you, I hope you try to enjoy the rest of your day." Adam then walked away, without waiting for Henrik and Iris.

Good job kiddo, I am proud of you.
Are you?
Would you rather me not be?
I only did that because you made me.
Adam, those words you said to her reminded me of the day to tried to argue for the Dark Angel's side the day Harbonah died. There was a passion to it, like it was truly coming from your heart. Why do you pretend that is not there? It makes me sad, you mean to tell me all of that was some facade?

Adam stopped for a moment at those words and really thought about if for a few minutes. He took a seat on the beach and just looked at the ocean just to think about it. Before he finally whispered, "It wasn't a facade..."

There better be some good coming out of this.

Adam leaned back a bit and whispered, "But I've already done too much damage. The compass. I still have the dagger... the ring... I am armed and ready for the Dark Angels."
You do not need to worry about that, the past is behind you. I am going to sound corny but it is never too late to make a change in your life.
...where do I start?

There was a long pause before an excited cheer came and Adam jumped.

Adam Graham Pike, please tell me you have just picked a side on your own.


Adam was silent for a moment longer before he hugged his knees and whispered, "Don't tell anyone I can make decisions. It'll disappoint them."

You have no idea how happy you have just made me... now... does something feel off to you?
No... why?
Something feels off...

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Danel sighed at the mess in the kitchen. Lu always had to leave a mess for him to clean up. He waved his hand and the pair pinned to the wall fell to the floor. He walked over to Alistair and knelt down in front of him. "You're lucky that the Morning Star wants you alive. I'm not doing this for you." With a pained expression, he reached into his chest and pulled out his own heart. He didn't have the demon fingers that Lu did, but he still managed to sever his heart in half. He sealed the torn sides and returned half of his beating heart back to his chest and shoved the other half into Alistair's. After a minute, the red haired man's chest began to rise and fall once more and Danel nodded his head. That was now settled, one less problem to deal with.​

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He looked over to the shimmering wall that separated the kitchen from the hallway and snapped his fingers. The barrier fell and the flames died out. The kitchen smelled of smoke and the mist that was containing Alistair to his chair faded away. With one more glance back to the pair of young men and a second snap of his fingers, their silencing spell was removed and he sighed. All done. He turned his attention back to the doctor in front of him and he shook his head. "You can find your own way back, or at least wait for her to come get you. I have no intentions on carrying you and you could probably do for some more time spent in pain from everything she did to you." His wings spread wide and encompassed his body before the mist surrounded him and Danel was gone as well.​

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⎡WEARING ✑ DAY⁝ 52 3/5 ✑ WRITING⎤​

⎣LOCATION⁝ Car ❮Westport, New Zealand❯⎦​

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Even though Kai had opted out of writing down messages for Brandon to read while driving, they managed to miss the girl walking into the road. It all happened so fast. He didn't even have a chance to process what was going on. One minute he was digging through the glove box to see what else might be inside and the next his eyes caught a flash of multicolored hair before he reached for the steering wheel, yanking it out of Brandon's hands. Where did she come from? He had been sure there was no one in the road or attempting to cross the street.

Sirens wailed and lights flashed. He could feel the blood rushing to his head as he hung upside down. There was a soft faint voice calling to them, asking if they were okay. His head turned hazily and he blinked a few times, attempting to focus on those large black glasses covering her face. She was trying to get Brandon's attention. Oh God, Brandon! His hands fumbled for the seatbelt, but they were unsteady and he couldn't get a good grasp on the buckle. Adrenaline was pumping like wildfire through his veins and Kai felt immune to any and all injuries. The noises around him were blaring, but in his ears, they were muted and muffled. He barely heard anything.

He didn't understand how they flipped. Kai was certain it was just a slight veering to the left to pull out of the way before they hit that girl, but then the next thing he knew, they were upside down. It was like the veering had been intensified tenfold. Feet stopped in front of the windshield and he was starting to get dizzy. Kai remembered hearing voices. They were asking if he was okay, where was he hurt. It couldn't answer them even if he wanted to. There was a popping noise and the door opened. Large hands found him and the dizziness intensified. He looked over at Brandon again and weakly gave the boy a nudge. There was no reaction.

