♕ ℛσуαℓ Sιηηєяѕ ♕ Exorcists needed!

[OotsutsukiAsura]

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Mammon had to admit. The Royal of Sloth was quite the accomplished actor. He was quite aware of the Demon's distaste for his own kind. Astaroth probably wanted to escape the establishment and run away to wherever he had established his headquarters. It was no doubt somewhere nearby as the Sloth rarely liked to journey across the Earth like the others. He was the perfect housewife, in all honesty.

Envy was by far more interesting to screw around with. He leaned over to whisper in his ear.

"You are bothering the child with the smell of your genitalia. You've visited the sharks, haven't you?"

It was uncalled for to insult the serpent. Of that he had no doubt in his mind. But the simple fact was that they were Demons, it was in their nature to insult and badger others. Not that he cared for the simplistic view cast upon them by Humankind. He simply loved the pick on the other Royal Demons. He refrained from picking on them in most cases but they were in public. In a bar of all places. It was okay to cut free in this instance.

But he had a reason for being here.

Greed stiffened as he felt the presence of Lust. He looked around the other two and took in the sight of her host. His pupils dilated as he found himself rather aroused by the sight of her. Then he forced himself to calm down. It took more willpower than he would've liked to admit. Honestly, Mammon liked Asmodeus. He desired her all for himself and hated the idea of her sleeping with others. His own nature dictated that he force himself upon her and claim her. Fortunately, he was smarter than that and acknowledged the infighting that such a thing would start.

He would need to plan to capture her heart another time.

Mammon sipped his wine in silence. He placed the glass on the bar and leaned on it, propping his head up with his right hand. He motioned toward the men in the bar and worked his spiritual energy to cause them to ignore them in favor of drinking. They desired alcohol most of all in this point in time. And so he removed whatever inhibition they had that kept them from drowning themselves in the liquid. Eventually the group would kill themselves, drowning from the inside. Not the nicest way to die in his opinion.

"Greetings, Leviathan, Asmodeus... Astaroth," the Demon nodded to each of them in kind.

The creature picked the glass of wine back up and sipped lazily as he contemplated his next words. It was the main reason he had sought out the Royal of Envy. He was more than satisfied to find two of the others along with him. He had a plan in mind that the others may like. And with the strength of not two but four of them, the plan would be much easier to accomplish. Greed closed his eyes and exhaled harshly. Inhaling, he started.

"I am under the impression that we were sent here to spread the Devil's influence. And we haven't managed that much in the six months that we've been here, and you all can agree with me. I am proposing a simple task. We send a message to the Vatican that they are no match for us. We pick a city that is important to them and cause as much mayhem as we can. Interested?"



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[Kin Tagashi]

[[} - - K u r a i + S ō s a - - ////
_[[} - - Lucifer ~ Pride ~ Superbia- // - ___

It seems like right from the moment of your birth。。。
。。。Some◎ne's been Ωeeding to bring you ▽down▽ to Σarth

The promised son of a powerful business man pinched his brow together, letting out a sigh as his subordinates squabbled over the recent loss in revenue.
"I told you! Putting the company's money into furthering our research is a better investment than funding some... some covert military company!", argued a man in what could only be a lab coat.
"Heh, you just lack vision Satori. Power is having a strong military force. No one will dare rise against you while you have ten highly trained bodyguards behind you. Besides, your method won't bring instant results for us, which is what we need", the rather large business man replied to enforce the decision made as his hand covered the lighter, igniting his cigar. "Being a business man is all about taking gambles. We may have lost money, but whose to say we won't make it back once the project has taken off. You never know...", he grunted as he sat back to puff smoke from his lavish Cuban. Stunned the spected official turned to the young man.
"A-Are you not going to say anything, my Lord?", he stuttered, fearful in case he spoke out of turn. Letting out another sigh he dropped his hand onto the arm rest of his chair.
"I take a business trip to New York to strengthen the company's connections and here I sit, surrounded by children who can't make a simple joint decision", he raised his voice harshly to highlight his frustration. Taking in a deep breath his eyes darted to the conference room's door, a smartly dressed woman standing by it with her head bowed. With a gesture of two of his fingers the secretary briskly walked towards her superior, leaning down to whisper into his ear. Listening intently his eyes wandered around in thought before focusing back on the room. He snapped his eyes towards Satori. "This problem. Fix it. You. Just keep an eye on the mess you made", he shot a glare at the Militant Chief as the cigar drooped in his mouth, the young boss walking out the room.

"Ophelia, I'm paying a visit to the branch in England. Let them know of my arrival", he instructed her as they both walked down the hallway, his fingers threading into his tie pulling it loose as he slipped it out of his collar and onto the floor. The accessory caught flame and vanished as it fell, his fingers popping the buttons on his suit jacket open giving him a more casual look. "Report to me if anything unforeseen happens", he finished, the secretary bowing her head as she stopped. Kurai continued to walk, activating the scroll just before he collided with an office window, taking him to a bar in Cardiff, Wales.

Ending up just around the corner from the bar where he sensed 'them' to be, he finished straightening up his sleeves, pulling at his suit as he pushed the door open to let himself inside. The room was thick with Sinful energy, emanating from the bar at the end of the room. Not only that, but begrudging stares came from some of the less powerful and wealthy on-lookers that watched the young adult stroll in with his expensive suit. Certain that no one would rise up to give him a piece of their mind due to his overwhelming presence, that didn't stop him from giving a few hotheads intimidating stares so that they knew their place. Humans...

"Work won't get done while people are at a bar...", the first child stated from behind the quad. Walking straight to the bar he ordered his drink, paying no heed to his siblings until his drink was in hand. "Scotch on the rocks", he ordered, taking a seat on the corner from the foursome.

