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*Bell shudders and worships the space separating her and this evil being.* I'm Princess Bell Night of the blue demon tribe, Daughter of Kaiori Night and Apollo Rocker, Granddaughter of Gabriel. I am the second generation of the E, Eve project. A project to create a new and better world. *Bell slams her lips shut. She trembles, She couldn't die but death was the least of her worries. Her wound had healed but moist blood still slicks her skin. She didn't know much herself about the Eve project, kaiori had made sure she just knew the basics. Then Kaiori had ordered her daughter never to die, a selfish order but one any caring mother would make.*

A piece of The Master himself, and a piece of Cole, or perhaps some other thing. The two had been destined for each other, be that good or bad... Just as KB had been born something would form, and a new day would dawn.

Though this time no moral implications or silly ties seemed to stunt the seed's growth, this time there was no pesky child to stand before the might of a monster.

All it needed was time, and not much of it either.

And then the new thing would do what it wished, for it would have all the power to do so.

*Bell does anything but relax. She simply sticks up her chin and narrows her lilac eyes.* Last I heard Gabriel had given up all hope on project Eve. Eves are women forced into obedience since their creation. Any and all children from an Eve shall take on the same pure powers of Gabriel through the mother and then add all the powers of the father. Finally these mixed powers shall double upon a successful birth. These improved children shall be the conquerors of the old world and the creators of the new. I would be the first generation of this superior race, along with my brother. Who will find and gut you I might add. *She sticks out her tongue and wrinkles up her nose. Her business suit is ripped and bloody. With distaste she rips off the first layer leaving her lilac blouse and skirt.*

*Bell sighs and begins to look at her nails in boredom.* I shall never die. Supposedly I will eventually be the mother of all, since anyone not of my bloodline will not be strong enough to survive. I'm an angelic shape shifter; I can bend my form to my will. Silence is a sword made by Gabriel as a gift to his wife, who in turn passed it on to my mother and so on. The sword has many powerful abilities many yet to be discovered. The sword can only be used by someone of Gabriel's bloodline or family through marriage.

*Bell eyes lowly lift up to meet her captor's. Her eyes are still violet but there are tinges of gold in them. Her eyes display confusion and her tongue darts out to wet her lips. This wasn't how it was supposed to be, why was he being so kind? Was this truly a turn of events or was he merely playing with her emotions. She was feeling slightly sick with the slick blood dripping down her skin. She nibbles on her lower lip and closes her eyes slightly, her smoky lashes keeping her golden lit eyes from view.* I just want to go home, you have your information, I'm of no further value to you!

However a psionic placenta felt falling into a metaphorical bucket, the gem felt that way.

*Bell growls lowly. Her wings form black and large. She flicks them with a snap and they break off her seatbelt. She stands and straightens her skirt. Walking to the showers she flips her captor the bird and glares back at him. He won't be able to last long with her, she could tell. Walking into the showers she locks the door and forces what movable furniture there was to the door, testing the water first she deems it safe and sheds her clothing and accepts this one pleasure.*

Truinthil wanted to fall over laughing. The thoughts in her mind were plain and obvious on her face and in the way she moved. She thought she would rid herself of him somehow. That would be a sight to see. He was tempted to flip the switch that would activate the camera hidden in the shower, but he shook his head. It was a perversion to have that camera there. There were valid security reasons for its instilation so long ago, but he knew there was nowhere to go and that the girl wouldnt do anything that would jepardize both their lives. At least he thought and hoped that she wanted to live rather than die. So giving that particular switch a wary glance, he stood up and began stretching for a moment before heading out the same door Bell had exited through, but instead headed to the room he would be using for their journey. It was no different from the several others in that small crowded hallway. A small room with a bed and washstand as well as a small window to look out upon the bleakness of space with. Sitting upon the bed he turned his eyes to that window and remained motionless for some time, just staring.