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Vincent Antonio Zeppeli
DAY: 52 - 3/5 | DATE: November 12th, 2013 [Tuesday] | LOCATION: Leon's Apartment in Paris, France

Everything seemed to be getting worse and worse as their little visit to this "pretty boy's" residence went on. First, when they went in, they were greeted by Temeluchas who was waiting there for them to show up. That was a surprise, to be sure. Then, the pretty little asian girl decides to run off into the back, leaving Sal and him alone with the bandaged up girl. Considering that he himself lacked combat abilities, and the fact that he had no idea what the other was capable of, the probability of them standing a chance was a little closer to zero than he would've liked.

His hunch about their chances proved to be right when they were suddenly trapped with no way to get out. And then the girl came up to them and placed some kind of spell on them. When he tried to make a sound to alert Hay Sun of what was happening, he found that he wasn't able to project any kind of noise. As luck would have it, that cunning girl wearing the bandages had already thought of that and silenced them. Great. Just great. Now they were really screwed. Thankfully, her red-haired companion seemed to make comments that just pissed her off and she trapped him too. Her attention was focused on him, though that didn't stop her from cutting them up a bit.

She continued to have her way with the well dressed man that was with her, he couldn't help but wonder what kind of relationship they had. Vincent was fully aware that the possibility of their death was very high. In fact, he was pretty sure that the whole lot of them, including her mystery companion, were as good as dead. That being said, he started to let his mind wander and think of what bond those two shared. It was definitely complicated. About as complicated as a Rubik's Cube, or unhooking a woman's bra. The damned things never want to cooperate the way you want them to.

His thought process was interrupted by the sight of her pulling out his heart and her own. The sight almost made him want to hurl all over the place. As he watched her fiddle with the still beating hearts, he couldn't help but feel the beat of his own grow louder and louder. Was that the fate that awaited them? To have their hearts torn out of their chests just like in Indiana Jones? He had really hoped that this wouldn't be the case. There were so many things he wanted to do. So many more foods he wanted to try. So many more women out there to flirt with.

When she was all done messing with the hearts, a brown-haired man with wings suddenly appeared behind her and violently pulled her away from the dead man on the floor. "What did you do?" he demanded to know. The bound Italian man couldn't exactly tell what was going on, though he seemed to be in a panic. The girl was about to make a response when he raised up his finger to stop her. "Lu you left your ring on. You need to go. He wants to see you now."

"But I'm not do --"

"Now Lu. You know how he gets if he's kept waiting, especially after killing Azrael for the second time. Go," he egged her. Though most of these things flew over his head, he did catch that this was apparently not the first time she had killed the man with the red hair. How that worked, he had no idea, but he certainly didn't want to find out.

Soon after Temeluchas left, the man with the chestnut hair started to do the same thing she did. This time, Vincent saw that he was giving half of his heart to the dead man. He didn't really see how that would help, but sure enough, after replacing the heart, his chest began to rise and fall once more. It was too good to be true, but it happened right in front of him. He had just revived the red-haired man. The shock of what he had just witnessed made him completely forget that he was bound by some kind of mist. With the snap of his fingers, their bindings were released and they were home free. As unbelievable as it seemed, they had survived the ordeal with minimal injuries. Well, minimal compared to dying, he thought.

He went over to check on the man with the blood-soaked clothing after the Winged man left the room. Immediately, he grabbed his wrist and checked for a pulse, just to be absolutely sure that there was nothing wrong. Everything seemed to be fine. Unbelievable. He stood up dumbfounded by the events that just transpired.

"This is way more than I bargained for..." He said to no one in particular. It took him a while to regain his composure as he looked around the room. After getting his bearings, he remembered that Hay Sun was also with them and that she had run off to the back room. "Right, uhh," he had started towards the back room when he remembered that someone needed to be there for when the mystery man opened his eyes again. "Sal, could you tell us when he's awake? Thanks!" With that taken care of, he made his way to where the black-haired Asian girl had run off to.

As soon as he made it to the room, he walked through the door and made his presence known. "Okay, what's going on? Anything serious?"​

 

The entire situation seemed to go to shit rather quickly. After politely asking about the condition of their Lionhearted friend, Temeluchus seemed to be rather impatient about everything. She sent a black mist, one that could only be compared to the one that Danel had used on him prior, and sent him straight onto the wall. His position there was locked and he could only slightly chuckle at this. Sure, it was an awful situation he was bound to be in at this point in time, and sure he was figuring that violence would be the only thing to come out of this encounter, but he expected at the very least, a tad bit of talking and idle conversation before they resorted to this kind of a situation. Oh well.

