Sc-A-rs

[blue spike dragon]

X"Slit the throat of reason and reality Cut myself and scream for their insanityX
Wake up to this nightmare that will never end The main attraction of this twisted master plan.
So make me your deadman With only poison in my veins Stuck in your "wonderland"
Stagnated by the passivity I'm gonna make you bleed like me!"

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“Very good”. He said with a sneer, clapping his hands softly and slowly in a plainly obvious mockery. “When I first came here I wanted nothing from you. I was just board and you were the only interesting thing around. I don’t get out often you see so fun is very important to me. I’m not sure what I might have done to you. I know it wouldn’t have been boring. But you see things changed as we sat and talked here,... dream walker”. He obviously took the time in drawing out that last part to once again throw off any sense of normalcy of control she might possibly gain. It was no as he looked at her that she could feel something against, moving up her leg. Something alive and yet hollow like it was a whisper or a ghost. It moved up unto her arm and then down it to the table. It was a shadow. Moving on its own with nothing to cast in the form a three inch snake and about as thick as her index finger. It moved along the table to his waiting hand where he picked it up in his palm and brought it up to his shoulder.

“Like I said they’ve been around a very long time and in their day they’ve seen most things. Some of which they share with me. They showed me what you are and it just so happens I do have a job for your unique talent. That why your still alive. Why I haven’t shredder your pathetic illusion crippled you body and left you here for the humans to find. And if you think I’m cruel you don’t want to see what a bunch of angry xenophobic humans who have lost their homes will do to you. Trust me when I say they wont be as kind”. He leaned back in his chair lifting the first two legs o it off of the ground as he gently rocked himself back and forth. It was no threat, he would do it in a heart beat or worse. She was trapped, the rat backed into the corner acing the hungry jaws of the cat. But at least he needed her. Every minuet he had use for her ‘unique skill set’ was one more minuet she was alive.

After he had given her long enough to come to terms with her predicament and work out the only hope lay in going along with him he spoke again. “As for what I need you to do”. He stopped rocking let his chair fall forward and lean din close across the table. For the first time he looked serious. Until then he always looked like he was enjoying a game. Life and death just being toys for his amusement. If you thought of living as nothing but a game then what ever could be of importance. “There's some one sleeping I need you to make sure never wakes up again, some one in here”. He said point to his own head and taping the side of his temple impatiently and perhaps angrily with his finger. “You do that and I disappear like a shadow in the noon day sun. Fail and I’ll leave that up to your imagination. Being a creature of dreams I’m sure you have a very...lively one”.

[Kokuna]

Trying to get someone to describe something who - even though now appeared to be around five or six years old - hadn't been more than a couple months old, was a headache inducing ordeal. It took awhile, and all Am really could get out of Maleficent was the most basic of descriptions of what this Goddess looked like in person. She could bump into her on the streets and she wouldn't have any idea it was the being she was interested in. So finally Am had given up on trying to get anymore information from her deformed daughter and was now pacing her little cabin impatiently. She had even taken a shower, washed herself clean of Nameless' tar and blood, and dressed herself in a frilly red baby doll dress.

She was still bored.

Wolfie was sitting beside Sinnois, watching the 16 year old snooze away the morning and glancing at his adopted mother now and again. A bored Amnesia terrified him and made him fear for Sinnois. He curled up next to the teenager resting his head on his chest and began to suck his thumb, his wide eyes now only following Am.

"We must rally the troops!" Amnesia declared suddenly, stopping her pacing when she stood in front of the three boys, a hand on one hip and a stump on the other. She was going to have to find someone to fix that up, but for now she wanted action, destruction, pain and tears. Sitting around doing nothing, waiting for Sinnois to wake up was not an option. She couldn't go after Shay because she had promised him that she wouldn't if he joined her family. But... if she happened to bump into her... Surely that wouldn't be her fault? She had to wander! She had to find a werewolf! And what better place then...

"The Hunters Headquarters! We're going to attack them! It is dawn, and if history of movies and novels have taught us nothing, that is when we should attack!" Wolfie blinked at her a few times, gazed at the grandfather behind her and saw that it was a few hours after dawn now... Was it too late to follow this rule? He didn't dare argue...

"Creepy molester death man!" Amnesia shouted, turning to point a finger at Hoist. "You shall be my lieutenant!" When Hoist only grimaced and shook his head lightly, Amnesia frowned and lowered her hand down slowly. He began to come up with irrational excuses about how their place was built like a fortress and there was no getting inside without an invitation. Excuses were not acceptable! Not in Am's world. With a sigh she grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, opened the living room window and shoved him out of it. "George, breakfast!" she called loudly, and then shut the window.

Turning back to what was left of her group, Amnesia gazed thoughtfully at all of them. A comatose teenager, a five year old, a kitty cat, and a monstrous six year old. Oh and George of course who was now chasing a screaming Hoist around the front lawn. "Looks like you're going to be my Lieutenant, Nameless," she said to the kitty. "Wolfie, watch Sinnois. If he wakes, tell him where he can find us. Also watch your sister. If anyone comes to visit her, be sure to do a better job then her on getting a description." When Wolfie gave a relieved nod, Amnesia smiled brightly at Nameless and motioned for him to follow her. "Come kitty! We're going on a road trip!"

With that, Amnesia skipped happily over to where her ringblade was hanging on a coat rack, slipped it over her shoulder and threw open the door. It was another disgustingly beautiful winter morning. Ick. At least it was bitter cold. Settling her red cloak's hood over her head, Amnesia held the door open for Nameless to slip through after her and then whistled for George.