(( My introduction posts are so lacking... ))

[Chris P Bacan]

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Leviathan’s unoccupied arm was propped up on the counter so he could lazily rest his cheek on his fist. His eyes were half lidded, being weighed down with bliss from being able to touch Astaroth’s hair and be so close to another Royal. It had only been roughly six months since the Royals dispersed across the earth, that time amounted nothing to a demon like him, but he wasn't used to being alone like this. Sure, he’s been surrounded by humans whether having some fun or causing sin, but they just weren't the same. Why didn't he and Behemoth just stick closer in the first place? And what’s the deal with his brother being so hard to find.
Levi let go of Astaroth’s hair after several seconds that were obviously excruciatingly uncomfortable for the other sin. “You’re so quiet,” he commented as he picked up his glass, “You okay?”
Levi could already feel the undeniable powerful demonic energy growing closer, and admittedly his stomach felt a twinge of excitement.
He turned to see Mammon, the sin of Greed, taking a spot at the bar. How funny, he only expected to see one Royal today.
Before he could even greet the sin though, Astaroth made a cheeky comment.
He gave the other a pained smile, “Heh, I missed you too Astaroth,” he mumbled. His attention turned to Mammon, expression now snapping into one of enthusiasm.
“Ah, why hello! Er, yes what a surprise!” The thought of deliberately finding Astaroth flashed through his mind.
Leviathan patted the old sin on the back and lifted his glass to his lips. His first sip fell onto his tongue, and it tasted delightful. Unfortunately, he almost choked and barely managed to hold back the liquid in his mouth when Levi received another rather “hilarious” jab from Mammon this time.
He just brushed the comment off when yet another powerful demonic aura presented itself. What the heck, did all the Royals hang out with each other without inviting him? Rude.
Asmodeus’ host made her way over to them, taking a seat next to Astaroth. “Oi!” He pushed himself off his bar stool and scurried to her other side, claiming that stool as his new seat.
“No beautiful I could never forget you,” he nearly whined as he rested his head against her armr. Maybe she would be a little nicer to him. Well, what else would he have have expected from the other two Royals? Mammon is… Mammon, and bugging Astaroth was one of his hobbies, so the biting remarks were something he was used to.
Speaking of which, the little blond was now obviously over this little reunion, judging by his most recent statement, biting as ever. He softly snickered against Asmodeus’ shoulder.

Apparently Mammon found them with a scheme in mind and as Mammon started his pitch, Levi rolled his head off the beautiful woman beside him just enough to see Mammon. Uninterested at first, he slowly straightened his back with growing concern. A plan like this wasn’t a surprise coming from Mammon. He was known for his big ideas.
“Hmm.. Well, don’t you think that’s a bit," his hands acted as if they were juggling the two sides of scale as he pondered the caliber of proposal ,".....Extreme?” Satan wanted the Royals to stay low and slowly but surely strengthen the gates. Regardless if something like this is actually enough to complete step one the exorcists are more likely to find out and they will be there to interfere with the gate’s opening. Maybe Mammon would have a good rebuttal. Probably.

Levi’s entire body tensed. ‘Is that? No,’ He looked over his shoulder and watched a young pretentious looking man walk in. His elder brother’s energy saturated the entire area, and it came straight from him. ‘Oh no. Not the try hard.’
"Work won't get done while people are at a bar..."
Leviathan almost flung his bar stool over from standing up so fast. He steadied himself by putting his arms on the counter.
“Luci! Get out of here, you’re gonna blow our cover with your obnoxious energy!” He chided in a hushed tone to Lucifer. The two had a slightly strained relationship, pretty much entirely from Leviathan’s end.
Knowing he wasn't going to get rid of his older sibling that quickly, he fell back onto his stool and grabbed his glass, taking a full swig from it as if taking out his displeasure on the drink.

[A v e m a r i a xo]

She couldn't help but roll her eyes at Astaroth's behavior, out of all the Royals everyone knew he was the most lazy and rather an introvert -- the 'Sloth' title was nothing but a perfect fit for him. Asmodeus stuck her tongue out at him, "Asty you're not very entertaining.." her voice trailed off, though if you listen really, really closely it was dripping with venom. Those who knew her or knew about her knew that she despised being bored. The only female in the group was about to open her mouth once more only to have her thoughts interrupted by the sudden scraping of the bar stool and Leviathan plopping himself down next to her, leaning against her arm.

Her rose-colored eyes twinkled in delight as she allowed him to invade her personal space, "I would hope not dear beloved Levi," she used a finger to trail down his cheek, "You are one of my favorites after all."

When Mammon had proposed a delicious sounding plan her attention diverted to him immediately. She licked her lips, "But that sounds quite fun does it not Levi?" plus they would probably encounter some Exorcists. All the minor lower-levelled demons were beginning to bore her and maybe just playing with some Exorcists would be enough to keep her entertained, "I'm in Mamo!"

Asmodeus' eyes widened when a presence entered the bar and sat with them, her eyes quickly sharpened as they landed themselves on a figure that she knew too well. She held herself back from biting her lip when he had mentioned about their 'work not being done'. And then, she relaxed and placed one arm on the bar table, leaning her cheek against said arm and with a smile she greeted the newcomer, "Oh dear Lulu, how nice of you to join us!" Asmodeus couldn't help but laugh lightly at Leviathan's comment before she leaned a bit forward and tilted her head at Lucifer and eyed the business suit on his host's body, "Handsome as always."


ＯＯＣ： short post is short sorry.

[Viciously Idiotic Person]

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Arrogance. Heartburn. Voracity. Avidity. Laziness. Anger. Desire.

Or known as;

Pride. Envy. Gluttony. Greed. Sloth. Wrath. Lust.

They were the seven deadly sins that influenced humanity to abandon its morals and wrong God. All of the embodiment of sin were different individuals, demons, that had been deemed as Royal by Satan himself in a challenging quest which could potentially lead towards the devil's reign on Earth. The high demons that were sent to Earth all could be told apart by their separate, sole personalities and different hosts. The Royals were - unbeatable, fatal antagonists to humanity and whoever went against Satan. Although still new in their title many other lesser demons and even exorcists were tipped off by the plan that the seven were meant to put into action. Undoubtedly, Earth's exorcists and free demons roaming around already have heard as much as possible on the endeavors and consequences that the seven would bring. Some rejoiced, others gave in to anger to lose their limited freedom and than the humans, innocent little mankind had no idea of what was awaiting. Their demise would soon be met.

Although seven was the number everyone was familiar with, what would happen if an eighth one would be sent up as well? Slightly more than precaution to potential failure that exorcists could bring about. One that has a sin of his own to spread among the humans and one that has the best access to do so. A sin, that perhaps wasn't as strong or well known as the others, but nevertheless managed to put mankind to a difficult test, which ultimately they all failed and ended up being nothing but worthless garbage six feet underground. Yes, the sin of dejection, gloom and sadness. Depression and utter hopelessness. Despair. The vice of despondency had been blessed upon the demon of impurity; Gressil.

