Erasing Imagination – The Kingdom of Greed : PD

 

 

Dessy:

 

Immediately after the girl in red had been pulled away, she went back to normal. And she didn’t seem to remember anything. Weird. But, no matter. She watched with a raised eyebrow as the girl in red threw a cookie to the Jabberwocky. Where did the cookies come from? Coming back, Mariela slightly jumped when Aria ran over and grabbed her hands, jumping up and down. She gave a smile and light laugh, nodding her head. “YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!!!!! Mammon was so mean to us. I’m glad there is a new princess!” Aria exclaimed, hopping around her. “I’m glad to see you so happy about it.” she said, and then this is when she started following the man. She then turned to the girl in black when she started to introduce herself and her sister.

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Mariela gave a smile, then a nod. “I’m sorry I couldn’t give you a more… welcoming welcome.” she said, looking back to the ballroom. “But, welcome home.” she said. She then turned to look at Ayana. “Why did you come to Greed, if I may ask?” she said, continuing to speed-walk down the library. When she walked in, she saw black mist that looked like hands, and he was giving orders. That’s when she gave him a hello. She raised an eyebrow as he poured himself a drink, before shaking her head.

“I was going to ask you the same thing, but I decided to do a little investigating myself.” He said, and Marie titled her head.“I know the story of Alice, but I don’t know why Wonderland is in Hell.” she then said. As the mist came back from the book, Mariela walked over to the table and placed the helmet down, before picking up the hat and the watch. She walked back to Marcus just as he told the mist to get another book. “Scar never leaves his hat…” she stated out loud, before looking at the watch. “What’s this?” she asked, turning it in her hand. She then popped it open, narrowing her eyes. “The hands are moving too fast, and there are only six numbers on it.” she then said out loud. She looked up when Marcus began his introduction.

Mariela’s eyes narrowed when Raul was mentioned. “If you’re anything like Raul…” she spoke in a threateningly tone. The dislike for him could be heard in her voice. Hearing him mention the mirror, that confirmed that it was indeed the mirror that the shattered pieces were from. But that meant… what? Her eyebrows furrowed, and she looked back up as he mentioned his mother. “Why is your mom ob- actually, nevermind.” Mariela said, shaking her head. They had more important matters. “You happened to end Lydia. Good one!” he said, then gave a thumbs up. “Yeah, well. She was a bitch.” Mariela said with a shrug.

She looked down at the book when the mist dropped it, putting the hat and the watch down and leaning over to look at it.“Why is someone erasing the books?” she asked, looking up at Marcus. “A champion?” she asked, and then she thought back on the story. “In the Alice in Wonderland story, a champion had to go and slay the Jabberwocky, saving all of Wonderland.” she spoke. “But the Jabberwocky was here…” she spoke, things slowly starting to click together.“Someone at Greed is the champion.” she then said, turning around to look at Ayana. Ayana was here when the Jabberwocky first showed up, and from the way she entered through the window, it could be assumed she was the champion. But, Mariela was still there too – so it could be her… but Mariela wasn’t positive. She was forgettign the fact about the sword being the only weapon to slay it – the same sword that she was sheathed on her side.

“If this can erase a story, not only are those in it in danger….another book is too. Probably the only one that can defeat the evil. Gee, and I thought I was bad. Whoever planned this from the start was insanely clever. Or a madman.”

The more Marcus talked, the more Marie’s eyes furrowed. As soon as he mentioned a book that can defeat evil, Mariela’s eyes widened. “The Book of Shadows.” she spoke. Immediately she raced to the back of the library, where the book was kept hidden. She grabbed the book, rushing back over to everyone else and setting it on the table, flipping it open and flipping through pages. “This is the only book that can defeat evil.” she said, but looked over when Marcus opened the Alice book. Seeing the Jabberwocky fading, she tilted her head. She reached over Marcus to grab the book and placed it in front of her. “The Jabberwocky is being erased.” she said. “Wouldn’t that mean the Jabberwocky was dying?” she said. It only made sense. If it was being erased from the book, that means it’s not there. That’s at least what she thought. She wasn’t sure if she was correct. She then glanced over at Scar’s hat, before flipping through the book. Scar was the Hatter in Wonderland. If the Hatter was still in the book, that means Scar would be in Wonderland. Right?

That didn’t explain where her family was… She still needed to find them. Mariela seemed to be completely calm by all of this, but in reality she was panicking on the inside. Hardcore panicking. How was she supposed to find them, and figure out everything else going wrong at the same time? If Scar was in Wonderland, that meant that they could possibly be in Wonderland if they followed him. If that was true, how was she supposed to get there to find them? This was causing a lot of panic inside, and it’s a good thing she was good at not showing that panic. She looked at Masumi from the corner of her eye, then asked, “Where did the cat come from?”

 

Sieg:

 

There were many forces in this world that could drive someone to do stupid things, things that were nearly suicidal, but sometimes this were not good enough, at least not themselves. Sometimes the thirst for revenge seemed too impure and they decided to call it justice, sometimes the love one denied to feel turned into painful care, a thorn in the heart, that somehow ended up digging so deep that it took roots somehow. And as terrible as this was, something like this could drive a man or a woman to do things that seemed impossible, it could drive them to greatness, to break boundaries that nobody else dared to get close to and at the same time do terrible acts without batting an eye. But it all meant nothing without the determination, the raw desire and the complete lack of care for the world that stood before you…it sounded terrible but in the end heroes, villains, and such were always driven by this forces when trying to change the world, a desire, a goal, and enough determination by their side to fulfill it. The trouble of course began when those who stood in between decided to step in, in the end heroes had limits and villains effort to just be “evil” make them predictable…but those who were neither, they were the most dangerous.

Here we are, Kingdom of Greed just like I promised!…pretty cool looking uh?

There was a saying, that sometimes a look or the mere presence of an individual could drive chills down a back and kill the silence, yet in a place like this sometimes that very phrases took a different meaning. Take this two individuals for instance, the first one was just smiling while he remained hidden under the many rags that forced his cloak and clothing, covering him whole as he grinned and opened his arms while from the distance before their eyes the Castle stood high and mighty, scarred, and yet still bearing that sensation of power on the ancient stones that formed it’s walls, a sight to behold if anything, one that the other man did not seemed very interested in. It was this the scary one of the two, cause while the other seemed beggar, this man literally caused the temperature to start descending as his eyes were glued on this place, sightly narrowed as the muscles from his arms tensed. She was there…her very presence shattering for a second his stoic exterior, one that he quickly recovered as one of his hands caressed a beautiful spear that in his hands he held. Despite how cold his hands were, he still could feel her warmth lingering within…as if a part of her very essence remained, from that winged warrior, that angelic and yet frightening lady of the battle, his friend that fell in the hands of the hands of the one who now had shelter within the walls of Greed. For a moment the warmth relaxed him, reminded him of the many battles that together they fought, the many things they did, the many they couldn’t…memories so beautiful that brought the ghost of joy into his eyes that seemed to bear the color of the bark of the trees…until finally they reached that painful one, that end that quickly took care of remind him of his reason to be here

You have fulfilled your word, it amazes me

Told ya Snowwy, I promise and I deliver…so, can I stay to watch?

The cloaked figure seemed to enjoy what would soon take place, yet the one with the white coat remained silent as his eyes raised with a look that made the other chuckle nervously. The one in white, that stood at two proud metres decided not to answer to his request and allow his eyes to give him an answer themselves. They warned him not to push his luck, not to get on the way or treat this lightly for this business were serious for him. And in turn the shorter one decided to be smart and take his proposition away, chuckling to dismiss it as a joke for his own health. Before him stood an Einherjar, once mortal, once dweller of Valhalla who sat at the side of heroes and kings and gained his place to become equals with them by the blade, but it was not this what frightened the traveller but the fact that no matter what he was, one thing was certain, before him stood a warrior, one he did not wanted to mess with

You may leave now, I will have your reward ready when this is over

S-Sure…and hey, if you manage to make a friend in here grumpy, bring them to good ol Venice, I might give them a tour around if you want

The Einherjar was not amused by the other jokes and attempts to get more clients on his business, and he did not hidden his intentions to end his talk soon the moment his hand slowly traveled to the hilt of the blade he had on his back, doing it slowly, as the other started to step back as he laughed a little, being pretty certain that his partner until now would be better off alone, for his own safety of course. So he did not lost a second, afraid it might mean one less second to live, as all he did was direct a thumbs up and a grin at the tall warrior before he jumped down on place and seemed to pass through the solid ground as a ghost, leaving the one in white alone, as he released the blade and turned his gaze towards the structure, still bearing that blank expression on his face. For a moment he took in account what would happened once his journey was over, how he would never enjoy peace of any sort…was it worth it? He his moved up, running along his hand as his thumb ran along the two feathers that were placed an accessory on his hair, one older than the other as he was only meant to have one with him

Valkyrie…cast away by Odin, blessed by Thor…forgiven for your crimes…

For a second the cold seemed to get worst in the area as from this cliff he stared towards the castle that remained far, his eyes carrying a small light in them, a desire for blood, a need for a revenge, to punish those who were guilty one by one, starting by the Valkyrie that made of that place her home. Her hands were stained with blood, and he would not allow that forgiveness was granted to her that easy, not after she took someone precious to him. He didn’t cared who got in the way, who tried to condemn his actions…he would face off against Valhalla itself and destroy it if he had to, if it meant making justice, if it meant punishing her for her actions in the only way he knew. So he stood there, on a hill far from there with a good look of the structure as he gripped the spear tightly as small pale lines appeared on his arm, slowly crawling towards his palm and from there forcing themselves into the spear. The warmth vanished, and the Einherjar looked towards the weapon, for a moment his eyes saddened as before him her face appeared, a mere confident grin that in the past brought up the same on him and that right now only caused something to fall from his face, a tiny drop that crystallized itself before it finally fell to the ground, shattering as he his orbs hardened again

Your judgement has arrived…and you will not be spared from it…no matter the cost or consequence…justice will be made

Nobody would listen, he knew, but this words were not spoken to anyone other than himself, to his inner ghosts, as a way to give him the final push to infuse the weapon, his friend’s weapon with his own icy magics before he tensed his muscles as his body got into position. He wasn’t going to murder her in her sleep for it would not be the same, he would not get an army and pit her against a foe much bigger than hers until she tired out and fell with honor. That mercy was too good for her, no, he would become a thorn in her heart, he would take away her joy and her sense of safety, he would make sure she would have no more place to call home and no person to call family by her side. He would face her then and take her head, and once he did he planned to throw it at Odin’s feet and then claim’s the one from his son, Loki…but that were just plans for the future, mere small ideas, for the moment, he would only make his presence known, remind her that in the eyes of many she was no warrior, no valkyrie, less a murderous animal. So with all his might he threw the spear that moved across the air like if it was an arrow, a spear that moved across the air until it finally reached a window that it shattered into pieces before a moment later it stabbed itself on the floor of a room, the tip of the blade the spear bore in,  digging deep enough into the ground for it to remain standing, as the very floor around it seemed to end up covered with ice that slowly seemed to crawl around, aiming to start covering more and more ground as it seemed unable to contain the power it was infused with. A Valkyrie’s spear that now bore a cold soul…a mere warning shot for the one that lived within that walls

Now…what will you do you animal?…what is your response?