The fact of the matter was that the mist that she had been using had bounded them to the wall and rendered them completely immobile. That was not a good thing in the slightest. If they couldn't move at all then they were essentially powerless to stop anything that the giddy dark angel wanted to do to them. Not to mention she had muted him so not only could they not call in Hay Sun for some assistance, but this way the also couldn't even pass the time with simple talking. For someone who seemed to enjoy torturing people, she apparently didn't get off on their screams at all, which Sal found to be a bit strange. It was, after all, one of the best ways to tell if you were doing actual damage to a person.

While they were silent, one other person was not. Doctor Grey was an interesting fellow indeed. Despite appearing to just have her best interests at heart, which was kind of bad thing for both Sal and Vincent, Temeluchus seemed to be rather pissy with him. She didn't want to hear anything that he was saying and basically bounded him as well in the same kind of mist. It was at that moment that a long cut appeared on Sal and he remembered that he was indeed going to die a painful and horrible death. That was kind of a problem and one that needed solving pronto. Granted, given the sheer helplessness of their situation, Sal couldn't actually think of a way out and thought, save for divine intervention, that they were going to make it out of this alive.

Then a series of interesting events happened that Sal wasn't quite sure what to make of. Firstly, Doctor Grey now was legitimately antagonising Temeluchus and she was not fond of this at all, in the slightest. Instead of just using her silencing spell thing on him, like she did for the two of them, she actually did some pretty weird stuff. She yanked what appeared to be half a heart out of Doctor Grey's body and then seemed to mix it with her own. Sal kind of had no idea something like that was even possible. Within moments of his heart being ripped from his body, Doctor Grey had died. Jesus, these people had worse teamwork issues then they did.

She then turned her attention to the pair bound to the wall, and decided that it was time for them to die as well. Oh, as far as deaths went Sal was pretty sure this was not near the top of his list of ways to go out. As he prepared for the worst, something stopped her. Danel had appeared out of...well nowhere, and not looking like his composed self that he was when last they met. He had stopped her from doing anything to them, and then basically dismissed her. He then gave part of his heart to Doctor Grey, thus saving him, and snapped making all the mist on them dissipate. Well that was awfully nice of him.

After Danel had done his work, Vincent and Sal were free to do...well whatever they wanted at this point. The mission that they had still stood though, and they still needed to save Ariel. As such, Vincent decided to go on ahead and check out how the Little Lion of Atlantica was doing leaving Sal with the now recovering angel of death. Figuring that he wasn't going have to do any fighting at the moment, Sal started using his healing aura, giving off a faint light green glow, to mend up his body so that it wouldn't be impaired at all. Walking over to the body of Doctor he helped him into a chair and then Sal found one for himself. "Now now, Doctor Grey, death does not look like a good color on you." Sal then had his thoughts wander back to what they were here and after Doctor Grey had regained his composure and said, "now then, would you have any idea as to what to do about Ariel's dying?"

 

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He was going to die to her, he knew this, but why did he continue to smile? The smile never changing, never fading continued on as she continued to babble on. She was talking about how death was something not even the host of Azrael could avoid and even this almost made him laugh as loud as he could. Death was fated for everybody, he was no exception. If anything she was doing a pretty shitty job at tormenting him. He always wondered if he was a masochist...or maybe it was just that he took so much joy in tormenting Tempy that it really made the pain feel good.

He would have felt fear had it not been for Azrael. That dreaded moment where he felt all was lost held stronger than ever. He couldn't fear death, it was something that he held power over. He would die with no regrets and come back even stronger than ever, that was what he believed. She asked for last words, and though she gave him no time, he still responded not with words, but with a condescending smirk before life came to a full end.

Everything turned to darkness and with his life having come to a halt he did not know what happened next. What had happened next was unexpected for him. His consciousness slowly began to return and he heard the voice of a familiar male. His mouth formed a small smile as he listened to Danel speak and just listened on until the angel's departure. Danel had saved his life, but it was obvious that it was because of Lucifer's will that this happened. With this known fact he realized that his position in Lucifer's forces was higher than he thought. Temeluchas' heart no longer resided in his body...it was like cleansing the body of shit....