Gressil, the great demon of impurity that left little information about himself in 1634 and still managed to leave humans with some knowledge about demons in general and how powerful they truly were. Ah, the case of Loudon possessions, leaving him quite well known in the minds of exorcists, but apparently not well known enough to humans as most were not even aware of his existence. Sure, everyone knew the big guys like Lucifer and Leviathan, even called gluttonous humans ' Behemoth', not to mention the other four all had art drawn by humans in their honor, however not Gressil. Oh, no. Even damn lower ranked like Belphegor was more known than him, and that old a** wasn't even strong, just lazy almost as much as Astaroth.

Ironically, oh-the-amazing Gressil was sitting high on a stool with microphone millimeters away from his lips, wearing a frilly white dress and one of the most innocent and happy expressions this human face was capable of portraying. People...humans, were heard cheering as he musically performed with his host body. Speaking of his host, when he had possessed her, he didn't have a clue that it'd be so much effort to keep up her popularity and increase it in order to get new victims falling for his vice. The life of a famous person in human world was hard. No privacy. Haters. Fans that didn't know where to stop. And oh so blessed training. Gressil literally was moments away from snapping someone's neck in two if he wasn't going to get off the stage in the next few minutes.

Luckily, the song had ended and greeted by enormous, thundering applause he thanked the crowd and went off stage to his changing room, collapsing onto the leather couch that was comfortably placed by the make-up corner. ' Convenient,' the demon thought, realizing how many more struggles of human body he'll have to face.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

The female body shot up immediately, standing up and scanning the room for the nearest change of attire, acting as if changing for another song was all she came there to do. " Come in. " The young woman's voice rung out signaling her permission and allowing someone trespass into her private time...politely. It was few teenagers and her manager that opened the door, the kids having backstage passes and the man in glasses with a quick explanation that they had three minutes to talk with Lydia Wright, before she had to go change for her last performance of the evening. Excited squeals were heard from the human offspring as they immediately gathered around the brunette, who only smiled as a response. Few exchanges were made, brief smiles and the signing of their journals and t-shirts, before her manager, Jack, had moved them out of the changing room. As the teens were pushed out, the woman gave them a goodbye wave and the doors finally shot close, leaving Lydia a minute to change and go up on stage again.

Gressil will have to watch that his sin does not reach the children, because if one of them was to die, he'd have investigators bothering him as Lydia and Jack would be the last people to have seen them. Great.

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" Thank you all for coming here today.'...not really.' I know, I'm still young and have a lot to learn, but I'll try to put everything into each performance that I do and show my best to all of you. I'd like all of you to know that you've been great throughout the past three hours. ."' '...felt like a decade, really.' From the bottom of my heart I can tell that I fell in love with Brisbane '...I hate you all... ' "and if you'd allow me, I'd love to be back again to this lovely city. " '...and I'll give you a performance to die for. '

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" You have three days of rest now as we're finished with your tour in Australia. In few days, you'll be performing in Europe, we'll be leaving tonight. " Jack stopped in his tracks and looked at the female who gave him a heartwarming smile of reassurance that she was ready for painfully long and boring flight. Oh god, if anyone knew how Gressil acted now, his reputation would plummet faster than he could get the royal of sloth give up a task given.

" What's our first destination in Europe? " The girl asked curiously.

" Paris." He sped up after glancing to his watch. Schedules. Ugh.

"...Paris? Seriously? I haven't been there for centuries! " Lydia's eyes widened as Gressil realized he had said it out loud. The manager tilted his head towards her and furrowed his brows.

"I never knew you were there before. "

"Ah, when I was a small kid my mother took me there on holiday. " She laughed it off sheepishly.

"Oh, that must of been before the accident when your mother--. Nevermind. Well, anyway, I have to arrange our tickets, I'll come to get you in an hour. Rest til then. "

Bloody hell, he almost gave away his disguise without knowing some basic facts about the girl's life before he possessed her. Okay, so she had lost her mother from what he could gather from the man's reaction. It took Gressil the biggest amount of restraint not to influence his sin onto the human in the professional suit. He kept telling himself that he was necessary. Plus, the effects of his vice should be making impact right about now, so tomorrow news will probably have several deaths and murder cases on it. No point in making the list bigger and bringing suspicion towards himself. Couple of dozens in one city. Couple of dozens in another. Completely normal. Constantly on the move, so no one can suspect him. Brilliant! It's like the best disguise ever, only for the fact that it had boobs...and bled once a month. He experienced this three times already and it was so darn difficult, because his blood was acidic even in this body.

Nasty memories aside, it was time to prepare for yet another trip.





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[Better Off This Way]

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Seven deadly sins. More like Seven deadly individuals.

Each individual is different under the Royal family of Satan. What would you say about Abaddon? Why don’t you find out?

You can say Abaddon has a way to think of her ulterior motive, but she doesn’t have much to do. All she wants to see is chaos. Lingering from the gates of hell and eventually consuming the entire world, creating chaos everywhere. Of course, that's the perspective of Wrath’s mind. On the side of the rest of the Royals themselves, she couldn’t picture it. Only Satan’s mindset of ruling the world seems to surpass the naïve viewpoint of Wrath. Lord Satan. Oh Lord Satan. I wonder how long will I be able to see the day when his master plan will work. It’s been 6 months he decided to do this plan of his. It amuses Abaddon she even gotten herself into this mess. Then again, Satan himself accepted her because she seemed trustworthy and has the some kind of aspect to help him. What? Her showing her anger against the worth with a bloodthirsty way of killing seems amusing to him? Well, she’ll show you bloodthirsty killing when she can.

Six months have passed. It’s been five months Abaddon has developed herself to get used to this host body she has. It’s hard for the female to easily adapt to the human society, mostly cause hiding her demonic horns and tail. Luckily enough when she spawns into the human world, it was the time of when there was these different conventions people ‘cosplay’ and ‘dress up’ into characters they seem to worship or some s**t. It seemed common. Especially where she seemed to put herself. The big apple. The city of New York. It seems a perfect place for this demon to blend in. The diversity, the tourist, the lights and noise level. Anything can happen in this city and it was no surprise some kind of destruction can start at any moment in this place. It’s interesting how she study this city she decided to blend in. She focuses more on the crime scene scenarios than anything. Shows like CSI: New York to Dexter, help Abaddon blend in with the crowd. Sadly, it was hard for her to choose the kind of host she wanted, especially in the police force or in the forensics department. Obviously, it would be harder for Abaddon to even sneak out for a few hours if the police force will be on her back.

