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All this time had passed, and Aurelia had done all but nothing. It was truly a wonderful feeling, to be free of the constant burning call for action that was so deeply ingrained within her. Dalthan was where she landed after a few hours of directed flight, moving like an energy blast of some kind, tearing through the clouds by the grace of Samael's power as a gift. News hadn't reached the people of who she was, of what she'd done. All the people of the east knew was that the gods were warring, and it wasn't yet their problem. Well, Aurelia had all but ended a years long conflict, a part of a far longer campaign in fact. Michael hadn't yet gave us his a** on the way out the door, and Kala was still holding all the demons. The sonic boom of her body created a sort of quiet. Seconds passed, and Aurelia stood tall, radiating power of godly influence quelled, and everyone went on about their business. She had no idea where she was, no inclination towards doing anything and absolutely no clue where she would go. Anyone else would be flustered, but Aurelia is not anyone else.

She is a demon of great ambition.

She cracked her knuckle, rolled her neck, and got the ******** to work building something she could be proud of.

Skip a year forward and Aurelia the Dark Child ran a successful business hunting monsters and wurms. The outside of her building looked a bit run down sure, with a sign that said " on ers Ma C y" and stairs that looked unreliable at best. Just through creaky doors, the inside was a dimly lit building with heavy weapons hanging from the walls alongside the heads of beasts they'd been used to kill. Aurelia sat at a desk with a telephone on one side, a missile launcher on the other, and her feet on the desk between them. She wore clothes remnant of what she had always worn before, a beige jacket, metal greaves and breast plate, grenades all along her belt,and sunglasses, darker than her own hair which retained it's pixie cut after all this time. Whatever the day brought, be it boredom or work, Aurelia would face it down as she always did. Even as her head hung back over her chair, somehow the famed Godslayer knew that the day would be one to remember.

Her retirement would be ending sooner than she thought however. Right in her front door walked a mystery of the kind that sent girls, especially those seeking danger, into a state of excitement. He reeked of sex appeal and confidence, bearing dark skin and long, well kept dread locks. He wore a suit so black she could almost see light struggling to escape it's pull, from the jacket to the vest and tie. Almira spied a ring on his finger bearing a sigil that almost ruined the look; the seal of vangelism. Golden, betraying orbs hidden behind black shades saw through the vaneer that made him so attractive. An incubi, her eyes told him, and judging by the way he kept his appearance told that the man was an agent of something greater than himself. A choker around her neck began to itch, her teeth dug into her tongue behind sealed, unmoving lips. He flashed white teeth at her as the door clicked shut behind him, a bright fang beckoning to break skin. Electricity sparked between the windows into their intentions, and Almira snagged Abigail, her shot gun before he coudl mvoe a step closer. "Don't move another inch. I don't play well with fiends of your kind. Once was quite enough," she warned fingering the trigger. The incubus flicked his hands up disarmingly, holding his grin. "Relax, Ms. Samaelson. I come bearing a mandate from higher up the ladder than I could deny." Aurelia lowered the weapon, balancing it on the table and pushing a metal chair across the room with her abilities. He took a seat, crossing his legs, and she adjusted her seat at the desk so that she could properly address him. "No one you serve holds power over me, Incubus. You, as well as your gods are beneath my concern. Tell Luhkan or Raphael if they want my attention that they can come get it themselves." It may have been an unbelievably brash thing to say, but Aurelia had killed a goddess, and taken a large part in her death at that. She flicked her wrist and the pieces of technology she used to process and accept work came together in front of her, transforming the desk from a foot rest into her entire business center. The man laughed, smooth as velvet. She glanced over him as he spoke while typing in her password. "Quite the statement. Are you not afraid of being struck down by invoking their wrath in such a way?" Aurelia laughed then, a single, deep HA. "Gods like Raph don't hurl lightning bolts over here. That'd be doing work. From what I know of their new Vangelism, the only one who works is Maria. See where that got her. As for the sex god, I stole his collar and he hasn't come for me yet. Now, speak your peace before I shot you with mine." The man sat up straight, suddenly all business, as if she finally struck a nerve. "Not all is as you see it, Dark Child. My goddess has no interest in coming to the plane, for you. She has work for you. She wants you to stop this aimless stagnation you find yourself in, for you to remember why it was she sank her teeth into you." The clacking of black nails into a keyboard suddenly quieted. "Lilith wants me to... self actualize? Well she's too late for that. I'm perfectly content," she spat back as if angry the woman had the nerve to think she could move her through a vessel, or at all for that matter. Even in her rebellion her hand rubbed that spot on her neck where Lilith had once bitten down in the throes of passion. The man used the power of his mark to amplify that feeling, to little visible reaction. "You don't understand. She needs us to act. She sees the truth inside of you, and without movement and change something within us sleeps and never awakens. Lilith only wishes to see that sleeping monster rise. And it so happens that you are in a special position, as a worshipper of none but yourself to move the world." Aurelia puffed hot air, somewhat like a moan and sigh before swatting away the memory and slamming her hand down on the table. "I do not answer to your goddess." The man tossed a briefcase she hadn't seen on the table. "You work for money now, like a common woman? Fine, you'll find enclosed is a greater sum than the job is worth. That is half, up front." Aurelia looked within the briefcase, opening it without having to avert her falcon's gaze on the man. "Oh my ********> she exclaimed slamming it closed. "Now we're talking. What's the job?" she asked smiling. That much money could fix the sign, the stairs and the door... and buy her a new building...

