Of Men and Titans II (IC)

[Islamic Republic e Jariri]

Death

The immortal's fate is at last in my hands, Clement.
She raised up a straw doll with a ribbon attached to its neck.
Are you to sever the seal of his immortality, nothing will be achieved unless I untie this Horcrux which contains a fragment of your soul I reaped from the beast when you jumped into the Nether. You may remove your soul fragment from him if you wish, but he will continue to be tied to the parchment until I or the fates decide otherwise.

A faint, near monotone smile formed on her face.

Damien

Damien regained consciousness and coughed out water.
He saw Demian regain human form and was laying helplessly on the ground, still unconscious.
Damien backed away from him, too scared to kill him.
He felt his sword still hidden away under his soaked overcoat.
He clutched it in panic and threw it into the river.
'Never..' he gasped.
His clone stood up, reverted back to child form.
'I don't need my pure form to demonstrate my superiority to you!'
He dashed towards Damien at a demonic speed and punched him before he even realized it.
Damien fell through a concrete wall and lost consciousness again.

He lay on the ground, having lost the will to fight.
Demian jumped after him and smashed his head into the pavement.
Damien's fractured skull quickly healed and he immediately blocked a proceeding punch with his hand.
The clone lifted up Damien and threw him against a brick wall.
Damien then grabbed the boy by the collar and delivered a right hook to his neck.
They both fell on the ground and started wrestling each other.
Demian picked up a rock and smashed it against Damien's head.
Damien pushed his foot against the clone's face, throwing him back.
The clone smiled in a sinister expression: 'Huh, unlimited lifeforce, that ought to do..'
'..what?' said Damien before he instantly understood. A thick black tendril sprung out of the clones chest and attached itself to Damien's.
Damien clutched it and tried to pull it off but it was no use.
'I might not have enough power to reabsorb the Philosophers Stone, BUT STILL ENOUGH TO PROVE MY SUPERIORITY!'
A burst of light blue energy was suddenly extracted out of Damien and continuously kept flowing into the clone.
'AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!'
'My main source of food, brother, the life force of others, and you being an immortal HAVE ALL THE LIFEFORCE I'LL NEED!' The black tendril withdrew from Damien's chest and reverted back inside Demian.
He was surrounded by an aura of sky blue energy, his eyes looked intoxicated of the life force he had just absorbed.
Suddenly it was as if he teleported, disappearing from his current place then suddenly appearing in front of Damien, before delivered a powered punch to his face.
It threw Damien through some wooden crates. He got up, surprised at what just happened.
Was that..flash stepping..?
Demian flash stepped towards him again and this time delivered multiple blows from all directions.
Dammit! He's too fast!
His right arm and left leg suddenly flew off.
'AAAAAAAAHHH!'
Upon reattaching the were promptly cut off again.
Too fast... can't react in time..wait..thats it...Time!
The Man in the Tree told me about time..how it was relative to your perception..how some could 'bend' their perception..how the shinobi had mastered the technique...

Demian flash stepped towards him again, intent on taking his head this time.

Bend...

........................
He felt different, as if his consciousness had drifted to another plane. Demian was still dashing towards him, albeit much slower. In fact, time itself looked slowed down, and Damien felt uneasy. Demian continued to dash towards him and so he had to act fast..he could only hold this perception for a few seconds at a time.
He quickly moved aside from Demain's point of reach, causing Demian to suddenly hit a concrete instead of him.
His perception returned to normal...

Demian appeared out of the rubble, looking annoyed.
'Big deal, so you trained with the shinobi to tune up your senses. It may allow you to dodge my flash steps but with that frail body of yours its purely defensive. And just how long can you keep up?'

Dammit, I can't even remember why I threw my sword away...
Damien raised his revolver and pointed it at Demian.
'Don't make me laugh' said Demian. 'I may not be immortal but a head shot won't be enough to-'
BANG! BANG! BANG!
'Arrogance is more kind of my thing' said Damien as he repeatedly shot Demian in the head.
Several black tendrils popped out of the shadows and zoomed towards him, intent on absorbing his life force.
Keeping his senses acute he narrowly dodged them and jumped back.
'Good luck regenerating without any life force to feed you.'
'MOTHER!' the tendrils dashed towards Salvia, intent on absorbing her.
The Hora who wants to eat my soul... thought Damien.

BANG! BANG!
The tendrils stopped in mid air. Damien approached Demian. 'So much for superiority' he said in a sarcastic tone as he pointed the gun at the clone's head.
CLICK!
Dammit...
Demian snickered. 'The stone has corrupted you' he said with blood flowing out of his mouth.
Damien's eyes had turned scarlet red and he formed a poker face expression. He grabbed the handle of his revolver and pulled it off to reveal a long sharp blade.
'GGGHHHAAA!'
Demian was impaled through his throat.
'Die you homonculus impostor'.

So, the boy does care, you on the other hand, she glared at Death, again she glowed brightly, monotoned are corrupt, and needs to be purified. she darkened agian, or I should more likely say, you have trapped me, for if he is not unbound by the parchment I am not unbound. She grew even darker, her eyes becoming as embers, her voice emotionally course, You have given nether of us release, she calmed, and spoke; "That is you purpose, to give rest, release. I ask again," she extended her hand, "let me reap the soul, so that you may guide him to the afterlife, where he wholesomely belongs."

Death was not afraid, she stared at the Hora, maintaining her monotone expression.
She unsheathed her scythe.
''Contrary to what you may believe what awaits his spirit in the afterlife is neither Heaven nor Nether. I have watched this immortal for centuries, curious to observe his actions in life. But it is not his time, nay he has no designated time, a curse. With this horcrux I can now determine when to reap his soul whenever I feel his time has come.''
She promptly vanished into thin air.
Damien started at the Hora with cautious eyes. ''You won't eat my soul!'' he shouted before dashing away towards the street.

Whiteplain Apartments
RING! RING! RING! RING!
'Hello?'
'Dr Mosley?'
'Speaking.'
'The clone sir..Subject 78, he's dead.'
'I see. Excellent, just as planned. Proceed accordingly.'
'Yes sir.'

Damien
Damien ran as fast as his 10 year old legs could carry him, hardly having the time to gasp for breath.
'Damien' said a intangible voice.
'Who's there?' said Damien in a darkened tone.
A red eyed figure in a large shadowy overcoat leaped out in front of him from the shadows and lunged at him.
'Hey!' shouted Damien before a set of wings tore out of the overcoat, one black, one white. The figure placed his right index finger on Damien's forehead, a sedation spell.
Tiste Hybrida.... thought Damien as he slowly lost consciousness and fell asleep.
''That was too easy'' said the Hybrida. He lifted Damien and put him over his shoulders.
'You're light as a feather.'
They teleported.

Damien began to regain his vision. He was in a dark, makeshift clinic.
''Where...am I?''
He was strapped on what appeared to be an electric chair, with the helmet attached to his head.
''Nice to see you're awake,'' said a strangely familiar voice.
It can't be..



''Damien, yes I believe you still go by 'Damien', am I correct?'
''Mosley..I thought I killed you..''
''If your talking about my career then yes, you killed me there. Your escape was my greatest humiliation, I was demoted from the Order because of what you did. The organisation I had given my entire life to! But if you're talking about my biologically defined life, then you thought wrong, the science of tomorrow that I pioneered produced a very useful serum that saved my life. It couldn't have been produced without you.''
He raised up a small glass vial containing a scarlet red liquid.
''This miracle drug is the closest humanity has come to immortality, as long as your not fully dead it can heal almost any illness and physical injury possible. I managed to have this engineered after three years of understanding and analyzing your DNA samples we collected from you via multiple swab tests since your immortality made it difficult to obtain a direct blood sample. But nevertheless my endeavors were successful. Unfortunately the resistance toppled the Order before this drug could go into mass production. Just imagine it, the immortal human race living under the perfect world the Order implemented.''
''I think you've got a Napoleon Complex,' said Damien in a semi sarcastic tone.
Mosley slapped him.
''You dare hit a child?''
''Don't play dumb with me Damien, you're no child.''
''I often wonder so myself,'' he replied. ''So who's this cross breed bodyguard of your's?'' he asked looking at the Tiste Hybrida standing in the corner.
''Oh thats just Zoras, some mercenary I hired.''
''Never thought you'd ever stoop to using magic.''
''Everything, including magic can be translated in science, everything is science.''
''You sent that clone after me didn't you?''
''That clone..oh, you mean Subject 78, a synthetically engineered Homo Homonculus, created using your cheek cells and then spliced with certain selections of other genetic material. It was a test you see, a test to prove your superiority. Though I admit Subject 78 did have some serious mommy issues.''
''The Hora.''
''Correct. Now, if I may move on, let the operation begin!''
''Operation?''
Dr Mosley pulled a lever on the wall and Damien felt electrocuted in his scalp.
''AAAAAAAAHHH!''
''Hurts doesn't it?'' said Mosley with a sadistic smile.
''What the hell Mosley?''
''Thats Sir to you Damien. For my latest experiment I will be delving deep into your subconsciousness.''
''What do you hope to find in there?''
''Answers and maybe a hint of revenge. This device manipulates the neural fibers in your brain, allowing you to recall repressed memories.''
''Repressed memories?'' said Damien in an anxious tone.
''But first, I'm going to turn the dial all the way back before your immortality.''
''What..AAAAHHHHH!'

1507, Cornwall, England

''Honestly, he's so young, it's his 9th birthday isn't it?''
''Indeed, but he is the sole male heir to his family's estate.''
''You think he knows about his family's involvement in the black market where they sell opium to the Far East?''
''He's not what I'd call a prodigy, but he's smarter than most other kids his age.''
''Only because he has to be.''
''But he's been pretty troubled lately.''
''With his father on business in Spain with Egyptian merchants for over five months, and his mother...dare I say it..dying.''
''But he's still quite a cheerful little child.''
''And already engaged to his first cousin, Countess Alicia.''
''They're the best of friends too, I've heard. She's also the only one he can't beat at chess.''
''Does he really care for her?''
''He's just a kid, McCarthy, he's not mature to understand such concepts.''
''He's mature for his age.''
''Or so he pretends to be. Anyway I must attend to the new cooks.''
''Good day then.''
The conversing figures left the dining hall and attended to their separate duties, unaware that the child of their focus was hiding underneath the long polished table.
''So she is dying after all,'' he quietly said to himself, his arms wrapped around his knees.
He crept out and left the room. Walking across his family mansion's main hall he gazed outside the window and saw the gardeners tended to the white roses.
Opium? Sold to the Chinese and Japanese no doubt. Certainly explains the surge in profits recently.
''Master,'' said a house servant approaching him.
''What is it Berenice?''
''Its your mother, she's calling for you.''
''Mother?'' He was lead to her room. The maid opened the door to reveal a dully lit room where a pale woman lay on a large silky decorated bed.
'Son...' she managed to stutter.
Damien approached her quietly.
''I won't be around for long so please...'' she started to cough and the physician attended to her.
''She needs to rest,'' he said.
Damien silently left the bedroom.