Everything began to awaken and the pain felt like total shit to him. "That fucking bitch" Alistair muttered silently coughing out blood before a sudden warmth began to cover his body and his wounds began to heal. He opened his eyes and stared over at Sal who had helped him and merely sat upon the chair he was placed on. "Heh...come now...death always has the most vibrant colors..." Alistair said leaning back against the chair and placed one arm on top of the back of the chair and smiled casually "Save Ariel? that idiot deserves to die for falling for such a stupid ruse" Alistair said shaking his head with a small chuckle "ah but then again I did just die...and this is Tempy's mission...not mine..." Alistair said removing his coat and tossed it over at Sal. "I do apologize for the blood" Alistair said. All the herbs he found during his trip in hell were all in there so if any one of them would have been useful then they were free to use it.

 

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W E A R I N G ✖ W R I T I N G ✖ M U S I C
MOOD ※ STRESSED ✖ DAY 50 ※ 3/4 ✖ DATE ※ 11/10/2013 ✖ LOCATION ※ PARIS, FRANCE • LEON'S FLAT
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It took a few long moments for anything to happen, but then the lamp clicked on and Hay Sun's eyes widened at who she saw. It was him, but he . . . He was dying. That was clear as day. Attached to his waist was a little girl, but Hay Sun didn't care about her at all.

A few more long minutes of silence passed as she continued to stare, baffled, shocked, and Pretty Boy stared back, as if he was looking at something he didn't quite recognize. ❝I'm sorry, do I know you? Did Lu – ❞ That was dandy; he had a fucking pet name for that bitch. ❝invite you over here or something?❞

Everything stopped. Hay Sun's stomach dropped and her legs were suddenly weak; she leaned on the bed frame to keep from falling over. ❝What . . .❞ she started, slowly, pained, ❝What the hell kind of greeting is that . . .❞ Her voice cracked.

But here he was. He was still alive. Temuluchas was lying then? No. He really looked like he was dying. God, she needed to do something. Anything. Uriel, help me out here . . . I – I don't know what to do. What's wrong with him? Why is he like this?

It was quiet in her head. Against her will, her bottom lip began to wobble slightly. Jun Tae would know what to do, but she couldn't call him. Pretty Boy was sick, right? He needed to be healed . . . ❝How can you not remember me, you dumb idiot . . . You stalked me in the city . . . You took me to Mexico . . . and saved me in the Atlantic . . .❞

Healed. Hay Sun looked back towards the kitchen where the others were. Her legs found life again and she was on her feet once more.

If you're thinking about having Raphael heal Ariel, you should try again. Raphael's vessel isn't nearly powerful enough to heal Ariel on his own.

❝Uriel!❞ she exclaimed out loud. ❝Help me – Ariel – he . . . He doesn't remember me! What should I do?!❞ she said, her voice elevating in pitch.

Raphael may be capable of helping Ariel, but not alone. Do you remember Alistair Grey? He's the man in there with Temeluchas. He's also a doctor, who, coinciding with the Dark Angels for as long as he has, no doubt has extensive knowledge that may be helpful. Temeluchas is in your way, however.

❝Well then let's get her out of the fucking way!❞ she exclaimed. She threw a frantic look at Pretty Boy and the little girl on the bed, and then without listening to a word of reason from Uriel, she slid into the kitchen, ready to kill Temeluchas.

❝Save Ariel? That idiot deserves to die for falling for such a stupid ruse.❞ That was the first thing she heard, followed by a chuckle from the man named Alistair Grey. He continue to say something else, but Hay Sun's tunnel-vision hearing locked on to 'Save Ariel'.

It didn't register that Temeluchas wasn't in the room, and she didn't care about anything else. ❝Can you do it?❞ she asked with a tone that bordered pleading. ❝If - If you can . . . Can you? I can't . . . I can't just let him die.❞

Her voice was strained and she was ready to get on her knees and beg if she had to, even though that was so fucking unbecoming. When had Leon become so worth it? ❝Uriel says that you and Raphael can help. Please . . . Please help him.❞​

 

Brandon woke up in a rather comfortable bed. However...he didn't feel very comfortable. In fact, he felt extremely sore and in pain. What happened exactly? Where was he, was probably the more important question to ask. His mind tried to process everything backward and he remembered what had happened between now and then. There was something that caused him to veer off the course of the road and ended up...flipping? Man, Brandon was not sure how that had happened. He was only conscious for a few moments afterwards so he didn't actually know what happened but he now inferred that he was in the hospital. And by extension, Buch probably was as well. Brandon slowly opened up his eyes as he looked around. Buch was no where to be found in this room.