The Einherjar crossed his arms as his eyes remained focused and expectant, as he tried to think of every possible scenario that would take place now. A few more certain than others, but all of them leading to a confrontation that would freeze many people’s blood but not his. He would not pray like others cause to no god he could pray and nor he wanted to, he would not fear for there was no pain left in this world that would hurt him, not even death frightening him anymore. The Einherjar that was baptized Reinier by the Valkyrie that perished in the arms of her sister had a mission, one that one way or the other he would finish, even if meant destroying this Kingdom or Hell itself with his own two hands

 

Matt:

 

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Aria was slightly surprised when she felt herself being dragged away by the hood of her cloak, but she simply giggled, and raised her hands in the air as though she were on a ride. Then she heard her sister introducing them, and she simply waved her hands from the position she was in. This girl was as serious as a fluffy white cloud…. It was hard keeping her under control.

As they entered the library, Aria was released from the dragging, and quickly got to her feet with more of her bubbly giggles. Though as everything was getting all serious with the male in the room Aria felt out of place… So what did she do? What she does best. Ruin the mood.

The girl quickly seemed to vanish for a moment before appearing once again before the male. Her face would only be about an inch from his now, and her grin was as wide as the cat’s. You could tell she was being mischievous at the moment.

“You’re a cutie. Try to go on a few dates with her before you guys get to doing the nasty.” she said before vanishing once more.

A trail of rose petals were left in her wake as she left the library, though it seemed she had grabbed the cat from her sister before leaving. Now she was just skipping through the halls of the kingdom, petting the cat, and humming. That was until she heard the sound of glass breaking. At the noise she stopped, and turned to look in the direction that it had come from. It seemed to be the ballroom.

Aria quickly skipped into the room, and was awwed by what she saw. There was a large spear sticking out of the ground, and the floor was beginning to become covered in ice. Aria quickly giggled some more, and began sliding all across the ground, acting like an ice skater. She was having tons of fun…. Until she noticed that the Jabberwocky had begun to shrunk.

“Aww! No! Whats wrong with the Jabber-baby-Wocky?” she asked.

She seemed to have heard its actual name from within the library, but had changed it to be cutsie, and adorable…. Though how a creature that looked like that could be known as “Cutsie” would be well beyond the comprehension of most normal people.

 

 

Kiri:

 

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Masumi could tell things weren’t going to be exactly simple at the moment from everything that had happened and was happening right now; she didn’t know what she had missed in the past couple of years, but from what she could tell everything wasn’t entirely sound at the correct level. Mariela was apologizing about not having given them a more peaceful and heartwarming welcome, but to that she simply smiled, unaffected by the fact. She seemed amused by the fact on the contrary, but who knew with this one; she was abnormally calm about everything going on as though it was nothing compared to what she had seen in the past. And in a way, it was.

Ayana didn’t give so much an audible reply as she did a murmur only loud enough for Mariela to hear, mumbling about her having gotten lost like an idiot, but at this point it seemed that Ayana too was calm. After having gone on a rampage, you’d think the Valkyrie would still have some sort of psychopathic mentality with her at the moment, but the fact that she was so calm at this moment was strange to Masumi, who was always abnormally calm. As the two stood on the sidelines of the conversation, Aria decided to… well she ruined the mood suffice to say, with Masumi sighing as she slapped her palm across her face. Ayana stifled a giggle when Masumi leaned over and mumbled to her, asking for a favor. It was a quick sign of trust, but it meant something to the Valkyrie, after what happened. Ayana nodded and crackled with electricity for a moment before bolting out the door as Masumi walked to the table; pulling the Book of Shadows to her slowly.

She had heard rumors, of course, but with Mammon being the sexist bastard that he was she was never absolutely sure as to how or whether or not it was even truly here. She was curious, the book able to summon and destroy any demon at all, it was useful, but the previous owners both had died, meaning the power of two princes were engraved in this book if the legends she had heard were true. Perhaps it wasn’t the only book, but Masumi knew it was invaluable to use if they had to defeat some kind of evil locked away inside of hell. The biggest issue was… what and how?

Masumi: “Is there anything we can do with this? Using this, we may have a chance to get into Wonderland and get back with plenty of time to spare. Is there anyone you can actually call for to help us?”

Masumi flipped back to the very beginning of the massive book, flipping through the pages as she analyzed each page with stunning speed, but what she was reading didn’t help them at all, in fact it only set them back more as most of the spells they were dealing with in here were meant for a trio of witches; something about a Power of Three, located on one of the pages. Then Masumi saw the Dominus Trinus, a spell she wasn’t sure of its use, but it intrigued her. Raising a brow at one of the lines, Masumi flipped back to the Power of Three, analyzing it in more detail as she thought silently. If Mariela wanted to know what she was thinking, she’d probably have to ask.

Meanwhile Ayana was arriving in the ballroom after having hunted for Aria for a moment, only to have a crash echo which drew her to it; luckily it had also piqued the interest of Aria herself, but with the roof creaking and groaning, Ayana let out a groan of her own as she dashed in; ignoring the spear and the ice as the used the metal pipes running through the flooring to magnetize and properly keep herself latched correctly to the floor as she dashed for Aria and the Jabberwocky; she would have grasped Aria by the hood as she jerked up the Jabberwocky. With a mad dash, Ayana rushed from the ballroom, and would have stopped at the entrance just far enough out so that the collapse of the place wouldn’t have caught her, Aria or the Jabberwocky. Knowing it would have come in a few seconds by the sound of it.

 

Razor:

 

The Book of Shadows? Of course. Now things were starting to make sense. Marcus uttered a cursed word under his breath, while slamming his fist down on the table. This was why Marguerite was so obsessed with the Greed Kingdom. She didn’t want the crown, she wanted the bloody book. How on earth the book wound up in the library of a Sin Prince was still a mystery, but it did explain why Raul was sent to sniff out Lydia. A foothold into the kingdom so Mother dearest could come and snatch the book right from under Lydia’s nose. Now, his calculating bitch of a Mother had sent Marcus, but the thing was, he didn’t come to the Kingdom to sate his Mother’s wishes – rather to meet the girl that had challenged all the Elders and other rulers in the face of losing her family. Realizing he might have caused concern with his sudden outburst, he smoothed his hand over the wood of the table, before reigning in his temper.

“This is the only book that can defeat evil.” Mariela stated, as she flipped open the book and ran her fingers through the yellow pages. What she didn’t realize was that the book was a weapon and a powerful one in the wrong hands.

”I have a question though. Did you or…Lydia summon any demon from that book?” This question had implications that stretched to the other books in the library. Whether Mariela realized it or not. ”Try to pull something or someone of power using an enchantment…think?” Marcus stared at her with an intensity as he wanted to see if she could remember, considering all the crazy things that were going on right now. In the background, the book of Alice in Wonderland had been showing signs of creatures and writing being erased. One was the Jabberwocky.

“The Jabberwocky is being erased.” she said. “Wouldn’t that mean the Jabberwocky was dying?” The poor witch was asking so many questions and having all these weird things happening all at once. Not to mention the girls that had come into the library. One that had found a strange orange and purple striped cat. The cat didn’t look like an ordinary feline. In fact, it was almost human like, if one could say that. Marcus remembered seeing the massive Jabberwocky when he had arrived and when last he left that part of the castle, the Jabberwocky was in battle with another girl. What was it about this castle and the high number of battle babes? That was going to be a question for later. ”Maybe…you should go see what is happening to it here?” Obvious is as obvious does.

“Where did the cat come from?” Another question. But one of the other battle babes stole the coloured kitty, before making a rather shocking remark or was it a compliment about Marcus and Mariela.

“You’re a cutie. Try to go on a few dates with her before you guys get to doing the nasty.”
”Thank you for the advice, I’ll keep that in mind.” Marcus couldn’t help but smirk at this girl’s boldness, but he only shrugged his shoulders playfully, if Mariela had been offended by it. ”Girls today…I don’t know. What I do after a date has never been considered nasty. Earth trembling…maybe. Orgasmic bliss…possibly, but never nasty.” Marcus beamed at Mariela, before turning his attention to Masumi, who was now intrigued by the Book of Shadows, after losing the strange cat to what was her battle bosom buddy.

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“Is there anything we can do with this? Using this, we may have a chance to get into Wonderland and get back with plenty of time to spare. Is there anyone you can actually call for to help us?”

”Probably the only safe bet would be Lavinia’s apprentice. Esme. She’s not an elder yet, and probably the only one Mariela here didn’t threaten.”

Meanwhile, the cat who was being held by the strange girl with giggles and a grin that matched the cat itself, was doing what it normally does when being held oddly. Its body vanished from view, leaving only the head and the tail which swished about behind it. Seeing the shrunken Jabberwocky, the cat let out a loud laugh.

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”It’s a teeny weenie nasty little dragonie wagonie. Not all hell fire and purple smoke now, are ya?’ The cat’s head then popped and only the grin remained, along with the tail. ”Not all powerful in Hell, I see. Red Queen will be mean, when she finds out!”

 

 

Rise of the Horsemen – 1

We continue with the tales of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse.