Five Hours Later
The announcement of her death inspired a public mourning.
Damien sat in his father's desk, a single tear trickled down his cheek.
A tall red haired girl entered the room. His eldest sister, Monica.
She stared at him with cold arrogant eyes. ''This is my focal point for business now, at least until Father returns from Africa.''
Damien picked up a fountain pen and threw it towards her direction.
It landed inches from her face, on the door instead.
''Oh please, none of you scare me.'' He stood up and walked towards her. ''None of you do.''
He left the room.

Present Day
Damien's memory of the event slowly faded and he shifted his focus back on his current situation.
''Does this please you in some sick twisted way?''
''Indeed it does. But this will even more'' he said as he revealed two injections.
''Both contain acid with a pH of at least -260.''
''What for-AAAAAHHHHHHHH!''
They were inserted into both his eyes, which promptly melted, before regrowing back.
''Immortal life is cheap, Damien.'' said Mosley as he pushed the chair into a brick chamber and locking him inside.
''What are.. you doing?''
''This.''
''AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!''
The entire chamber was suddenly filled with extremely concentrated acid. Zoras suddenly felt anxious.
''The kid...is he gonna be okay?''
''Every single cell in his body will be eaten away, he won't even be a speck of dust after this.''
He began to laugh, in a sinister and vile tone. Zoras felt disgusted but nevertheless continued to watch.
10 minutes passed and the acid began to drain. Dr Moseley opened the door to reveal nothing , not even the chair. It was all gone.
''Success!'' he shouted. ''I have finally countered that blasted child's immortality! Where's that overconfident face now!''
He's insane, thought Zoras. But he still pays well.
His eyes suddenly glared back into the acid chamber.
''Uh, sir...''
''What is it Zoras?'' said Moseley as he turned back towards the chamber.
''What the...?''
A reddish aura shaping into a humanoid form appeared, before suddenly the skeleton, nerves, muscles, veins and so on began to reconstruct.
''But...I destroyed every cell in his body...''
Within less than 7 minutes Damien came back and fell on the floor, unconscious.
''Here, put these clothes on him.'' said Moseley as he gave Zoras a set of pajamas.
Zoras proceeded.
Afterwards Moseley stared out of the window. ''Zoras, if the Hora arrives I want you to take care of her, do I make myself clear? We are not losing this subject again.''
''Yes sir.''

Death

Lady Death stood atop the forest trees, scythe in hand and stared at the commotion below. Dr Alford Mosley was carrying Damien's unconscious body and made it towards a land rover, where he placed Damien's body, in the trunk at the back. He started to drive away.
She stared silently at the moving vehicle in a monotone expression, waiting for the foretold events to unfold.

[Rynagria]

Hiro and Yui
"Hey Yui, what do you think of this one?" Asked Takashi, examining a red sports car, his finger grasping his chin, trying to decide whether to go but it or not. But Yui just looked at him blankly, not caring about cars, she was just doing her job and did it so without saying a word. Hiro just sighed, the raised his hand for an attendant.

"Yes sir? How may I assist you?" Inquired the car dealer.

"Yeah, I want to buy this car model. But I want it in yellow,give it bullet-proof glass, and place a second engine in the trunk." Ordered Hiro, taking out his wallet.

"Ummm....... I don't think we sell those here....." Replied the dealer, giving a nervous smile.

"I'll pay 7,500,000 dollars for it, only if you get it done right now." Said Hiro, producing a check, then showing to the dealer, who eyed it with wonder.

Path Group
"Hey Bill, that guy's rich! We can always use some money for the path, get some supplies.............. Also that girl, from what I heard some the thugs around the area, is a super. An intimidating at that." Suggested one the members excitedly, eyeing the duo with greed.

"Maybe we can recruit her if that's true, as for the guy, we can always take some funds. We can persuade him with some "suggestions."" Agreed Bill, telling his small posse to follow him as he signaled them to approach.

(OOC: Charmera can now control these guys, because I don't know much about The Path.)

The other members of the group started getting up and if you could see behind their masks, you would see eager smiles. Few of them had weapons, because few of them needed any. Bill had the rank of Acolyte (and red robes to prove it) and he was a pyromancer.

Graves, marked by his white robes and lack of a mask, had been promoted to Higher Acolyte, and was with the group. Eager to gain subjects for his experiments, decided to go along with the group. Zin was with the group, but wearing the regular Path robes to mask his identity.

They started heading towards Hiro and Yui. Their Black robes and white masks marking them out from the rest of the people going about their business in cold harbour.

Several guards began to approach the group, noticing the men approach the dealership, their hands grasping their tazers. While all of them seemed shaken by the sight of the robed figures, one stood directly in their path, a hard-look on his face.

"Sir, can you state business around the facility?" Inquired the head guard, who instead of grasping the handle of his revolver, feeling an ominous air around them.

Meanwhile in the dealership, the manager had Hiro a deal. The custom car that he wanted would be delivered three day from now, but he can pick out another car for free to get home.

"Okay, get one of the fastest red sports car you can't." Ordered Hiro, watching as they brought out a Red Lamborghini, which shined under the artificial lights.

[Harbertia]

So, the boy does care, you on the other hand, she glared at Death, again she glowed brightly, monotoned are corrupt, and needs to be purified. she darkened agian, or I should more likely say, you have trapped me, for if he is not unbound by the parchment I am not unbound. She grew even darker, her eyes becoming as embers, her voice emotionally course, You have given nether of us release, she calmed, and spoke; "That is you purpose, to give rest, release. I ask again," she extended her hand, "let me reap the soul, so that you may guide him to the afterlife, where he wholesomely belongs."

Death was not afraid, she stared at the Hora, maintaining her monotone expression.
She unsheathed her scythe.
''Contrary to what you may believe what awaits his spirit in the afterlife is neither Heaven nor Nether. I have watched this immortal for centuries, curious to observe his actions in life. But it is not his time, nay he has no designated time, a curse. With this horcrux I can now determine when to reap his soul whenever I feel his time has come.''
She promptly vanished into thin air.
Damien started at the Hora with cautious eyes. ''You won't eat my soul!'' he shouted before dashing away towards the street.

Whiteplain Apartments
RING! RING! RING! RING!
'Hello?'
'Dr Mosley?'
'Speaking.'
'The clone sir..Subject 78, he's dead.'
'I see. Excellent, just as planned. Proceed accordingly.'
'Yes sir.'

Damien
Damien ran as fast as his 10 year old legs could carry him, hardly having the time to gasp for breath.
'Damien' said a intangible voice.
'Who's there?' said Damien in a darkened tone.
A red eyed figure in a large shadowy overcoat leaped out in front of him from the shadows and lunged at him.
'Hey!' shouted Damien before a set of wings tore out of the overcoat, one black, one white. The figure placed his right index finger on Damien's forehead, a sedation spell.
Tiste Hybrida.... thought Damien as he slowly lost consciousness and fell asleep.
''That was too easy'' said the Hybrida. He lifted Damien and put him over his shoulders.
'You're light as a feather.'
They teleported.

Damien began to regain his vision. He was in a dark, makeshift clinic.
''Where...am I?''
He was strapped on what appeared to be an electric chair, with the helmet attached to his head.
''Nice to see you're awake,'' said a strangely familiar voice.
It can't be..



''Damien, yes I believe you still go by 'Damien', am I correct?'
''Mosley..I thought I killed you..''
''If your talking about my career then yes, you killed me there. Your escape was my greatest humiliation, I was demoted from the Order because of what you did. The organisation I had given my entire life to! But if you're talking about my biologically defined life, then you thought wrong, the science of tomorrow that I pioneered produced a very useful serum that saved my life. It couldn't have been produced without you.''
He raised up a small glass vial containing a scarlet red liquid.
''This miracle drug is the closest humanity has come to immortality, as long as your not fully dead it can heal almost any illness and physical injury possible. I managed to have this engineered after three years of understanding and analyzing your DNA samples we collected from you via multiple swab tests since your immortality made it difficult to obtain a direct blood sample. But nevertheless my endeavors were successful. Unfortunately the resistance toppled the Order before this drug could go into mass production. Just imagine it, the immortal human race living under the perfect world the Order implemented.''
''I think you've got a Napoleon Complex,' said Damien in a semi sarcastic tone.
Mosley slapped him.
''You dare hit a child?''
''Don't play dumb with me Damien, you're no child.''
''I often wonder so myself,'' he replied. ''So who's this cross breed bodyguard of your's?'' he asked looking at the Tiste Hybrida standing in the corner.
''Oh thats just Zoras, some mercenary I hired.''
''Never thought you'd ever stoop to using magic.''
''Everything, including magic can be translated in science, everything is science.''
''You sent that clone after me didn't you?''
''That clone..oh, you mean Subject 78, a synthetically engineered Homo Homonculus, created using your cheek cells and then spliced with certain selections of other genetic material. It was a test you see, a test to prove your superiority. Though I admit Subject 78 did have some serious mommy issues.''
''The Hora.''
''Correct. Now, if I may move on, let the operation begin!''
''Operation?''
Dr Mosley pulled a lever on the wall and Damien felt electrocuted in his scalp.
''AAAAAAAAHHH!''
''Hurts doesn't it?'' said Mosley with a sadistic smile.
''What the hell Mosley?''
''Thats Sir to you Damien. For my latest experiment I will be delving deep into your subconsciousness.''
''What do you hope to find in there?''
''Answers and maybe a hint of revenge. This device manipulates the neural fibers in your brain, allowing you to recall repressed memories.''
''Repressed memories?'' said Damien in an anxious tone.
''But first, I'm going to turn the dial all the way back before your immortality.''
''What..AAAAHHHHH!'

1507, Cornwall, England

''Honestly, he's so young, it's his 9th birthday isn't it?''
''Indeed, but he is the sole male heir to his family's estate.''
''You think he knows about his family's involvement in the black market where they sell opium to the Far East?''
''He's not what I'd call a prodigy, but he's smarter than most other kids his age.''
''Only because he has to be.''
''But he's been pretty troubled lately.''
''With his father on business in Spain with Egyptian merchants for over five months, and his mother...dare I say it..dying.''
''But he's still quite a cheerful little child.''
''And already engaged to his first cousin, Countess Alicia.''
''They're the best of friends too, I've heard. She's also the only one he can't beat at chess.''
''Does he really care for her?''
''He's just a kid, McCarthy, he's not mature to understand such concepts.''
''He's mature for his age.''
''Or so he pretends to be. Anyway I must attend to the new cooks.''
''Good day then.''
The conversing figures left the dining hall and attended to their separate duties, unaware that the child of their focus was hiding underneath the long polished table.
''So she is dying after all,'' he quietly said to himself, his arms wrapped around his knees.
He crept out and left the room. Walking across his family mansion's main hall he gazed outside the window and saw the gardeners tended to the white roses.
Opium? Sold to the Chinese and Japanese no doubt. Certainly explains the surge in profits recently.
''Master,'' said a house servant approaching him.
''What is it Berenice?''
''Its your mother, she's calling for you.''
''Mother?'' He was lead to her room. The maid opened the door to reveal a dully lit room where a pale woman lay on a large silky decorated bed.
'Son...' she managed to stutter.
Damien approached her quietly.
''I won't be around for long so please...'' she started to cough and the physician attended to her.
''She needs to rest,'' he said.
Damien silently left the bedroom.