The man stood and produced a sheet of paper, leaning across the table and extending it to her. Aurelia snatched it from his hand, unfolding the paper and looking on it's content incredulously. "A demon? This much money to kill a demon? Just a dreadnought too? What's the catch?" When she looked up he was opening the door. "You'll find it's well below the actual worth in time, Aurelia. Until then, Godslayer. May you find your way." That had certainly been a strange interaction, but one that made her thing as she began loading the HMO with ammunition and weaponry.

Stagnation meant that there was some sort of progress for her to make anymore. Truth be told after she killed Elessia, Aurelia didn't see much purpose in continuing on the warpath that was her life. Nocturne had, predictably erupted into civil war and Aurelia had seen far too much war in her life. She was, by and large, over it. Ruling the world was overrated at this point, and besides that retirement was treating her well. 22 years old and rich, powerful beyond what she thought she'd ever reach and at the pinnacle of her maturity power wise. She opened the store not out of need, but boredom really. Existence, at the top level, could be torturous if one didn't keep busy and so she did. Every so often a job came along too tough for one man, and she reminded the mortals she was not one of them, a step above. But really, had she stagnated?

She let the question sit as she locked the door of her home/place of business and ascended into the air towards where this prey made his home. The journey would take a bit without the use of her wings, but rather than push it she enjoyed the free time to think on what Lilith wanted from her. She crossed her arms, riding an invisible wave below her body through the air over Val Ghast, high in the air above where most monsters would see her in the clouds. Never had she been beholden to the whims of a god like she was to Zachariah, back when she killed in the name of Vaet Nocturnum. She was at home then, on the battlefield crushing the skulls of the weak below explosions and magnetism, fighting among other demons, and dark ones like herself. Her skin got bumpy thinking of it, remembering how deadly she was, how much she'd reveled. Until she saw Abigail that is. But that was something she was over now. With the death of Zachariah, that chapter of her life closed and she was set free into the world, this time truly. She filled her time with drunken exploits, some of which were under lilith, some of which were on top of her, a lot of which had to do with her ambition pushing her. Unlike when Zach mobilized the army, she was not constrained. Hindsight showed her that being beholden to Zachariah was not truly living. Vaet Nocturnum was for the birds, as it were, and she'd clipped those wings. Long before Aurelia ever saw the need for Elessia's death, and longer still ebfore she settled down, she realized religion was not for her.