Luckily she bumps into Reany, the current host she is with. It’s interesting how they met. Reany is a young girl in her late teens, in her third year of high school. She goes to an all girl private school in the city, which is roughly a twenty-minute commute from where her family lives. Both her parents are well-known doctors in a private hospital they work in, and hold their positions with honor. They rarely monitor the girl’s life because they trust with her content and she always keeps them updated on where she is, etc. At first, Abaddon didn’t take her to consideration because she seemed like a typical spoiled brat teen that always get what they want. After monitoring her carefully in her few days being in earth, she noted the difference of how the female is than the typical girls she researched. In a nutshell, Reany seemed more of a introvert than most girls that seemed eager to go out, especially being in one of the biggest cities in the world. But what hooked Abaddon to stick with her host? The act of suicide. It was a couple of days before her birthday, her parents ended up doing a last minute vacation to Prague, leaving their daughter home, alone, without warning. Teenagers her age would be thrill to deal with such commitment and joyous moment, but in all reality, she wasn’t. All she wanted was her parents spend the time with her for her birthday but they left her alone. As always. That night of her supposed death change, cause well Abaddon decided to take over. The rest…well, you see how it is.

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The daily schedule of “Reany Remaster”, the host that Abaddon has taken over.

Wake up. Get ready for school. Eat Breakfast. Smile pretty to both her parents. Get a ride from her family’s personal driver to school. Go to school. Study. Mingle with friends. Stay at top 10 in school. Go home. Read/tumblr/internet surfing. More mingling, etc. The list can go on.

The only force of habit she kept on her demonic side is her habit of snapping of her knuckles when she gets her deed done, or collect blood samples of victims she cross paths with. Now now, she doesn’t murder them. She just simply tortures them, cutting their flesh with a scalpel and takes their blood. Luckily, she always wears a rabbit mask, masking the true identity of poor Reany. Now, she wouldn’t want her host body be put into jail of the numerous robberies and theft robberies that has been in a span of six months, would she?

Based on the weather, it's clear skies, and the weather his phenomenal. Not to hot, not to cold. It was your typical school day for Reany. She woke up early, got herself dressed, and did her usually doings with her family. Nothing seemed to seem tainted in this poor soul that Abaddon has been taking care off for six months. Six months... Has it been that long? Abaddon was mostly just analyzing what she has been doing. She is a very young girl. In only her third year of high school, she is stressing out college choices. C’mon, Reany. You definitely can choose what college to go. Just get away from your parents. Obviously Abaddon is thinking to herself than influencing the girl’s decision. She noted how she ended up choosing to attend the Exorcist Academy as a back-up, which made the demon chuckled a bit. Her surviving the academy? That would be interesting. Only her background of the school thought nothing but the society of living as a normal human in earth than specializing on that. After the third quarter bell ringed, everyone gotten up, getting ready to go to their fourth class of the day. Reany scurried away, grabbing all her stuff, assuming she would be late to her class. In a instant, someone quickly tapped on her shoulder, instantly making her turn. "Reannnyy." a familiar voice called out to her, making her turned into an instant. It was Rina, a senior she has been talking to recently because they have AP English Language with each other. "Hey, do you have a moment before class? I need to ask you something." The female said, giving a quick smile on her face. Reany on the other hand, slightly feeling her cheeks burned up a bit, gives a quick nod. What the heck. Why is this girl getting flustered of all times? Abaddon whined, as she quickly face palmed herself. The two females walked down the hallway of the English department, almost reaching the area of the senior lockers. In a instant, Rina turned Reany around, triggering Abaddon to take control. Abaddon hissed in pain, feeling the throbbing pain in her shoulder, literally knocking Reany cold. Sorry Reany...It looks like I am in charge once again. Abaddon sighed carefully to herself, as she adjusts her classes. "What is it Rina? I actually do not want to be late for class." She said in the most passive-aggressive tone she can intimidate. Rina laughed, almost as it matches the tone Abaddon seemed to have if she was catching a prey. "Aren't you something Reany...and I here I thought you were more shy but seeing this? This catches my attention." The senior said, giving a flick with her hair, as she places her hand near Reany's shoulder, almost touching, sending a slight shiver down the host's spine. "Look, Reany Remaster. I like you. Ever since you started here I have always had my eyes on you. Obviously, I never really talked to you since we were both in an honors class last year, but I just wanted to say what I wanted to say, ok?" Rina said, patting her shoulder lightly, smirking.

Abaddon open her mouth, a bit dumbfounded. What. A female. Human. Has confessed to me. Well to my host, but to me. What the hell. How the f**k am I going to respond to that.

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Darkness. Darkness was all there was for a good while. That is, until a haze of gray popped into view and reviled a lavish room. Bronze chairs with gold trimmings were tucked into a polished mahogany table that rested upon a scarlet carpet. Ancient tapestries adorned pure white walls, only blocked off with the occasional bookshelf. A majestic crystal chandelier hung from a mosaic ceiling high above. However, the most notable thing in the room was the boy cowering in the corner. His raven black hair covered his eyes as he clung to the leather couch, left hand extended outwards.

"Father please no!"

Crack. The sound of a belt hitting flesh permeated the air.

An older gentleman stood over the boy, belt in hand. The man looked disheveled as he huffed and puffed, his hair was ruffled about, his clothes were crumpled, and the tie around his neck was now loose. However, by the style of his clothes and his stature, one could tell he was once neatly dressed. He took another swig of brandy before tossing the glass aside, shattering it on the ground. "We Reinhearts have faithfully served under the crown for generations" the man managed to say as he lifted the belt. "So why does Her Majesty favor the Ainsworths more?!" he belted as he swung down. Crack. Another swing, another mark. Crack, crack, crack. The older Reinheart delivered a flurry of blows before growing tired. He tossed the belt aside and stumbled out of the room. By now, the boy's small and fragile body was battered and bruised. Tears streamed down his face as he curled into a ball and hugged his knees.