Five Hours Later
The announcement of her death inspired a public mourning.
Damien sat in his father's desk, a single tear trickled down his cheek.
A tall red haired girl entered the room. His eldest sister, Monica.
She stared at him with cold arrogant eyes. ''This is my focal point for business now, at least until Father returns from Africa.''
Damien picked up a fountain pen and threw it towards her direction.
It landed inches from her face, on the door instead.
''Oh please, none of you scare me.'' He stood up and walked towards her. ''None of you do.''
He left the room.

Present Day
Damien's memory of the event slowly faded and he shifted his focus back on his current situation.
''Does this please you in some sick twisted way?''
''Indeed it does. But this will even more'' he said as he revealed two injections.
''Both contain acid with a pH of at least -260.''
''What for-AAAAAHHHHHHHH!''
They were inserted into both his eyes, which promptly melted, before regrowing back.
''Immortal life is cheap, Damien.'' said Mosley as he pushed the chair into a brick chamber and locking him inside.
''What are.. you doing?''
''This.''
''AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!''
The entire chamber was suddenly filled with extremely concentrated acid. Zoras suddenly felt anxious.
''The kid...is he gonna be okay?''
''Every single cell in his body will be eaten away, he won't even be a speck of dust after this.''
He began to laugh, in a sinister and vile tone. Zoras felt disgusted but nevertheless continued to watch.
10 minutes passed and the acid began to drain. Dr Moseley opened the door to reveal nothing , not even the chair. It was all gone.
''Success!'' he shouted. ''I have finally countered that blasted child's immortality! Where's that overconfident face now!''
He's insane, thought Zoras. But he still pays well.
His eyes suddenly glared back into the acid chamber.
''Uh, sir...''
''What is it Zoras?'' said Moseley as he turned back towards the chamber.
''What the...?''
A reddish aura shaping into a humanoid form appeared, before suddenly the skeleton, nerves, muscles, veins and so on began to reconstruct.
''But...I destroyed every cell in his body...''
Within less than 7 minutes Damien came back and fell on the floor, unconscious.
''Here, put these clothes on him.'' said Moseley as he gave Zoras a set of pajamas.
Zoras proceeded.
Afterwards Moseley stared out of the window. ''Zoras, if the Hora arrives I want you to take care of her, do I make myself clear? We are not losing this subject again.''
''Yes sir.''

Death

Lady Death stood atop the forest trees, scythe in hand and stared at the commotion below. Dr Alford Mosley was carrying Damien's unconscious body and made it towards a land rover, where he placed Damien's body, in the trunk at the back. He started to drive away.
She stared silently at the moving vehicle in a monotone expression, waiting for the foretold events to unfold.

A Great Snake crawled down a tree near the apartment from where once dwelt a shadow, So many years absent from this form, it's... restricting. Salvia had rushed after Damien as he fled, she was just in time to see the half breed vanish. She had not shadowed her servant for centuries just so some grey spawn could slay him. That was her job, but at the moment it was impossible. Death had made it quite clear, she was in charge, and she wanted Damien... alive. From the looks of things, she would have to get use to taking orders from Death for some time, some time being centuries, or so. Being a Tiste allowed her to see Death, her eyes silent. As the car took off so to did Salvia as a great Raven.

[Islamic Republic e Jariri]

Death

Lady Death stood atop the forest trees, scythe in hand and stared at the commotion below. Dr Alford Mosley was carrying Damien's unconscious body and made it towards a land rover, where he placed Damien's body, in the trunk at the back. He started to drive away.
She stared silently at the moving vehicle in a monotone expression, waiting for the foretold events to unfold.

A Great Snake crawled down a tree near the apartment from where once dwelt a shadow, So many years absent from this form, it's... restricting. Salvia had rushed after Damien as he fled, she was just in time to see the half breed vanish. She had not shadowed her servant for centuries just so some grey spawn could slay him. That was her job, but at the moment it was impossible. Death had made it quite clear, she was in charge, and she wanted Damien... alive. From the looks of things, she would have to get use to taking orders from Death for some time, some time being centuries, or so. Being a Tiste allowed her to see Death, her eyes silent. As the car took off so to did Salvia as a great Raven.[/quote]

''Well you're quite the fair maiden aren't you?'' said Zoras as he suddenly materialized in front of her.
''Allow me to introduce myself, you can call be Zorasrian, or Zoras for short'' he said as he unsheathed two katanas from his overcoat, one Angelic, another Demonic.
He dashed towards her, though he had no intention of killing her, yet.
He'd play about with her for a while.
He swung carelessly like a child at her, but Salvia managed to keep dodging, he was obviously doing this on purpose. She spun back and her raven wings enlarged and the rest of her body morphed into her Hora form.



''Ah, I can feel the blood lust already,'' said Zoras remaining fully calm.
She flew in a lightning flash towards him, her own katana in hand, pointed towards him.
Zoras swiftly dodged, his smile broadened.
''Quite the main course you've prepared out of the boy. Mind if I take a bite or two?''

An angry expression appeared on her face as she dashed towards him again.
''Graceful,'' said Zoras as he suddenly grabbed her in mid-air, and twirled her like in the Tango, before letting her go and throwing 10 knives towards her.
She swiftly dodged 8 and grabbed 2 in midair before throwing them back at the half breed. Her rage increased.
The knives phased through Zoras and he continued to smile.
''My, my, you're most beautiful when you're angry.''

[Charmera]

Graves moved to the head of the group, outranking the others. He took a step towards the head guard. He smiled a predatory smile, even now thinking of what he could do with the guards corpse, maybe he could even take him alive. His mechatendrites where hidden, his Rod of Pain however was not, he held it at his side.

"We're simply here to browse your wares, my good sir. However, out of curiosity...What is your favourite internal organ?"

The Mechatendrites whirred menacingly, as if calling for blood. The rest of the Path members were either looking at the other guards or at the poor unfortunate who decided to get in their way.

[Harbertia]

Death

Lady Death stood atop the forest trees, scythe in hand and stared at the commotion below. Dr Alford Mosley was carrying Damien's unconscious body and made it towards a land rover, where he placed Damien's body, in the trunk at the back. He started to drive away.
She stared silently at the moving vehicle in a monotone expression, waiting for the foretold events to unfold.

A Great Snake crawled down a tree near the apartment from where once dwelt a shadow, So many years absent from this form, it's... restricting. Salvia had rushed after Damien as he fled, she was just in time to see the half breed vanish. She had not shadowed her servant for centuries just so some grey spawn could slay him. That was her job, but at the moment it was impossible. Death had made it quite clear, she was in charge, and she wanted Damien... alive. From the looks of things, she would have to get use to taking orders from Death for some time, some time being centuries, or so. Being a Tiste allowed her to see Death, her eyes silent. As the car took off so to did Salvia as a great Raven.

''Well you're quite the fair maiden aren't you?'' said Zoras as he suddenly materialized in front of her.
''Allow me to introduce myself, you can call be Zorasrian, or Zoras for short'' he said as he unsheathed two katanas from his overcoat, one Angelic, another Demonic.
He dashed towards her, though he had no intention of killing her, yet.
He'd play about with her for a while.
He swung carelessly like a child at her, but Salvia managed to keep dodging, he was obviously doing this on purpose. She spun back and her raven wings enlarged and the rest of her body morphed into her Hora form.



''Ah, I can feel the blood lust already,'' said Zoras remaining fully calm.
She flew in a lightning flash towards him, her own katana in hand, pointed towards him.
Zoras swiftly dodged, his smile broadened.
''Quite the main course you've prepared out of the boy. Mind if I take a bite or two?''

An angry expression appeared on her face as she dashed towards him again.
''Graceful,'' said Zoras as he suddenly grabbed her in mid-air, and twirled her like in the Tango, before letting her go and throwing 10 knives towards her.
She swiftly dodged 8 and grabbed 2 in midair before throwing them back at the half breed. Her rage increased.
The knives phased through Zoras and he continued to smile.
''My, my, you're most beautiful when you're angry.''[/quote]

I don't have time for this!
"Flattered though I may be, it is you who are the main course." Her form became that of a giant sleek black serpent as she lunged forward with maw gaping, hitting her head upon the hard road.

Her target had moved, he looked at her; "Come now, there's plenty of me to go around."
Swiftly moving he dodged her advances like a dance.

''My, quite the temping serpent you are.''

She turned and hissed as she became shadow, hurrying after Dr. Mosley's car.

[Rynagria]

Graves moved to the head of the group, outranking the others. He took a step towards the head guard. He smiled a predatory smile, even now thinking of what he could do with the guards corpse, maybe he could even take him alive. His mechatendrites where hidden, his Rod of Pain however was not, he held it at his side.

"We're simply here to browse your wares, my good sir. However, out of curiosity...What is your favourite internal organ?"

The Mechatendrites whirred menacingly, as if calling for blood. The rest of the Path members were either looking at the other guards or at the poor unfortunate who decided to get in their way.

"Oh really, then why do you have that weird red glow stick in your hand? Sir, I've been doing my job for 15 years now, lying to my face won't help you get in. So I'll ask again sir, what is your business here?" Asked the guard captain, signaling to pull out clubs and tazers, ready for a brawl. In all his life, the captain has never felt so threatened, but didn't let it show.

I have to be strong.

"Eh? Really?........ I guess I have no choice but to take it, just make sure I get my car, or I'll sue the crap out of this place. Understand?" Asked Hiro, opening the door of the red Lamborghini, then throwing in his backpack.

"Trouble." Whispered Yui, looking at the vehicle in front of her.

Meanwhile............
"A-Anisha-San? Wh-Why do you have a Type 11 Light Machine Gun out?" Curiously inquired Takashi, having a katana out, holding it in his right hand. Anisha just continued to load the last stripper clip into the hopper system, while both of them headed toward a warehouse, no one in sight of the two.

"We both know that if there are people where we're going, they will be trying to kill us in a heartbeat, having an automatic weapon will make the task of disposing them easier. Now here's the plan, I want you to come in and create a distraction, I'll position myself up on the roof to mow anyone down. Do you understand Takashi?" Explained Anisha.

