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"I see, so I must pledge myself before I may know what it is I must do. Very well. I, Cassus Hadrian Neros, pledge my soul to you." Why not, there was nothing left for him anywhere really. Might as well have purpose in service to something greater then he.

"I will start rebuilding my mansion immediately, your personal foothold into the land of the living." Cassus felt the power, the power to do everything he once did and more. This would be wonderful, this would be terrible, this would be his revenge.

Homicide sat in a circle surrounded by candles with black flames, her long black hair scattered about on the red ground, eyes closed. Suddenly, her eyes opened, and the candles went out. Grey smoke rising into the dark sky, she reached out her hand, a scythe forming from the ground. Pulling herself up with the scythe, thinking about all the things she had seen while in this state. Gerard Rosenthal was so close to death, as was Kirai.... Salazar is playing excellent Devil's Advocate, for what he has in mind. Hehe, Nature... it was a mistake for you to have kept him alive despite the brain damage. Because, it seems to me clear as day, that his soul was meant to belong to me. Raising up her other hand, a crystal ball appeared. Inside, faces of thousands of men in hell reflected, all receiving their due for their crimes during life, most screaming in agony. Looking into this, it brought no smile to Homicide's face. "Murder... it's always the same. What I desire is the soul of someone powerful, thoughtful, helplessly evil despite their best intentions, greedy... It takes a lot of gull and a lot of greed to be able to give life through the awful art of Necromancy, and to take life. Most of all... I want one such as this to experience being the murdered, and not only the murderer. Both Gerard Rosenthal, and Kirai; Rosette Andrea Grey... can grant me this wish. Salazar's saving grace would be his strong views against Necromancy, which possibly even rival my own distaste for such a foul practice."

Homicide opened a portal to the mainlands, and watched from above as Kirai dropped the vial. Her expression twisted, and a look of horror stretched across her face. No! Her soul is not grown enough to survive the fires of death! Not yet! Homicide could not stop her, and suddenly realized. "....damn you, sister...." A cold sweat fell down her face, which more resembled a skull than anything living, as her eyes wide open watched helplessly as this was about to occur. "...At least my crusniks escaped in time, to mourn the death of their friend... Yes, I planned that part perfectly, for my little sister's sake." Sudden rage infuriated her. "BUT NO!! KIRAI BELONGS TO ME! EVERY PART OF HER BEING, BODY AND SOUL, BELONGS TO ME!!!"


((If Homicide has spent so much time on molding Kirai's life, and if, in reference to a post in the last guild, Kirai's soul looks very similar to Avarice's.... I suppose it would make sense they had some things in common ^^))

Then, Homicide felt it.... blood, spilling. She stood, frozen with shock, and then said, turning away, a sudden and wide wicked grin stretching across her face. "My, instant karma... So it seems either the God from Above has blessed me, or else that the equilibrium is already taking place." Retreating to a secluded spot, she opened up a portal, looking through. What she saw, she knew within that instant, All this time I've been waiting for my priest... He's young, and he's a lycan... but he's the one. Looking at him as he sliced the sword between his ribs, Homicide's maniacal laughter echoed among the souls of the damned beneath her feet.

Out of the hole before him, from the ground morphed a skeleton. Once the bones had fully risen out of the ground, in a standing position above him, muscle and flesh followed. The pale face of a girl with black eyes and long black hair that feel to the ground took shape, and in her right hand she held a silver blade identical to the sword that had just torn through his skin. "I am quite impressed, with all of those lycans you've just killed..." She bowed over enough to brush the back of her hand, soft and colder than ice, slowly against his face. "You worry you'll go to hell without a name? That would be a pity." She smiled. "That's not your only option, for I'll gladly make an exception on claiming you in death... if by allowing me to slay you with this sword, that I may claim you in life. For I already own your soul, but you shall keep your livelihood, I will bless you with my powers... and I shall give you your name."

After all was said and done, Homicide knelt down to the ground, and chuckling to herself, allowed for her earthly 'body' to dissolve away into dust.

Standing outside the portal still, she closed it. Now... there was little she had to do other than watch.

After taking care of the souls of the damned, she again opened a portal and watched in silence, a wide grin across her face. Yes, she was pleased... very pleased. My Priest... you cease to amaze me. Losing Kirai is so much less painful now that I have you. She chuckled softly and her lips parted.