 

Elven:

 

A tiny hand laid in his, holding it as they both jumped from tile to tile in the rain on the streets of London.
This little light of mine Inanis sang, not caring about the few people there that glanced at him from under their umbrella’s, he had had one too, but had given it to the little girl beside him. Not that it mattered as she was already wet and the splashing didn’t help anyway. But she liked it, she laughed, and if it ever came to it he’d buy her new clothes anyway.
I’m going to let it shine She sang, jumping into the next puddle, splashing murky water all over his pants. She looked up at him with a devilish grin, and he gave her an overly fake shocked face before grinning back.
Hide it under a bushel? He half sang, half asked, while stepping into the next puddle, though it got more of him filthy than her.
NO! I’m going to let it shine! She got an angry look on her face when she adamantly said no, and he couldn’t help but laugh seeing her so worked up over the song. To put the deed to the words she stomped into the biggest puddle she could find, ruining her dress and shoes completely if they hadn’t been before.
Don’t let Satan put it out! It wasn’t as if he would ever put it out anyway, but she didn’t know that. Little lights weren’t his to put out nor light, instead he took all the little voids that hurt the lights.
I’m going to let it shine! “Satan won’t ever get my little light, it’s mine!” She let go of his hand and stepped in all the puddles she could find, and just at that point he got a phone call. For a little bit he let her avert her rage on the innocent puddle. The voice on the other end of the line was Bisur’s, and how she ever got a phone to work with those doggy paws of hers was a mystery to him. The only way he could think of was if she had a large tablet, but he realised that underestimating her ingenuity had cost many a man’s life. The news was bad though, another set of demons running rampant, this time somewhere in a barn in the middle of Nowhere, Alabama. “Erase their forms, throw the souls back for torture in the lower levels, whoever was their leader; degrade him to the lowest form of demon you can find, a squishy bugling or so. I’ll deal with the consequences later.” For some reason the demons had been particularly finicky lately, and honestly with the quality of souls he was getting keeping them in line was hard enough as it was. He somewhat envied God, having all those nice, clean souls. Perhaps that was what he needed, a really really good, loyal soul. But then again, who’d be loyal to Lucifer, the greatest betrayer ever apparently. Truth was, he had tried to take heaven any way he could, especially just after his fall, but lately he just couldn’t rationalize warring about it anymore. He’d made his own place in the world pretty decently without heaven, and honestly, where would the bad people go if not for Hell?
“Hey, Tiffany, let’s go look for your mommy one more time!” He said somewhat stern to the girl, having her stop jumping around in the puddles. There were too many people, and too few angels… and sometimes that led to lost little lights, who should’ve been guided by a guardian angel. Perhaps of all children she should’ve been the one most deserving of one, but some things took time to get rearranged and corrected. In the meantime, all he could do was take out the voids threatening her. He would get on it that same evening, and it was only by chance he found a lost light, most were never seen again until he saw them back as evil souls. Honestly all he had been planning on was taking her druggie parents, but now things had gotten infinitely more complicated. Lost or not, the rules of his banishment clearly stated that in no way he could influence good souls to become bad, and he tried to uphold that rule the best he could from his end, even if some demons were hard to contain and hold.
He knew where her mommy was… but it was not where she should be. She had dumped her dear little Tiffany in a toy store several hours ago so she could shoot up some heroin in an apartment, and she wouldn’t come to do her motherly duties for a few hours either.

 

Azure:

 

It was finally time for Michael to descend into the human world. The situation had gotten way out of hand and his subordinates weren’t enough. He had to enter the stage. He teleported himself in the area which demons were apparently the most active. As he arrived in the human world, in the split of a second, he could sense everything: the demons, the Horsemen, the humans in dismay, the angels which were starting to lose hope and his fallen brother, Lucifer.

A rather high number of demons was about to wreck havoc in the city where Michael teleported himself. The beasts already had some ‘fun’ and the humans in a certain neighbourhood were cornered. There were mostly elders, women and children. The men either fled and searched for a safe place, leaving their so-called loved ones behind, or they tried to fight the demons and got slaughtered. Only a few meters separated the demons from the defenseless humans, but Michael was not going to let them have their way. The archangel commander appeared in front of the demons, making them stop in their tracks. He was in his human form, wearing his celestial armor and a holy sword behind his back. He looked like he came from the old times and the whole scene seemed surreal.

The demons obviously felt the pressure of his presence, which is why they stopped in the first place. An archangel’s power was not for show, especially in Michael’s case. ”Return to Hell!” he demanded, on a resonating, but at the same time calm, tone. Even if those were demons, he would have rather not killed them. The beasts got angry. ”We don’t take orders from stinking angels!” said one of them. ”Don’t get so cocky just because you’re an archangel! Not even you can defeat all of us on your own!” said another one, and the others snorted in agreement. Michael sighed and pointed towards the sky. The demons looked up and what came from above was the last thing they saw. A gigantic ray of divine light came from the heavens and smited the tens of demons. ”It is quite unfortunate, but not even I am that patient when it comes to demons” he thought to himself.

Michael turned towards the humans and engulfed them in divine light, healing them, curing their diseases and making them calm down a little. A little girl with black, curly hair of medium length and green eyes, who was also holding a teddy bear, ran from her mother’s side and went near Michael. ”Are you God?” she asked, in awe. The archangel laughed and patted her on the head. ”No, but I am His will” he answered, smiling. A few other angels came where Michael was. ”Good timing. Please take these people to a safe place” he said, then he turned towards the humans and told them to listen to the angels.

After everyone was gone, Michael used telepathy to communicate with all the angels on Earth. ”Brothers and sisters, do not fear and do not be enchained by despair. We are all children of God and we are protected by His grace. We shall overcome this ordeal, as we stand for the Light! We will be victorious!” he said.

 

Leggo:

 

I intend to…Brother.”

Death of course showed no emotion, but the chill in the air only increased when Pestilence sasses her as he did. It was originally fated that she would claim the lives of a chosen few, and move on. But now it seemed that her task would be much longer drawn out than it seemed. However, she could forgive the other horsemen, his disease was hard to control and so it was not unforgivable that he would cause more death today than planned, but she would keep watch on her brother closely.

For now, there was work to be done, and even Death knew that this soup would be the hardest to reap…

Taking leave if the waiting room, Death made her way through the corridors of the offices and patients surrounding Doctors and Nurses begging for help, until she came across the room at the end of the long hall, where the mother that had previously been called sat with her child, holding the ill infant daughter in her arms as she cooed softly. The baby however cried nonstop, it’s forehead hot as fire with the fever, and in so much pain from the illness thrust upon it. Death silently watched the mother beg and plead with the child to hush it’s crying, and even she had to turn her eyes away from the scene. Even for her, this was going to be painful, the child could’ve lived a long life, found love and died happily in the end….

But it was not to be.

The silver eyed horsemen steadied herself and stepped forward, stopping just in front of the mother who now held her head in her hand, looking away from the crying baby in frustration and exhaustion, she only wanted her baby to be better. And soon she would be. Death leaned over the child, who still screamed it’s lungs out in sickness and anger, and opened its little eyes to gaze up at the angel of death before her.

It’s okay little one…the Angels will take good care of you.”

She promised, and closed those silver eyes and placed a cold chilling kiss upon the infants head, and the crying and screaming ceased at once. It’s eyes were closed, and it’s skinned grew colder as the moments passed. It wasn’t long before the mother noticed the silence and turned to check the her baby. Death was already out of the door and into the corridor again when she heard the blood curdling scream if agony from the mother, and she closed her eyes with a sigh. It was her job…the baby suffered no more and would be taken care of up above…she was sure of it.

It was then that Death sensed another presence on the Earth…two exactly. One completely divine, and one completely wicked. The two brothers, Michael and Lucifer walked the Earth. It was then, for the first time in a a very long time, that Death cracked a grin. It was time then. The next moment, she vanished from the hospital, her reapers could finish the job. For now, it was time to greet the arch angel.

 

Shadow:

 

Alora’s jaw muscles tightened as she tried to conceal her frustration. She knew she was no match for this being, but she couldn’t just leave him here to ruin whatever he wanted. She glanced down at the dying grass around his feet and stepped back unconsciously. She frowned, angry at herself for being such a coward.
“You know, you could just leave. Everything here is already dying, so why do you have to make it worse? And I’m not afraid of you and your ‘warnings.’ “
She said, feeling the need to let him know that she wasn’t scared. Suddenly she heard Michael’s voice in her head and stood up a little straighter thanks to his rallying words. She spread her wings again and folded her arms across her chest, subtly mimicking the Horseman. “You may be more powerful than me but if you know what is good for you, you will leave at once. There has already been enough death in this place.”

 

Axel:

 

“I do not do this intentionally. It is only how I am, as long as I am around things will either and die. Whether anyone likes it or not.” He stated firmly. Keeping his emotions in check as he stared down the angel. “There is nothing anyone can do to stop me either. I will drain all of life for as long as I am in this world.”
A shiver ran down his spin as he suddenly sensed something far away. One wicked, one divine. His attention broke from the angel to stare off into the distance. “Is it nearing the time already? This is most exciting.” He muttered to himself. “Try as you might to stop this angel, but there is nothing you can do alone. It is best you follow orders like a good little servant of him and hope for whatever outcome you wish to befall humanity.”

 

Diamond:

 

War stopped. He swore someone shouted his name. He wouldn’t normally give a damn, but something about the call, it’s demonic nature, made him feel compelled to stop in his tracks. The voice was one he recognized, but he wasn’t sure why. Was it that of an important demon? It had to be, but which one? It couldn’t be Lucifer… War decided to seek out this powerful voice. The Horseman turned around and began making his way through the now blood soaked streets. He was drawn to this voice.

War picked his way through the chaos as the war he had started in the seedy part of town. War found himself walking down a street directly towards a motel. Outside the motel was a woman, no, not a woman, a demon. A specific demon, one War felt he should know. The name Eve came to mind, but that was wrong. War walked closer. It was clear to him that this demon had power. Another name came to mind:

“Lilith,” said the horseman, still in human form, as he approached the female, “Your name is Lilith.” War looked her up and down. He felt like he was going to feel some sort of wrath for approaching the demoness, “The first wife of Adam. Interesting. As you know, I am War.”

Then it hit War. He was here, no, they were here. “I’m sure you have some thing to say to me, but something important is happening… It appears Michael and Lucifer are out and about,” War looked Lilith directly in the eyes. He held out his hand, “Care to go on a ride with me? Or you could punch me and I can leave. Up to you really.”

 

Eve:

 

“Yes they are here. Who else but those two emanate that ridiculous amount of ying-yang D-day power, yet can cross in one piece into this plan of existence?” Lilith grumbled more of a statement then a question. She hated Micheal and though she had respect for Lucifer his opinion on the equality of the sexes could do with some evening out in her humble opinion. Raising a brow at him she watched as he extended his hand to her and crossed her arms as she glared up at him,

“If punching you is all the revenge I get for you ruining my playground then I suppose there is no point in even wasting my energy on it.” She replied keeping her arms crossed her blood red lips snarling up at him. She hated being told what to do, and even with the options offered she knew she really had no choice as thanks to him all her local food sources were quickly killing each other all around her.

“Keep your horse.” She said with a sigh and snapped out her wings ripping right through the back of her jacket.

“Just lead the way.” She finished her large wings pushing her off the ground and up so she was at least a good four feet above the Horseman.

 

Azure:

 

After giving his motivational speech, Michael started moving around. He was searching for Death. If he wanted to end this madness as soon as possible, he needed to find Death and convince her to cooperate, in one way or another. He didn’t know how, but he had to try. For the sake of humanity, one of God’s dearest creations.

While searching for Death, Michael desintegrated whatever lesser demon he saw or felt close by, using divine light. The Pale Horseman wasn’t the type of entity he could simply detect. If Death didn’t want to be detected, then even Michael would have a hard time.

At a certain point the archangel stopped teleporting, or running. He streightened his back and shouted: ”Death, I wish to speak with you!”. His shout was on a frequency which no mortal could perceive, not even with tools. Michael then stood still and awaited her. Meanwhile, a few demons were lurking around, waiting to take Michael down with a sneak attack. ”Do you demons honestly belive I can’t detect you?” he asked them, calmly. The beasts were surprised. They clearly underestimated the archangel. They were not stupid though. They were around 30, but they knew that they weren’t strong enough to face an archangel in a direct confrontation, so they attempted to flee. ”I stand for the Light!” said Michael, while pointing upwards. Many rays of light came from the sky and smited the demons. Michael continued to wait for Death.

 

Leggo:

 

The best way to call Death is cause death you know.”