"........ U-Un. (Y-Yeah.)" Answered Takashi with a nod, seeing Anisha climb her way up using a combination of Flash Step and parkour skills, carrying the Japanese Machine Gun. With a sigh, Takashi entered through the front, several people immediately noticing him. Suddenly the sounds of more than ten guns being drawn was heard, all of the men aiming weapons at Takashi.

All this for a Tsurugi that my earliest ancestor used and the last remaining piece of Japanese History...................... Well I guess it's worth it........... Especially if I can learn about my first ancestor, the one who started the tradition of swordsmen in our bloodline. Thought Takashi, bringing up his Katana in defensive manner, placing diagonally across his body. But before they could fire.

RATATATATATATATATAT! RATATATATATATATATAT! RATATATATATATATATAT!

Three long burst of gunfire from above, the barrel of Anisha's Type 11 LMG smoking, the thirty-rounds all expended. She then poked her head through a window and nodded To Takashi.

[Harbertia]

"eh!" Terra instantly to work on the tent that David had gotten the pegs for the goal from. She didn't want anyone to get hurt, especially her brothers.

The men laughed at her desperation, "Girl knows her place!"

"What's the matter boys, gonna let your sis do all the work?" Spoke the captain as he took a seat on a stump, "Geit to it!" he turned to one of his men, "See if that Dallas fellow's tent still has some of that coffee he so clinged to."

"Aye sir!" He quicly returned with a thurmis

"Gentlimen, let us celebrate in victory!" the mob became rather exited mumbling something about those old timers not standing a chance, misguided fools, and order.

Dave was about to protest, he even formed a syllable, but Wilson shook his head.
"Gather the tents and the crates, I'l put the books and rifles in a pile. Whatever you do...be careful." He whispered the last part, hoping his brother would know what he meant.

Dave nodded and got to work. Wilson calmly started putting the rifles and books in a pile in front of the OVP's.

Dave was putting the crates and containers of beer, food and water in another pile. They were heavy, but for Dave they were no problem, he just had to pretend they were weighing him down.

"Why does this have to take so long?" grumbled Dave to himself looking at the time "If I continue at this pace much longer Il miss the game..."

After a few crates his impatience and rebelliousness got the better of him and he started speeding up, almost noticeably.

A farmer who had brought a shotgun pointed in the direction of Dave. "Hey cap... Doesn't that look strange to you? I thought those crates were heavy as hell when we picked them up..."

"I don't like this one cheif, he may be one of those supers..."

One of the others frowned, having lost his family to a super who was trying to fight back against the Order.

"We know what to do with supers..." he said through gritted teeth. He walked over to Dave grabbing him by the arm.

"Hey! What are you doing?" Dave shouted "Let go of my arm!"

"You little super scum! I'm going to kill you!"

Dave panicked and shoved the man away, he flew in the air for a brief moment then dropped on a create, unconcious.

The other OPV's got up and started moving towards Dave, holding various weapons menacingly.

"You shouldnt have done that boy..." said the farmer.

Terra
"David!"

Wilson had told her to remain calm, he had said he could handle it, but she couldn't help it. She rushed forward, and clasped onto the captain's nearest leg with tears in her eyes. Wilson couldn't recall what she had said, only that she had begged them not to hurt David. Though it was obvious as she spoke that the Captain was distracted by the pain, though her strength came from her bone structure, and was more suited for lifting things, it still was enough to bring the captain down.

[Charmera]

Dave was about to protest, he even formed a syllable, but Wilson shook his head.
"Gather the tents and the crates, I'l put the books and rifles in a pile. Whatever you do...be careful." He whispered the last part, hoping his brother would know what he meant.

Dave nodded and got to work. Wilson calmly started putting the rifles and books in a pile in front of the OVP's.

Dave was putting the crates and containers of beer, food and water in another pile. They were heavy, but for Dave they were no problem, he just had to pretend they were weighing him down.

"Why does this have to take so long?" grumbled Dave to himself looking at the time "If I continue at this pace much longer Il miss the game..."

After a few crates his impatience and rebelliousness got the better of him and he started speeding up, almost noticeably.

A farmer who had brought a shotgun pointed in the direction of Dave. "Hey cap... Doesn't that look strange to you? I thought those crates were heavy as hell when we picked them up..."

"I don't like this one cheif, he may be one of those supers..."

One of the others frowned, having lost his family to a super who was trying to fight back against the Order.

"We know what to do with supers..." he said through gritted teeth. He walked over to Dave grabbing him by the arm.

"Hey! What are you doing?" Dave shouted "Let go of my arm!"

"You little super scum! I'm going to kill you!"

Dave panicked and shoved the man away, he flew in the air for a brief moment then dropped on a create, unconcious.

The other OPV's got up and started moving towards Dave, holding various weapons menacingly.

"You shouldnt have done that boy..." said the farmer.

Terra
"David!"

Wilson had told her to remain calm, he had said he could handle it, but she couldn't help it. She rushed forward, and clasped onto the captain's nearest leg with tears in her eyes. Wilson couldn't recall what she had said, only that she had begged them not to hurt David. Though it was obvious as she spoke that the Captain was distracted by the pain, though her strength came from her bone structure, and was more suited for lifting things, it still was enough to bring the captain down.

Wilson ran towards the commotion, "Terra no!" he shouted. Then the sound of the farmer cocking a shotgun, pointed at Terra.

Instinct took over as he telekinetically forced the gun out of the farmers hands and into his face. It dropped to the floor and the farmer clutched his bleeding nose, swearing as he stumbled backwards then tripped over.

Several OVP's then took out their guns and pointed them at Wilson, who was at least four meters away from them. The rest either pointed guns at Terra or Dave.

One of the other OVP's prodded Terra with a hunting rifle. "Keep your hands off our Captain you Metahuman scum!"

"Get away from my sister." Dave shouted

"Shut up boy, after we're done with her your next!"

"Bob, their only kids..." One of the others said.

"Who asked you Marc!" he exclaimed then turned to Dave.

He pressed his rifle to Terra's head. "Give the word cap and I can blow out the little freaks brains"

Several had to hold David back, Wilson was desperately looking for an opening to save his sister.

[Islamic Republic e Jariri]

A Great Snake crawled down a tree near the apartment from where once dwelt a shadow, So many years absent from this form, it's... restricting. Salvia had rushed after Damien as he fled, she was just in time to see the half breed vanish. She had not shadowed her servant for centuries just so some grey spawn could slay him. That was her job, but at the moment it was impossible. Death had made it quite clear, she was in charge, and she wanted Damien... alive. From the looks of things, she would have to get use to taking orders from Death for some time, some time being centuries, or so. Being a Tiste allowed her to see Death, her eyes silent. As the car took off so to did Salvia as a great Raven.

''Well you're quite the fair maiden aren't you?'' said Zoras as he suddenly materialized in front of her.
''Allow me to introduce myself, you can call be Zorasrian, or Zoras for short'' he said as he unsheathed two katanas from his overcoat, one Angelic, another Demonic.
He dashed towards her, though he had no intention of killing her, yet.
He'd play about with her for a while.
He swung carelessly like a child at her, but Salvia managed to keep dodging, he was obviously doing this on purpose. She spun back and her raven wings enlarged and the rest of her body morphed into her Hora form.



''Ah, I can feel the blood lust already,'' said Zoras remaining fully calm.
She flew in a lightning flash towards him, her own katana in hand, pointed towards him.
Zoras swiftly dodged, his smile broadened.
''Quite the main course you've prepared out of the boy. Mind if I take a bite or two?''

An angry expression appeared on her face as she dashed towards him again.
''Graceful,'' said Zoras as he suddenly grabbed her in mid-air, and twirled her like in the Tango, before letting her go and throwing 10 knives towards her.
She swiftly dodged 8 and grabbed 2 in midair before throwing them back at the half breed. Her rage increased.
The knives phased through Zoras and he continued to smile.
''My, my, you're most beautiful when you're angry.''

I don't have time for this!
"Flattered though I may be, it is you who are the main course." Her form became that of a giant sleek black serpent as she lunged forward with maw gaping, hitting her head upon the hard road.

Her target had moved, he looked at her; "Come now, there's plenty of me to go around."
Swiftly moving he dodged her advances like a dance.

''My, quite the temping serpent you are.''

She turned and hissed as she became shadow, hurrying after Dr. Mosley's car.[/quote]

''Women...'' said Zoras to himself, still smiling. The combined dark and light essences within him generated an explosive amount of power within him and he flashed at a lightning pace towards the car before Salvia and clicked his fingers.
A large amount of excess soul energy was discharged and fired upon the car.
''Sorry, you paid well but I lust for even bigger more intoxicating bounty.''
The car flipped over in midair and Damien and Dr Mosley both fell out and crashed on the ground.
Damien's bones were broken but quickly repaired and he regained consciousness and saw the car falling towards him and immediately rolled out of the way, crushing Mosley.
''AAAAAAAHHHAHH!''
Damien looked at the messy scene, Mosley's blood was everywhere.
''Help...me..''
What...?
Mosley's lower part of his body was crushed but his upper part was still exposed and he was desperately reaching out for a steel cigarette case containing the miracle healing serums.
''Insidious fool'' said Damien as he stood up and approached Mosley.
''You may be the youngest human to ever make a Pactum Infernus'' said a sudden voice.
Damien looked behind his back to see Zoras, the Tiste Hybrida who kidnapped him.
''Pactum Infernus...?'' said Damien in a confused tone.
''A contract of great power made between a dark tiste and a mortal.''
''A contract? That Hora, is she part of the contract?''
''Indeed, that lovely lady is, though your involvement in this contract must have been accidental, giving a child immortality defeats the intended purpose of the Pactum Infernus.''
''What are you talking about?''
''The possibilities in a Pactum Infernus are almost endless, immortality is one of the possible exchanges though very few Hora still retain the knowledge of true immortality that has been bestowed upon you. The price of such immortality is not the damnation of the immortal as they can escape from the afterlife but the damnation of all the immortal's decedents to the Nether, no matter what they're deeds were. But in your case that is not possible, and as such you will retain a rare and powerful form of immortality without paying the ultimate price. I'd imagine Mer isn't too pleased about that, I don't understand why your Hora has simply not broken off the contract from you and consume your immortal soul, that sweet soul...''
Damien felt creeped out and started talking steps back away from the Hybrida when he noticed a giant snake advancing towards him.
''Aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!''
His childish instincts took over and he screamed like a girl before running away from car, then suddenly running back cartoonishly and grabbing the steel case containing the serums manufactured from his DNA and running off again, into the woods.
Zoras simply stood there and continued to smile, ignoring Mosley.
''The day she breaks the seal of your immortality, that intoxicating soul of yours will be vulnerable to consumption by any tiste...'' he licked his teeth.
''Durate..'' he said to himself and leaped onto a tree and quickly hid inside a hollow.
One thing this 10 year old body is good for...

