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The first petitioner wlked in, hunched over in fear at being surounded by so many immortals. He bowed deeply to Slade.

"Your eminance, the blood banks are almost tapped out.... evryone has enough money to last them a long while, so they no longer donate. I have no Ideas as of what to do..." the man was nervous, but he wasn't afraid.

Slade nodded. "Yes, that could be a problem." he suddenly had a thought. "I know. Let us have a festival! A celabration of life! We have beaten the rebels back countless times, let us celebrate that!!" He jumped from his throne, immediatly planning the festivities with everyone involved. He points to the Blood Banker. "Tell the shop keeps of the emergency, and have them raise the prices of their goods. That should help." After that, he was in full swing, planning this festival.

Several Hours into the planning, Slade felt a peculiar sensation. Deciding it was nothing to be bothered with at the moment, he continued the preperations for the festival. He streched. And yawned. His fangs had the dull ache of thirst again, so he stood and lest his study, walking to his own personal blood cooler. He opened it, pulling a bottle of AB-, the rarest of all. He mixed it with a bit of cow blood, helping to cull the mettalic taste from the humans. Draining the bottles, he closed the cooler, undressing and climbing into his and Aoife's coffin. She lay there, fast asleep, the small lump of her pregnant belly showing just a bit. He leaned down, giving it a brief kiss, then lie down next to his beautiful wife. Soon, he was asleep, dreaming of the look on her face when she learned of the festival.........nightmarish, indeed.

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Slade noticed Aoife's movement, and rose a bit after her. He disregarded the voice he had heard, not all that worried by it, actually. He wraps his arms around her from behind, kissing her shoulder softly. He measures her middle with his hands, smiling. "Nope, still not fat," He said, hoping to cheer her up.

Aoife let out a small laugh as she leaned back against him "I am unnerved." she spoke softly. "I dont want anything to happen to anyone." she said softly.



Nathaniel's nails raked against the chairs arms as he let out a small sigh "The calm before the storm old friend." he said softly. "Slade will get whats coming to him, that I assure you Pain. How is your sire?" he asked his voice soft and oddly calm.

Laciter awoke in a sweat, he had broken touch with alonweigh.
It had broken his peace, he picked her up and turned into his lycan form, he began rocking her in his arms.
He reached a hand to her face and brushed her hair from her eyes.
"sleep sister..."
He smiled and kissed her lightly, then set her back down on her bed.
He then walked out of the room, heading for the outside gate.
He watched the forest, the un-moving stones he had had Leonix and Gorrod place around the gate, to ensure that the forces would be slowed.

Leonix walked up behind his ancient friend.
"I heard about Kras, i am sorry La-"
Leonix watched as laciter drew his sword.
"s-sir?"

Runi quickly locked blades with laciter.
she forced a break between them and threw leonix aside when he tried to defend.
She dashed at Laciter, a vicious smirk across her face.

Laciter fought back, but Runi's ghostly body held the solid blade as if she was solid. he dispelled the image quickly though, and turned toward the solid Runi behind him.

"Laciter..."
She then dissapeared.

"Was that mistress alonweigh?"
Leonix asked when she dissapeared.

"no, it wasnt, her name is Runi, she is the child of sins."
He answered and then continued to watch the forest, letting the cool breeze flow across his fur.
He sensed something that he hadnt sensed in a long time.
but he threw the feeling away when Trapula came to mind.
"Leonix, stay here..."

He jumped away and walked into his parent's room.
"Mother, father...Where is Trapula?!

Pain's eyes lowered to the ground for a moment. "A reasonable idea, of course, yet another brilliant plan from the lord of winds..." He slowly walked to the window, gazing out at the moonlight. "I have never made my presence known to the enemy, hence they might come to trust me...in time." Thinking for a moment, he came to a brief realization. "The young one is there, that could be a problem, she knows your scent and may be capable of sensing it on me. Thus, I must have reasons for being in contact with you." Clicking his claws upon the windowsill, he thought of a solution. "I am going to travel to Slade's castle, to pledge everlasting loyalty to his cause. My power reduced, so that they do not know my extents. You must follow behind me, remaining undetected, until I am within their sight...once I arrive, make your presence known, and attempt to take my life. Make it appear as though you want to destroy me, it must appear real, attempt a fatal blow, however, fail purposefully." He smirked slightly, opening the window and crawling onto the sill. "They might trust me, and perhaps, I can win the favor of your white maned pet. Is there anything you can suggest, any specific information you must acquire?"