If one could ever detect humor in the horseman’s voice, it would’ve been in that moment. With that voice came the usual chill in the air and the appearance of the petite pale woman standing behind the arch angel as he killed the demons before her. Since of course they were creatures Lucifer created and birthed and they come from Hell they did not have souls that she claimed, so simply to appearance of death was enough to cause her appearance…that and she had been searching out Michael for herself. Death stood there in silence after she spoke, silver eyes searching over the angel as she awaited his big speech on how she should spare the human race.

Ha!

It was almost enough to make her grin again. Both Michael and lucifer both would try their damnedest to get her to sway towards their opinions and wishes, but it’d be in vain. However, she’s let the arch angel speak his piece, even Death needed some entertainment now and again.

I don’t have much patience angel. Speak.”

 

Shadow:

 

Well then, maybe you should leave. Go to the desert or something of that nature. I’m sure you would love it there.”
Alora said, beginning to lose her patience. Usually she would be perfectly fine debating all day with someone, but the growing patch of dead grass around the man was making her a bit nervous. She stepped back again but continued her defiant stance. She frowned slightly as she caught the last part of what he mumbled to himself. Anything that excited this dangerous man probably wasn’t going to be good. She tried to keep from replying to his last comment but the words just flew right out.
“I’m not alone and I’m not simply a ‘good little servant following orders.’ And if you think for one moment that you will win, then you are horribly mistaken. We will not stop fighting until the last of us is dead and we have powers you can only dream of. Now, thanks to you, I am feeling angry. So in all honesty, if you want to leave fully intact, you should leave now.”

 

Axel:

 

“I would be purposeless in such a place…And I would prefer to have a reason to live than wander aimlessly and wonder for what reason I existed. It’s more…comforting, Even for a being like me.” He sighed. Turning his gaze back to her.
“And I am sorry if I angered you too much. I did not intend on sounding insulting. It may be surprising to you, but I have yet to choose a side. I am seeing how things play out before I decide. So it is even possible that we may end up allies.” His arms dropped to his sides as she became more threatening. “Go ahead and attack me if you wish. It would only leave us both weakened for a while. I highly doubt you want that.”

 

Scythe:

 

Gabriel sighed as he held the throat of yet another demon, glancing bored at his nails while the vile thing squirmed in his grasp, struggling to escape. “W-who are you?” It hissed. “No human is this strong!” Gabriel finally glanced up from his nails and smiled sweetly at the thing. “Who ever said I was human?” He asked, before swiftly ending the creature’s life. “Bye bye, buddy.”

Gabriel walked away from the lifeless body that dropped to the ground, slumped over. The eyes looked like they’d been burned out and black whisps of smoke rose out the mouth.”Disgusting things. Lucie had always been more classy. Wonder what happened…” Gabriel let his thoughts wander as he walked out the now deserted ally way he’d allowed himself to be backed up into and looked up at the sun, eyes thoughtful. Strange things were going on. He didn’t know what it was, however. He’d been out of the loop in Angelic and Demonic news for centuries. Usually it was a good thing but now, Gabriel felt he really need to know what was happening.

A sudden chill ran up Gabriel’s spine, causing him to shiver. Normally, he’d think none of it but it was a relatively warm day. There wasn’t much wind and the sun was pleasantly warm. He looked around, scanning the people who were around him before finally spotting a very suspicious looking person. From that distance, he could still see her amazingly blue eyes and unnaturally pale skin. Gabriel had his suspicions about who it was but he prayed to his Father that he was wrong. If Death was here, the others wouldn’t be too far behind

 

Razor:

 

You could never say that Pestilence was the sociable type. Sure, he liked to get into a crowd to blend in, simply to be able to spread his deadly diseases with the slightest brush of his hand, or even just by coughing without covering his mouth. A loner by most accounts, who was usually followed up by Death -as his deeds would lead to the need for the blue eyed bitch. Death had a coolness about her, though he found that hidden beneath that pale exterior was someone that did have a little compassion. It made them both like night and day, and while she may not find favor in his activities, she had to admit, it kept her busy.

Having ambled out of the hospital with red shiny marks around his eyes and nose, he found his way over to his beaten up Ford in the parking lot. A real crap piece of automobile history, with its noxious fumes, that filled the air. The interior was like a rubbish dump. Flies and other insects making their homes within discarded meal boxes and cartons that lay strewn in the back and the passenger side. Fumbling for his keys, he unlocked the car door, reefing it open and then sliding in behind the wheel. For a good minute or two, he just sat there as though trying to decide just where to head to next, to continue this terrible spree of spreading sickness. A movie theater perhaps. There was nothing quite like a captive audience. Pestilence started up the engine, that spluttered angrily into life. The tail pipes releasing large black clouds of carbon monoxide – the car had to be a diesel, for it smelt foul. That was part of why the horseman loved it so. It was foul and disgusting and a danger to the environment, like him.

Cruising out of the parking lot, and nearly hitting a poor pregnant lady being pushed in a wheelchair across a zebra crossing, Pestilence turned up the radio and it cranked out a heavy metal hit, as he took to the main road of the city. A bobble head of Lucifer, of all things was bobbing its head in time to the music, which made the ride more enjoyable. Pestilence was never really a fan of Lucifer….or the other winged weirdos. To him, his business was efficient, and in times a good way to lower the world population, which was way too big to the resources of the planet. In his mind, they should celebrate Pestilence, for his deeds. A ticket tape parade possibly. Another chance to spread his spores of death.

Driving down the road, he then spotted Death walking along the side of the footpath. Where was her steed? Pulling over to cruise along where she walked, he sung out.

“Walking the streets, Death? Didn’t I give you enough to do already?” You could see the flies buzzing around Pestilence, and smell the foulness of his car. He really was gross.

Immune – 1

Continuation of the new series, Immune.  

Collaboration with Jsmn.

 

Jsmn:

 

After calling him as if it’s the only name in the world besides hers, finally he appeared in her sight. She was aching, in pain, in fear and the cold. “WHAT?!” he was pissed, anyone would know with his tone but what can she do? She’s freaking scared. “I-I…”
“OH MY GOD!” she slowly looked to where he was looking and as she saw what is lying beneath her, her heart almost skipped a beat. Feeling the sticky blood still warm in her hands. Her hand started trembling… she doesn’t remember anything but she knows in the depths of her consciousness, it’s the first time that she saw a dead body. Hiccups started before her tears fall, “M-M..M.-” she mumbled with partial hiccups and trembling voice. She won’t scream, that won’t do a thing but more danger.

 

 

Razor:

 

Instinct to protect even in the event of being in serious pain moved Michael to try and pull Claire away from the terrible face. As he pulled her back, he could see the slick of fresh blood that was now coating Claire in a sticky mess. This would only add to the horror of the situation. The poor girl may have been brave and ballsy up to this point, but even he was afraid of what they had landed on. “I know…I know. Shhh..shh…come on.” She couldn’t get his name out, just the repeated M’s again. But it was the smattering of tears that showed that this was just too much for her to take in. Perhaps leaving that room wasn’t such a good idea after all.

Michael’s own body was now shaking. Most likely a mix of pain and shock, but he tried his best to soothe the girl’s mind as he continued to drag her to the other wall, as far from the body as he could get her. His right shoulder was now lopsided from his left, and while he wanted nothing more than to bang his shoulder back into place, he instead tried to comfort Claire.

“It’s…just a dead body. Can’t bite you.”

 

 

Jsmn:

 

 

She’s too much in shock, that she doesn’t mind that Michael dragged her out of there. Away from that terror. She braced herself, calming the thumping heart inside her chest but the tears won’t stop. She clenched her fists on her now surely stained with blood light dress. That’s the first time she noticed why she was cold, with this light dress, anyone would freeze in this place.

“It’s…just a dead body. Can’t bite you.” She knew what he meant and knew he was right. She looked at him, sniffing. “I’m cold…” she answered, rubbing her hands together. Now she knows, he’s not a bad guy actually he’s being considerate, even when she’s nothing but rude.

 

 

Razor:

 

The bite had gone out of Claire’s voice. She like he was genuinely scared of the position that they both found themselves in. As reality started to set in, that they were now in a dark hallway with what was a dead body, and no real lighting or sign of anyone else, Michael’s mind started to come to a very dramatic conclusion of where they were and what had happened. Piecing together the fact that they had been in a barricaded room, isolated from the outside – then something had happened to warrant them being put there. Though by whom and why, remained a mystery. Both of them had wounds and injuries that aside from his now dislocated shoulder, could not be explained, or even remembered. All they knew was their own names…their first names. But was that really who they were?

Why was a dead body outside the door to the darkened room? How long had it been there? And most importantly, who locked them away?

Hearing Claire say she was cold, Michael tried to pull her closer to him. Thinking that maybe his own body heat might help warm her just enough to help her, but at the same time, he knew that they couldn’t stay in this place. They needed to get out. They needed a plan.

 

 

Jsmn:

 

 

She flinched a little when Michael held her. Now having him closer, she could smell him. Aside from sweat, there is something more like a medicine. She know somewhere inside her, how medicine and chemical smell like. There is something with their smell, that makes her want to puke. She gently pushed him away “You don’t need to go that far. But thanks anyway…” She wiped the strands of her hair and tears off her face. Now looking at Michael, “Did you fell into something earlier? or knocked over? Like a liquid medicine or something like that?” She asked with inquiring eyes

 

 

Razor:

 

Michael’s attempt to help keep Claire warm only had her react as though he was trying something on. Like…that was the last thing on his mind right now. He rolled his eyes as she pushed herself away from him, and let out a sigh. Still feeling pain in nearly every part of his body. It was his shoulder that was really doing him harm though. Until it was popped back in his socket, he was enduring pain on the scale of 11/10. With her now off him to a degree, Michael pushed himself up awkwardly to standing, and then looked at either wall, to see which looked like it could take the force of his weight, when he tried to slam his shoulder back in. While he was sizing up a run, Claire had to ask something that was so out there, that it had him stop and think for a moment.

“Did you fell into something earlier? or knocked over? Like a liquid medicine or something like that?”

“I ran into the door, holding you. The only thing I can see that I might have rolled in was the blood of the dead guy.” Maybe his sense of smell was a bit out of whack, or he was too busy trying to deal with the pain he was in. Shaking his head, he went back to focusing on the wall. The thought of hitting it in the charge was making him nervous and he couldn’t deal with Claire’s questions on top of everything. With a loud roar, he charged the wall, and you could hear the sickening crunch then pop as his shoulder was slammed back into place. The pain….he couldn’t begin to explain, but there was a sweet relief that his shoulder was back where it should be. Leaning with perspiration running off his forehead, he wheezed as the strike took a lot out of him.

Placing an opened palm on the wall, he pushed himself away from the wall, leaving behind a purplish streak of a hand print. Was this the medicine that she inquired about?

