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Re: Dark Awakening
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Crowley sighed, Though he responded to his favorite
underling's question with seeming complete attention his mind was still on Rome
and on Judas. Both had come from Rome, his two favorite traitors to contemplate
but Judas was indeed more in the making of a demon.
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"Right part of the chorus, wrong lines to focus
on," Crowley told him. "The answers to aid your would be lady love lie in the
scriptures. The good book," he reiterated, then laughed. "In other? words,
the last place a demon would look!"He did love the joke, but shouldn't have,
truly, expected another to figure it out. Well not another demon. The Winchester
brothers certainly...to his annoyance they would have figured it out. If not
quickly eventually.
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"Scriptures slinging and I can't seem to find my
way back home," he sang under his breath, idly petting the hell
bunny.
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"Go and spy on Castiel and his lady a bit more for
me. I doubt anything has happened, but one never knows. Don't waste too much
time if things appear uneventful," Crowley said. "But something tells me they
should be up to something. That or the world is getting incredibly
lucky."
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The fact of an angel and demon in a relationship
was just...well he didn't know what to make of it even if he'd had time to
process. But he didn't? trust it one single bit.
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Re: Dark Awakening
¿ªÔÆÌåÓýStartled by the unexpected comparison, Rudolph Yerbler's motion unintentionally forced his mass of yellow hair into a brief movement forward. Realizing what had happened, he hastily pushed it back so that his?elongated eyes became less noticeable to the outsider. An unnecessary habit perhaps, but?often practiced?over the years?due to the human prejudice.
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"Yes, my Lord. Brutus betrayed the man who?was loved?by his own mother," Rudolph recounted what he?had heard only days earlier, from his delightfully pleasant tour?through history with Messalina. "Apparently Romans of the time even?entertained the possibility of Gaius Julius, being Brutus' own real father. Not verified and perhaps only circulating to add weight to the degree of treachery. Yet, even if he were his own father, aside from being his mentor, his action was based on,?however misguided, pure ideals. For Rome, for the Republic. For the hypothetical and never attained good of the people.
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Judas, was a different matter. From what we know, his motives were less altruistic even in theory.?30 coins, if the legend is true. It may not be, they may both end up in the same Circle of Hell under our treatment, but Judas is by far the most dangerous. Not only did he betray his god, I fear his teachings would have a more fertile ground than any offered by Brutus. What manner of demon would?profess to accept some irrelevant ideals? None. But what demon would reject the opportunity of betrayal, if convinced the said betrayal would promote his best interests?
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I for one?am aware of?how Hell's?leaders treat their underlings and?how your fairness makes you stand out," Rudolph shyly added, casting aside his usual subservience?for the sake of emphasis. "But many would think themselves strong enough to betray their superiors and come out on top afterwards. In that, I sense, may be the greater danger. Though you alone could properly estimate the severity of it," Yerbler concluded, more comfortable surrendering the leading role to his superior than pursuing his own understanding of the situation. ?????????
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Taken aback by his wrong guess at the hint provided, Rudolph was not sure if being bit by an unfamiliar creature hurt him more than being corrected in his error. He really though he has gotten it right, and it even seemed to work. Now he didn't know what was true. Was he simply lucky then,?did he have what it took to figure it out. "Salome, my liege? But I know not where her problems stem from...I thought I did, but I do not," Rudolph admitted, his mind beginning to peruse the song's lyrics once again.?
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Re: Back From Hell (Castiel/Halbrek/Azi/Cordelia/Sam/etc)
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"Good to see you too! You'd not believe where I was
or what happened." Spike found himself giving Cordie a tight squeeze, clinging
to something familiar for? a moment before letting her? go and
regarding the demons with? studied yet casual interest. The fox demon
returned his gaze with a bit of curiosity.
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"Never seen my sort before, ay? A bit perplexing
for you," he asked the demon, amused.
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"No, frankly. Not vampire, not? demon, a
little of both?"
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Spike smirked and shrugged. "The last one I suppose
it is."
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When the woman spoke in the booth behind them, Azi
let out a hiss between his teeth, otherwise not showing emotion or discomfort.
Halbrek stiffened but turned in Castiel's arms to face behind them. She knew she
should deal rather? than letting the angel do so. They had to get their
child back.
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Not that having a child wasn't going to be a
problem, the angels and demons would both either want him dead or on their side.