She reflected on that time as she neared the demon's lair, hidden well below layers of laayer on layer of metal arleady deep below the earth's surface. So this demon was in fact of her kind; a Diabolos. The Ultimate Evils as they were, could easily be capable of this. With the faintest expression fo her power, the metal below the earth bent and cracked with her will, sending earthquakes for miles. She rose, and so too did iron filaments from below the surface, breaking the ground in microscopic amounts first, and slowly in more and more massive chunks. The process was quick, but still painstaking and loud, literally rending the earth itself apart as the chunks of ferrous material responded to her call. In minutes she, without straining herself, floated among a world of floating chunks of metal. Below her, there was only darkness. An abyss, almost, slowly being filled with sand. She furrowed her brow and descended, forming massive arcs of the metallic substance floating in the air arranged in geometric shapes above her. Aurelia could be an artist when she chose, especially with the Flying Circus active. The lower into the chasm she sank, the closer she felt to her goal, sensing an anomaly of massive presence below her, drawing nearer. She feared not the dark, nor the danger of her situation. Finally she reached the bottom, feeling surrounded by the two conflicting sources of magnetic flux in the atmosphere, exerting too much power near each other.

In a flash the entire chasm was alight, glowing gray, monochromatic but visible. Aurelia blinked a few times, then saw her there. A woman, older than her by far, but somehow full of life. She smiled, floating with wild black hair long like her own once had been, bearing the same look of condescension on her face. Aurelia rose an eyebrow, producing her minigun as the woman merely hovered above her, bare feet, tattered dress. It took only seconds for her to see the resemblence between this woman... and Abigail.

That wasn't right. She didn't look like Abigail... Abigail looked like her, and so too did Ariel. So too did Aureila. This woman... she... She waived her hand and the gray light turned into one of white, allowing Aurelia to see her more clearly, the defining freckles of Ariel, the sharp eyebrows of Abigail, and Aurelia's puffy, full lips. Her piercing gaze was the same that the three sisters shared. Aurelia became keenly aware of the similar feeling between her own flux of magnetism, and the anomaly of this woman. It was... it was almost the same. As if she was the woman's own spitting image. As if their energy had a common source... as if Aurelia was a weaker version of hers. The woman landed, walking forward. Aurelia, in a panci, began unlaoding bullets at the woman, but as she predicted they all stopped in the air, still spinning as if no momentumw as being lost, and then they all dug down into the ground. "Now is that any way to greet your Mother?" the woman teased sending the Minigun crashing into a wall with a flick of her eye lid. Aurelia stumbled back, askance and awestruck.

"I don't have a mother, demon. She's been dead for decades, and you'll be joining her soon enoguh." The woman laughed, pulling Aurelia within kissing distance and challenging her with a grin. "Would you like to say that again?" Aurelia growled, horns cutting through her head and wings sprouting. "Vakk Antha!" they spat in unison, and then she sent Aureila crashing into the cave wall, and continuing by tearing her from it and slamming the Dark Child into the floor of the cave. "Is this the best that my child can do? Be tossed about? Well, I suppose I cannot expect too much you. You have a long way to go." Aurelia fought to her feet, ignoring bruised ribs and a fractured shoulder blade. "Come now child, must I thrash you about with your own power much more before you realize you are indeed my daughter? Samael sure does make sturdy children." At the mention of his name, her anger seemed to get a handle on itself, and Aurelia eyed the demon. The fiery suns of her eyes had blackened fully, and in response the woman did the same to her own. "Look deep child. Use the sight he blessed you with, the sight I blessed you with. See my blood. We are of a tight bond of blood, girl. I bore you and two sisters into the world the same day, but only to you did I grant the gift of my power. Look deep into me, into yourself. See me plain." Aurelia could not help but look at her own hands, seeing what her energy looked like, what her blood felt like to the sight. To her shock, the woman was nigh on identical, minus some holy traces and a bit more... refinement. "How... where have you... what?" she asked as the woman moved forward, placing a hand on her daughter's shoulder. "Who are you?" Aurelia settled on. The woman moved both hands to Aurelia's cheeks, looking as if still decided the worth of a new car.

I am Demetra, Demon of the Black Reach.

Aurelia felt suddenly so confused, so filled with ire and curiosity at once that she was in conflict with herself.