Soon, everything began to fade back to darkness.

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Noah, or rather Behemoth, woke with a start. Morning light illuminated the contents of his large and lavish room. It has been six months since Behemoth took over this body, but traces of Noah still remained. The boy had sold his soul and his body to the beast for power. However, Behemoth didn't completely get rid of the boy. He simply locked him up in the back of his mind. Every now and then a memory would pop up in Noah's. Behemoth's dreams.

Sighing as he got up, Noah made his way to the shower in the corner of his room. The sin of gluttony washed away his morning sleepiness in the hot shower and then got dressed. As he was buttoning his shirt, his pale blue eyes caught something by the door. "...In" Noah said coldly. In response to the call, a lesser demon waddled into the room and bowed. "Report for you sire." the creature said in a shrill voice. "Better....be good." Noah responded as finished getting dressed. "We have noticed a few ot...oof!" the demon began before Noah stepped on it. The sin of gluttony looked down on his lackey and retorted "Continue." The lesser demon gasped for air and returned to it's previous statement. "Other...sins...in...England." he finished before taking another gasp. Noah let up and walked over to the window. It had been six months since he had seen his brother...would he be there?

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After following the strongest source of demonic power, Noah found himself outside a bar in an ally. On his way, he had infected several people, driving them mad with hunger for material possession. Noah walked into the bar, past the other sins and sat down next to what seemed to be Asmodeus. "Barrel...rum." He stated as he sat down. The bartender crossed his arms and said "We don't sell it by the barrel sir." It took Noah two seconds to reach into his wallet and throw three hundred dollar bills at the clerk. "Shut up...and take my money" the sin exclaimed. The bartender greedily scooped up the money and hurried to the back. He soon reappeared, rolling a barrel along as he did. "You're crazy man..." the clerk said before going back to attending other customers. Noah grunted as he broke a piece off of the barrel and began to drink. He paused for a second to acknowledge the others. "..Brothers" he said, his eyes lingering on levi. His brother was only one who knew how to read his emotions.

[OotsutsukiAsura]

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Speak of the Devil.

Mammon looked over his shoulder at the oldest of the group. It wasn’t that hard to see Lucifer in his host, due to the manner in which he dressed. He seemed like the perfect businessman in his opinion. The outfit just seemed to scream prideful. Maybe he should follow the trend and buy out one of the local companies?

It was technically within his domain. But that was neither here nor now. He would have to push that thought onto the backburner in favor of dealing with the situation. Part of him hadn’t accounted for more of the Royal Demons showing up. Not that he was complaining. As the age old expression went, the more the merrier.

”Not true, Luci. I am here on business, in fact. I was hoping to enlist the others’ help in one of my plans to spread the Devil’s influence.”

He leaned back to watch the situation unfold. The others were quite the riot to behold when he wasn’t actively in the middle of them. His eyes wandered over the others and he paused in his vigilant gaze when he noticed the newcomer. Behemoth had shown up while he wasn’t looking, it seemed. The smile on his face was nothing short of malicious.

The last thing he had expected was for six of them to show up in the same place. They almost had the full set in a little bar in the Wales. He made the mental note to question Sloth on his odd choice of surroundings. He would’ve thought the younger Demon to prefer somewhere more remote than here. Somewhere that no one was inclined to find and bother him.

In the end, Mammon conceded that even Sloth needed interaction with others.

Greed clapped his hands to grab the attention of his fellow nobles. Patiently, he waited for each of them to look at him and continued to unveil the plan he had in mind. Lucifer was no doubt going to be the hardest one to drive the point home to. He was always so prideful and would no doubt have a few alterations to make. Hopefully, he would be able to minimize the damage.

”I was thinking of corrupting the people of Barcelona, Spain. Particularly those inside of the Sagrada Familia. It is currently one of thee most famous churches in the Catholic faith, mostly due to the fact that it hasn’t been completed since they started construction in 1882.”

He waited for the others to mule over that tidbit of information for a minute.

”The Exorcist faction, which is most likely gathering in the Vatican, will no doubt hear of this in the next few days. We are currently unaware of their correspondence time, as well as their reaction time. We may end up dealing with several Exorcist’s if they are more capable than originally believed. I am, however, aware that a few of you are restless. This will ultimately prove the perfect opportunity for a few of you to… stretch your wings, so to speak.”

Mammon waved his hand to let the others know that he was finished speaking. They now had the chance to speak amongst themselves. He was sure that a few of them would put their own two cents into the equation. And he was more than willing to accommodate them. Plans were prone to edition at least once or twice prior to implementation.

He raised his glass of wine to his lips and took a sip, pondering over which would be the first to speak. Lucifer was no doubt the first. He may be wrong on that assumption, though. It was foolish to stereotype the others, no matter how much history he had with them. Everyone was capable of breaking out of the norm and surprising him. He had learned this particular lesson well over the years.

Then he stopped and looked toward Sloth. He had time to speak with him now, while the others were in the process of talking.

”Astaroth, I am curious. Why come to Wales? I would’ve pegged you as the sort to visit one of the more laid-back settlements. Tulsa, Oklahoma in the United States would’ve accommodated you far better in terms of your sin.”




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[Eve Daeth]

Rome, what could be said about Rome that hasn't been said before? Its culture unique to most of the world, the atmosphere, rather relaxed, for a living breathing city built on the structure of an old empire, it was perfect. The people walked with a sense of importance, almost as if they knew what being from Rome truly meant, knowing that in many ways they were the hub of one of the largest organized religions in the world. Finally, their coffee, some of the best drinks a man, or woman, could ask for. Any Roman will tell you that they love their coffee, they love its taste, and they love the speed they can get their cup of joe on the go. It was in one of the restaurants dedicated to the rich drink that Wyatt found himself. Sitting as he watched the world go by.

He wasn't a Roman, nor would he want to lead anyone to believe that. His colourful eyes watched through the bangs of his white hair as the bustling city carried on from his seat in the Canova. People moved about the Piazza del Popolo with varying degrees of urgency from his stoop, some hailed from afar, much like him, and came to take in the sights. He, despite being from afar, was not here to take in the sights, but rather, to visit the Vatican City on business, to him this was an honor.