It was going to get complicated and dangerous. Not in the way she
liked.
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She disliked being in the presence of more powerful
demons as it rarely went well for her especially when they were females. They
were usually harder to deal with. She sighed and steeled herself.
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"We're listening. We need to get something back
that she has."
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At this point she really wanted to feel the others
had her back, but why? Most of them hated or distrusted her and all her kind
with reason. The rest who may stand with her would likely be defeated even
faster than her, leaving her alone to then be defeated.
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A demoness of war did not take defeat well...Today
had just been bad. Nothing else for it.
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Re: Mikaelson Property: Inside the House (Hayley/Samantha/etc)
Sometime later... ? ? ? ? Samantha was none too thrilled by what came next which essentially involved breaking every single bone in her body numerous times. By the end of it she definitely harbored a desire to kick Hayley¡¯s ass for forcing her to turn that many times but quietly reminded herself of what the other woman had said about not wanting to risk her being sired.? ? It definitely hadn¡¯t sounded all that appealing on paper. Essentially having a bit of your own free will stripped away...not something she cared to experience firsthand so s³ó±ð¡¯»å done as instructed and it had SUCKED. She now sat on the front porch slowly sipping from a blood bag, which she still had a little bit of trouble stomaching the idea of but it was gradually getting easier.? ? She felt dread when she thought of having to learn to feed on a human without taking their life because with all the heightened emotions she didn¡¯t know how s³ó±ð¡¯»å handle actually killing someone. Shutting her eyes tightly against the sound of blood pumping through the veins of that little girl upstairs in her room. How did anyone ever learn to be okay with this existence? ? There were so many sounds that reached her ears and she was struggling to differentiate between those coming from within the house and those that might be a good ways away from the spot where she was sitting. Slowly opening her eyes? she looked around at the yard then toward the front door wondering when Hayley would come back outside or if s³ó±ð¡¯»å be joined by one of the Mikaelsons. ? ? ? ? ? ? ? (OOC: jumped this thread a bit since its only me and also Samantha turning into a wolf that often back to back might get a bit repetitive. If our Elijah player wants to jump in here that¡¯s cool.) ? ? |
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Re: Back From Hell (Castiel/Halbrek/Azi/Cordelia/Sam/etc)
Cordelia suddenly felt homesick as she found herself wishing that Wesley were here. He always seemed to be able to find the answer in one of his old musty books to whatever problem they were facing. She looked among the faces present noticing the fact that Azi didn¡¯t look at all well when he rose. Wait. Gave her some energy? Was it even possible? Aside from drinking a crap ton of something like Red Bull. ? ? ? ? ? ¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª ? ? ? ? ? Jo was still a little preoccupied, thinking about the vanishing waitress, though not so much that s³ó±ð¡¯»å missed the wink sent her way. It was a thing that caused her to shift uneasily, not altogether sure how she felt about it. Demons were the enemy. It was hard to see them any other way especially with what happened to her father. ? She decided it was simpler to focus on something else...anything else. Which was easy enough to do with the nagging feeling she had about the waitress. Something was just...off. Maybe she should have kept looking. Or maybe someone or some thing was setting a trap.? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª ? ? ? ? ? ¡°Spike?¡± Cordelia spoke hesitantly, half not believing her own eyes when she looked up at hearing a familiar voice that left her feeling even more homesick. It was somewhat belated but after a moment she got to her feet then pulled him into a quick hug, a gesture having more to do with a familiar face from back home than anything else. ? While it was true they hadn¡¯t been exactly close it was enough just having at least one person from her past here with her. ¡°Cab fare isn¡¯t the thing that takes adjusting to here.¡± ? ? ? ? ? ? ¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª ? ? ? ? ? ? It was then that a woman¡¯s voice interrupted the conversation after checking her phone. ¡°I can think of someone who¡¯s not the slightest bit interested in having your...¡¯little friend¡¯ roaming free.¡± S³ó±ð¡¯»å slipped into the booth just behind theirs moments after the couple had suddenly reappeared, a thing that seemed to go unnoticed by the population at large but had certainly piqued her interest.? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? |
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Re: Covington House: Bed & Breakfast (Lexi/Valerie/etc)