[Veritas Airieth]

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Sipora was ready for a good fight. After this was a Doppleganger class of demon. He could become a lot of different creatures and use their powers respectively. She had once cornered him in her old station and he had become her, fighting her off by matching her moves perfectly to a stand still. He was the second reason she had come here. He had fled the country of Acheron to come here. Sipora was about to lunge when his head was removed from his body. Sipora watched carefully in silence as the head hit the ground with a wet and hollow like thud. The body bubbled and morphed to it's original form which was much more hideous than she had thought it to be. Sipora stood and wiggled her wrist once, the flat and square shaped blade slid back up into the sleeve of her jacket and into her arm. The man was telling the demon to rest in peace. How very odd of him. "Normally, one does not pray for a demon's soul and request it rest in peace. After all, we both know where the souls of demons go..."

Sipora tensed in her shoulders and glared at this man as he spoke. She spoke in a sharp and disdainful tone as she regarded the body "Obviously he was not worth that great of a challenge if such a small wound distracted him enough to get him killed" Sipora sucked a breath in through her teeth as she holstered her magnum and watched over this person. He wasn't human and she knew. Her time bonded with the sorceress Moon gave her a sense about that sort of thing. What she was she couldn't tell and why did he seem familiar? Sipora rose her arm as he threw his card and it flared up. Rubbing her arm over her eyes once and letting the slightly modified orbs adjust quickly and refocus , she half expected him to no longer be there. He was still there but his weapon was gone and he was sorting his cards. Sipora started walking after his quickly, helping up her short term partner with her. He followed quickly with a confused expression.

Sipora stopped as another man entered and recognized this person "Gabriel? Gabriel Caelum? You've been dead for two years now. How in the world...?" The man threw one of his cards at this poor fellow. Before the card even hit him Sipora had her magnum out and leveled at the back of his head. She could see he wasn't dead. But what the ********? Sipora set her thumb lightly against the hammer to be ready to disarm the weapon but no pressure in case she had to fire at a moments notice. He did nothing more than lay him down and take his wallet before walking away. Sipora started forward to the sounds after him "What the ********? You're just going to walk away? Get the ******** back here!" He walked back into the alley and addressed her in a civil manner she hadn't been expecting. Sipora slowly released the hammer and let it slide forward into a safe position before slipping it away Michael Serephim huh? I think I know where those names are ringing a bell from.

Sipora rose an eyebrow at him and tilted her head to the side, speaking to her little buddy "Check him, make sure he is at least alive." Sipora never took her eyes off of this person ahead of her. No, he might just be human. Only he was tainted somehow like her. She had been effected by being near Veritas and Moon too long. What was this guys story? Sipora took a few steps forward as she wracked her mind for this man's face or name. "You look familiar. I have seen you before once, not directly but from a far. You were a contact during a Hunter related mission back in the country of Acheron. I saw you talking to a council member. Are you a Hunter?"

[Veritas Airieth]

ภค๓єlєรร ✴




Nameless had been spending his free time running around aimlessly on his clawed hands of black, body trailing behind him like a weightless cloak. Nothing too odd except for the fact that this was on the ceiling. He even stopped a few times to sniff at the one Amnesia called Hoist. He wreaked of death and he was delicious. Nameless wanted to take a chomp out of him but Am would not be pleased. Not like he cared much but she WAS his creator so she did have minimal power over him. Amnesia had been talking to the tiny one for too long. Nameless slunk along the ceiling until he was in the room and circling silently. What was all this about? Nameless cared not. Instead he dropped out of the room and onto the floor where he lay spread eagle on his back, receding into the mask so that only the mask and a black pile of ooze below it.

Dreams are about as normal as one might expect. She was there, I was sitting against the window in agony as she shouted for answers. I wasn't going to give a single one. ******** her. In the end I was saved by my brother just before I fell into the water......my feelings are shifting. I feel like another person. I am another person. This person is very distraught and pained. They have been through much and are worried about everything and one else. I need sleep and I need to stop fearing. He is alive!? Oh I am so happy. It must have been another nightmare. The nightmares.......My feelings are shifting again? Am I another person?......I am alone in this world. One of the few I cared for most is now gone. I want to kill everything. I want to reduce it to ash and death. But I find myself unable. I cannot abandon this persona I have created. It won't let me. She won't let me. I have things I must do...

Nameless awoke to Amnesia shoved Hoist out the window. Nameless' body surged out of the mask as he streaked across the room to the window. Nameless's claws screeched along the glass as he gurgled angrily at the window and scratched at a maddening speed. He had wanted a bite! Nameless turned and shrugged a shoulder at Am as she claimed him something. He flowed out of the door and stood tall once out, raising to about eight feet with his solid body. They were going somewhere to attack someone. Nameless could feast and he was ever so hungry. He would drown himself in their blood and nom upon their flesh. Nameless could go for a snack. Hopefully she wouldn't rush him. Nameless knew he liked to eat things while they were alive. He just knew that he would love it most to tsate them part by part while they still lived.

ιη му мιη∂ ωσяℓ∂ѕ ¢σℓℓι∂є
ѕσмєтнιηg ιηѕι∂є мє ιѕ gσηє
ѕтιℓℓ ι кєєρ gσιηg ση
ιη му мιη∂ σ¢єαηѕ ∂ινι∂є
ι ∂ση’т кησω ωнєяє ι вєℓσηg

[Nogitsune of the Void]

Move and show me what you can do
When you step into the circle and shake like we do
Location:
Currently:

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₪xAzrael Luciferic Odhrain x₪
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My Curse? What of it?