Wyatt brought the coffee he had been stirring to his lips, letting the aroma of it fill him, before taking a long gulp of the beverage, taking it in for a moment, before letting out a long, content sigh, if he could he would remain, drinking coffee after coffee, but he could not. He rose to his feet, plucking his wallet from his pocket and depositing some funds on the table. He did, after all, have a meeting to get to, and it wasn't one that was going to wait on him. Walking from Canova to the Vatican would devour a good half hour of his time, and he didn't want to be late, at the very least he could take in the sights.


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Eventually, Ryker claimed a seat amongst the Exorcists. It was somewhat hollowing hearing the Chancellor speak of their levels of skill, but more so, to be in the presence of so many people that undoubtedly had skills far beyond his understanding. He listened carefully to what the Chancellor had to say, even if it was a lot of strict lecturing on how things had to be handled, how important the task was. The only thing that really struck a note with Wyatt was the idea that these creatures they hunted, they were not just any regular monster that he had dismissed before, but rather powerful demons, selected by Satan himself. That didn't just mean danger was heading their way, but for all of humanity, if these demons were even the slightest as important as the chancellor made them seem, there would be blood.

Eventually the Chancellor left the room, and a quietness overtook them. It would seem Wyatt would have to pair himself with a person, or at least a group to be able to strike at these targets, though in all honesty he had little in the way of issue with this, his role required assistance at this scale, it wasn't some simple demonic imp they were dealing with. He closed his eyes, starting to think about the briefing over and over. There would be much work to do to even find one, where would they start when the playground of the demons choosing was Earth?

"So, who's ready to save the world?"

Wyatt's eyes snapped open, glancing at the location of the voice, there sat a man, not wearing a uniform, who seemed to have a slightly confidence radiating off of him, a eyepatch covered a eye telling a story. The next person to speak was a woman, she should a bit of confidence in her own ability's as well ”Anxious as always, aren’t we.””Well, Gyan and I are certainly up for it. Right Gyan?” ,she spoke to her owl. Wyatt shifted in the chair, a bit surprised how this conversation was starting, how this mission was starting, then again, what else could be said? He let out a sigh.

"Saving the world?" he repeated, "I'm always prepared to fight these bastards. However, we got a long road ahead of us, any ideas how we should start?" Somehow, Wyatt felt the standard solution wasn't going to work in this situation, he was expecting a lot of work, something he didn't mind if it meant taking care of business.

[Winged Xephyr]

XXXX The roof of any building gave someone a vantage point of the entire area as far as the eye could see with minimal clouds and the obstructing views from towering buildings. Not only was the view nicer on a roof, but somehow the air was better, the in between polluted and clean air. The Vatican was a tall building, its sides lengthening and coming around like hands to grasp all who come beyond its walls to cherish and worship those who built it, the meaning of the building, and everything that it is. for the exorcists, it is a sort of home. the headquarters to many, and where very high status Exorcists reside. The days had gone by with a threat that loomed over the place, the Holy Knight sent away into hiding to prevent the demons who came to the earthen plane to wreak havoc in achieving whatever their goal was for the 'Father' by being the Royal Demons. The mission to prevent the royal demons was daunting, Not much has been said which was a reason for the meeting that was being called in order for the best exorcists to congregate at the Vatican, but from what she had gotten from the few demons the exorcist had sent back down under, things weren't looking very pretty. But then, what was the challenge and fun in something boring as the regular exorcism here and there of some not so powerful demons that fell easily to the blade or the maw of a beast. Looking up the sky, the eyes of the exorcist smiled with a glint as the game was to be afoot. with a small smirk that spread across the sun kissed skin, the exorcist that was Inverse Arasanclah stood from the roof of the Vatican before making her way down the domed roofing in order to attend the meeting of the exorcist organization.

The room in which the meeting was held was mediocre in size and the decorations were just not something Inverse would like to decorate her abode. The way the Vatican and those who furnished the place had a taste in deco that left the woman in dismay, they may be the center of the great Holy City and very religious, but one didn't have to garnish everything in gaudiness. The Chancellor walked in just as Inverse took a seat in a plush ornate chair that sat in the corner, her hawk like eyes observing all the ones who had come to the meeting they were called for. Most of the people there she knew, Brax, an exorcist who she hadn't seen in a very long while, but even then she didn't really talk very much to the man, she didn't really talk or know many exorcists to begin with anyway though. Persephone, a bridler after her own heart as the demon she summoned was quite useful and had a very nice look to him, not that she dislike her own demon, but on times in the battle field he could be a both literal and figurative gigantic pain in the a**. Although she did not know Persephone on a personal level of any kind, she did keep track of the bridler as she was very good at what she does and knowing things is always good. Everyone was seated and as soon as some sat down did the Chancellor walk in and begin his speech. The information that the chancellor spoke of delighted the woman, even if he said one does not make a group Inverse was technically not one as she had Gormogon who was quite capable of doing very nice damage on his own, yet despite the technicalities it was in her best interest to be in a technical three man group. The briefing was short and quick tot he point, just like the woman liked it and before long it was over and the exorcists were sent off in order to send these Royal Demons back to where they once came from. "I wonder if any of them are cute...its always nice to snuff out the cute ones" the thought ran through her mind as she lazily slouched in her chair with arms crossed over her chest before sighing and standing up in order to exit the room once others had done so as well. Mildly awkward and somewhat irritating with it being so, Inverse looked at the exorcists that had gathered at the Vatican before the one named Brax piped up about being ready to save the world.

"That question is a joke, being an exorcists means you must always be ready to save the world, it is just the thing that comes with the job as every demon exorcised helps saves the world." Although she spoke to no one in particular as she looked away from the small group of two and then three, Inverse shifted her weight on her feet as she stood relatively close to the bridler and fencer gunslinger. The Bridler woman Persephone spoke up on answer to the mans question next and to look at the demon that perched on the arm chair was nice as it's owl form was quite pleasing to look at. Having another exorcist come and comment on Brax's question and actually offer up a valid question, Inverse shrugged internally as she sashayed over to the white haired man who asked where they start and nonchalantly put her elbow on his shoulder as if they were the best of buds without any trouble as she stood at somewhat the same height,albeit her being taller, with her naturally being tall and having heels on.