Lexi couldn¡¯t put a finger on why s³ó±ð¡¯»å chosen to eavesdrop on the conversation taking place within the house. Maybe it was just a case of nerves as being back here (a place where local law enforcement had with the help of her least favorite Salvatore brother had driven a wooden stake through her heart) wasn¡¯t at all easy, in fact, it was done right terrifying in its own right. ? She walked the length of the porch fighting off memories of being dragged from the Mystic Grille after being injected with vervain. There was that moment when s³ó±ð¡¯»å thought it possible she might escape even after being shot with wooden bullets but then ³ó±ð¡¯»å shown up with a wooden stake in hand. One word passed her lips as it was driven into her heart...¡¯°Â³ó²â?¡¯ ? While the chance to live again was something the blonde was grateful for it also proved a little challenging to adjust after having ¡®found peace¡¯ when the Other Side collapsed. With any luck it would all get easier, after all, it was only in the quiet moments that she struggled at all. ? Tipping her head slightly as two sets of footsteps caught her attention, one that happened to be moving into another part of the house while the second set came towards the front door which opened shortly thereafter. One eyebrow lifted as she regarded the woman whose statement left her on edge. ¡°It¡¯s the one year anniversary of when one of my oldest friends died.¡± ? She kept herself on guard as it was too soon to tell whether this woman was some sort of vampire hunter or perhaps a witch with an axe to grind either way letting someone get the drop on her again wasn¡¯t at the top of her list. ¡°I wouldn¡¯t recommend tossing around the ¡®v word¡¯ so casually in this town because it¡¯s got a secret council who doesn¡¯t give a damn whether you¡¯re good or bad just being one is enough of a reason to get a stake driven through one¡¯s heart.¡± ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? |
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Re: Dark Awakening
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"Who is who," Crowley asked.
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He was mildly perplexed and not showing it. Then it
occurred to him? Was he asking if the hell bunny was a demon? Please? no,
because if so he'd have to hurt one of his favorite underlings. He sighed. A
demon's job was bloody never done! Never.
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"Judas. Hm. Interesting," he said, turning his
thoughts to something productive as he idly stroked the bunny's
ears.
"I don't see how he'll get very far. No one will
trust him!"
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He laughed.
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"I mean he did help to take out the big J and that
gets him red ribbons and special treatment for sure, no torture, extra power,
sure sure. But considering?the way he chose to stick it to big J involved
him going down in history as the biggest traitor ever...He won't gain followers
or at least not?enough."
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He frowned. "Then again Brutus was a big fat
traitor too. I wonder...Who do you think was the worst, Judas or the?old
Brute? I'm still for Judas. Sticking it to your best friend is bad...very bad,
but to the son of God..."
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He laughed again.
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"Good on you for finding out, though, and I'll look
into it eventually when I have time. As for the song...though home won't hurt
you, that wasn't the point you were supposed to work. The clue that should guide
you to where answers to your would e lady's problem lies."
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He sighed. He'd given too much information right
there, he had.It would've been more fun to watch his favorite underling
struggle, but the fact he kept.missing.the.point, was just too
annoying!
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As if sensing his annoyance, the rabbit leapt off
the King of the Crossroad's knee and bit the other demon hard in the thumb,
bucked sharp teeth sinking in easily to draw blood. Then bouncing off said thumb
he was back on Crowley's knee as if nothing had happened, only the gleam
of?fresh red on his sharp little teeth to testify otherwise.
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Re: Dark Awakening
¿ªÔÆÌåÓýCuriously regarding the bunny, Rudolph Yerbler frowned, trying to get a sense of its magic. He realized at once he was distracting himself from the more important matter, namely his report.
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"My liege, there is a movement in Hell. Judas is making his move at last. His energy is ferocious and strong enough to ensnare lesser demons. Some of the said demons are now above the surface, following their largely unknown plans, perhaps spreading their seditious poison. On the bright side, I have figured at last that song you had mentioned. I have come back home, Sire," just as instructed by the hint in the lyrics. It worked too. I do not feel quite as devastated as I have only recently," Yerbler admitted, still feeling a little surprised about the whole change in him.
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"Who is that, my Lord. Surely a smaller demon, yet I cannot trace its origins..." Rudolph openly admitted, preferring to be honest about his incompetence rather than fake confidence now and?risk his superior's ire later. ???