Azrael leaned against the wall, as the other hunter checked the man lying on the ground, confirming he still had a pulse."Of course he is still alive. It was the equivalent of a heavy sedative. He won't remember me, and will think he got mugged. I don't more ghost stories about me. I don't want to fake another death." Yawning, he picked the card up from next to the man, and sorted it. Already it was becoming a long morning. Looking at the girl, he could only shake his head. This generation of Hunters seemed to be quite impatient. To say the least. "What of hunters then? Are they also beyond redemption? He was killed by the essence of redemption. It may find all worthy. Even filthy demons. Even the filthy cursed ones. Like me."

Taking one step forward, he looked at her. He was sure she couldn't actually kill him, but it was an interesting idea to entertain. Cocking his head, he took a good look at her gun. "Why do you use a magnum? Why not use an updated weapon? And yes I was there, and yes that was and is my chosen profession for the moment. As a hunter, you may also know me as The Fallen, The Mystic,The Anti-Christ, Or The Bloodless. Or the original title, Azrael, the Angel of Redemption. Your choice for preference. Just don't bring up Michael or Gabriel. It is time, they both got overdue rest. "

Move when you just can't take it
And move if you just feel like breaking it.

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Veritas Airieth

[Sanutamar]

☣←RebelsJesse Van AllenRebels→☣

The Nightmare

The morning light was shifting to afternoon rapidly as time seemed to race by in such an unnecessary rush, the sun now illuminating the run down city of Yorkshire where the massive disaster involving Cain had wreaked havoc. Illuminating the shell of what used to be a bustling and even happy neighborhood and city. The hazel eyes that looked out upon the landscape could just imagine what it used to look like with vibrant green grass on every lawn, even flowers nestled in plant boxes in an array of different colors, white picket fences and the laughter of children filling the air. This place had probably once been brimming with so much life and now, as the male looked at it, all he saw was a desolate landscape without even a fraction of its former brightness. Grass was not green but an ugly yellowish color, having died long ago, and yet it still attempted to overtake the cracked - sometimes crumbling - walls of nearby houses that looked as if they were groaning in pain. If you looked hard enough you could even see what colors some of the houses used to be just under the layer of dirt that clung to them like unwanted cobwebs. How many lives had been uprooted because of that disaster? How many families lost their history and memories?

It all seemed so dismal as the hazel-eyed male continued to wander deeper into the city, vaguely aware of the slight panic-stricken faces in his wake. He had mastered his disguise, able to hide his hideous true form with such ease now, but still those faces that he passed. Some probably already had that look permanently on their features ever since finding out there were things that went bump in the night; however, others were caused by him. Bringing their worst fears to the surface in order to plague them. He was vaguely aware of the cool, crisp breeze that played with his permanently disheveled brown hair and tickled the exposed skin on his face with the cold; this didn’t really make him cold at all seeing as he was not really. . . Alive or dead. He was not part of this world in which winter was reaching out to lightly brush the city with her cool fingers but had yet to firmly grip it in her frigid grasp.

He moved swiftly and yet sluggishly simultaneously, nimble fingers plucking at one of his belt loops absently while he walked; pausing when he passed a window. His dark appearance reflected in the material easily; showing a very lean young man with messy hair; dark rimmed hazel eyes which changed slightly from time to time, and relatively strong features. If he cared to grow a beard or goatee for his disguise, or even any facial hair, he might look much more masculine than he did presently. As it was he didn’t particularly mind it. His attire wasn’t terribly odd, but guys walked around shirtless all the time. Black pants held by a thick belt hugged his hips and he was barefoot as he walked the streets. Most would say that wasn’t wise, and yet here he was doing it anyways. He actually had hooves anyways, so it wouldn’t really do much in the grand scheme and knowledge of things. The male’s gaze shifted to the side a bit to notice a man and woman seated at a table reflected in the glass. It wasn’t an odd image, but the way she held herself and the set of his shoulders made him shift uncomfortably. He was aware of what she was by just looking at her. It wasn’t because he saw past her disguise, but because she belonged to the realm of dreams and he felt that. The opposite of the realm he belonged in; which was nightmares.

With a slight glare at the back of the person before her, he remained where he was in thought. Debating on what he should do before he turned around in order to walk across the street slowly and deliberately. “I’m sorry, but I couldn’t help but notice how you were bothering my friend here.” He muses from behind the male; hazel eyes falling on Illuthis as he walked around to where she was, careful not to touch her in case that would sap her power because of his nature. He had only run into a few Dreamwalkers in his life, but he never really interacted with them for too long. Most of the time they wanted him to leave an area because he caused nightmares by just walking by someone sleeping. “Are you alright?” he asks, waiting for her response as if the other wasn’t even there before finally lifting his bored gaze to him. "Go bother someone else with your power complex." he says in slight irritation. He would have a hard time intimidating or scaring the Nightmare. He had no fear because he was fear, and thus even rarer than the Dreamwalker.

[blue spike dragon]

He was aware of the man the moment the moment his eyes shifted to them. After all he had billions of eyes constantly watching him from every conceivable angle. It wasn’t possible to sneak up on him. Not that the new comer was being very stealth. In fact he was being painfully obvious about it. As the half naked man in front of them spoke to him, belittling him it was clear he had no fear which interested him. Either he was truly this strong he simply didn’t know just what he was dealing with. As he asked the girl if she was alright saint had buried his face into his hand muttering something that got louder as shirtless continue to talk back. By the time he told him to get lost it had become clear that he was laughing. He pulled his face from his hand and leaned as far back in his chair as he cold with out tipping it over. He was laughing so loud now it began to echo. “Aren’t you happy”, he said in-between laughs. “An actual hero came to your rescue....he may not have a white horse but here he is all the same”. Then instantly he stopped his insane like laughing and fell forward. The two front legs of his chair that had been lifted up hit the ground with a solid thud. “But you were right, misfortune is your only companion. Cause now I have to teach how fairytales really end.