"How about we start by looking into places where is typically seen to be associated with these Royals sins. Brothels and whore houses hold nice places for Lusty sinners. Although bars and clubs can be home to sinners of all kinds" Bringing her hand up a bit to inspect the red and black pained nails, Inverse averted her gaze ever so slightly in order to take all of them in and greet them with a smile "We can also find a place like a cafe in order to get to know one another better, I mean we are in this together as groups and what not, might as well hang out and discuss this matter in a not so dreary and stuffy place such as the Vatican." Inverse spoke lightly as she suggested they all go for a drink or something at a cafe, honestly anything that got her out of the stuffy church, it may be the hub of exorcists at times, but it didn't mean she had to like the place with all her being..or at all.

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The sin of sloth tapped his foot against the bar stool. Almost completely letting his facade drop. The next 5 minutes were excruciatingly painful for the sin as more and more of the other sins happened to drop in. He already was dealing with the sin of envy, who always got on his nerves so easily, lust, who he could never properly handle, and greed who intimidated the hell out of him. He was never sure if it was his own social anxiety or just his hatred for the other sins that made him want gag every time they appeared. Forcing himself to get along with the other evil little devils was part of his job though, and if he was going to actually do any of his job, he'd have to cooperate.
Astaroth wasn't a complicated person, he wasn't hard to read, and a person could almost always tell what he was thinking just by his facial expression. Well, anyone could tell now that he was, well, grumpy to say the least. Astaroth leaned over and watched as the rest of the sins interacted. He smashed his face against his arm and pouted slightly. The amount of demonic energy in the room was ridiculous and it made his senses feel like they were on fire, or maybe that was the alcohol already getting to him. He rolled his eyes at Asmodeus's flirting, Lucifer's prideful airs , and now Levi's brother's appearance.
Such a pain. He mumbled under his breath. He leaned his head on the side of the bar and checked his phone, mumbling to himself on what his plan should be next. He almost completely ignored Mammon's speech about greeting the exorcists, but it was a good idea. Sloth couldn't go around ignoring his job forever. The presence of Lucifer in the room had reminded him that Lucifer's dad was scary, and the thought of him made Astaroth's stomach churn. I really don't want to be tortured for the rest of my days. He thought. Brawling with some exorcists wouldn't be to bad anyway. It would maybe fill the empty void of boredom inside of him for atleast a few minutes. Astaroth pouted and mulled over his options, before he heard his name being called.

”Astaroth, I am curious. Why come to Wales? I would’ve pegged you as the sort to visit one of the more laid-back settlements. Tulsa, Oklahoma in the United States would’ve accommodated you far better in terms of your sin.”

The Sin's half-lidded eyes turned towards Mammon. It took him a few more seconds to even comprehend what Greed had even said. Why had he chosen Wales?

I don't think I had a particular reason. Astaroth said through his teeth. Even though a town like Tulsa does sound more my style, I do need to do my job somewhat I think... He paused for a moment and pulled on his hair with his fingers. He felt surprisingly stupid now that he was voicing his own reasons. The other sin probably thought he was a total idiot, hell, most of the sins probably did. So, eh, Yeah, basically I chose a populated area and it just happened to be Wales. I'm a lot more serious about this than I let on, so, yeah. I think I'm kind of over Wales now. s**t. Where am I even headed with this? I just didn't want greed to think I'd been slacking the past six months, even though I have, but still- He leapt off of the stool, as if that would somehow be intimidating to greed who was two inches shorter than him. Your idea seems alright, I guess I'll check out Spain. s**t.


ooc ; (screaming) this probably makes no sense my brain is so outta wack

[A v e m a r i a xo]

Asmodeus blinked at the newcomer and could only smile in amusement with his choice of words to the pitiful bartender who just had to deal with a seemingly intimidating group of individuals. She glanced around at the said group and rolled her eyes at Behemoth when he greeted them, including herself, as 'brothers'.

"I didn't know my gender changed, dear Behemoth." nonetheless she did raise a hand in greeting.

Her eyes trailed over back to Mammon who began explaining further into his devious plan for the sake of 'Satan'. Rose-colored eyes twinkled in delight at simply being able to finally, as Mammon says, 'stretch your wings'. Asmodeus would be lying if she didn't say she was dying for something entertaining. It was terribly boring to simply run around completing tasks for her host's career as a rising model.

Bzzz

Bzzz

Bzzz

Bzzz

Speaking of which, prior to coming here she was lounging on a tree solely to avoid the dreadful manager that was currently blowing up her phone. Asmodeus sighed as she reached into her pocket, and scanned the screen with the message that came with promising death if she did not return promptly to the studio. She snickered, like a mere human would be able to do anything to her. That being said she knew she needed to return sooner or later or else her manager would probably not let her out of his sight ever again.

The Sin of Lust sighed before pushing herself off of the stool, "Well gentlemen, I am needed elsewhere," she gave a quick glance at the group of men she had the privilege of accompanying, "Dear Mammon, do fetch me whenever you have everyone ready."

Without another glance at the group she turned and walked out of the bar the same way she had entered, promptly ignoring the human men who stared at her, or rather her body, with lustful gazes.

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"Welcome back, milady."

Asmodeus nodded in response to the greeting as she brushed her outfit down in order to get rid of any lingering crinkles. She sighed, giving a side glance to her servant, "Is he that mad?"

Her servant paused before bowing, "You will get through it, milady." she heard him say before disappearing as the double door entrance to the studio before her slammed right open.

"MS. ARIA VOLTAIRE!"

"Ah, dear beloved Patrick, how are you?"

"YOU MISSY, SHOULD KNOW BETTER THAN TO DISAPPEAR DURING AN IMPORTANT SHOOT!" she glanced at her manager as they walked through the halls of the studio, "Thankfully the photographer was kind enough and allowed for a second chance. You should know to never piss off the photographer!"

"Yes, yes Patrick." Asmodeus waved him off and just as Patrick and her were turning the corner something, or rather someone, collided so hard into her that Asmodeus knew if were not taking care of this host's body it would have left a nasty looking bruise.

"Oof!"

"Are you alright Aria?!" she could hear Patrick cry out as he scurried to her side quickly but her attention was diverted to the younger looking man who was currently apologizing profusely to her. She licked her lips as her eyes flashed dangerously, Asmodeus decided that this boy would be her next target. The Sin of Lust could feel the excitement crawl up her body at the thought of sinking her teeth into this innocent young looking man.