 

 

Jsmn:

 

 

“I ran into the door, holding you. The only thing I can see that I might have rolled in was the blood of the dead guy.”
“No..think care-” before she could finish her sentence, Michael started running like a wild dog, towards what she lately known to be a wall just after the collision. After hearing like a crack sound, she pushed herself up. Running towards him, grabbing his arm (unfortunately the one which was just brought back together) “Are you out of your mind?!” She exclaimed almost biting her tongue. “What are you doing! What if you lost conscious here? That can’t happen..” she stopped before she could say her next words. That she would be scared without his active presence.

 

 

Razor:

 

 

“Are you out of your mind?!”

“ACK! LET GO OF MY ARM!”

Claire had to grab a hold of Michael’s arm, the one that was attached to the shoulder he just rammed back into its socket. His voice was shrill, as he tried to get her to let go. He knew what he was doing, trying to put it back in place, and he thought that her reaction was way over the top. Siting that the last thing she needed was for him to lose consciousness. Michael stared at her, wide eyed. Surely she understood that he couldn’t walk around with his arm hanging by a thread.

“I was fixing myself. This isn’t the first time I’ve popped it.”

A look washed over Michael’s face, as he said something that you would class as a memory. How he knew that, and nothing else made him feel uncomfortable. You could see the confusion in his eyes, as he tried to make sense of it all. Wiping his hand down the side of his shirt, he then looked left and right, trying to determine which way to go. They simply couldn’t stay here. Michael knew that there had to be a way to get out of this strange building and to find help.

 

 

Jsmn:

 

 

“ACK! LET GO OF MY ARM!”
She quickly let go, quite surprised with his reaction. She looked away, when he stared at her. “I was fixing myself. This isn’t the first time I’ve popped it.” She didn’t know, how would she know. He do things just as he wanted to, and there he hurt himself by doing so, and now she’s at fault for actually caring? “You should have asked for my help. I know I can do that…At least the pain won’t be that so painful..” she muttered. When she looked back at him, she saw the purplish stains on his clothes. “Stop…don’t move…”she said with her hand halfway to the slightly scattered stains on his clothes.

 

Razor:

 

Claire probably found Michael’s way of dealing with his own problems a bit much. For example, he tried to help her for the most part from the time that they woke up in the darkened room, but she gave him so much lip that his good intentions were being stomped on. He wasn’t a bad guy, quite the opposite. Just as much in the dark as she was about everything that had happened to them before they woke up. His overreaction to her touching his arm was like a knee jerk reaction, and not meant to upset her. He listened to her apologize, if you could call it that and then she must have seen something that caught her attention. Like a total derailment from the issue with his arm.

Claire moved her hand towards his shirt, and when Michael looked down, he then noticed the purplish stain that was on his shirt. It was the exact place where he wiped his hand. This caused him to raise his hand, and then it became clear that he must have placed his hand in some sort of liquid that was not blood at all. It didn’t smell like blood, or have the same coloring.

“What the hell is this?”

He turned over his wrist to see if it was on the back of his hand as well.

“You know how I thought that this…might be some sort of hospital?” Michael started. “I think it is. Or was.”

Michael then saw a colored number sign on the wall. It was a green three. So this must be the third floor. Michael then put his soiled hand up to Claire’s face.

“What does it smell like to you?”

 

Jsmn:

 

“What the hell is this?”
That’s what she wanted to know too. It obviously doesn’t seem like blood, is it what she smelled before? Medicine? What type of medicine would that be? She thought still looking at the stains.
“You know how I thought that this…might be some sort of hospital?”
“I think it is. Or was.”
Now, with the circumstances maybe he’s right and it’s stupid of her to made fun of his theory before. Still, her attention on the stains on his clothes. Then she snapped, as he put his hand almost inches away from her face.
“What does it smell like to you?”
“God! You don’t really listen! I just told you not to move and you kept on moving…” She exclaimed, now she sounds like a mother who kept on nagging her son about not being obedient. “What do you think of me some animal?” She murmured, almost pouting. “Now, I’ll hold your hand, Okay? Try not to make me kick you if you try that reaction earlier again with me…” She said, “Understood?” she asked.

 

 

Razor:

 

Michael’s face fell when Claire sounded off at him….again. It was just like when they had been in the darkened room at the beginning of this nightmare. By offering up his hand for her to smell, he was doing so to see if she could give him a clue as to what it was he had on it. But she yelled at him, her voice like that of a nagging mother to her son. It really wasn’t very nice. In fact, Michael cringed and his shoulders lowered just a touch. She begged the question that he considered her to be some kind of animal. That was the furthest idea from his mind. “No.” He answered, looking a bit upset that she’d even suggest it. She told him point blank that she was holding his hand from here on out. Michael wasn’t a kid, but he was starting to feel like one. Should he just give in and let her take charge? For now at least, he’d concede defeat.

“Yes Ma’am”

 

Jsmn:

 

She sighed, and gently held his hand. “What if it’s poison? you have too many open wounds…and you just carelessly scattered the liquid on your hand like this” She said carefully leaned her head towards his hand. “I just met you moments ago, but you’re all I have for now, I don’t want you dying stupidly like that” She added, then started sniffing. She stopped for a moment, surprised that she clearly remembers that smell. From before, she’s not sure but knew that scent was familiar and now that she could smell it clearly, she’ knows for sure what that liquid was. “Dermabond.” she said. “It’s dermabond…” she chuckled foolishly being over cautious over nothing serious.

 

Razor:

 

“It’s derma what?”

Michael had no idea what dermabond was. But from the reaction that Claire was experiencing, it wasn’t the dangerous substance that she thought it could have been at first. The young male continued to look puzzled, but he wasn’t about to raise his hand again, since Claire was liable to go off the deep end.

“So I can’t die from it. That’s reassuring, I guess.” Michael was starting to think that the dermabond was the last thing that they really needed to worry about. He exhaled loudly, before looking down at her once again. When she mentioned that while she didn’t know him well, he was really all she had as there was no sign of anything or anyone living in the building they were in.

 

Jsmn:

 

“It’s derma what?”
“So I can’t die from it. That’s reassuring, I guess.”
“Yes you can’t. It’s Dermabond, a kind of wound closing medicine. I think you need to really, scatter that on your arms. I see some wounds there…” She said. “You see…I think I’m starting to regain a bit of my memory. I really know that scent, as in knew it. Maybe I’m a doctor’s daughter or a pharmacist’s? or maybe I was dead sick just before this happened and been in the hospital?…and was left here to die…” she said, embracing the idea that they are in a hospital building. She suddenly started to get a little depressed. She doesn’t know if she likes to even remember what she had forgotten, maybe this thing happening was her way out of her maybe sympathetic life. “Well…at least they left you too with me…I’m not completely alone” she said with a faint smile.

 

 

Razor:

 

“I knew that.” Michael made a face like he was trying to cover up the fact that he didn’t really know what dermabond was. But by the sounds of it, this purplish gunk was actually helpful. Looking at his arms now, he could see that there were cut like abrasions, and he started to slap his wet hand up and down his arm, before smacking his hands together and then rubbing it into the other arm (which was still sore). Claire might have said not to let go of her hand, but considering that he was actually wearing something helpful to him, he might as well put it to good use. As he went about his self medicating, Claire spoke about how she felt that due to knowing the smell and recognizing the ointment then maybe she was getting a little bit of her memory back. But that is the funny thing about memories. Some things like certain smells, or tastes can invoke reactions that may give you only a puzzle piece of the full picture. And when you look at just that one piece out of say…a thousand, you really can’t see what it what it all is.

As much as he didn’t want to burst her bubble, at her thoughts about their current situation, but he was starting to wonder about the whole being left here with a purpose. Like why were they left in a locked room? And how long had they been there? Were they left there to die?

Claire’s only consolation was the fact that she was not alone. The problem was she didn’t know anything about Michael, just as he didn’t even know himself. What was to say he was a good guy? What if…their memories were erased on purpose?

“Instead of guessing who you might be, or why you are here with me; perhaps we should go look and work out exactly where we are first. You may not like what you find.” Michael was trying to be realistic about where they stood.

 

Jsmn:

 

“Instead of guessing who you might be, or why you are here with me; perhaps we should go look and work out exactly where we are first. You may not like what you find.”
She knows that. Guessing won’t help, but it makes her feel less lost and scared trying to figure out…guessing who and what kind of person she is. Even if it would turn out to be wrong, it’s better than nothing. “I know that…” she answered, now feeling like she was being stupid. She worked her way to what she can tell is a window, but tried not to stray away from Michael. She thought for a moment staring, if the windows are painted, or covered somehow. She wiped it with her hand, but she still can’t see anything through the window. “What the-” she muttered and try wiping it again. “Michael come here..” she called him. “It’s the same, it’s dark outside. If it’s night there should be at least a street light out there, but I can’t see a thing.” she added.

 

 

Razor:

 

It was almost like, they would answer each other in defense. Not being totally honest to save face perhaps, or to stop from feeling stupid. They hadn’t really gotten off to the best of starts, and it was plain that some of the behaviors that each exhibited rubbed off on the other. But if they were to find out what happened, and who they really were, then they were going to have to work together, and put all differences aside. Michael was trying to roll his shoulder and get his muscles working properly, as Claire wandered over to what was a window. This was probably the furtherest distance they had been apart so far, and of course what she discovered was that the world beyond the window was pitch black. No house lights, no car lights, no street lights. Ambling over, Michael peered through the window, scrunching up his face as he tried to make out shapes in the dark. It was as though there was a massive power black out. The kind when there is a serious storm, or simple government power shedding. But given the lack of people…or signs of life, Michael was starting to get a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach. Drawing back from the window he said.

“I don’t like the look of this.”

He turned to face her, his face turning pale. “What if….there is no one else out there?”

 

 

Tales from the Crow’s nest.

Tales from the Crow’s Nest – A Pirate’s Story.

~Tick Toc Tick Toc Tick Toc goes the Clock~

It was hard to imagine that the turning of that simple hour glass had caused a major upset that was spreading like tentacles right across the realms. The Witches knew, The Dark One knew. It was like everything was topsy turvy and those that were allies were turning on each other and those that were enemies, were forming new alliances. War, the battle cries were being heard in places that few imagined and there were those that worked the fringes to profit from the dramas unfolding. How funny, that in some Kingdoms, they made love…in others they sought war. Would there ever be peace now?

A rolling fog crossed the lands that reached the outer grounds of Gluttony with the sound of a ship’s bell ringing in the mist. The creaking of well worn wood and the shouts coming from the deck by the hardy crew suggested that something was coming as weird as that sounded. Was it even possible for a ship to sail upon the air’s current? The fluttering of sails and the strange whistle pierced the air, right as a body was flung from one of the windows of the castle Gluttony. It landed with a bump along the blackened grasses and stayed still, while above the sound of chain being released meant that something was coming from above. A massive anchor landed with a terrible thud into the earth as scores of pirates were lowered on ropes to scan the area below. The meanest looking band of men that one could ever lay eyes upon, and one had gone ahead – taking out his time piece and then a compass in the other hand. The compass pointed directly at the girl that had been thrown from the castle.