Even now the shirtless new comers shadow had be gun to move. It wiggled and crawled along the cracked asphalt changing shape behind him. It was the Vashta Nerada signature hunting style latch on as the shadow of their prey. After all you can never escape your own shadow. They split off forming two semi human silhouettes then three for until he was surrounded in a perfect circle by his own shadow, only it wasn’t it. He was about to let them feast when a small part of one of the rings of shadows broke of from the rest scampered across the ground and joined his shadow. For a moment he stooped as if listening to some unheard voice.

“Well now doesn’t this explain it all”. He said grinning like the fox that got in the hen house from her to him. “Two creatures of sleep. Dream”. He said extending one hand to the girl. “And Nightmare”! Raising the other to the man. “So that’s why you played the hero, but I’m sorry to say no good deed goes unpunished. Since I only need one actor to play Morpheus on my stage. Why don’t you fall into an eternally sleep”! At that the mans shadows began to spread out onto his legs. From their connecting points they slithered up his shins like black veins. Overlapping and stretching covering him with a dense black Vail that she would recognize as the swarm of Vashta Nerada. Soon it would be like that unfortunate hunter who awoken him. Once they covered him from head to toe they would feast down to the bone.

"don't think to badly of me for this, it's just she seams easier to control". He said that but he wanted this nightmare being to hate him. To curse him, fate and god as the swarm over too. To thrash and fight until the last moment when they over took him completely. just then in the moment that countless tiny teeth dug into his flesh he would give in to the despair of it all. He loved crushing sentient being, dashing their hopes against the rocks of a cruel and pointless fate. It was the closet to bliss he was sure he could come. Those like this one who acted like hero's, who thought they had no fear where his favorite to break. The look in they eyes as the darkness consumed the last ray of light. Nothing could match the ecstasy except maybe maybe doing it to 'that one'.

[Azure 007FFF]

❝ Ａｎｄ ｗｅ'ｌｌ ｎｅｖｅｒ ｂｅ ｒｏｙａｌｓ ▪ Ｉｔ ｄｏｎ'ｔ ｒｕｎ ｉｎ ｏｕｒ ｂｌｏｏｄ ❞

As the bidding began and all the voices raised at once, Lyvia's ears flattened against her skull and her tail fur bristled out in anger. Did this people really think so little about life? Was gaining control of her body so important that people would pay money for it? The very thought made her sick to her stomach and although she wanted to cry, she refused. This was no time to act like a scared child. Swiftly, her eyes darted to the stage's exit. She had to escape before the bidding was done, but how? The chains on her ankles wouldn't pose a problem if she could just shift, but with those ruins binding her powers, there wasn't much she could do. They had really thought of everything. Her thoughts of escape shattered when a booming voice shouted over the rest in the room. "I'll give you half a million for her." For a moment or two, the room was still and quiet. It was a big jump in the bid and it looked like no one was going to be able to over top it--or at least they weren't willing to try.

Pressing her lips together tightly, Lyvia kept herself from releasing a frustrated scream. No one wanted her before (aside from her mother) so why did people have to want her now? After a few moments, the auctioneer found his voice again. "Half a million going once! Twice! Sold to the gentleman in the back! Please make your way to our service desk in the hall with your payment and our receptionist will take a drop of your blood for the runes." And that was the end of that. Lyvia didn't even get to see who her 'owner' was as she was dragged off the stage by the two brutes that held her chains. They led her back into the cage room, but not to her cage. Instead, the were to prepare her to leave. First they gave her a quick sponge bath (and by 'sponge' means it was a wet rag). When she was clean enough, they shoved her in an emerald green dress to match her eyes. It wasn't anything fancy, but it hugged her body to show off every curve. They were obviously trying to play on sex appeal. They didn't bother with undergarments or anything else other than the dress. They probably figured she wouldn't need it. Last but not least, they took her long, wavy hair and pulled it into a pony tail that fell over one shoulder that way they could easily access the runes on her neck to apply the blood no doubt.

Now finished, they led her (still by the chains) towards the other exit of the room and into a long hall. They were now going to bring her to a waiting room where she would be picked up after the bidder's dues were paid and the blood was gathered. The third guard left them at this time to go to the receptionist's desk to meet the client and pick up the blood. It would be his duty to bring the client to the correct room for the meeting and application to make sure the runes were functioning properly before releasing the property, meaning Lyvia. As soon as they entered the small room. Lyvia was forced to sit in a chair in the corner with a guard at each of the sides. Across was a more lavished looking cushioned seat for the buyer to sit in when he arrived. Now it was time to play the waiting game, which was making the fox girl all the more anxious.

❝ Ｔｈａｔ ｋｉｎｄ ｏｆ ｌｕｘ ｊｕｓｔ ａｉｎ'ｔ ｆｏｒ ｕｓ ❞

[Mein Herz des Goldes]

Ixlxlxuxtxhxixs xx Axrxaxnxaxnxg

If I move,
If I move,
xxxxxxI’ll destroy everything,
xxxxxxI’ll destroy everything.
If I grieve,
If I grieve,
xxxxxxCan my heart turn white?