[Harbertia]

''Well you're quite the fair maiden aren't you?'' said Zoras as he suddenly materialized in front of her.
''Allow me to introduce myself, you can call be Zorasrian, or Zoras for short'' he said as he unsheathed two katanas from his overcoat, one Angelic, another Demonic.
He dashed towards her, though he had no intention of killing her, yet.
He'd play about with her for a while.
He swung carelessly like a child at her, but Salvia managed to keep dodging, he was obviously doing this on purpose. She spun back and her raven wings enlarged and the rest of her body morphed into her Hora form.

(Image)

''Ah, I can feel the blood lust already,'' said Zoras remaining fully calm.
She flew in a lightning flash towards him, her own katana in hand, pointed towards him.
Zoras swiftly dodged, his smile broadened.
''Quite the main course you've prepared out of the boy. Mind if I take a bite or two?''

An angry expression appeared on her face as she dashed towards him again.
''Graceful,'' said Zoras as he suddenly grabbed her in mid-air, and twirled her like in the Tango, before letting her go and throwing 10 knives towards her.
She swiftly dodged 8 and grabbed 2 in midair before throwing them back at the half breed. Her rage increased.
The knives phased through Zoras and he continued to smile.
''My, my, you're most beautiful when you're angry.''

I don't have time for this!
"Flattered though I may be, it is you who are the main course." Her form became that of a giant sleek black serpent as she lunged forward with maw gaping, hitting her head upon the hard road.

Her target had moved, he looked at her; "Come now, there's plenty of me to go around."
Swiftly moving he dodged her advances like a dance.

''My, quite the temping serpent you are.''

She turned and hissed as she became shadow, hurrying after Dr. Mosley's car.

''Women...'' said Zoras to himself, still smiling. The combined dark and light essences within him generated an explosive amount of power within him and he flashed at a lightning pace towards the car before Salvia and clicked his fingers.
A large amount of excess soul energy was discharged and fired upon the car.
''Sorry, you paid well but I lust for even bigger more intoxicating bounty.''
The car flipped over in midair and Damien and Dr Mosley both fell out and crashed on the ground.
Damien's bones were broken but quickly repaired and he regained consciousness and saw the car falling towards him and immediately rolled out of the way, crushing Mosley.
''AAAAAAAHHHAHH!''
Damien looked at the messy scene, Mosley's blood was everywhere.
''Help...me..''
What...?
Mosley's lower part of his body was crushed but his upper part was still exposed and he was desperately reaching out for a steel cigarette case containing the miracle healing serums.
''Insidious fool'' said Damien as he stood up and approached Mosley.
''You may be the youngest human to ever make a Pactum Infernus'' said a sudden voice.
Damien looked behind his back to see Zoras, the Tiste Hybrida who kidnapped him.
''Pactum Infernus...?'' said Damien in a confused tone.
''A contract of great power made between a dark tiste and a mortal.''
''A contract? That Hora, is she part of the contract?''
''Indeed, that lovely lady is, though your involvement in this contract must have been accidental, giving a child immortality defeats the intended purpose of the Pactum Infernus.''
''What are you talking about?''
''The possibilities in a Pactum Infernus are almost endless, immortality is one of the possible exchanges though very few Hora still retain the knowledge of true immortality that has been bestowed upon you. The price of such immortality is not the damnation of the immortal as they can escape from the afterlife but the damnation of all the immortal's decedents to the Nether, no matter what they're deeds were. But in your case that is not possible, and as such you will retain a rare and powerful form of immortality without paying the ultimate price. I'd imagine Mer isn't too pleased about that, I don't understand why your Hora has simply not broken off the contract from you and consume your immortal soul, that sweet soul...''
Damien felt creeped out and started talking steps back away from the Hybrida when he noticed a giant snake advancing towards him.
''Aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!''
His childish instincts took over and he screamed like a girl before running away from car, then suddenly running back cartoonishly and grabbing the steel case containing the serums manufactured from his DNA and running off again, into the woods.
Zoras simply stood there and continued to smile, ignoring Mosley.
''The day she breaks the seal of your immortality, that intoxicating soul of yours will be vulnerable to consumption by any tiste...'' he licked his teeth.
''Durate..'' he said to himself and leaped onto a tree and quickly hid inside a hollow.
One thing this 10 year old body is good for...[/quote]

The shadow serpent rushed forward maw gaping, the child would have had aple reason to run. It's form causing a disturbance in it's wake as it twists it's body for momentum, almost as if gliding over the Earth. Salvia had modified her form for speed. She passed where the boy once stood as Damien made his way into the woods, the doctor was no where in sight.

The child fled letting out a panicked scream as the serpent maneuvered, now having taken flight, though the trees causing trees to bend, and birds to take flight. Suddenly a dead end in the form of a huge boulder. The serpent reared her head, and struck down, the child closed his eyes bracing him self in utter screams of terror, but it was not fangs that struck him but lips as he surcame to slumber. Zoras had been kind enough to demonstrate that Damien was not immune to sedation by Tiste kind. In a quick motion a portal was opened, the now Naga like female hybrid fell in, as she vanished her tail desipated into smoke, the good doctor fell to the ground as the portal closed, the healing box at his side. He was shaking as he put on hand on the box; "Horas *cough*...."

Meanwhile, in the Rending Salvia looked upon the immortal lad. She was weary now, and regretting not taking advantage of the good doctor's soul while she had the chance. Here she was, on her own little slice of home, she could easily have used the boy's soul, but as it is, the act would be pointless. She had other plans, she recalled what Takashi had spoke of.... it seemed almost two easy. What was she thinking, of course it was, but far safer then staying in the shattered realms.

Later

The room was modest, and affordable, just as the kind soul had stated. it would be, on the bed lay Damien, in the closet could be seen four sets of school uniforms from afar, at a computer desk nearby sat a copy of Mephistoples, and a German Translation book. At this desk, typing, was the student.

[Harbertia]

News

The council has approved of the creation of the Special Apprehension Unit as proposed by Unity Party committee members, with collaboration with Commissioner Bakers. The unit is to be equipped with special equipment for tackling 'criminals of extraordinary capabilities, such as the menace Tidebringer. To enhance the unites capabilities the police force will be accepting metahumans, for the first time, into this unit. The SAU has been approved by Bruce Jordon. The unit was created as part of the United Security Act which has also increased the budget of the law enforcing body. the SAU is a sub-unit of the SWAT, and has been given exceptional freedom in combating such threats to the public safety.

Creation of the Cold Harbor Labor Front Initiative is to be presented to the Council this following morning, in latter news we head to the east side where residence claim to have seen among other things Mermaids, and blob monsters, now over to Benny with the weather.

[Personal Freedom]

Alexandra
After finding the apartment more than suitable for her needs, Alexandra thanked Terra.

"Thank you. You been very generous to me... Even after I told you about myself. I hope to call you my friend. I think Hiro seemed to like you well enough. I don't know. He is difficult to read sometimes, but thank you anyway. If you ever need me for any reason, I'll be here. That is if I can get this apartment, but you know what I mean," Alexandra said fading off. She was frowning, but she looked slightly troubled, drowsy maybe, as she spoke and her green eyes had a certain weariness to them.

[Islamic Republic e Jariri]

I don't have time for this!
"Flattered though I may be, it is you who are the main course." Her form became that of a giant sleek black serpent as she lunged forward with maw gaping, hitting her head upon the hard road.

Her target had moved, he looked at her; "Come now, there's plenty of me to go around."
Swiftly moving he dodged her advances like a dance.

''My, quite the temping serpent you are.''

She turned and hissed as she became shadow, hurrying after Dr. Mosley's car.

''Women...'' said Zoras to himself, still smiling. The combined dark and light essences within him generated an explosive amount of power within him and he flashed at a lightning pace towards the car before Salvia and clicked his fingers.
A large amount of excess soul energy was discharged and fired upon the car.
''Sorry, you paid well but I lust for even bigger more intoxicating bounty.''
The car flipped over in midair and Damien and Dr Mosley both fell out and crashed on the ground.
Damien's bones were broken but quickly repaired and he regained consciousness and saw the car falling towards him and immediately rolled out of the way, crushing Mosley.
''AAAAAAAHHHAHH!''
Damien looked at the messy scene, Mosley's blood was everywhere.
''Help...me..''
What...?
Mosley's lower part of his body was crushed but his upper part was still exposed and he was desperately reaching out for a steel cigarette case containing the miracle healing serums.
''Insidious fool'' said Damien as he stood up and approached Mosley.
''You may be the youngest human to ever make a Pactum Infernus'' said a sudden voice.
Damien looked behind his back to see Zoras, the Tiste Hybrida who kidnapped him.
''Pactum Infernus...?'' said Damien in a confused tone.
''A contract of great power made between a dark tiste and a mortal.''
''A contract? That Hora, is she part of the contract?''
''Indeed, that lovely lady is, though your involvement in this contract must have been accidental, giving a child immortality defeats the intended purpose of the Pactum Infernus.''
''What are you talking about?''
''The possibilities in a Pactum Infernus are almost endless, immortality is one of the possible exchanges though very few Hora still retain the knowledge of true immortality that has been bestowed upon you. The price of such immortality is not the damnation of the immortal as they can escape from the afterlife but the damnation of all the immortal's decedents to the Nether, no matter what they're deeds were. But in your case that is not possible, and as such you will retain a rare and powerful form of immortality without paying the ultimate price. I'd imagine Mer isn't too pleased about that, I don't understand why your Hora has simply not broken off the contract from you and consume your immortal soul, that sweet soul...''
Damien felt creeped out and started talking steps back away from the Hybrida when he noticed a giant snake advancing towards him.
''Aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!''
His childish instincts took over and he screamed like a girl before running away from car, then suddenly running back cartoonishly and grabbing the steel case containing the serums manufactured from his DNA and running off again, into the woods.
Zoras simply stood there and continued to smile, ignoring Mosley.
''The day she breaks the seal of your immortality, that intoxicating soul of yours will be vulnerable to consumption by any tiste...'' he licked his teeth.
''Durate..'' he said to himself and leaped onto a tree and quickly hid inside a hollow.
One thing this 10 year old body is good for...

The shadow serpent rushed forward maw gaping, the child would have had aple reason to run. It's form causing a disturbance in it's wake as it twists it's body for momentum, almost as if gliding over the Earth. Salvia had modified her form for speed. She passed where the boy once stood as Damien made his way into the woods, the doctor was no where in sight.