“Cap’n! She be ‘ere!” He bellowed, looking back as the sound of heavy foot falls suggested a large man was coming. Indeed, it was none other than Captain Moon, and he stared down at the girl with a scowl on his weathered face.

“They be throwin’ away the wenches?” He asked with a curious expression, giving her side a little kick with his boot. The Captain wasn’t much into pleasantries. The Captain shrugged, and then looked up to the castle from which she had been thrown. “Sounds like a real party, lads.” There was no mistaking the sound of a battle royale of sorts going on inside the castle proper. At one point, they heard a woman scream out like a war cry “Hissatsu!”

The crew all looked at each other wondering if they should enter the fray. The first mate scratched his cheek, and then stared down at the girl thoughtfully. There was no real reason that they needed to risk the ship and the crew by entering the fight, but….if they took the girl.

“Cap’n….she’s not just any wench.” The First mate pointed out a symbol on her clothing and the Captain crouched down for a better look. “Hmmmm….interesting. Jarvis, get her back on board. She might be useful after all.’

“Aye..aye, Cap’n.” The first mate whistled for a few of the crew to pick the fallen girl up and carry her back to the lowered ropes, to carry her back on board the floating ship.

Captain Moon stood with his hands on his hips a moment, seeing all the dead guards scattered in the grounds. Normally he did enjoy a good fight, but by the sounds of things it was one that he wasn’t about to put everything on the line for. With a deep chuckled, he turned on his heel and went to rise up to his ship by using the ship’s anchor to lift him back off the ground. With all back on board, the ship disappeared back through the fog that had brought it there in the first place.

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Dark Love Eternal.

A new creative writing collaborative with H8becomesyou.

Dark Love Eternal.

H8:

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Bane, lone vampire, in the big city of New York. She was on the run from the high elders, though she was a fighter. She couldn’t stand up to the elders. And that pissed her off. In the bigger city she would be able to fit in easy. To blend in with the other vampires that lived around here. But she was itching to have some fun. It had been to long since she had any real good fun. With running from the elders. Her body was tense and ready for the blood she craved.

The night was cold, though she couldn’t feel the cold like humans. Times Square was bustling with people. Bane could hear the rush of blood in the humans vains. Her mouth watered, her fangs elongated at the sound, poking her bottom lip. Pulling her hoodie down over her head. Most would think she was some goth chick. With the black leather pants, that gives her body. With the black leather halter top, that exposed her toned tummy, with a black diamond in her belly button. The lip rings helped with the goth opinion. They kept their distance from Bane.

Walking through Times Square, the lights flickered. Advertising all kinds of shows, products and movies. Along the sidewalk, she noticed a sign for a club. A goth club, great music and drinks. Club Night Shade, was where she would go and have her fun. Looking at the address, she pushed her way through the people. She was rather fast for human eyes to see. Most would just feel her push past them. None would see her. And she liked it that way. Her hoodie falling off her head as she made her.

Not taking her as long it would humans, to walk the 2 miles to the club. It was set off by it self. A hole in the wall by the looks of it. Two big, muslced men stood at the entrance to the club. She could feel the music hit her before she even got close to the club. The beat of the music pulsed into her body, it was electric. Her blood hummed with the fun that was about to be had. Walking up to the men, her long red and black hair flowing around her shoulders. Her deadly eyes, set on the men before her. Her voice low and seductive, “Hello boys, enjoying your night?” They looked down at her, they towered over her. That never bothered her at all. They smirked at her. “A tiny goth like you come for some fun in the club?” They shared a chuckle between each other. Bane ran her tongue along her fangs, “You could say so.” She laughed some. Seeing the flash of her fangs, they smiled. “Nice hardware.” The opened the door of her. “Thank you boys.” She walks passed them into the club.

The music was loud and bumping. Looking around the club, dark lights fit the mood. People dancing on the dance floor. So close together no one could get through if they wanted to. The club was bigger then one think, from the outside. Looking to take up about two full plots. There was sets dotted around in the dark shadows. No telling what hide in those corners, more vampires likely. She could feel them in the room, among the humans. The bar off to the right, lined one whole wall. Humans dressed as goth’s, she had to laugh to her self at that.

Down with the sickness was blaring. One of her favorite songs, it fit her so well. She makes her through the people. Slipping off her hoodie, she put it on a chair. Not caring if someone took it, she had others. Her high heels, clicked on the soild black marble floor. This is her kind of club. Passing a human she slipped the smoke from his mouth. His mouth dropped at her, but he was staring at her, he was speechless. Bringing the smoke to her mouth, she winks at him in thanks. As she made her way to the bad, slipping onto a stool, ordering a vodka on the rocks. The bartender slides it down to her. She sips her drink, watching and finding a good human to use to feed.

 

Razor:

 

 

New York – a city that never sleeps. This is true, for most. In fact it is during the night hours that there is the most life…and death. A city to millions that walked the streets blissfully unaware of the dark underbelly that lay beneath their very feet. Or were they walking alongside them? That shadowy figure that is just out of eye shot. You feel like, you are being watched, and then when you go to look there is no body there. Ghouls, and ghosts are all part of children’s stories, right? The dead don’t rise to feed on the living. All Hocus Pocus designed to either frighten us to follow strict moral codes, or…to some to entertain. But not all is teen fiction. As easy as it is for the criminal lords to run establishments to profit on the less fortunate, so to do some of the cities Vampire lords. Night clubs are the kinds of places where the unsuspecting come to drink and dance the night away – unawares that there are those, that don’t want what comes in a bottle, but what happens to be sitting on the bar stool itself. A haunt famous amongst many of those that hunt after dark is none other than Club Night Shade. Where the more eccentric club goers mix with sinners that have murderous intent. Why rob a blood bank, when your next meal is dying to dance with you?

Standing under the light of a flickering adult store shop sign, Reese had been waiting. You could say that he was perusing the night’s fare, and boy was he in for a treat or two. The girls traveled in packs for protection, but it was all too easy to ply them away and corner one indiscreetly – without drawing too much attention to yourself. Through the crowd though there was a figure that moved at a much faster pace than the ordinary club goer, in fact it was this speed that seized Reese’s attention and had him follow her movement up to the bouncers that stood in the entrance. With Reese’s exceptional hearing, he listened in casually to what was said. But the line that truly made him grin maliciously, was that this girl was packing some nice hardware. Pushing himself off the shop window with his boot, he swaggered on after the hooded girl, simply nodding to the two bouncers, who already knew who Reese was. No ID checks for this guy.

The music was pumping hard and already the dance floor was packed with sweat covered bodies. Many would already be fueled by drink, some by more illicit substances. To Reese it was a seething mass of humanity, just waiting to be plucked and enjoyed. Standing at one of the railings, he could survey the crowd at his leisure. Like a hawk, that was spotting the weakest and the easiest mark. It was all part of the hunt. A glint could be seen as his elongated fangs were already protruding, but he then turned his head to see Hoody approach the bar, after having stolen a cigarette right from the lips of some unsuspecting bloke. He turned into a tuna, mouth agape like a dying fish. This girl had style, he had to admit it.

Heading down the stairs, and making his way over to the bar, he nodded to the barman but instead of straddling a stool, he turned to lean his back against the bar and then looked at the girl who had just been served a drink.

Reese smacked his lips, before saying casually. “Bourbon helps with the cravings better. Everyone knows that vodka is for pussies.”

The statuesque vampire, who had his hair kept rather untidily into a ponytail of sorts, then sniffed loudly before he then pointed to what looked to be a drunken accountant, who was taking up space at the end of the bar. He was so out of place in a club like this, but Reese already had worked out the profile and by the size…approximate weight, he was a pretty decent feed. “Bet you wouldn’t even have to compel the sad sack…a kiss from you would probably be the highlight of his year.” Reese found humor in his own words, and shrugged his shoulders. To him, the girl looked half starved. If she needed an easy feed, nothing would beat the bloke Reese pointed out.

“Eat me.” – The Kingdom of Greed : PD

 

 

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You know, normally most people would have given in after being shot with so much electrical energy that they can’t even move, but this one definitely was a firebrand who didn’t know when to stop, someone who Ayana could have a lot of fun with in the long run considering everything that was going on at this point in time. She just kept giggling as he stopped his eye beam and then redirected another one for the chandelier, snapping its chain. As the thing fell, Ayana didn’t make any moves as the thing fell at her, not a one as she didn’t care one bit; the only thing that she did was she actually instead… mumbled under her breath a specific incantation so low that no one would be able to hear her. What she said was: The cunning of Loki hides away my impulses; the strength of Thor shirks my skill; the omnipotence of Odin commands me. By decree of these words, the Seal is Released; the Valkyrie’s Force shall reign. Funniest part about her saying this was, that as she said the last word, the chandelier landed upon her already changing form.

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With a cry, a roar as her raven colored wings unfurled, the Valkyrie caused the chandelier to be shattered into pieces from the sheer force of her power being unleashed all at once. As the Valkyrie was left standing there, she didn’t care that the Jabberwock had decided to buy himself time, she was just waiting for him to do so, just so that she could do as she pleased. As she stood there, her hand cannon began to glow brightly, but this was seemingly natural as it did it the moment that she had revealed her form.

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It was time to show this Jabberwock what true force could do.

Dessy:
Kingdom of Greed – Castle
Mariela had the armor all placed, and she held the helmet in her arm, watching Suda. When she asked if there was “anything else she needed to know about”, she meant about the armor. She did not expect Suda to stop and pull down some levrl. Mariela looked up, seeing a massive stone wall turn around, and Mariela furrowed her brows in confusion. “Guess you should see the lab.” Suda spoke, and Mariela just gave a confused expression.

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“Um… As much as I’d love to, there’s a giant creature in my ballroom right now, and I need to make sure my family are out of harm’s way, sooo…” she spoke… but the dwarf didn’t listen. He started walking towards the lab anyway, leaving Mariela completely confused. “Oh…no rush to go fight the beast, I am sure it will still be there when we are finished…NOW…welcome to Greed central. It is here that we are working on new and wonderful ways to defend the Kingdom.” Suda spoke, and Mariela just looked at him in confusion. “It can wait?!” she spoke. “It can’t wait! There is a beast in the middle of my ballroom!” she spoke. She gave an exasperated sigh, turning to look around her at the army of dwarves. She’s been here since Mammon – how did she not know this was here?

She followed him to another dwarf – known as Rupert – but literally the entire time she was antsy and anxious to get back up there. She didn’t know how well the girl was holding up, plus her brothers and Tessa were still there, as well as Scar. They needed to hurry up so she could leave. Suda introduced her to his son, and Mariela bowed her head. “Nice to meet you.” she said, but her voice was rushed and hurried. She giggled a bit when Suda lectured his son, before he bowed and Mariela gave him a smile.

“Ah yes…the legendary Princess of Greed. You’re the one that turned Lydia into slime. Nice work. I hate to say it, but…you don’t exactly look the evil ruler type to me.”