A tingling sensation along the back of her neck suddenly sprang up and she glanced around casually, almost disinterested, until her eyes fell upon the other creature of dreams. She didn't quite know what he was, but creatures of the dream always knew when another was nearby, if their disguise wasn't advanced like those of countless years. It seemed they were the only ones capable of truly hiding themselves from their own kind. This man, with the bare chest and feet, did not seem that old to her. Or perhaps he was allowing some of his disguise to fall down just enough for her to know? Either way, she could have kissed him when he came over and tried to help her. The man with the shadow face turned to him and rather than be bothered or anything like that, he laughed. He tipped his chair back and laughed and she hoped it would fall back to the ground and he would crack his head open. She tilted her head as the shadows crept up the newcomer's legs and an idea of sorts struck her. She stood up and took his hand, hesitating a moment when her skin crawled, but she regained her composure after a moment and turned towards a section of the city that looked nice and bright. Or, at least, brighter than this particular spot. "Why don't we discuss this somewhere brighter? This spot is far too gloomy... Too many shadows," she suggested, smiling. It was all false but she knew how to fake a smile. "Besides... I can't do that right now. I haven't the energy. People don't sleep very well here, and too many of them have been having nightmares." She flashed an apologetic look at the 'Nightmare.' She didn't want him to think she was saying something bad about him.

Even if the man with the shadow face hadn't addressed him, she knew what he was the moment she touched him. The way her illusion wanted to tear away was enough for her. But, she had kept it in place and kept a firm grip on his hand so that she could lead him away, towards the patchy areas of bright sunlight. It was a stretch, but she figured it would be safer for both of them in the sunlight and in a place where there were fewer shadows for him to manipulate. The snake had given her chills enough. It wasn't without difficulty that she yanked him out of the grip of the shadows, but eventually she did and it was all she could do to keep herself from -running- for the light. Hopefully, the shadow creature would keep his distance, or better yet, go away entirely... She didn't -want- to put anyone into a coma. She hated it. She hated that she could do it. She wished that she could keep all of her powers hidden that couldn't be used for anything other than evil. Dragging someone into a neverending nightmare coma was something that was only evil and she wouldn't wish it upon her worst enemy. Besides, as long as she didn't have the energy, she couldn't do it.

If she knew anything about Nightmares, their abilities were intriguing. Perhaps his presence could work to her advantage... She'd never thought she would ever think such a thing, but she needed to cut off her own food source for a while, and make sure she couldn't feed beyond what she needed to survive and keep her illusions up. Hopefully, that would last long enough for the shadow-faced man to lose interest and seek another Dreamwalker. There could be more in this city, both the good ones and the bad ones. There had to be at least one he could find that would be more than happy to do what he asked. Some of them reveled in their abilities and used them to wreak havoc and cause terror in humans. They were the reasons her kind was hunted. No one wanted to have that kind of creature saddled as their responsibility. Once she was safely in the sunny spot, she looked around, a real smile touching her face for a moment. "There!" she said in her ghostly echoing voice. "Isn't this better? Nice and bright, and not so gloomy and shadowy... Well... Relatively speaking... This whole city is rather gloomy now, isn't it?"

She turned to the Nightmare and lowered her voice to a whisper that only he could hear, and she was careful to use the Dream language. Perhaps he spoke it? "Мені буде потрібна ваша допомога, кошмар. Якщо я правильно знати ваші повноваження, то вони будуть бути корисним для мене. Ти можеш мені допомогти?"

Am I dreaming?
Or seeing nothing?
My words are uselessxxxxxx
Even if I speak.xxxxxx
I'm just tired of being sad,
I should go on
Without feeling anything.xxxxxx

[Kokuna]

The indie band finished its playlist and was packing up its equipment now while the lead singer was sitting on the edge of the stone stage talking and laughing with the audience. Hecate hadn't budged, fading in and out of reality as she listened to the city beginning to wake up in the distance. Her head was tilted to the side, part of her forehead resting against the rough tree bark with her eyes closed. At such an early time in the morning, it was strange that people were suddenly being so noisy. Her eyebrows furrowed in annoyance at several rude people screaming from a ways away. It was too early for such ill behavior.

"Help! Someone call Nine-one-one!"

Wait... What? Hecate's eyes shot open and she sat up, staring at an elderly woman who ran by screeching for help at the top of her lungs. Scrambling to her feet she followed after the small crowd of people rushing in the direction the old woman had come from. The lead singer of the band was in front of her and she impatiently pushed him and a woman who was on her cellphone aside. Humans! What did they honestly think they could do?

As she turned around the corner, she found what all of the commotion was about. A man was hopping in place on fire, trying desperately to beat the flames out while his wife was beating him with her coat to help him. A teenage girl stood off the path, gaping and screaming in terror, and the audience from the small show stood back completely frozen. Hecate rushed forward, lifted her hand up into the air and held it there. Without the slightest warning it began to downpour in just their little part of the park as Hecate popped her umbrella open and held it over her head. She expected the flames to dissipate, to at least show signs of dying down. But they still burned fiercely, now more than ever it seemed.

This wasn't a natural fire. This was magic.

Hecate's hand reached in front of her once more and this time she swished it to the side. The ground beneath the man opened suddenly and he and his wife fell without preamble into the pit. Her hand flicked back in front of her and the two were now buried in the dirt up to their necks. The fire was gone, or at least Hecate hoped. It should be, but depending on what exactly the culprit used on the poor man, she couldn't be certain. And it wasn't exactly hard to find said malevolent being. There was someone in a tree not too far away from the scene, laughing delightfully at his practical joke.