The child fled letting out a panicked scream as the serpent maneuvered, now having taken flight, though the trees causing trees to bend, and birds to take flight. Suddenly a dead end in the form of a huge boulder. The serpent reared her head, and struck down, the child closed his eyes bracing him self in utter screams of terror, but it was not fangs that struck him but lips as he surcame to slumber. Zoras had been kind enough to demonstrate that Damien was not immune to sedation by Tiste kind. In a quick motion a portal was opened, the now Naga like female hybrid fell in, as she vanished her tail desipated into smoke, the good doctor fell to the ground as the portal closed, the healing box at his side. He was shaking as he put on hand on the box; "Horas *cough*...."

Meanwhile, in the Rending Salvia looked upon the immortal lad. She was weary now, and regretting not taking advantage of the good doctor's soul while she had the chance. Here she was, on her own little slice of home, she could easily have used the boy's soul, but as it is, the act would be pointless. She had other plans, she recalled what Takashi had spoke of.... it seemed almost two easy. What was she thinking, of course it was, but far safer then staying in the shattered realms.

Later

The room was modest, and affordable, just as the kind soul had stated. it would be, on the bed lay Damien, in the closet could be seen four sets of school uniforms from afar, at a computer desk nearby sat a copy of Mephistoples, and a German Translation book. At this desk, typing, was the student.[/quote]

'You insidious fool, you let her take you so easily and now you're at her never to be found mercy...'
'There was nothing I could do..'
'How pathetic...you screamed like a weak girl..I hate being weak..
When You-Know-Who comes for you, assuming the Hora doesn't kill you first..let me have the power..
'Shut up..'''

He slowly regained consciousness and his eyes opened.

Where am I....
Keeping his body still and his breath quite he moved his eyes to analyse his surroundings.
Cheap room...to modest for my taste...
Then he spotted a student, the student.
The one in the library...and in the inferno...she's the human form the Hora takes..no doubt based on a innocent mortal she killed at some point...
But why revert back to this form? To calm me down? To befriend me to gain my trust so that I can be manipulated to act as a tool for her own agendas..the question is: Why hasn't she consumed my soul?
Either she can't somehow..but how could that be..?
Or she's delaying it..why? My best guess is she needs me to use my immortality for her own gain, then she'll dispose of me when I'm not of any more use.

He eyed the small chest of drawers next to the bed, whereon top lay a fountain pen.
If I can reach for it I should be able to throw the sharp end at her neck..however I doubt that would kill her..maybe slow enough for me to defenestrate myself out of here.
He eyed the glass window close to him.
Time will be of the essence...
His hand slowly crept towards the pen..

[Harbertia]

''Women...'' said Zoras to himself, still smiling. The combined dark and light essences within him generated an explosive amount of power within him and he flashed at a lightning pace towards the car before Salvia and clicked his fingers.
A large amount of excess soul energy was discharged and fired upon the car.
''Sorry, you paid well but I lust for even bigger more intoxicating bounty.''
The car flipped over in midair and Damien and Dr Mosley both fell out and crashed on the ground.
Damien's bones were broken but quickly repaired and he regained consciousness and saw the car falling towards him and immediately rolled out of the way, crushing Mosley.
''AAAAAAAHHHAHH!''
Damien looked at the messy scene, Mosley's blood was everywhere.
''Help...me..''
What...?
Mosley's lower part of his body was crushed but his upper part was still exposed and he was desperately reaching out for a steel cigarette case containing the miracle healing serums.
''Insidious fool'' said Damien as he stood up and approached Mosley.
''You may be the youngest human to ever make a Pactum Infernus'' said a sudden voice.
Damien looked behind his back to see Zoras, the Tiste Hybrida who kidnapped him.
''Pactum Infernus...?'' said Damien in a confused tone.
''A contract of great power made between a dark tiste and a mortal.''
''A contract? That Hora, is she part of the contract?''
''Indeed, that lovely lady is, though your involvement in this contract must have been accidental, giving a child immortality defeats the intended purpose of the Pactum Infernus.''
''What are you talking about?''
''The possibilities in a Pactum Infernus are almost endless, immortality is one of the possible exchanges though very few Hora still retain the knowledge of true immortality that has been bestowed upon you. The price of such immortality is not the damnation of the immortal as they can escape from the afterlife but the damnation of all the immortal's decedents to the Nether, no matter what they're deeds were. But in your case that is not possible, and as such you will retain a rare and powerful form of immortality without paying the ultimate price. I'd imagine Mer isn't too pleased about that, I don't understand why your Hora has simply not broken off the contract from you and consume your immortal soul, that sweet soul...''
Damien felt creeped out and started talking steps back away from the Hybrida when he noticed a giant snake advancing towards him.
''Aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!''
His childish instincts took over and he screamed like a girl before running away from car, then suddenly running back cartoonishly and grabbing the steel case containing the serums manufactured from his DNA and running off again, into the woods.
Zoras simply stood there and continued to smile, ignoring Mosley.
''The day she breaks the seal of your immortality, that intoxicating soul of yours will be vulnerable to consumption by any tiste...'' he licked his teeth.
''Durate..'' he said to himself and leaped onto a tree and quickly hid inside a hollow.
One thing this 10 year old body is good for...

The shadow serpent rushed forward maw gaping, the child would have had aple reason to run. It's form causing a disturbance in it's wake as it twists it's body for momentum, almost as if gliding over the Earth. Salvia had modified her form for speed. She passed where the boy once stood as Damien made his way into the woods, the doctor was no where in sight.

The child fled letting out a panicked scream as the serpent maneuvered, now having taken flight, though the trees causing trees to bend, and birds to take flight. Suddenly a dead end in the form of a huge boulder. The serpent reared her head, and struck down, the child closed his eyes bracing him self in utter screams of terror, but it was not fangs that struck him but lips as he surcame to slumber. Zoras had been kind enough to demonstrate that Damien was not immune to sedation by Tiste kind. In a quick motion a portal was opened, the now Naga like female hybrid fell in, as she vanished her tail desipated into smoke, the good doctor fell to the ground as the portal closed, the healing box at his side. He was shaking as he put on hand on the box; "Horas *cough*...."

Meanwhile, in the Rending Salvia looked upon the immortal lad. She was weary now, and regretting not taking advantage of the good doctor's soul while she had the chance. Here she was, on her own little slice of home, she could easily have used the boy's soul, but as it is, the act would be pointless. She had other plans, she recalled what Takashi had spoke of.... it seemed almost two easy. What was she thinking, of course it was, but far safer then staying in the shattered realms.

Later

The room was modest, and affordable, just as the kind soul had stated. it would be, on the bed lay Damien, in the closet could be seen four sets of school uniforms from afar, at a computer desk nearby sat a copy of Mephistoples, and a German Translation book. At this desk, typing, was the student.

'You insidious fool, you let her take you so easily and now you're at her never to be found mercy...'
'There was nothing I could do..'
'How pathetic...you screamed like a weak girl..I hate being weak..
When You-Know-Who comes for you, assuming the Hora doesn't kill you first..let me have the power..
'Shut up..'''

He slowly regained consciousness and his eyes opened.

Where am I....
Keeping his body still and his breath quite he moved his eyes to analyse his surroundings.
Cheap room...to modest for my taste...
Then he spotted a student, the student.
The one in the library...and in the inferno...she's the human form the Hora takes..no doubt based on a innocent mortal she killed at some point...
But why revert back to this form? To calm me down? To befriend me to gain my trust so that I can be manipulated to act as a tool for her own agendas..the question is: Why hasn't she consumed my soul?
Either she can't somehow..but how could that be..?
Or she's delaying it..why? My best guess is she needs me to use my immortality for her own gain, then she'll dispose of me when I'm not of any more use.

He eyed the small chest of drawers next to the bed, whereon top lay a fountain pen.
If I can reach for it I should be able to throw the sharp end at her neck..however I doubt that would kill her..maybe slow enough for me to defenestrate myself out of here.
He eyed the glass window close to him.
Time will be of the essence...
His hand slowly crept towards the pen..[/quote]

tap tap tap tap
The student leaned back from the computer; "I wouldn't do that if I where you, a pleasure though it may be that you are finally awake," she turned to face him, "being another victim is not on my Itinerary." She said holding up a brochure, she turned back to the computer, "You have many questions, a lot of fear, fear is often the mind killer. If you want knowledge I'm ready to respond, for starters, you can thank me."

[Islamic Republic e Jariri]

The shadow serpent rushed forward maw gaping, the child would have had aple reason to run. It's form causing a disturbance in it's wake as it twists it's body for momentum, almost as if gliding over the Earth. Salvia had modified her form for speed. She passed where the boy once stood as Damien made his way into the woods, the doctor was no where in sight.

The child fled letting out a panicked scream as the serpent maneuvered, now having taken flight, though the trees causing trees to bend, and birds to take flight. Suddenly a dead end in the form of a huge boulder. The serpent reared her head, and struck down, the child closed his eyes bracing him self in utter screams of terror, but it was not fangs that struck him but lips as he surcame to slumber. Zoras had been kind enough to demonstrate that Damien was not immune to sedation by Tiste kind. In a quick motion a portal was opened, the now Naga like female hybrid fell in, as she vanished her tail desipated into smoke, the good doctor fell to the ground as the portal closed, the healing box at his side. He was shaking as he put on hand on the box; "Horas *cough*...."

Meanwhile, in the Rending Salvia looked upon the immortal lad. She was weary now, and regretting not taking advantage of the good doctor's soul while she had the chance. Here she was, on her own little slice of home, she could easily have used the boy's soul, but as it is, the act would be pointless. She had other plans, she recalled what Takashi had spoke of.... it seemed almost two easy. What was she thinking, of course it was, but far safer then staying in the shattered realms.

Later

The room was modest, and affordable, just as the kind soul had stated. it would be, on the bed lay Damien, in the closet could be seen four sets of school uniforms from afar, at a computer desk nearby sat a copy of Mephistoples, and a German Translation book. At this desk, typing, was the student.

'You insidious fool, you let her take you so easily and now you're at her never to be found mercy...'
'There was nothing I could do..'
'How pathetic...you screamed like a weak girl..I hate being weak..
When You-Know-Who comes for you, assuming the Hora doesn't kill you first..let me have the power..
'Shut up..'''

He slowly regained consciousness and his eyes opened.

Where am I....
Keeping his body still and his breath quite he moved his eyes to analyse his surroundings.
Cheap room...to modest for my taste...
Then he spotted a student, the student.
The one in the library...and in the inferno...she's the human form the Hora takes..no doubt based on a innocent mortal she killed at some point...
But why revert back to this form? To calm me down? To befriend me to gain my trust so that I can be manipulated to act as a tool for her own agendas..the question is: Why hasn't she consumed my soul?
Either she can't somehow..but how could that be..?
Or she's delaying it..why? My best guess is she needs me to use my immortality for her own gain, then she'll dispose of me when I'm not of any more use.