His eyes wandered around until he had found someone else sitting in the room. The girl seemed to have the oddest colors of hair, being some sort of light blue and light purple color. It was actually kind of cool looking. Her face seemed to be stricken with some sort of concern and worry and he had no idea why, but the girl seemed kind of familiar. It took a few minutes but he finally was able to piece it together and knew that this was the reason he managed to flip a car. She was the girl in the middle of the road who he had to veer away from. Man, he felt awful that he almost ran over some innocent bystander by accident. He felt obligated to see how the girl was doing and faced her while saying, "hey there. Are you alright, did I hurt you at all?" He couldn't see anything wrong with her, but it never hurt to be sure.

 

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THE[/url] GIRL LEANED FORWARD, CLUTCHING THE BED FRAME. SHE LOOKED INJURED AND LEON PULLED HIMSELF TO HIS KNEES ON THE BED. "What . . ." SHE STARTED SLOWLY, "What the hell kind of greeting is that . . ." HER VOICE CRACKED AND IT WAS LIKE SHARDS OF GLASS WERE STABBING HIM IN THE CHEST. WHY DID HER SADNESS AFFECT HIM SO?​

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"I'M ... SORRY?" HE REPLIED CONFUSED. HOW ELSE WAS HE SUPPOSED TO GREET A COMPLETE STRANGER? LEON CHEWED NERVOUSLY ON HIS BOTTOM LIP AND TOOK A SLOW SHALLOW BREATH. IT WAS GETTING HARDER TO BREATHE. HE FELT SO FAINT.​

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"How can you not remember me, you dumb idiot . . . You stalked me in the city . . . You took me to Mexico . . . and saved me in the Atlantic . . ."​

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LEON SHOOK HIS HEAD. THERE WAS A SPLITTING PAIN IN HIS HEAD AND HIS HAND GRIPPED HIS HAIR. HE FELT LIKE HE MIGHT PASS OUT FROM HOW BADLY THE ROOM WAS STARTING TO SPIN. "I DIDN'T ... I DIDN'T DO ANY OF THAT ..." HE COULDN'T HAVE. LEON DIDN'T REMEMBER ANYTHING, LET ALONE HAVING ANY SORT OF CONNECTION WITH THIS GIRL. SHE STILL HADN'T ANSWERED HIS QUESTION. WHY WAS SHE HERE?​

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THERE WERE MORE FOOTSTEPS AND A MAN JOINED THE SMALL ASIAN GIRL'S SIDE. HE LOOKED ROUGH AND BLOODY. "Okay, what's going on? Anything serious?"​

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LEON SQUINTED AND BREATHED SHAKILY BEFORE FALLING BACK ON THE BED. HIS BACK RESTED AGAINST THE HEADBOARD AND MALI SLID AWAY FROM HIM. "Papa, who are all these people?" SHE WHISPERED TO HIM. HIS GOLDEN EYES FELL ON HER AND ALL HE COULD MANAGE WAS A SHAKE OF HIS HEAD. HE DIDN'T KNOW​

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"Uriel!" THE GIRL EXCLAIMED LOUDLY. "Help me – Ariel – he . . . He doesn't remember me! What should I do?!" HER VOICE ELEVATED AND HIS EYES WIDENED. SHE JUST STARTED SHOUTING TO GOD - KNOWS - WHO. "Well then let's get her out of the ****ing way!❞ SHE EXCLAIMED. HER FRANTIC BLUE EYES LANDED ON HIM, THEN SLID TO MALI, AND THEN SHE WAS OUT THE DOOR. THIS GIRL SEEMED WILD AND CRAZY. HE HAD NO CLUE AS TO WHOM SHE COULD HAVE BEEN TALKING TO OTHER THAN HERSELF. IF LU LET CRAZY PEOPLE INTO HIS HOME WHILE HE WAS ILL, SHE WOULD GET A STERN TALKING TO. IT WAS TOO MUCH FOR HIM TO HANDLE RIGHT NOW.​