Mariela couldn’t help but let out a little laugh. “I’m not the evil ruler type.” she said with a shake of her head. “Women do like to be told nice things… but, there’s a way you phrase it.” she then said. When Suda asked to demonstrate the gauntlet, Mariela shook her head. “Look… as much as I’d like to see it, I really need to get up there.” she said, looking up as a piece of the ceiling dropped down, and then giving a worried expression.
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Rupert began explaining the gauntlet anyways, and Mariela gave an annoyed groan. She listened to the explanation, raising an eyebrow at the claws, and then her eyes widening when the net of plasma was thrown, giving an apoligetic smile to the dwarf on the wall. He then demonstrated the invisibility, and Marie raised an eyebrow. “That’s all really cool and everything…” Mariela spoke, looking back up at the roaring. “But as much as I’d like to sit here and learn more… Ireally need to go.” she said, beginning to walk away backwards. “No questions. Um… come see me whenever it’s finished, and I’ll come back when I have time to know more and get to know you all. Okay?” she said, giving a warm smile before placing the helmet on her head.

She then ran out, picking up the sword in one hand and the tablet in the other. She immediately raced out of the armory, heading back up the stairs, just in time to hear the cry from what she guessed was the other girl. “That… didn’t sound good…” she said, racing down the hallway and into the ballroom.

Razorbackwriter:

Kingdom of Greed – Castle

Like a vacuum cleaner seller having the door slammed in his face, Rupert’s face fell after giving a stellar performance at trying to show off the wonders and attributes of the magical gauntlet. He had described its properties, and the many magnificent things it could do, but then part of the ceiling happened to collapse, enough to remind the Princess that upstairs a girl was fighting for her life against the majesty of the Jabberwocky. The Red Queen’s favorite pet. Seeing her walking backwards, the disappointed dwarf took the gauntlet off and shrugged his shoulders. No sale today. Suda simply shook his head, before waddling over to give his son a pat on the arm.

“There there….why don’t we go test out the new catapult? I’ll even let you throw Wilson over the castle wall.” Suda and Rupert chuckled together, while Wilson’s muffled cries were heard in the background. “You drive a hard bargain, Father.”

With the Princess fleeing from the blacksmith shop, wearing her armor and carrying the sword of souls, she looked ready to take on anything…anything at all. And…there was someone watching.

Having lost out to the White rabbit, the Cheshire cat’s red eyes were the only things visible, as it chuckled darkly to itself. Oh, she must be heading for the little fight in the ballroom. Stealth, was something the cat was good at, along with being able to blend into any scene, be it a hedge, a tree or a stone wall.

As Mariela was about to slide into the now partially destroyed ballroom, a massive cat’s head appeared in her way.

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“Aren’t you fancy, little Princess. Don’t you know, you’re late for the ball.” Wickedly, the cat grinned, showing off all its razor sharp teeth. The cat’s face got closer and then it opened its mouth, to show of all things….a clock.

‘Tick tick tick tick tick…..”

“Tock!”

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In behind the Princess, a dark shadow appeared and it threw something into the mouth of the Cheshire cat. The cat’s mouth closed and it started to splutter and cough, before the head started to shrink away. In fact, the whole cat appeared, and it was getting smaller and smaller. So small, it became the size of a domestic cat.

“Meow!” *Screeech*…..the cat ran away, disappearance around a corner, and if Mariela looked behind her, she would see a tall….good looking dark haired man standing in behind her.

“Hurry! She needs you.” The man said, urging her to go on. He didn’t reveal himself, since time was of the essence. Even Marcus knew that.

In the ballroom, the little lightning girl was being a real pain in the ass. The chandelier had broken its chain, and its landing was meant to disable the girl, but alas all it did was unleash a locked power. It gave her the very reason to bring out her true self, something that for a split second, even the Jabberwocky took notice of. Struggling against the warp of lightning energy that had it bound, the chest of the Jabberwocky grew larger and larger, as it writhed to give one last bout of strength to overcome its many injuries. The beast would not give up….it couldn’t

“The mirror is gone…little sprite.” The jabberwocky felt its only way out now destroyed. “If I cannot return…then you will join me in HELL!” The mighty tail of the jabberwocky had not been caught up in the girl’s power, and it reared up behind the beast. A ball like club at the end of the tail produced large spikes, with spear like tips. Like a cat, the tail stiffened, and then the jabberwocky lowered its head, to unleash a series of spikes like rapid firing darts, that headed toward the girl, who had her arm cannon at the ready.

Little did anyone realize that in behind the jabberwocky, where the mirror had stood, was now a table…that contained a table of….cookies. Each cookie had words written on them.

“Eat me”

~RB~
Matt:
It had been ages since Aria, or her sister had been back to their home in Greed. About two years to be exact. However they had finished the job that the great Lord Mammon had sent them on, and now they were returning. On the way in though there was a grand shop along the road. It had a giant wooden cookie sitting above the door, and as Aria looked upon it a giant glimmer shone in her eyes, and a grin spread upon her lips. Before her sister could stop what was about to go down, Aria vanished into the cookie shop.

There was a giant ruckus in the shop before Aria burst out the doors once more, running at high speeds away from the shop. In her arms she carried bags and bags of varying cookies. As she ran she was actually leaving a trail of the treats behind her. From the shop the owner burst out, yelling at her to bring back the merchandise. Yes. The young girl had stolen over a hundred dollars in cookies.

Once they were far enough away Aria slowed down once more, and began walking normally, munching on a cookie. She seemed rather like a child as she munched the treat. One would not believe that she was the older of the two twins.

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Not too long after that, the castle of greed came into view.

“Yay! Almost home!” Aria yelled, dropping a couple of her cookies in excitement.

That was when a terrible roar ripped through the air. It was coming from the castle, and didn’t seem friendly.

“”Uh oh. I hope Mammon is ok.” she said, and then she vanished, a trail of roses following the path she had taken.

She was now standing directly in front of the ballroom door from the outside. She noticed the windows were smashed, and there were sounds of fighting coming from the inside. However her hands were full of the “Borrowed” cookies. She sat there, and thought for a moment, and then she seemed to decide on something. In the next moment her black booted foot was raised up, and slammed against the fragile doors of the ballroom. They were broken from the hinges, and fell to the ground with a crash.

Aria walked in through the doors, her eyes closed, and a smile on her face. This was her first mistake after being back. As soon as she was in the door way a giant tail came crashing down on her large pile of cookies, effectively crushing them to a non-edible level. It took the girl a moment to realize what had just happened to her, and as she looked upon the remains of the cookies a dark shadow fell across her face.

For a moment she stood there frozen, as though she had just lost a dear friend. This giant dragon-like creature had just crushed her cookies…… This was….. Unforgivable…… With a sudden explosion of force a pitch black aura surrounded the poor girl. The force of the sudden energy forced the ground under her to rupture, and sent her cloak billowing around her. Her hood had even flipped onto her head, casting more shadows upon her face.

This was a completely different girl from before, and it was clear, even if you did not know her well. With a snap of the wrist a large log of something red was in her hand. Though it did not stay like this long. The thing quickly shifted, and transformed into a giant scythe with crimson running all across it.

“I’ll…. I’ll never forgive you….. Let….. Let me…. Dissect…. you!!!!” her voice was quiet at first, but it quickly rose to a blood thirsty, and devilish roar.

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Her body crouched low as her eyes showed from the shadows under her hood. They were not the same as before now though. Her iris’ were tiny, and each was filled with the veins of rage. Her body was pumping blood all across her being. Now though came the delayed reaction of her dark aura. Those affected by it would start to see a world coated in blood. Everything would be dripping with it, even their bodies would be covered in the life-blood of all things. It was not a simple illusion. Aria’s dark aura was so powerful that it transferred her view of the world onto those around her.

That’s right. This is how she sees the world. Covered in blood, and dead. As the girl’s body lowered she laid the pole of the scythe across her shoulders, the blade aimed at the ground. The creature seemed to be suffering from some paralysis, though it was still moving some. With her highest possible speed Aria dashed under the chin of the creature, and spun, aiming the back of the scythe for the bottom of the jaw.

If this move were to connect it would have enough of the girl’s deranged force behind it to send the beast’s head into the ceiling. Following up with this move, the girl slammed a mag of her high velocity rounds into the slot in the scythe. These rounds were powerful enough to propel the girl as she rode the scythe, and so imagine the damage, or at least pain they could inflict upon this monstrosity, and cookie- killer. From her position under the monster she placed the end of the scythe on the ground to give it a stable setting, and began to fire off the rounds at the Jabberwocky’s under chin.

As fast as she could she would pull the trigger, and cock again, repeating the process until the mag was empty. This did not stop her though. She would load a second mag in, and continue the process until this mag was empty as well. She finished with a third mag, not wanting to let up on the assault of the beast. She would avenge her cookies if it was the last thing she would do. This entire assault was being played to the music of Aria’s blood curdling screams, and demented aura.

RPC – Trisha Livingstone – The Masquerade.

Real Name : Trisha Livingstone

Gender : Female

Age : 18

Date of Birth : October 12th

Height : 5’8″

Mask Name : Rabbit

Appearance :

Personality : Not every girl wants to be the Prom Queen. Certainly not, Trisha. Bad mouth, Bad Attitude, she doesn’t suffer fools, or plays by society rules. A trouble maker from the early years, there isn’t nothing that she hasn’t tried. Cheated, stolen and lied. As well intentioned as her Aunts had been, there was no way they could keep her under control – save for locking her in the attic. Which she would probably enjoy. After all, that is where all the families historical pieces are kept. Steel grey eyes judge all that she sees, and if she doesn’t like you, don’t expect to be stabbed in the back. She’ll just slam that knife into your chest.

Lost Parents : Trisha’s mother died giving birth to her. Her father’s whereabouts and identity are unknown.

Hobbies : Drawing, with the desire to be a tattoo artist. Going to live concerts, and cruising with a close circle of friends that share her passions.

Skills : Burping the alphabet and piercing ears with a needle.

Lost in Wonderland : PD

Once they followed the White rabbit through the door, they fell down the Rabbit hole that led them directly into the World of Children’s imagination – Wonderland.

 

Lost in Wonderland.
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The mad world of Wonderland. Access can be gained through the mirror in the Greed Kingdom’s ball room or the Rabbit Hole.

Razorbackwriter:

Wonderland

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No sooner had the door slammed shut, that the white rabbit disappeared from view. The floor was like that of a chess board, that started to spiral downwards like a huge slippery slope at a carnival. With a loud whoosh and a scream, the first to fall was Alice, who was followed quickly by Scar and of course, Mariela’s family : Tessa, Sam and Sean. Around and around, down and down they went in what was the longest slippery slip in history. As they passed, there was blackness, which suddenly flashed pictures of memories of their past. For each they would see a different thing. For Scar…he only saw himself as what he was in Wonderland – the Mad hatter. The white rabbit had tricked them, and now they were falling down a virtual rabbit hole into the other world. One would think the mirror was the only way, but the rabbit, whoever it really was had created another hole in time and space. How had he done this? Easy….the time piece – the same one that had been spun when the Prince of Gluttony took the right hand of doom. The domino effect had now come to Greed of all places. The one place that had suffered so much already.