"I grew up thinking you were dead, we all did! How could you not come to us?" accused the DarkChild. Demetra let Aurelia go, fixing her wounds somehow, and then placing her hands on her hips, summoning metal from the top of the castle to form into a pair of seats. "I watched from a distance. Samael deemed it better for me to return here, to the Black Reach, while he watched over and parented you alone. It was not my idea, but it was the safest for you. I kept my distance, hidden while Samael fought Elessia's crusade. It was unsafe for me to join in the war. And since then, it has only recently become clear to me that I can come out of hiding, such as what Bjorn and the others of that gods-be-damned religion." Aurelia sat across from her, listening with actual confusion set into her mind. The woman commanded an impressively dominating aura, holding confidence in black eyes darker than the blackest metals Aurelia had ever willed. "I do not come to this world to rock it, I'd rather come to conflict with the protectors of the plane. However, my blood, like yours too my child, demands I have a hand in this planes ongoing struggle. I loved being here as a girl. Before I met Sam, before I was a full fledged demon, now what they call an impure apparition, I roamed the plane as a demoness of import. Where I went, the red carpets rolled. People flocked to kneel before my power, beauty and grace. There was a time when I watched you in Nocturne. Your father and sisters turned away from you when Zachariah turned you from vangelism. I could not come to you the. But I did watch and send you my prayers. You were strong. Beautiful. Graceful. None could stand in your way that you did not allow. I thought you'd be headed down the path to becoming like me. Becoming a demon worthy of the title. And yet here you sit, stagnant, of growing or increasing influence. You've become tired, lazy, and a little fat. It's pitiful. Aurelia looked at herself suddenly with her ire clear on her cheeks. "Im not fat, and I am not twiddling my thumbs you crone. I am simply bored of the goings on of the third plane. I killed a god. I could be ruling Nocturne now... but what's the point? " Demetria leaned in her seat, crossing pale legs and interlocking her fingers. "My sister died in war. Your daughter. I killed her. For the longest I justified it because she made me. Ariel hated me and Samael didn't touch my mind. I was lost to them. For someone else's war, I slew my own blood. I finally gave in to my own emotional disparity over it long ago, came to terms with myself. That was fine by me. Like you want I was just going to rule the world on my own. Then Elessia. " Demetria smiled.

"And seeing my heavenly daughter broke you down again?" Aurelia shook her head. "No two years had passed. I didn't feel anything at all.l besides irritation. Maybe a little nostalgia. What I meant is that killing Elessia showed me that even the greatest of us fall eventually, and right or wrong eventually someone knocks you off the top of the hill." Demetria was displeased but Aurelia didn't care. "At least here I can do what I want regardless of fear that someone's gonna come looking to take the top spot. That way I can stay out of wars I don't care about. That way I can avoid needless stress."

"That way you can kill off just be pathetic. I tire of this whining and excusing it yourself. Aurelia Samaelson. That is who you are. Aurelia Demetrason. You do not avoid conflict you enforce it. You create it. When did you truly forsake yourself. The daughter I loved above the others was no small fish in a big pond. She was a bullfrog! She did not fear herself. Let's be honest, this inhibition is nothing more than fear. Needless stress? Ha! I cannot believe my ears. You are Vaet Diabolos. You've spent your life as a force, but now I see your problem. You have been under another's thumb so long the thought of being your own terrifies you. So be it, little girl. I have no more to say. If this is what you choose then you are lost to me."

Aurelia suddenly turned a shade of red deeper even than when she was a screaming newborn. Heeled shoes cracked with how hard she stood, stumbling a bit comically but approaching the woman barefoot, looking down at her with fumes rising from her nostrils. Demetra didn't even flinch. "Lost to you? Woman let me be clear: I do not need you. I have never needed you, not since you ran like a scared mistress after you gave birth to me, not since you let Zach ruin my life, not since I became an adult, a damn strong one, while you were in the peanut gallery. Lost to you!? I was lost you the day I was born, and mom or not I won't have you speak as if you matter to my life. God I'm so sick of all of your flock," she all but screamed turning and walking away. She truly started to become irate. "I am not a tool. You're all so high on your horses. Thinking yourselfs better than us because of what, a difference of status? Don't forget I killed one of your kin. I am here because I want to be. I am not some out cast, I don't need a kick in the a** to get in gear. I said I'm bored of their affairs. That is why I am here. But I see now the error of my ways. I choose a comfortable life and everything goes to s**t and gods breathe down my neck about it. You all want a show? Fine. But don't come to my heels when I burn down your little castles and crush your pride." Like a rocket, she boomed straight up, wings fluttering and all.