Hecate stepped forward until she stopped just beneath the branch he was perched upon. Now Hecate could see he had a jar of honey and her eyebrow raised questioningly up at him. She waved her hand behind her and the downpour immediately ceased. "Some people play cards, or go bowling when they're feeling particularly bored," she said calmly to him while she snapped her umbrella closed and then folded her arms over her chest as she gazed haughtily up at him. She wasn't quite sure what he was yet, and as she waited for a response from him she started wracking her brain for possibilities. She had to be careful, in the day she was extraordinarily weakened. She was being cautious enough to try not to provoke him, especially not knowing just yet what he was fully capable of, but at the same time she had to make sure he wasn't going to hurt anyone else there.

[blue spike dragon]

He didn’t like it when she interrupted feeding time. It was thanks only to their ethereal nature that she was able to pull the man from his shadows grasp. They had physical bodies but so much of it thought the swarm had trouble telling the real from the illusion. But if he could cover enough of them it wouldn’t mater. She was smart heading for the light so many don’t peace it together fast enough if at all. He wanted to reward her cleverness by skinning her alive but he still needed her. He’d been living in a prison far to long and she was a his key. Instead of chasing after them or stopping them he just followed behind at a slow pace. They could hide in the light but couldn’t escape. Beneath the layer of this city that most see was a city of shadow. He had only to wait. While they bathed in the light he stayed just on the edge of a nearby shadow. He could walk in the sun he was human but he felt it gave them the impression that he couldn’t. False sense of security was his friend. “The sun wont save you, sooner or later it always sets”!

He glared at them with what might have been hatred of perhaps just annoyance. As he looked around at all the simple humans going about their day to day lives it once again twisted into a devious smile. “So not enough people are sleeping for you. Well lets change that”! He held his hand out at sides and slowly raised them. His muscles twitched and shock as if he were trying to lift some enormous unseen weight. The air began to shake and an ever increasing pressure pushed against your chest. The weaker humans around it felt it harder. Almost all stopped in their tracks and the young and old hunched over trying to catch their breath. Searching around for the cause it soon became clear it were the shadows. They were now much darker. In someplace pitch black and solid as rock. All o them as far as the eyes could see, extending for blocks in every direction from this spot. They seamed to be admitting this pressure no it was more like they screamed it. Each one pulsed and shocked like giant speakers. However like she though the effect was less where it was brightest, including the patch the two dream creatures stood.

“They aren’t strong enough in the light to truly harm you gossamer bodies! But the same can not be said of them”. He waved his hand at the crowed of terrified innocents. “You need sleeping masses to fulfill my wish fine! I will give them to you”. The shadows burst forth with long tentacles reaching out for the people nearest them. But the citizens were to distracted by the pressure crushing down on them to notice. Each vein like tentacle circled behind its victim and stuck them with a loud crack on the back of the head. Like a black jack all, some 5 or so, fell to the ground. unconscious but alive. What was more freighting were the others. While some shadows formed these black jack veins. Other formed long sickle like blade, and snake like forms that scored along the ground. As indiscriminately as those that were put to sleep, many more were either smothered by the snake like shadows and reduced to bones. Or sliced in half by the blades. In an instant 15 were dead or dieing. All around people cried out as loved ones and strangers alike were massacred before their very eyes.

“If I can’t threaten you directly then I’ll do it through these people. Every second you deny me what I want I will put to sleep one and kill three. Since we won’t exactly have much time before hunters are drawn to this massacre. I'm imposing a time limit. You have six minuets before I just count this all as a loss and kill everyone in my range. Which I can assure you is very very wide. It will be a devastation on par only to angel fall. TEST ME! AND WE WATCH THIS CITY BURN AGAIN TOGETHER”!

[Mein Herz des Goldes]

Coward

Get away and save yourselfXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXTurn away and don't look back

Get away and save yourselfXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXGrey skies are turning black


You may findXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXThat my appetite gets its way

It keeps growing and growingXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXBefore you know it

I'm a beast swallowing prey





'cause I will always
Hurt everyone I love
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If I were you,
I'd run away 'cause it's true
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That I will always
Hurt everyone I love
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I'm aching for you

Ziggurat heard footsteps approaching, but he figured they belonged to someone who couldn't see him and was more curious about the burning man. Of course, when she addressed him, he grew moderately more curious, himself. Who was this, that could see through his Glamour? Surely the only humans that could see through it like this were those with the Sight... An 'abnormal' perhaps? He looked down at her... and gave her a few good looking overs. With a sickeningly charming grin plastered on his face, he changed his position so that he was laying across the branch and looking down at her. The heavy coat dangled on either side of the branch, as did his legs, though his arms were crossed beneath him and keeping the precious honey jar from falling to its figurative death. "Mmhmm... An' I ain't most people, lass... When I find myself bored out o' me wits, I like ta cause some chaos here an' there. The best part is when they don' see me comin' an' suddenly somethin' happens. A fire. A couple o' jars breakin', food goin' missin', the family dog turned inta some weird hybrid creature... Ya should try it," he purred, licking his tongue over his dazzlingly white and sharp teeth. He looked over at the burning man and let loose a cackle at the sight of them buried up to their necks in dirt. Oh, how wonderful! So someone else had joined in the chaos, after all! Well, the burning man was no longer fun anyway. Not near as fun as playing with this pretty lady could be. He could smell that she wasn't human, at least. And it made him wonder what sort of powers she had. What could she do? She certainly wasn't Fae, though the finery of her garments certainly rivaled the beautiful things Fae ladies had worn.