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Re: Back From Hell (Castiel/Halbrek/Azi/Cordelia/Sam/etc)
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"The tree has nothing to do with it. It's the
tree...you know that we were asked to look after," Halbrek said carefully, not
wanting to specify in front of anyone present who had? asked them. For
several reasons that wouldn't go over well mainly lock of understanding and
knowledge on the part of most.
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"I guess she just got? me and I tried to keep
going."
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She closed her lips tightly, struggling against the
unwanted rush of fear and upset and revulsion that the Earth queen had gotten to
her after so very long. She had broken away had stayed away. Unable to keep from
shivering against Castiel's chest she silently struggled to center herself. She
was out. It was well now...But what if she wanted her again? Couldn't she
just...
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"Someone needs to bind her again. Soon. We need to
deal with that," she said, eyes nearly wild as she gazed around.
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"Anyone know someone strong enough to work with us
on doing that?"
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Having her out was no good. Her thoughts sluggishly
returned to their son...not that she didn't are but realizing they had a son was
just...so difficult to comprehend. How hadn't either of them known? And didn't
that serve to make someone feel stupid?
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Re: Dark Awakening
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Crowley was petting the head of a black hell bunny
when his underling appeared. Crowley could feel his signature. He did not need
to look up so he spoke without doing so, perhaps to show off a little.
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"What?"
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The black bunny hopped a few times from Crowley's
right leg to left and back again, settling on the King of thee Crossroads knee
velvet black ears twitching in time with his blood red nose.
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Dark Awakening
¿ªÔÆÌåÓýRudolph Yerbler had the best intentions but was not greatly surprised when unexpected despair made him swerve away from the familiar path. Instead of going to report to Crowley directly. he let his?need guide him towards the lower regions of Hell. Where his lovely distraction, and her mentor/guard/keeper, he was not sure which, dwelled. He could reasonably assume the magic of Judas he had detected dripping from a younger demon got to him somehow, despite all the protection spells.
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He had not truly expected Salome?or Messalina to help, only to listen and draw strength from their acceptance. But he received?more than he bargained for. Messalina knew things. Remembered things forgotten and? showed him precisely what he asked for. To see?what the power of Belial hinged on, in case it helped him deal with the similar?sounding Judas influence. He may not need to accost that source of self betrayal, but he did need to overcome it on the inside at least.
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And here they came. The visions of the very distant past. Where a rock covered with intriguing looking sigils stood at the Crossroads, and dark shadows hovered over it. Their eyes looking somewhat innocent on the bestial faces. "Those were the demons of old, facing a choice," Messalina's knowing voice patiently explained the vision. Then the tall cowering shape suddenly darted in the dark, its long ears swaying with every hop.
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"What are these, they look??like what's?their name, I thought they went extinct..." Rudolph?commented?with a sense of wonder at being revealed something precious. An old bit of lore, the kind that excited him every time.
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"They were not extinct. That was a lie to cement a choice. Belial offered the demons of this world to forsake the old ways of the hunt for the soft Woolies. Those uncertain demons you have seen, they chose the easy path..." Messalina's voice grew contemptuous as Rudolph beheld a few shadows descending onto the mysterious rock, where a human suddenly appeared. Only to be devoured by the ravenous demons.
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"But?what does it mean? Why is it bad for demons, and how did Belial benefit from it all?" Rudolph wondered and Messalina gaze settled on him?with distinct displeasure. "The lesser demons chose to change what made them who they were, hunters, for the sake of an easy prey and fattening life. Many of them got?lazier and weaker as a result. They betrayed their own long term interests with the wrong choice. And it was that?type of magic precisely that made Belial and his followers all the stronger. Do you see?"
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Rudolph Yerbler saw this. But he also saw more, so many more images,?possibly connected to the others, of the Master, possibly connected only in his mind. Of the Master rising, and the weaker fanged demons retreating from his path. That was a a different time. A different place. But he could see how it related to counteract the overwhelming darkness of Judas and Belial before him.??Now it all made some kind of sense to Rudolph. Even his mentor's song.
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"You seem different now. Do you feel alright...?" the younger demon Salome wondered and Rudolph found himself thoughtfully nodding. "I was able to shake off that wretched power and feel like myself again. I will be back," he reassured Salome who oddly drew pleasure from such a simple promise.