He eyed the small chest of drawers next to the bed, whereon top lay a fountain pen.
If I can reach for it I should be able to throw the sharp end at her neck..however I doubt that would kill her..maybe slow enough for me to defenestrate myself out of here.
He eyed the glass window close to him.
Time will be of the essence...
His hand slowly crept towards the pen..

tap tap tap tap
The student leaned back from the computer; "I wouldn't do that if I where you, a pleasure though it may be that you are finally awake," she turned to face him, "being another victim is not on my Itinerary." She said holding up a brochure, she turned back to the computer, "You have many questions, a lot of fear, fear is often the mind killer. If you want knowledge I'm ready to respond, for starters, you can thank me."[/quote]

Dammit! What now..what the hell should I do..?!
'Calm yourself.'
His eyes turned scarlet red.
All right Hora, I'll play along with this game of yours, just until I can find a way to wipe you off the chessboard.
A subtle, near sinister smile crept on his face, and he bore a look of confidence.
''Actually,' he said as he suddenly got up.
''I've managed to piece most of it together myself, my only question therefore...''
His voice sounded somewhat different yet the same.
''Is why you have yet to consume my soul?'' After all the Pactum Infernus wasn't intended for me, it was meant for that old man, a typical alchemist of his time. I don't have to pay your damnation price for immortality for obvious reasons, so tell me, why didn't you just end this 'contract' of ours?''

[Harbertia]

'You insidious fool, you let her take you so easily and now you're at her never to be found mercy...'
'There was nothing I could do..'
'How pathetic...you screamed like a weak girl..I hate being weak..
When You-Know-Who comes for you, assuming the Hora doesn't kill you first..let me have the power..
'Shut up..'''

He slowly regained consciousness and his eyes opened.

Where am I....
Keeping his body still and his breath quite he moved his eyes to analyse his surroundings.
Cheap room...to modest for my taste...
Then he spotted a student, the student.
The one in the library...and in the inferno...she's the human form the Hora takes..no doubt based on a innocent mortal she killed at some point...
But why revert back to this form? To calm me down? To befriend me to gain my trust so that I can be manipulated to act as a tool for her own agendas..the question is: Why hasn't she consumed my soul?
Either she can't somehow..but how could that be..?
Or she's delaying it..why? My best guess is she needs me to use my immortality for her own gain, then she'll dispose of me when I'm not of any more use.

He eyed the small chest of drawers next to the bed, whereon top lay a fountain pen.
If I can reach for it I should be able to throw the sharp end at her neck..however I doubt that would kill her..maybe slow enough for me to defenestrate myself out of here.
He eyed the glass window close to him.
Time will be of the essence...
His hand slowly crept towards the pen..

tap tap tap tap
The student leaned back from the computer; "I wouldn't do that if I where you, a pleasure though it may be that you are finally awake," she turned to face him, "being another victim is not on my Itinerary." She said holding up a brochure, she turned back to the computer, "You have many questions, a lot of fear, fear is often the mind killer. If you want knowledge I'm ready to respond, for starters, you can thank me."

Dammit! What now..what the hell should I do..?!
'Calm yourself.'
His eyes turned scarlet red.
All right Hora, I'll play along with this game of yours, just until I can find a way to wipe you off the chessboard.
A subtle, near sinister smile crept on his face, and he bore a look of confidence.
''Actually,' he said as he suddenly got up.
''I've managed to piece most of it together myself, my only question therefore...''
His voice sounded somewhat different yet the same.
''Is why you have yet to consume my soul?'' After all the Pactum Infernus wasn't intended for me, it was meant for that old man, a typical alchemist of his time. I don't have to pay your damnation price for immortality for obvious reasons, so tell me, why didn't you just end this 'contract' of ours?''[/quote]

She stopped typing, and pushed her chairback, she smiled slyly; "Does the Rabbit ask the Fox, why hath thou not consumed me?" she laughed, before she turned, noticing Damien's eyes, "I might not look it, but your time here, in this city, has made my hunger greater then it has been in the last decade. If it wasn't for a meal being on it's way," her eyes too were turning red as she giggled, "To be told, a contract is binding both ways, though not intended for you it is you, and I am a part of it. Great serv- you know what it's like to have that last sweet in reach, but someone keep denying you it's pleasures?" she was obviously having some issues with her self, her eyes fading from red to amber, and back again, "I had hopped we'd meet under more favorable conditions, but truth be told, you are being hunted." she smiled, I'd forgotten how fun this was, how savoring taste of blood upon the lips-, she frowned, "There are many who would-" her mouth was watering, sedating him now would be almost impossible with out resistance., "I've been staying with you, ever since that day, I've been your shadow, your reflection, that woman on the ship, Klemetzu, I essentially dragged you out of the Great Lake, and you ask why?" You never should have skipped the main course "If I said love, you'd probably not understand. What you might understand is that a third party is currently denying me the capacity to end the contract." A party insane enough to let wolves watch over sheep. "Are you saying your ready to end this arrangement, after so many years of my protection? I've guarded you like a son, more like a younger brother really. I've done so much for your service, even when I ask for thanks you don't bother to give it. Your entire time here, since you spoke with that null spawn they call Savior, you've been hounded by Tiste of all breeds. That 'friend' Williem of yours, was far more a danger to you then you realized. I'm the only thing standing in the way of them, and your soul, yet you ask me why? Though don't realize it you, and I are on the same side."

The door knocked; "Clemet, your towels are ready."

She turned to Damien and used her Telepathy; So, what shall it be? Will you toss me aside, or now knowingly accept my aid? I'm the only friend from the other side you have.

[Harbertia]

Alexandra
After finding the apartment more than suitable for her needs, Alexandra thanked Terra.

"Thank you. You been very generous to me... Even after I told you about myself. I hope to call you my friend. I think Hiro seemed to like you well enough. I don't know. He is difficult to read sometimes, but thank you anyway. If you ever need me for any reason, I'll be here. That is if I can get this apartment, but you know what I mean," Alexandra said fading off. She was frowning, but she looked slightly troubled, drowsy maybe, as she spoke and her green eyes had a certain weariness to them.

Terra

"Yes, he has a lot on his mind, and if you need anything I'll be across the hall, until then your free to stay over, Amelia's still in the mood for smoors." Terra smiled, she could tell something was troubling Alexandra; "Your still thinking about what happened back at Joes'?" she frowned a little, showing her concern.

[Islamic Republic e Jariri]

tap tap tap tap
The student leaned back from the computer; "I wouldn't do that if I where you, a pleasure though it may be that you are finally awake," she turned to face him, "being another victim is not on my Itinerary." She said holding up a brochure, she turned back to the computer, "You have many questions, a lot of fear, fear is often the mind killer. If you want knowledge I'm ready to respond, for starters, you can thank me."

Dammit! What now..what the hell should I do..?!
'Calm yourself.'
His eyes turned scarlet red.
All right Hora, I'll play along with this game of yours, just until I can find a way to wipe you off the chessboard.
A subtle, near sinister smile crept on his face, and he bore a look of confidence.
''Actually,' he said as he suddenly got up.
''I've managed to piece most of it together myself, my only question therefore...''
His voice sounded somewhat different yet the same.
''Is why you have yet to consume my soul?'' After all the Pactum Infernus wasn't intended for me, it was meant for that old man, a typical alchemist of his time. I don't have to pay your damnation price for immortality for obvious reasons, so tell me, why didn't you just end this 'contract' of ours?''

She stopped typing, and pushed her chairback, she smiled slyly; "Does the Rabbit ask the Fox, why hath thou not consumed me?" she laughed, before she turned, noticing Damien's eyes, "I might not look it, but your time here, in this city, has made my hunger greater then it has been in the last decade. If it wasn't for a meal being on it's way," her eyes too were turning red as she giggled, "To be told, a contract is binding both ways, though not intended for you it is you, and I am a part of it. Great serv- you know what it's like to have that last sweet in reach, but someone keep denying you it's pleasures?" she was obviously having some issues with her self, her eyes fading from red to amber, and back again, "I had hopped we'd meet under more favorable conditions, but truth be told, you are being hunted." she smiled, I'd forgotten how fun this was, how savoring taste of blood upon the lips-, she frowned, "There are many who would-" her mouth was watering, sedating him now would be almost impossible with out resistance., "I've been staying with you, ever since that day, I've been your shadow, your reflection, that woman on the ship, Klemetzu, I essentially dragged you out of the Great Lake, and you ask why?" You never should have skipped the main course "If I said love, you'd probably not understand. What you might understand is that a third party is currently denying me the capacity to end the contract." A party insane enough to let wolves watch over sheep. "Are you saying your ready to end this arrangement, after so many years of my protection? I've guarded you like a son, more like a younger brother really. I've done so much for your service, even when I ask for thanks you don't bother to give it. Your entire time here, since you spoke with that null spawn they call Savior, you've been hounded by Tiste of all breeds. That 'friend' Williem of yours, was far more a danger to you then you realized. I'm the only thing standing in the way of them, and your soul, yet you ask me why? Though don't realize it you, and I are on the same side."

The door knocked; "Clemet, your towels are ready."

She turned to Damien and used her Telepathy; So, what shall it be? Will you toss me aside, or now knowingly accept my aid? I'm the only friend from the other side you have.[/quote]

A look of annoyance flashed on his face and his scarlet eyes narrowed.
''You enjoy acting all poetic as such? I may be a rabbit but believe me, Mrs Fox, I can go Wolf if I wanted to. Do you truly know of what power I'm capable of if I hold anything that bears the slightest resemblance to the blade?''

That power against the tistes, against the other immortals, that mystical mastery of the blade embedded inside me all those centuries ago..



He looked at the fountain pen, more specifically at its sharp piercing edge. The Durragan, he could use it...

''And I don't have any so called 'friends' not even Anthony, he's just worthless old pawn to me. As for William, I can't say I have any reason to hate him, but I never considered him a friend, we are acquaintances at best..''

He noticed something abnormal in Salvia's eyes.
The hunger...
He chuckled. ''Were you simply fermenting it for a while before you could consume it?''
''I can take care of myself, just as I have believed I have always had.''
''This mixture of motherly and sisterly love is beyond my mental comprehension, I lost such feelings of love a long time ago, I'm barely even human any more. You must have a rather twisted sense of friendship and protection, after all, just look at me. I've been beheaded, burned, crucified, buried alive, placed in several iron maidens, hung, tarred and feathered, and so much more humiliation that grew the darkness within my soul and fueled my hatred for this insidious world, an apocalypse might as well happen and take us all with it!
And we are not on the same side, I know how Horas think, and I won't allow myself to be manipulated and used like a tool for your own trivial vengeance against this insidious world.''
He looked at the door and proceeded to leave.
''If you try to stop me, I'll scream,'' he said as he approached the door.
And I dare you to try to sedate me for the 3rd time..
''Enjoy your life as you like it whilst it lasts as it is.''