"So tell me... What're ye doin' all the way out 'ere, eh? A pretteh lass like yerself belongs in a castle surrounded by servants an' all of the fanceh things yer daddy can afford," he taunted. Of course she was beautiful. Even he wasn't foolish enough not to see it. That didn't mean he couldn't use it as a way to poke at her, too. Castles were long since gone. Her clothing, though fittingly lovely, certainly didn't belong in this time period. Cream colored eyes glinted as a cheshire grin pulled up the corners of his mouth. "An' ye ain't a human... Ain't a Fae, either. I can smell that much on ye. But yer definitely too pretteh ta be a demon, too. I've seen some pretty demonfolk but they ain't yer kinda pretty. Theirs is deceptive..." With a slight shove, he rolled himself off the branch and landed heavily on his feet again, his coat flaring dramatically. He stood up straight, still clutching that stolen jar of honey, and eyed her again at a much closer distance. Though he made no real show of it, he didn't exactly go to any length to hide it either. There was no denying that he could be--and usually was--a womanizer. His dangerous nature coupled with his Irish accent and some of his more exotic features were practically the perfect bait for human women. The problem was that humans broke too easily, and it was really difficult getting Fae women since they knew his reputation. Demon women didn't often touch him, either. Very few of them liked a truly dangerous, aggressive, dominant male... Shame, really.

He glanced back over at the man who had burned for a moment, watching as the Glamour faded in the image of ravens. It was something only -he- could see, and it was something he -needed- to see. Without the visual aid, for some reason he couldn't get his Glamour to work properly. Something always went wrong when he didn't use the ravens... Speaking of, he wondered if he could use any on this woman... How susceptible to it was she if she was neither Fae nor human nor demon? He tucked the jar of honey into his coat and exchanged it for one of his hand-rolled cigarettes. Again he ignited it with a flame, and he puffed on it for a few moments as he thought about what sort of things he could do to test just how far he could go. Oh, that could work... He exhaled the smoke through his nose, a smirk touching at the corners of his mouth as the smoke took on the form of ravens and dove straight into the ground. Where it hit, little mushroom men got up and danced. That was the easy part. A few more puffs, a bit more smoke, a few more ravens. This time, they turned around and flew right for her. He intended for the smoke to hit her face, but it could really hit her anywhere and essentially have the same effect. This bit of Glamour was just a test, to see if it changed the perception of the little mushroom men. They hadn't changed at all, but he was curious what she would see, or if she would see anything at all.


But you're bound to bleed if I adore you

[Kokuna]

The first thing that immediately struck Hecate the second he spoke was the accent. A thick and heavy Irish accent that she hadn't been expecting, so much so that she had to focus her attention on dissecting his words piece by piece at times. All in all though, it certainly was more understandable than the locals in Scotland. And, being Hecate, she found his accent rather sexy. "Ev̱lógi̱se mou Zeus," * she said under her breath in Greek.

And speaking of sexy, boy was he laying it on. Though she was quite used to the fawning of men over her, she still did enjoy the occasional flirtation from time to time. Back in the day she was a pure sucker for it, and that was when Veritas was able to get a way with his antics for the most part, simply because she loved the attention. She'd like to think her ego was more in check now a days, but honestly there was still the occasion where she would revel in such adoration. Even if it was obvious he was playing with her. So the haughty look she had been giving him almost instantly melted into that of pure flirtation just from the tone he was using with her, and the way he subtly looked her over.

Keeping her arms folded over her chest -- though directly under the cleavage to give those bad boys a bit more oomf (though they really didn't need it) -- Hecate watched as he jumped down from the tree. She could have been insulted by the suggestion that she was a daddy's girl, but she simply gave him a coy smile and shook her head. "Castle? No... Give me a temple and a statue of me and we'll talk," she replied. Castles were such dingy smelly things. They came way after her time and honestly she would rather live in the woods with the wolves than in one.

But now she was beginning to understand exactly what this creature was. Her gaze glanced over her shoulder and the fact that no one was looking their way made it rather obvious that this man was not visible to humans. His scarred form, pointy ears and general attire would have made him stick out like a sore thumb. Clearing her throat a little, Hecate's form shimmered and she too disappeared from the humans' eyes. There was no sense in her looking like a lunatic to them as she must have appeared to be speaking to the tree in front of her.

But back to him... Little pointy ears, the jar of honey he had possessively tucked away into his jacket, the magic, the Irish accent, and the fact that he already mentioned the word Fae... Well, it didn't take a genius... Her little dabbles in magic back in the day didn't hurt though with piecing this little puzzle together. So he was a Fae... which made him rather dangerous, considering she couldn't do much now to defend herself in case he got violent. Though she didn't know of many that were that aggressive as most of them were simply mischievous little things.

He was trying to figure out exactly what she was and she was having too much fun in listening to him guess. He pulled out a cigarette in his musing and Hecate grinned playfully at him. "A bad boy huh?" she teased. But playtime was over when he exhaled the smoke and it sunk down to the ground. A strange apparition of mushrooms in the shape of men seemed to burst forth from the earth and began to dance in front of her. Her body had tensed from the blatant use of his magic that she was still discerning if he was being hostile or not when he exhaled more smoke that shot right into her face.