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"Where are you going then?" Messalina wondered, her face betraying a mixture of?mild annoyance and unlikely amusement.??
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"Going back home, to report my findings to my liege lord," Rudolph quoted a part of the song, smiling for?the first time in a very long while.
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Crowley frowned in thought for a moment before answering.
"Yes," he said, only a modicum of reluctance in his voice as his mind played chess with all the possibilities and their various variations. So very many outcomes adding other players to the mix and they'd likely just added more than he could even see. Crowley understood what most did not. Involving one person meant involving anyone else they came into contact with in potential. For demons, not A problem most of the time as rarely was anyone as strong as a demon...except for in some cases another damned demon...and a witch could know more than one, especially if she happened to be stupid. Common trait among witches, stupidity, the king of the crossroads thought with a deep annoyed sigh.
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"Yes, go ahead," he confirmed again.
"We can always control her and take anyone else out if necessary. I want him to get his memory back when I'm good and ready and not before."
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Rudolph Yerbler acknowledged his understanding of Crowley's order with a nod and?opened a portal through?the main?hell gate with an arcane glyph of his own making. Other demons did not always bother with such gestures of civilities but Rudolph himself considered it mannerly to announce his arrival in advance, when Lord Secretary was concerned and attributed the few issues he had to negotiate with the senior demon to his civility. As his glyph vaguely resembling an unfinished horseshoe, began to glow in red, Yerbler found himself inside of a paper filled office, facing a red?faced man, Lord Baal Berith himself.
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"Your contract sure has many holes in it, Yerbler," Lord Secretary angrily stated,?but Rudolph refused to take such matters seriously, the greater demon liked order and neatness above any potential benefits?to Hell itself. But eventually, and that Rudolph knew from personal experience, he would come around. "Yes, Lord Baal Berith, but rest assure, the covenant would not be contested, no extra paperwork for you, my Lord," Rudolph carefully reassured, and the senior demon only waved dismissively in response, sighing his initials on the document and making?Yerbler's agreement with Madeline official.
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"Alright, now what, I?assume you want the boy to be revived with a different soul inside," Baal Berith grumbled, as if trying to gauge how much effort he would have to invest in the whole affair. "Nothing major, we need the soul of a Bobby Singer in the child's body, with no memory attached to it. I will need the key to activate the memory, and then I will be on my way," Rudolph promised almost apologetically. "Alright," Baal Berith relented, showed Rudolph the demotic glyph to unlock the memory when needed, and sent him on his way.
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"I bear happy news, Madeline," Rudolph declared, facing the uncertain looking witch at the Crossroads.?"Your son in law is back, and to sweeten the deal, you just might find him more obedient to your will this time around, see, I always deliver on the promise," he spoke, while the?agitated woman did not even bother with formalities, rushing home to verify his claims, which she would only find to be too true, to the letter of the agreement at least, Rudolph inwardly considered with a twisted smirk and then?journeyed back to the infernal region he called home.??
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The yellow haired demon had to wonder if the whole thing was a ploy. The only reason he was still listening was because the tormented soul of an ancient Goetes went through the trouble of escaping the fiery pit, and not being able to get to any senior demons settled on him. The fires of Hell were beginning to take their toll, the Goetes was beginning to assume a fiery semblance himself, only his eyes remained steady as they?have been, through the millennia, if rumors were true.
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"So you are telling me that an entire chunk of Hell is gone all of a sudden?" Rudolph incredulously wondered, his mind set on his previous dreams of the lovely Salome. "And if it is gone, how is this a threat to anyone, instead of an advantage? Where would it go, what would it do that could hurt us?" Yerbler added, but the man once named Tantalos was not to be swayed. "You must tell your superiors it is an emergency. It wasn't just any part of Hell, it was the Pit of Treachery. You know who dwelled there, don't you," Tantalos demanded and Rudolph began to feel less at ease.
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It was just like in his dream, minus the pleasant parts. The hills were moving, some figures were rising, surrounding him and only that three part glyph?that he was inspired to draw, deflected and diffused?their oppressive presence. He was able to protect himself and Salome too, with another gift?from his mysterious benefactor, but only with some considerable luck. After all, the man who became the embodiment of treachery did not even bother with the likes of him, using his might to fly upward, ever upward, with the?dark terrain itself?exploding under the pressure of his overwhelming flight. ?