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[Genria Fire]

weapons ￫ Sig Saur, CZ, & Flamberge, holstered

wearing ￫ just this

where ￫ Vatican

with ￫ Inverse, Wyatt, and Persephone⋙



His rather careless statement seemed to have drawn the other Exorcists from their thoughts. A moment of contemplation on the seriousness of this mission wasn't misplaced. Brax had just spent two months doing it, now was the time for action. The first to speak was Inverse, her words cutting if not her tone. Another Exorcist who had chosen to pick up another Combat Class after she had mastered her first. Bridler and Fencer. The first was one of the easiest classes to master, if you had the power for it. Which was the kicker, it wasn't one you could just pick up. It didn't lessen her accomplishments any. He appreciated another Fencer in the group, attitude or no. So he shot her a smile and a small shrug. Point taken.

Next to speak was Persephone, a Bridler. Like Inverse she was the same Rank as him. He knew a bit more her Guardian than her. A good Warbler, he wouldn't have minded working with him. It was a surprise he wasn't here, but something might have happened in the last two years. He wasn't really caught up on the gossip. Brax returned the girl's smile. The bird by her side, demon actually, did not seem interested in the conversation. He eyed the creature with an amused uptick to his mouth, but didn't have a chance to say anything more as the next Exorcist spoke.

Wyatt, a Warbler. He personally liked working with Warblers, keeping the demons off of them while they worked their magic could be fun. Besides, they cast demons down with simple words while he whacked them with a sword. He still thought his way was more fun but he had learned the cost of putting the fight before the safety of the possessed. Ah stupidity, it was just fun and left one with so many things to wince at as they got older. Wyatt's reply to his quip was more, well useful really. Down to business hm?

"I believe the Chancellor and a group are gathering reports of demonic activity. They hope to find places that have had more than usual for the past few months. It's not the best, but it's something." He shrugged again and looked to Inverse. "That sounds like a great idea." Because the Vatican may be grand and majestic but it wasn't the most relaxing place to be. "I'm not familiar with the area though, any suggestions?" As long as it had good coffee and comfortable seating Brax would be a happy man.



ooc ￫ posting again yaaaaaay.


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BUT I CAN'T EVEN TELL XXXXXXX WHEN I'M SLEEPING ANYMORE


“Che cosa hai intenzione qui?”

The sound of the familiar gruff voice startled the woman, causing her to twist her head around to find the form of an elder man standing in her doorway, blocking what little light the candles casted. The sight of him eased a smile onto the woman’s face, only to have his frown deepen.

“Angelo,” She greeted warmly, twisting in her seat slightly to better face him. His frown didn’t move.

“Lei è stato richiesto dalla High Cavaliere, ma qui ci si siede,”

His voice carried an irrated tone that Cassie had become used to over the years. Mostly because the Angelo was always irrated. So she was hardly ruffled by the hardness in his voice, or the way his brows were pulled together in an expression that read ‘I’m pissed’. She had years of training in brushing his gaze off.

“Non è niente che non ho sentito sussurrato a bassa voce in questi ultimi mesi,” She gave a small chuckle, though little humor was behind it. For months now, the halls had been filled with whispers and rumors of the demons growing stronger, more bold in their movements. “Inoltre, si deve ancora – “

“Cassiopeia, questo è un onore,”

This finally brought a frown to the Cassie’s face, her lips turning down as she stared at the man, her eyes taking in the tired eyes of an exorcist. The lifestyle, the path they those to walk, was not an easy one, and it showed clearly on his face. A face that Cassie herself would never have.

“Pensi che io non so, hum?” She chipped, her voice losing the warm it had held. The older exorcist seemed to note that he had struck a chord, and softened his own voice instead.

“Allora perché stare qui?”

Non voglio tornare a Roma. Voglio godermi le mie ultime ore qui,” For a moment, silent took over the two as her words sunk in. Once she left the city grounds, the city that she had come to love so dearly, she had little hope to return. She dragged a hand over the worn wood of the desk she had used as a child, sighing softly. So many memories left inside the walls.

“Che cosa è che dicendo così comunemente usato? “ He voice, breaking the silence. “Tutte le strade portano a Roma. Potrai tornare un giorno,”

And then he smiled. Cassie couldn’t help herself, twisting her own lips to mirror the surprisingly bright grin.
“Può essere,” She replied, though there was little hope in her heart.

No matter how much she yearn for it, she would not be returning to Rome.

- - - -

Cassie couldn’t say she was surprised by the information the Chancellor gave. The whispers around the Vatican were true – Satan was trying to bring hell to Earth, and the group of eight exorcists were the main line of defense in keeping that from happening.

Wonderful.

Cass took a moment to stand up, stretching slightly. While the briefing had been long, it was important. The mission was important, enough that it weighed heavily on her shoulders. Hell on Earth, huh? Sounded like an awful lot for eight people to do, even if they were the best.

The blonde’s spiral into moodiest was interpreted by a familiar voice, causing a smile to slowly inch across her lips. Brax Elwood, a fencer and a gunner from America. The slow curl of his words, long vowels strung together like spoken cursive, only made her smile bigger, giving a small chuckle. At least he was rather cheerful about the matter. Another woman chipped up, seeming just as confident in her abilities as Brax. And why shouldn’t she be? If she was here, she was here for a reason.

Across from her, a silver haired male spoke his piece, seeming ready to get started. There was the big question – where do you find the very embodiment of sin and chaos? Another white haired woman, though her face was full of youth, offered brothels or other type of whore houses. Cassie hummed at the idea. “That seems a little too obvious for a group of demons trying to lay low,” The blonde admitted, her Italian accent heavy in her words, though that was as good of a place to start, “It would have to be in a heavily populated country. Perhaps America? Or here in Europe?” They would have to try and influence as many people as possible, and what good would that do them in Antarctica?

At the mention of a café, and where to find one, Cassie’s face was once again lit with a smile. “Sì, there is a lovely little caffè not too far from here. Tazza D’Oror, very good, open.” For the first time, Cassie felt a bit nervous about her English. Of course, as a student and an exorcist, she had been taught the English language. But it had been her fourth language to pick up, and one of the lesser used ones – after all, it was Rome. “I show the way?” She offered, glancing around the group.