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"EXCUSE ME," HE WINCED AND SLID TO THE EDGE OF THE BED. MALI JUMPED OUT OF HIS WAY AND HE LOOKED UP AT THE MAN STILL IN THE ROOM. "I DON'T - I DON'T KNOW WHO YOU PEOPLE ARE, BUT I WOULD REALLY APPRECIATE IT IF YOU LEFT. THIS IS A LITTLE MUCH FOR ME TO DEAL WITH RIGHT NOW." LEON COUGHED UP BLOOD AND HIS DAUGHTER HANDED HIM A RAG. HE STARTED CHOKING ON THE VISCOUS CRIMSON SUBSTANCE THAT STUCK IN HIS THROAT AND HE GAGGED A UNTIL IT ALL CAME UP. LEON TOSSED THE RAG INTO THE TRASH AND STUMBLED TOWARDS THE DOOR.​

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"Papa, where are you going? You should stay in bed." MALI URGED HIM. THERE WAS A STRANGE LOOK IN HER EYES AND THEN HE NOTICED SOMETHING THAT HADN'T BEEN THERE BEFORE.​

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"YOUR EYES ... ARE BLACK ...?" HIS EXPRESSION CONTORTED INTO A MIXTURE OF CONFUSION AND DISBELIEF. HE BACKED AWAY FROM HER AND SIDESTEPPED VINCENT, STUMBLING OUT INTO THE HALL. HE COULD HEAR VOICES AND HE STARTED TO WONDER JUST HOW MANY PEOPLE LU LET IN.​

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"Uriel says that you and Raphael can help. Please . . . Please help him."​

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HIS HAND PRESSED AGAINST THE WALL AND HE STOOD IN THE ENTRY OF THE KITCHEN. THERE WAS BLOOD EVERYWHERE AND THE SMELL OF SMOKE BURNED HIS NOSE AND THROAT. "WHAT - WHAT HAPPENED HERE? WHAT ARE YOU PEOP --" HIS DULL GOLDEN EYES LANDED ON A FAMILIAR HEAD OF RED HAIR AND HE STUMBLED BACK. "YOU!!" LEON MANAGED TO RAISE HIS ARM AND POINT AT ALISTAIR -- THE MAN HE HAD LAST SEEN IN RUSSIA. "ALL OF YOU OUT." HE HAD NO ENERGY LEFT IN HIM, BUT HE MUSTERED UP THE STRENGTH TO SOUND COMMANDING. "OUT!"​

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LEON SLID TO THE FLOOR WITH HIS BACK AGAINST THE WALL. THE PENDANT HANGING FROM HIS NECK GLOWED AND HE MANAGED TO WHISPER CONTEGO. THE SHIELD TOOK FORM AND A SMALL BARRIER SHIMMERED AROUND HIM. IT WAS USING EVERY LAST BIT OF ENERGY HE HAD LEFT TO HOLD IT AND HE DIDN'T EVEN KNOW HOW HE WAS DOING IT. ALL LEON KNEW, WAS THAT ALISTAIR GREY WAS IN HIS HOME AND HE WANTED NOTHING TO DO WITH THAT.​

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"Papa?" THE SMALL VOICE CAME FROM BEHIND HIM AND LEON TURNED HIS HEAD TO SEE MALI STANDING THERE, LOOKING CONCERNED AS SHE TAPPED THE BARRIER, UNABLE TO ENTER IT.​

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HIS EYES WIDENED AND HE BLINKED. HER HAND FELL THROUGH THE BARRIER AND THEN THE REST OF HER BODY WAS WITHIN THE ORB AND SHE CURLED UP BESIDE HIM. LEON DIDN'T KNOW WHAT WAS UP WITH HER EYES, BUT SHE WAS HIS DAUGHTER AND HE COULDN'T RISK SOMETHING HAPPENING TO HER AROUND THESE PEOPLE. HE WRAPPED A FRAIL ARM AROUND HER WAIST AND PULLED HER IN CLOSE. THE COLOR WAS DRAINING FROM HIS FACE AND HIS EYES WERE TURNING RED AS THE VEINS POPPED.​

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