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Rudolph?never met him, but heard of him. Heard of his never ceasing movement underneath,?that made Hell itself quake. He had considered him merely a dark legend, was half intrigued by?him, as?part of Hell's darker lore that was no longer taught to new demons. But seeing him?even in a dream, defied all expectations. Perhaps, it was the feel of his unfamiliar might, the?sense of treachery that spread its wings in every direction and hurt his very innards. Only Crowley's happy song combined with the glyph allowed him to shake off the memory of the disturbing dream. And now what, what was he to do now, he wondered and repeated the three part glyph that may have once represented the convergence of the rays of the sun, but appeared to protect demons?despite such unusual affiliation.
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An invisible shadow on the fateful path. A dark presence in a dark alley. An inconspicuous observer. Rudolph Yerbler never thought he would get to play most of these roles, and yet, he had to find out what would happen. He had to wonder if his morbid curiosity was caused by him being affected by this new power. But he knew, if Judas was truly free to roam the Earth again, he might not have dared to?trail him personally. He preferred isolated pursuits. Spying on humans, tricking their warlocks, that was part?of the trade.?Attempting to uncover the motifs of?Hell's dark and forgotten legends, that was a different matter.
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Fortunately, the specter of Sysyphus?divulged onto him its fiery wisdom. Apparently, Judas could not touch the world of the Living directly. There was a part of him, beholden to one of the Old?Ones, the ancient demons of the Underworld who have?sunk so deep, even the older demons like Messalina could no longer approach them. Sisyphus was too low ranking to ferret out the details, only that the man/creature that was Judas, was still somewhat limited. And yet, there was another way for such potentiate as Judas?to extend himself into the world above, by placing his nets around his prison, using them to capture young demons and then...
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Rudolph was not quite sure what was to happen then, and that was the reason he was following the doubly horned demon of earthly colors back into the Upper World. Almost with curiosity, Rudolph watched the demon he wss trailing disguising himself, creating a cloak of invisibility that, well, was not quite up to his own standards of precision, but did the job of obscuring his visage from some prying eyes. He probably did not know the difference between humans and vampires, Rudolph?reasoned out with some amusement, seeing? he chose a?handsome male vampire?for his target. Some of the older vampires at least might actually be able to?sense a barely hidden demonic presence, they were on the verge of proper awareness after all.
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Yerbler?almost expected?the handsome vampire?to sense the lesser demon's presence, not his own of course, due to his superior spells. Perhaps there was?simply too much on the?vampire's mind though. He was following after a victim of is own. Well, not a single victim yet, an entire group of them.?Perhaps the vampire intended?to let the group separate, then attack a single victim, but the?evening streets were lit far too brightly to risk an assault of this kind. Rudolph kept?thinking, trying to puzzle out what Judas put inside of the demon, and how the demon was going to use it against the vampire, when something unexpected happened.
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Without any visible reason, the vampire did not bother waiting for the large group of humans to part ways, he struck, at all of them, some passers by even tried to take a picture on their cell phone, others called the authorities for help...Rudolph did not understand at first. It was clearly the power of Judas, manifesting itself, against a vampire, yet he did not feel any magic spells, did not smell the intoxicating odor of sulfur wafting through the air. Then how, what did the horned demon do to the vampire, he asked himself and then a realization struck him.
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Self betrayal might manifest as self destructive actions. Without any magic present, that had to be?the power the demon exhibited, making the vampire reckless in his pursuit, self destructive?even. Rudolph wished he knew how to tell his master about it, without being too complicated and entangled in things he didn't understand. Perhaps if he only mentioned that some demons, from a certain Hell Circle,?started acted strangely, unlike themselves. That could be it, he decided brightly and then idly considered if he ought to terminate the double horned demon or possibly capture him.
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But he noticed there was some kind of exchange between the vampire and the demon, with the demon's body suddenly growing. He is getting stronger from the vampire's self destructive actions he had initiated, Rudolph?decided and almost made another step towards the horned demon, determined to take care of him before his bizarre magic spread too widely, but the demon began looking around, as if his increased power allowed him to sense what he previously couldn't. Rudolph decided stronger demons than himself should attend to the matter. He had duty of a different kind and had to report to Crowley at once.?????????