Their screams soon died down as the spiral ride was taking so long. In fact it was easy to forget that they were sliding to what might well be their doom.

“Not again…not again.” Scar kept repeating, while Alice was giggling. She always chose the wrong moments to have a giggle fit. “Hope there is a cushion pile at the bottom!” she sung out to the others.

Faster and faster they went, till finally there was a bright light coming from below. The end was in sight. And then like out of some prize shoot, they all were spat, landing on a large grassy knoll. Alice landed first, with Scar landing on top of her. Tessa, Sam and Sean would come out last. Like being projected from some sort of canon. On looking at what they came out of, it would appear to be a large tree with a trap door, that shut and sealed up the moment that they had all landed.

All around them was a massive garden. Tall grasses that towered over them, and flowers as big as dragons. Behind them were ginormous mushrooms. A gate that was on a path nearby, suddenly started to open. The gate was made from gold, and glistened in the light. Scar’s face fell as soon as he saw it. Rummaging around, he then looked for his hat. It wasn’t on the ground and it certainly was not on his head.

“My hat?!!” He screamed, looking at the other four in fright. Scar gripped his hair and started tearing at it. “I’ve lost my hat….My hat….Oh no. Oh..no.”

“It could be worse, Hatter.” Alice pipped up, getting off the ground and smoothing out her dress.

“How?’ Scar was now getting angry.

“You haven’t lost your mind yet.”

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Dessy:
Why were they following a rabbit? Tessa had no clue, but she really didn’t have time to speak on it because Scar grabbed her hand, and she had to quickly link arms with the brothers. They were sliding down a slope, that seemed like a slide. As they slid down, memories passed around. For Tessa, she saw memories of when her and Marie were young – little kids. For the brothers, they saw memories of their family – and the memory of the day they lost their sister, when she burned with their house.

What first started as screaming, had eventually stopped because of how long this damn thing was. Scar was repeating “not again”, and Alice was laughing. Seeing there was light, Tessa sighed with relief as it seemed to be the end. After Alice and Scar fell, Tessa fell first – then the brothers fell on top of her. Tessa groaned and shoved them both off, before standing up and dusting herself off. She looked around, seeing a large tree and then a door… that closed. Well. Looks like they couldn’t head back that way.

Tessa turned when Scar started freaking out about his hat. “What’s so important about the hat?” she spoke, but she turned to look at Alice as Alice spoke. What did she mean that Scar hasn’t lost his mind? Wait a minute… This all sounded way too familiar. “Wonderland?” she then asked. “Why did we go to Wonderland, of all places?” she added, looking around her. “Wonderland?” Sam questioned. “You mean like… Alice in Wonderland? As in the book?” Sam spoke again.”Woah, wait. That can’t be possible. Alice in Wonderland is just a book. It can’t be real.” Sean spoke.

“Well… My best friend is a witch, and her brothers are witches, and we were just in Hell, which is also in a book, that said best friend got sent to and is now ruler to Greed…” Tessa began listing, moving her hands as she spoke. “I think at this point anything is possible, and as we can see, Wonderland is apparently not just a book but also another reality in Hell.”Tessa continued talking. “… Or something.” she continued. “Well… It’s okay. Marie will get us out of here. We know that.”Sam said. “Sure…” Sean started. “But she has to figure out a way to Wonderland first…”

 Razorbackwriter:
Wonderland

“What’s so important about the hat?” It was a simple question that Tessa made. Surely she remembered the hat’s significance. It was how he had found the trio in the first place, after being sent into his hat by Raul when in the maze. Mariela used the same hat to bring him back, but the question was…did he lose it before or after he went through the door? He simply could not remember. Running up to the large oak tree that they had been spat out of, the alp kept pressing at it, hoping that the trunk would open the trap door. Feeling and panting hard as he looked completely panicked. They had slid so far and for so long, that maybe the hat would be the last to emerge. With the tree having turned into just a normal tree however, it was now impossible to tell.

“My magic….that hat. That hat….is my magic.” Words coming out backwards then forwards. Was the madness starting to already take hold. Scar certainly didn’t talk like this in Hell…not the Scar they knew. Still patting the tree frantically, and then listening with his ear to the trunk before knocking again, a tiny window opened in the tree and a squirrel wearing a night cap tossed out a chest nut at the head of the hatter, before chittering angrily in his own little language, before shaking a curled fist. Scar must have woken him up. The nut donked the alp’s head and bounced off, as the alp glanced up to see the creature, who blew a raspberry before slamming his window and going back to his little bed.

“Even the squirrels are against me.” Scar muttered, before he turned back to the trio who were now asking each other about Wonderland. Sam and Sean were both debating on it being real, and Tessa began listing all the crazy things that were real in their life, drawing the conclusion that anything was now possible. Her strong belief that Mariela would figure it all out in time being their only real hope.

“But she has to figure out a way to Wonderland first…”

Scar then blurted….“The mirror!” His eyes flashed so you could see the whites as he took off, but calling over his shoulder for the others to follow. “I know where it is!” Scar as Hatter knew where the mirror was….or at least he thought he did.

If the others followed, they would be lead through the giant garden of flowers, that all bent their head and stared down to watch the tiny group make its way down a golden path…a little road made from…yellow bricks?

There was one however that didn’t follow. The girl in the blue smocked dress stood there with a wide grin, before turning tail and skipping in the opposite direction, whistling as she went. The rabbit had skedaddled, and now it seemed that Alice was doing the same thing. The big question was….why?

Reaching the clearing that was at the center of the start of what looked to be a maze very similar to that of the Maze of Greed, Scar screeched to a sudden stop, with the boys and Tessa coming right behind him. The frame from the mirror still stood…..but the glass was missing.

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“No….no no no no….NOOOOOOO!” He screamed, tugging at his hair and running around to the back of what was the mirror frame and putting his hand right through it, as it came out the other side. No hat….no mirror….no way back. It was then he peered past the others and noticed Alice was missing.

“Where’s Alice? ALICE! Alice you bitch!” Scar was looking all around, trying to see where the girl had gone too. In his haste to find the mirror, or what was left of it he forgot all about the girl. “You stupid HOE!” There was clearly no love lost between Alice and the alp now. The penny was starting to drop for the Alp. No hat….no mirror. Something must have happened in that ballroom. There was no Jabberwrocky….no rush of card soldiers. The most frightening scenario was starting to play out in the alp’s head.

Suddenly the sound of horses hooves was heard, coming down the yellow brick path and when the Alp turned he saw what was a White knight on a white horse. He was huge, much bigger than the Alp and his friends. Rearing up as he reached the area, the White knight lifted his helm to reveal his face……a very familiar face to those that knew….

“You finally returned, eh, Hatter?”

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“The White Queen wants a word.”

~RB~

RPC – Jason Marsh : Camp Haven.

Roleplay Character sheet – Casual

Name: Jason Marsh
Age : 26
Height : 6’2
Weight : 179
Eye color : Blue
Hair style : Brown hair (windswept and interesting)
Position at Camp : Pavilion Medical Personnel – Doctor. : Ph. Ds in genetics, biophysics, and psychology
Clothing : Dresses casually when not in surgery. Jeans and a cotton shirt, brown leather jacket. Boots suited to the terrain of the camp grounds. In surgery – blue scrubs.
Gifts : Telekinetic.
Backstory to be explained throughout the RP.

Bringing back the Bitch – PD

What could the strange man in the hat want inside the burnt remains of the old house you might ask?  Let’s find out.  

 

The World inside Scar’s hat 

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Bringing back the Bitch

Part Two

It was true…the spirits didn’t lie. This house, this place that reeked of death was special in more ways than one. According to the police reports that the man in the hat had so ruthless acquired, this marked the spot where Mariela perished in the flames. Ah yes…that family. How long the man in the hat had kept watch over them, taking over from his father…and his father before that. Hatred never truly dies. It is possible to be bred into each family member, following on throughout the centuries from that initial moment where a high ranking member of Mariela’s ancestry had made a terrible mistake and lashed out in fury – the consequences of this were to see generations of her family persecuted. With Mariela’s death however, you would think that would have been the end of it. How wrong they were.

Witches were hated. That was a fact that was undeniable, but if you were clever enough to manipulate humans into believing that you were on their side – well, that just made setting up others all the easier. Take for example a man that went to such lengths to put a plan into place, and all to do with a future event that he foresaw. it was all about…opportunities. Impregnating a woman that would go on to have a daughter…a girl, who would end up being friends with the girl who would die only to rise and become one of the greatest rulers of Hell. Keeping his distance, watching from the shadows was something of a bitter sweet joy. But he was more than just a shadow….so much more.

Now the girl had gone, and after tracing her movements in her final hours and tapping her phone, she was to meet with the brothers of the target. After that…she vanished…along with them. There was a link…there had to be. The man in the hat held the picture of the beautiful Tessa in his hand and quietly folded it and placed it into his pocket neatly for safe keeping. Smacking his lips and then with a somewhat somber expression, he turned around to the bodies of the two dead police officers. Killing them had been intentional. His purpose was about to become exposed.

Taking out that same piece of chalk that he had used in the hallway, he began to draw a pentagram upon the floor of the burnt out basement. The eerie scratch of the chalk along the concrete was the only sound – coupled of course with his heavy breaths. He did not utter a word till the pentagram was complete. When he finished, he reached into another pocket and placed down items at each point. These were ordinary pieces – a bracelet, a lock of hair, a small doll, a note and a raven’s feather. When each was in place, he went to the Sheriff and dragged his body across the floor till it reached the edge of the pentagram. Taking out a blade, he cut the man’s throat – spilling his blood into the chalk drawn symbol. The second man; the deputy, the man in the hat did the same but at the opposite end. Taking out five black candles, he put them at each point.

As the blood of the two men reached the center of the symbol – drawn together by a strange force, the man in the hat took out a small yellowed parchment that had been torn out of a book….a very old book.

Closing his eyes, he began to chant. His voice shallow and quiet at first, only building as he started to breathe life into his summons.

Attenrobendum eos,
ad ligandum eos,
potiter eos,
coram me.

All the candles burst into flame, with the room filling with a chilling wind, as though a dark crypt was being opened. One that never ever should be.

The blooded pool glimmered and then started to rise as it began to take the form of a woman…a woman who herself had been murdered by the young witch. The most shocking thing was….that she was once a Princess of Ambition…A Princess of Greed. Taken down by the same girl, who had died in this very spot. Bringing back the only bitch who could truly direct the man in the hat to his ultimate goal.

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Fleshing out into her original form, she turned around to stare at the man in the hat warily.

“Who are you?”

Lydia glared at him, before looking down at herself and then smiling to see that she was not disfigured or aged in anyways. The man in the hat then removed his hat and bowed before the former Princess of Greed.

“Your new partner. We have…. interests in the same….girl.” He extended his hand to her with a wry smirk. “I’m someone that hates Mariela more than you ever could.”

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