She's was high above the clouds when she finally slowed hear ascent. At her furious behest Aurelia let loose a bolt of electromagnetic energy at the arcs of metal shed arranged, sending them crashing down at demetra, who was merely smiling. Her work was done. To see her daughter ascend was why she petitioned one who had followers, one besides her to get her ire up. Aurelia, in her ornery mood, had reached the pinnacle of her power. The wing on her shoulder now suddenly had an opposite existing on the othe shoulder, black instead of the pure white. No one in the world had power over her.

Not Vangelism with its holy tenets and chorus of holy crusaders, singing hyms of those who merely use them as power plays and vessels, pretending to love them until they finally do something that their patrons haven't approved of.

Not Vaet Nocturnum and there cesspool of liars and defilers. She's no saint but Aurelia definitely didn't belong down in the muck with them. She'd long since rose above their foolish mutually assured destruction, wishing the worst of the world to come true.

Now was the hour that Aurelia make her choice. No more is there room in her mind for others, for gods or demons. Samael and Demetra be damned. She got what she wanted from them, what she needed. Life. Now the life she had was her own. The world was hers to take and, finally, the Dark Child had motivation. And undying passion. First she needed to go home and close the shop, lock the place down. She was a sonic boom once more, tearing the sky apart like a rocket as she hurled her body towards what had become home, and admittedly a container for asomewhat building fire inside of her.

It was mere minutes before she was back home, pushing open the door without bothering to unlock it. Her Pain Inversion was spiraling out of control, as was her irritation level at the events that had unfolded. Whether or not the woman claiming to be her mother had a point, Aurelia did not care. She didn't care if she ever saw that hag again so long as she lived, so of course her ire hit a fever pitch when her golden irises fell on the woman, sitting in her chair, behind her desk. "I thought I made myself clear," Aurelia spat like venom, words drenched in animosity. Heeled shoes clicked on the ground like earthquakes as she stomped past. Demetra merely watched Aurelia as she hung up her beige jacket, slung her grenade belt on the table.

Her mind was alight once more, as was her soul "It seems I was right about the stagnation, even youa re disappointed." Without turning, Aurelia freed a single bullet from a revolver at the woman. Of course, it never reached her, but Demetra smiled all the same as Aurelia holstered the weapon on her hip. She slipped a gun vest over her form, four pistols setting in place. Her grenade belt had open slots for ordinance, which she rectified immediately. A blue hole in the world itself opened and she began levitating all manner of heavy weapondry in the building into it, along with various types of ammunition she stocked up on. "All my life I've been fighting a war with myself, with my nature. With Elessia's fall, there was nothing left for me in the world to battle. It was a strange feeling, the one that led me to flee the world of conflict, but I gave into it regardless. I fell for the ultimate trap, the one that holds back mortal men. Politics rule the world, and I am but one player of many. But being so far from myself for so long... you are right. I stunted my growth, ruined myself. I mean, honestly look at me here. I haven't been so bored before in my life. And for what? Fear of what I could be getting myself into? Fear of ending up right back where I started?"

Aurelia scoffed, and Demetra watched her reequip her jacket and walk over to where she left the briefcase on her desk. "I don't know why Lilith fcares what becomes of me, or why she sought you out, but I guess I owe the Whore of Whores a thank you. I guess your little tactic worked, and the plane will once again have the pleasure of suffering my influence upon it."