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Re: Back From Hell (Castiel/Halbrek/Azi/Cordelia/Sam/etc)
¿ªÔÆÌåÓý"Fair enough, I owe you a very big favor, or two smaller ones. As you well know, I always honor my promises," Castiel solemnly?confirmed,?his gaze?grimly settling on Halbrek once again.
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"You did pass out, but I wonder if you remember, in case it is important somehow...you started saying something about a...Tree. I wonder if that means something. Or rather, if that was what somehow caused you to feel the drainage at that precise moment and fall, in case that would matter for the future," the angel thoughtfully considered.
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"Whatever it is, it can probably wait. The important thing is that you are back with us. With me. Do you feel better? Do you need something else to make you stronger?" the angel of the Lord wondered almost hopefully.
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Re: Leaving Mystic Falls (Elena/Mihnea)
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"you know I'd not care but with his...humanity off,
he may also not care enough and kill my father's pets and then I will have to
deal with my father,"Mihnea said with a sigh.
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"Why he feels the need for human pets I have no
idea." He gave her a sidelong look. "No offense I'm sure."
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Then he studied her hair as a thought occurred to
him. "I'd overnight a bit of your hair with some blood on it, not a lot mind,
and I bet that would make him flip something though if you don't know where he
is, how would he receive the package."
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He frowned because he really liked that idea. Fast,
easy, the scent of the blood of a loved one could do a lot. More than words
surely.
?
"Any ideas how to manage that one because right now
I like it a lot."
?
As for bringing the dead back, thank you for your
kind words, but Smaranda has been dead for a long time. Her bones...well they'd
not be in good condition if such were even possible and one must wonder if their
soul has been somewhere else for so long what that would do to their
stability."
?
Of course having her here would be wonderful but he
would not allow himself to imagine that. No. Because it wasn't right to risk her
like that. That wasn't how you treated someone you loved. He pushed the thought
away firmly, if with an effort. He hated when such feelings rose again. IT was
an uncomfortable pain in the ass as it was not productive. Right now he had a
task and it was better to think of that.
?
"Besides, what of these returned people?They could
be controlled by someone or worse. It simply doesn't seem natural so one must
wonder."
?
"I must say if I trusted a daylight ring, I
certainly could sleep easier literally," he said with a chuckle as the pilot
slid the doors to the craft open.
?
"Looks like we're here. This should be
fun!"
I'm friends with the monster that's under my
bed. I get along with the voices inside of my head. |
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Re: Mystic Grille (Jamie/Kali/Mekare/etc)
?
"Alright,"Maharet told Pandora
crisply.
?
"Then as a witch you should never be aiding someone
like Akasha. Ever. She is evil incarnate and has no love for witches to put it
far too lightly. My sister and I were...witches. She did unspeakable things to
us and believed us dead or worse simply because we could not...simply because we
were us and she was insane. I am not sure how she is alive considering my sister
killed her and her body disintegrated. But I am not sure what has angels who I
never believed to exist all stirred up either."
?
She wanted to clutch her head but remaining calm
was the way to go because it was what she knew. She had to remain her own rock
or she knew things would get worse. She felt Armand suddenly at her side before
she saw him. The support he showed, the fact he saw the strain she hadn't
visibly shown was touching. Other than extending a slender hand to cover one of
his, she gave no outward sign.
?
?
"I suppose angels could break a curse," Mekare
said. "If anyone could...but then again perhaps they have better things to
do."
She shook her head. "Believe me, I know how insane
it sounds," she said dryly.
?
Jarveth nodded for his part but gave a slight smile
and shrug of his wide shoulders...because he had quickly gotten accustom to the
strange and starnger.
I'm friends with the monster that's under my
bed. I get along with the voices inside of my head. |
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Re: SH: Meeting Of The Minds (Eve/Abraham/Henry/etc)
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"An angel is bad enough. But a demon dealing with
one...well it can't be good," Henry said thoughtfully. "A demon dealing with an
angel is either corrupting it, which is fine, or perhaps switching sides. Rare
and certainly not whatr we need right now."
?
Of course he knew little of angels or demons who
would deal with them so was only speculating.
?
"What shall you do if anything," he asked, mind
already on more active matters of the pending...shift in that which other softer
weaker mortals may consider their untimely end.
I'm friends with the monster that's under my
bed. I get along with the voices inside of my head. |
Hugin
Ishamael Moridin
Kat