Hecate coughed and took a step back in surprise. When her eyes scrunched back open, the mushroom men were no more and instead were replaced with miniature figures of people dancing, and if she wasn't mistaken, one was Keristrasza. It was hard to tell if he somehow knew to do this to unsettle her, or if this was her mind playing tricks on her because she was still grieving over her long time friend, or if this was all simply because she was in such a weakened state... Either way the illusion lasted no more than a few seconds before the ballroom dancers returned to being mushroom men.

It was clear Hecate was frazzled as she whisked away what little smoke remained around her face with her hand and gave a few more dramatic coughs as she tried her best not to show it. Her flirtatious demeanor was gone, replaced with a rather displeased one as she now glared at the Fae. "Cute, Fae. Very cute." Now in the distance she could hear the sirens of the help that was called earlier. "You may want to run along now, Fae. If you're thinking of continuing your little parlor tricks here, I'll be forced to show you some of my own in retaliation." She assumed he still didn't know exactly what she was, and if she could keep it that way, he may not call her bluff. Though she was still capable of doing a great many things in the day time, she wasn't quite sure it would outmatch a Fae's Glamour.



* "Bless me, Zeus"

[Kokuna]

Honestly, things could not have been going better. Not only were most of those Abnormal lovin' flea bag Hunters at Headquarters frantically trying to get things under control, but the leader of that stupid Abnormal Relief Program had been assassinated -- completely unplanned! It was sad that she hadn't been able to express gratitude towards the little deadly sins gang for their commendable work, but thanks to them overthrowing the Headquarters was going to be just a little bit easier. The less Hunters out in the field to be able to retaliate, the better.

"Phase two initiating," a friendly voice whispered through her earpiece. "Hawkeye, what's your status?"

"I'm in position, darlin'," Lacey replied quietly in her thick Cajun accent. She was crouched on top of one of the towers outside of the facility, her sniper rifle resting on the edge of the small wall enclosing it. "Standin' by."

"Move in!"

Lacey flipped one of the magnifying glasses down from her top hat to cover her right eye as she watched Alpha team move out from the shadows and rush the side door she was in charge of watching. Once they gathered in formation, she saw the leader of their team throw open the door, glance inside and then moved within. Within seconds the rest of the team was out of view and Lacey flipped the gear shaped magnifying glass back up. Her heart started beating rapidly in exhilaration once the gunshots began firing. The other three teams must have moved in because she could hear gunshots from the other parts of the building. The show had started.

She didn't have to wait long for the Hunters who tried to escape the carnage within. Lacey smirked, inhaled as she lined up her shot flawlessly on a bolting female, exhaled and pulled the trigger. Like a sack of potatoes she fell face first to the dirt. "Boom! Headshot!" Lace crowed, already lining up her next shot.

Soon the ground was littered with the bodies of Hunters who tried to flee and Lacey listened to the announcements from the leader's of each squad when they cleared a room. Nothing like an immaculate takeover. The siege didn't take long, an hour maybe at the most. Lacey and the five other snipers took out the remaining Hunters outside, none of whom made it even close to the sealed gates, waited for the order, and when it came, Lacey calmly packed her sniper rifle back into its leather case and slipped it over her back. Grabbing the edge of the ladder, she slid gracefully down it and landed heavily on the heels of her high heeled boots. She met up with the rest of her squad, gave them a wink and threw open the doors to the central building. She glanced over at the serious looking squad members and grinned cheerfully. Sometimes they were just such downers.

"Golly! Mighta had a bit too much fun up there! Ya'll excited? Time to start phase three!"

[Veritas Airieth]

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Sipora narrowed her eyes at him for a moment as she gave him his answer "Some, maybe." Sipora gestured to him with her right hand and shrugged "Cursed, Ahhh. That is where I saw you, I was looking through the Hunter files on their agents." Sipora could feel him reading her. She wasn't sure in what respect but she could feel like. It was much like the sixth sense she had, a feeling she got whenever someone was watching her with an intent to kill. Her body had learned to fell that intent. Maybe it had been from so much combat and war, maybe it had been after she became a Hunter. Maybe it was a natural instinct brought above the flesh to the surface. Sipora didn't know which but she thanked whatever needed to be thanked for that instinct.

Sipora glanced down at her two magnums and then back at him with an eyebrow raised. Was he calling her guns out of date? She was gonna pistol whip his a**, right across the temple, beat him into submission and take those words back. Maybe shoot him in the leg-nah! The paperwork would kill her if she did that. There was a lot of paperwork for getting shot, and stabbed, and broken in various ways. There was also a lot of paperwork for shooting or injuring a teammate. That is why she had a template system on her laptop to just print it out and sign it. Hey, sometimes another hunter just needed to be slapped around.

Sipora lifted her magnum from it's holster and twisted it slowly. "I have two fn Five-Sevens for certain situations. But these..these are highly customized and very balanced weapons. Auto-eject on the cylinder, completely remade model of the Schofield revolver to make it a double action anti everything pistol. they are extremely reliable, accurate, and powerful with low kick. Not to mention I can easily turn one into a small carbine with the addition of a frame on the handle" Sipora slid the revolver away and clipped the latch closed "Overall it is a preference thing. I enjoy my magnums. And I make up for their shortcomings in other areas."

Sipora looked back as the hunter that had been with her brought her bike over and set it on the kickstand before he answered his phone that had started ringing. His face went pale before he tore off at a run towards the vehicle he arrived in. Sipora followed after him with her eyes and then looked to her new 'friend' Azrael and shrugged "He must have somewhere to be. Have you checked in with the headquarters of this branch yet? Or did you skip that at first like myself? Ichecked in with my boss from my branch but I just couldn't be bothered to go to this branch's HQ...Such a hassle"
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