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ｄａｒｋ ＯＶＥＲＴＯＮＥ
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              And it was clear she couldn't go on!
              The door was opened and the wind appeared,
              The candles blew and then disappeared,
              The curtains flew and then he appeared,
              Said, "Don't be afraid,
              Come on, Mary,"
              And she had no fear
              And she ran to him
              And they started to fly...
              She had taken his hand...
              "Come on, Mary;
              Don't fear the Reaper!"

                - Blue Oyster Cult

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              Eight years ago a small corporation known simply as "Castle" took up root on Manhattan Island. It began as a small agency which offered clients defense lawyers, private detectives, personal guards, and various other forms of assistance. It was ran under the direction of Lowell Hamilton, an ex-professor at Duchesne and previous graduate of Harvard Law School in '67. Hamilton was known for his intellect but not very much liked among his peers. He kept his distance from social get-togethers and even had a second apartment to avoid his wife and children. Soon enough he was so absorbed in his own self-education that by the age of fifty he was completely alone and isolated from the world. It was then, in 1986, that Hamilton experienced his first encounter with the paranormal.

              As he was heading for home, a large flat which overlooked the Hudson River, he noticed a shuttering form out of the corner of his eye. Fighting off the beginnings of a heart attack, Hamilton turned to the right and saw an odd entity writhing on the ground at his feet. It lurched, shook, attempted to crawl along the ground, trembled, and repeated these actions. Hamilton, a man already balding at the age of forty-three, felt his blood run cold. Yet, he also felt uplifting, as if the marijuana he smoked back in high school was finally kicking in(it never had much effect on him). He had to understand this.. thing.

              After that night, after witnessing the creature trudge down a sewer grate, never to be seen again(by Hamilton, at least), the man who would become the founder of Castle, headed home and researched various myths and monsters. In little time Hamilton had come up with a name Spiritual Remnant. The thing which he witnessed was none other than a soul incapable of passing on, and only making an appearance as a plea for help. Hamilton, though more understanding of the situation, still felt more questions were left unanswered. Most importantly why him? With the click of his mouse he got his answer, and it filled him with awe and arrogancy. Only Seers, or psychics as they are more commonly called, could attract entities like a Spiritual Remnant. But, to Hamilton's amazement, that was not the only thing which can appear before a Seer. Hamilton's understanding of his newfound ability expanded tenfold within the next several weeks, along with his perception of how the world acts.

              He became enveloped in the occult. He studied scriptures written from previous Monstrumologist, demonologists, priests, Seers, and several women which claimed to be witches. He began to blog about his ability, and about his findings. He joined a variety of chatrooms on the internet which discussed psychic abilities, ghost, and other things pertaining to those two subjects. Hamilton become so engrossed in this world, the darker side of New York's citizens, that he changed his name to something he felt was more suitable for a Seer such as him. Nolan Odwick, as he was now called by his virtual buddies, changed. Not just emotionally, but physically as well. His wrinkles, which were just beginning to get noticeable, vanished into oblivion. His balding head miraculously began to grow locks where there hadn't been any for years. Odwick's body, beginning to feel the effects of old age, was restored. A man in his fifties looked no older than thirty. Odwick could not have been more content.

              Time passed and Nolan Odwick fell into the goth scene. Dark attire, raving parties, and sexual encounters with many different Vampira's. Soon enough he found the true love of his life(excluding paranormal activity). Her name was Ezra. She was twenty-three, beautiful, and dead as Hell. He met her one day, strolling through Central Park. She was sitting on a bench, humming merrily as she braided her hair. Odwick knew she was no longer alive, but that wasn't what stopped him. After his first encounter with the Spiritual Remnant he discovered that in the right light you can see their transparency (the black bench was easily seen through her blue dress). However, she was different. Not even a Seer can hear the motions of a Spiritual Remnant. Which could only mean one thing.. it was something else. Odwick had studied well, and almost instantly understood what he was witnessing. She was a Ghostly Aura, or the ghost of a person which does not know they are already dead. They perform the same actions they would before their death. Which could only mean she met her fate in Central Park. Odwick sauntered up to her, and thus their relationship commenced.

              He visited her everyday for the next several years (around the same time he bought the building which would become Castle). She did little more than answer his questions, but he was content with her presence alone. Odwick became more and more infatuated with the Ghostly Aura Ezra. So much that he researched how to bring a ghost back to life. He knew enough about necromancy, but realized that was not the way to go. Only a specific ritual, one that a witch friend of his spoke of, would give his darling Ezra life. Ritual of Golut, a ceremony involving the sacrifice of another in the very spot which the Ghostly Aura appeared. Odwick carried out the deed, picking his victim and slaughtering the innocent girl without a second thought (this was three years after Castle's fruitition). Ezra animated directly infront of him. However, he had made a deadly mistake. If he had simply asked for the assistance of an Aurox, another Supernatural human, he would have seen the red glow Ezra's transparent body emitted. The red glow of a demon.

              So there you have it. The life and death of Lowell Hamilton, a sad, aging man. And the life and death of Nolan Odwick, a cheerful and talented Seer. But, despite the length it took to describe him, it is not about Nolan Odwick, but about the foundation he left behind. It is about Castle.



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              So many beings hold Nolan Odwick as a hero, despite his lousy judgement and fatal mistake. But that is only because of the creation of Castle Corporations. Without it, life would be much more different for the supernaturals. They would have to live an isolated life in secrecy, entirely devoting their time to staying out of sight. However, Castle had changed that. Castle was originally made as a private investigator's bureau. It offered the supernaturals jobs, and kept seers, warlocks, and others which took up a life of darkness, in check. They would be detained, and terminated if necessary. Castle opened up the necessary network for supernaturals to interact, without the need of rave parties or meetings in cemetaries. Towards the end of Odwick's life he had established a law firm within his foundation. It offered assistance to supernaturals who were unable to turn to local police. Some of their problems just weren't the usual, which is no surprise. How are you going to explain that the warlock you bought your spell book from was a fraud and has ran off with six hundred dollars?

              Since Odwick's death, however, Castle expanded to new avenues. It created a small district within Manhattan known as Noche Imptus. It is designated entirely for supernaturals who are in need of housing and co-existence with others of their kind. Many of Castle's very own workers live in Noche Imptus. Castle has also built several shops in various areas of Manhattan. Including two book stores, three herb stores, an armory, an infirmary for those with mystical ailments, and a bar designated for supernaturals only. Everythings went well. Very well, in fact. Supernatural are content, signing treaties between their divided races, living together. Too bad the Demonic Entity Ezra has come to screw up the serenity.



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              During the last several years since Nolan Odwick's death Ezra has been causing quite a lot of havoc within the confines of New York. She hasn't only killed mercilessly, but also restored several other Demonic Entities to their original strength. Lust. Sloth. Greed. Three of the seven deadly sins are out in the town, killing and destroying. More are to come, no doubt. Ezra has an unquenchable thirst for discord. Who could blame her? She is the Demon of Decay, one of the greatest and deadliest in existence.

              Castle has recently gained information of her existence, and they aren't at all happy. The war is on. Castle has called upon their best agents Seers, Witches, Warlocks, a Vampire or two, maybe a Lycan, and countless others. It won't be easy, Ezra already has people on the inside.


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