"Where will you go now, my daughter?" Aurelia looked down at the woman, removing her shades so she could look her progenitor in the eyes. "Where I go is my business. I won't have you watching, trying to guide me. In fact, it would be beneficial for you to forget we have any kind of bond at all. To me, you are nought but another who will kowtow or be removed from my path." It was harsh, but looking at the demon, Aurelia could only see such familiar features. Abigails eyes, Ariels lips... her own nose. It was a reminder she did not want. Demetra laughed and got up from her desk, walking to the door, gaggling all the way. "Now that I can get behind, daughter. Let's hope, for your sake and mine, that you and I do not cross paths as enemies then. For what it's worth... I am proud to see you back to yourself." She waved her hand, and a rip in space opened, red and bleeding energy, Aurelia did not watch her leave, merely reached into a drawer and removed a lighter. Nostalgic eyes stared at the place she'd grown so accustomed to, not with swelling pride or fondness but frustration embarrasment. "Never again," a hushed whisper asserted.

As she left the building, she tossed the lighter over her shoulder, the Black Baroness set flames to a history she wished to erase. She was far and away when a missile fell from the sky, erasing the entire city block. For the people that lived nearby, it was somewhere they knew not to come to... and now it was a smoking crater Aurelia watched go up in smoke. She turned north towards Val'Ghast, knowing that the worst of the goings on in the world was on the very continent she landed in. Uncaring for what the new mark on her shoulder meant, or if Samael and Demetra had eyes on her, she went out to be what she was always meant to: Vaet Diabolos.

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My name is Aurelia, and I answer to know one. Welcome to the Church of Me.

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Stats: 7/13
6075/6075
Bullets: 1320
Abilities/Weapons:
Adjustment Passive
Requires Glancing
This is a skill that will come depending on your target. The more you miss while using this the more accurate you are in the next shot, you are adjusting yourself to your opponent's dodges. This is if you can still see them and if you miss. If they block your attack or get hit by it the effect of adjustment wont take place. There is however a side effect, since you are focused on shooting at them you are not quite capable of dodging. Adjustment is a solo skill it cannot be used in conjunction with other skills except for reloading skills until Expert rank. It must reset when you stop shooting, so you have to constantly lay a reign of fire on a target for it to stack over posts. By the third post, them dodging alone wouldn't be good enough if you don't lose your lock on them.

The Sight
Just like their counterpart (the Nephilim) the Diabolos can read the auras about them and see things for what they are. This allows them to pinpoint an opponent's energy level(rank), along with the ability to naturally see energy.

• Electromagnetic Manipulation
Even without expending energy, the Diabolos can manipulate electromagnetic fields. This allows them to levitate their own weapons and manipulate them with great speed, power and precision. Furthermore, they may sense metal and disturbances in electromagnetic fields; for example, if there is a destructive event happening even across the world, they will know it is ongoing, just not who or what is involved. They can sense earthquakes and other such things, to name a few events that would trigger this sense.

You may also compress this magnetic field within simply a large area around you; this allows you to perceive movements around you.

• Pain Inversion
This is a strength and a weakness. Pain Inversion allows for a Diabolos' abilities to be stronger based on their physical health. This does not increase ability rank, but rather size, speed and precision. At full condition, you will be able to manipulate larger masses and fling them at enemies as if ballistic homing missiles. When near death, you will need great concentration to do that same thing and will be able to manipulate significantly less at once.

• Zenith Passive
It's a common saying that anything is a weapon in the hands of a master, this concept is made real by the Weapon Master as they naturally coat any and all weapons they wield with energy. This results in two things, the weapons are made stronger by a rank, and they can strike things they normally shouldn't be able to, such as Shades. This stacks with other damage bonuses. Total weapon damage stacking cannot go past +3 ranks.

Sight Lock Passive
This skill is necessary for any and all gunslingers to keep in mind, letting them gain a mental lock-on on the foe. So long as the foe is in any form of view, without anything to obstruct the view, such as a smoke screen or any visual type of illusions. Another bonus is that the Gunslinger can utilize the reflections of anything to find their opponent. The gunslinger can even quick draw with their gun, in a blink of an eye, they can shoot a target in their sight, meaning the opponent has to see and react to the draw of the gun or the moment upon firing.


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