[Harbertia]

Dammit! What now..what the hell should I do..?!
'Calm yourself.'
His eyes turned scarlet red.
All right Hora, I'll play along with this game of yours, just until I can find a way to wipe you off the chessboard.
A subtle, near sinister smile crept on his face, and he bore a look of confidence.
''Actually,' he said as he suddenly got up.
''I've managed to piece most of it together myself, my only question therefore...''
His voice sounded somewhat different yet the same.
''Is why you have yet to consume my soul?'' After all the Pactum Infernus wasn't intended for me, it was meant for that old man, a typical alchemist of his time. I don't have to pay your damnation price for immortality for obvious reasons, so tell me, why didn't you just end this 'contract' of ours?''

She stopped typing, and pushed her chairback, she smiled slyly; "Does the Rabbit ask the Fox, why hath thou not consumed me?" she laughed, before she turned, noticing Damien's eyes, "I might not look it, but your time here, in this city, has made my hunger greater then it has been in the last decade. If it wasn't for a meal being on it's way," her eyes too were turning red as she giggled, "To be told, a contract is binding both ways, though not intended for you it is you, and I am a part of it. Great serv- you know what it's like to have that last sweet in reach, but someone keep denying you it's pleasures?" she was obviously having some issues with her self, her eyes fading from red to amber, and back again, "I had hopped we'd meet under more favorable conditions, but truth be told, you are being hunted." she smiled, I'd forgotten how fun this was, how savoring taste of blood upon the lips-, she frowned, "There are many who would-" her mouth was watering, sedating him now would be almost impossible with out resistance., "I've been staying with you, ever since that day, I've been your shadow, your reflection, that woman on the ship, Klemetzu, I essentially dragged you out of the Great Lake, and you ask why?" You never should have skipped the main course "If I said love, you'd probably not understand. What you might understand is that a third party is currently denying me the capacity to end the contract." A party insane enough to let wolves watch over sheep. "Are you saying your ready to end this arrangement, after so many years of my protection? I've guarded you like a son, more like a younger brother really. I've done so much for your service, even when I ask for thanks you don't bother to give it. Your entire time here, since you spoke with that null spawn they call Savior, you've been hounded by Tiste of all breeds. That 'friend' Williem of yours, was far more a danger to you then you realized. I'm the only thing standing in the way of them, and your soul, yet you ask me why? Though don't realize it you, and I are on the same side."

The door knocked; "Clemet, your towels are ready."

She turned to Damien and used her Telepathy; So, what shall it be? Will you toss me aside, or now knowingly accept my aid? I'm the only friend from the other side you have.

A look of annoyance flashed on his face and his scarlet eyes narrowed.
''You enjoy acting all poetic as such? I may be a rabbit but believe me, Mrs Fox, I can go Wolf if I wanted to. Do you truly know of what power I'm capable of if I hold anything that bears the slightest resemblance to the blade?''

That power against the tistes, against the other immortals, that mystical mastery of the blade embedded inside me all those centuries ago..



He looked at the fountain pen, more specifically at its sharp piercing edge. The Durragan, he could use it...

''And I don't have any so called 'friends' not even Anthony, he's just worthless old pawn to me. As for William, I can't say I have any reason to hate him, but I never considered him a friend, we are acquaintances at best..''

He noticed something abnormal in Salvia's eyes.
The hunger...
He chuckled. ''Were you simply fermenting it for a while before you could consume it?''
''I can take care of myself, just as I have believed I have always had.''
''This mixture of motherly and sisterly love is beyond my mental comprehension, I lost such feelings of love a long time ago, I barely even human any more. You must have a rather twisted sense of friendship and protection, after all, just look at me. I've been beheaded, burned, crucified, buried alive, placed in several iron maidens, hung, tarred and feathered, and so much more humiliation that grew the darkness within my soul and fueled my hatred for this insidious world, an apocalypse might as well happen and take us all with it!
And we are not on the same side, I know how Horas think, and I won't allow myself to be manipulated and used like a tool for your own trivial vengeance against the insidious world.''
He looked at the door and proceeded to leave.
''If you try to stop me, I'll scream,'' he said as he approached the door.
And I dare you to try to sedate me for the 3rd time..
''Enjoy your life as you like it whilst it lasts.''[/quote]

Her form dissipated again as she rushed into him, he was after all a rather familiar suit. Deamien opened the door.

The proper term child, is Vixen she said in a fading thought.

The Bell boy looked sort of stunned.

"Oh, I, I thought I heard your sister, are you ok? She seemed rather-"

Deamien spoke with a British accent, like a poor orphan boy;
"I'm fine, thanks for the towels, the fever's been getting much worse. Do you mind bringing them in for me?" Deamien put his hand on his head, "I'm feeling rather drowsy."

"Of course, I'll just place," the Bell Boy stepped inside, meanwhile deep in Deamien's very being Damien felt awake but not awake, before him floated an Angelic form, the Hora as he has seen back in the Nether, who he tried to distract hell spawn from attacking. She spoke and around him was a child like voice, he was almost chained it would seem, the very chains that had connected him to his body back in the Nether. She seemed to be telling some sad story, the voice, was that him?

"... Thanks, I'll tell her blessed, sir. Your a good person."

Footsteps, then a door closing.

You may remove your soul fragment from him if you wish, but he will continue to be tied to the parchment until I or the fates decide otherwise.

Salvia looked down at the chained child; "I usually don't allow you this view, but what better place to talk then your own collected center." she twirled a blood red gem before her, that seemed to lower it's self from an unseen ceiling. "I've spoke with Death, she is who keeps me from forfilling my desire to end our contract." the gem began to vanish, as Damien rattled with pain, his chains weakening. She stopped, "Now, I've asked my self, what does Death mean when she says I may take my fragment, this Gem before you, yet that the contract will not be broken? At which point I am reminded that she holds part of my soul, she wants you alive, breaking your immortality- I'm sure your aware of what that would do."

Pain again rattled him,

"Your not looking sickly enough," she seemed to grow stronger, "You actually have quite a lot of energy to spare," she smiled, "Zoras was right, your soul is very sweet, toxified by my own presence. Now, love, can not be forced, I have no intentions of doing so. Which is why I think it best if we chat, without," she tossed the red gem in the air allowing it to levitate, "my self getting in the way."

The sound of sheets moving filled the void, "I think we shall enter a dream state, you shall again be free to move as you please, so that we may chat on a more level ground.

The area changed to a green meadow, Salvia became garbed in 18th century attire, papers about the Order flew in the air as the meadow became ran though with a train track, a table appeared in which Damien was sitting, opposite Salvia, as both were tended by an Indian waiter. "For starters, I am Salvia Clemet, your father, and I were business associates. It is because of me that you have lived long enough to be one of the few people old enough to remember moments like these, when the Order first began to take hold in Europe." The waiter poured some spice tea, "Thank you Raj, that will be all."

"Certainty madame." he said with a bow as he took his leave.

[Islamic Republic e Jariri]

She stopped typing, and pushed her chairback, she smiled slyly; "Does the Rabbit ask the Fox, why hath thou not consumed me?" she laughed, before she turned, noticing Damien's eyes, "I might not look it, but your time here, in this city, has made my hunger greater then it has been in the last decade. If it wasn't for a meal being on it's way," her eyes too were turning red as she giggled, "To be told, a contract is binding both ways, though not intended for you it is you, and I am a part of it. Great serv- you know what it's like to have that last sweet in reach, but someone keep denying you it's pleasures?" she was obviously having some issues with her self, her eyes fading from red to amber, and back again, "I had hopped we'd meet under more favorable conditions, but truth be told, you are being hunted." she smiled, I'd forgotten how fun this was, how savoring taste of blood upon the lips-, she frowned, "There are many who would-" her mouth was watering, sedating him now would be almost impossible with out resistance., "I've been staying with you, ever since that day, I've been your shadow, your reflection, that woman on the ship, Klemetzu, I essentially dragged you out of the Great Lake, and you ask why?" You never should have skipped the main course "If I said love, you'd probably not understand. What you might understand is that a third party is currently denying me the capacity to end the contract." A party insane enough to let wolves watch over sheep. "Are you saying your ready to end this arrangement, after so many years of my protection? I've guarded you like a son, more like a younger brother really. I've done so much for your service, even when I ask for thanks you don't bother to give it. Your entire time here, since you spoke with that null spawn they call Savior, you've been hounded by Tiste of all breeds. That 'friend' Williem of yours, was far more a danger to you then you realized. I'm the only thing standing in the way of them, and your soul, yet you ask me why? Though don't realize it you, and I are on the same side."

The door knocked; "Clemet, your towels are ready."

She turned to Damien and used her Telepathy; So, what shall it be? Will you toss me aside, or now knowingly accept my aid? I'm the only friend from the other side you have.

A look of annoyance flashed on his face and his scarlet eyes narrowed.
''You enjoy acting all poetic as such? I may be a rabbit but believe me, Mrs Fox, I can go Wolf if I wanted to. Do you truly know of what power I'm capable of if I hold anything that bears the slightest resemblance to the blade?''

That power against the tistes, against the other immortals, that mystical mastery of the blade embedded inside me all those centuries ago..



He looked at the fountain pen, more specifically at its sharp piercing edge. The Durragan, he could use it...

''And I don't have any so called 'friends' not even Anthony, he's just worthless old pawn to me. As for William, I can't say I have any reason to hate him, but I never considered him a friend, we are acquaintances at best..''

He noticed something abnormal in Salvia's eyes.
The hunger...
He chuckled. ''Were you simply fermenting it for a while before you could consume it?''
''I can take care of myself, just as I have believed I have always had.''
''This mixture of motherly and sisterly love is beyond my mental comprehension, I lost such feelings of love a long time ago, I barely even human any more. You must have a rather twisted sense of friendship and protection, after all, just look at me. I've been beheaded, burned, crucified, buried alive, placed in several iron maidens, hung, tarred and feathered, and so much more humiliation that grew the darkness within my soul and fueled my hatred for this insidious world, an apocalypse might as well happen and take us all with it!
And we are not on the same side, I know how Horas think, and I won't allow myself to be manipulated and used like a tool for your own trivial vengeance against the insidious world.''
He looked at the door and proceeded to leave.
''If you try to stop me, I'll scream,'' he said as he approached the door.
And I dare you to try to sedate me for the 3rd time..
''Enjoy your life as you like it whilst it lasts.''

Her form dissipated again as she rushed into him, he was after all a rather familiar suit. Deamien opened the door.

The proper term child, is Vixen she said in a fading thought.

The Bell boy looked sort of stunned.

"Oh, I, I thought I heard your sister, are you ok? She seemed rather-"

Deamien spoke with a British accent, like a poor orphan boy;
"I'm fine, thanks for the towels, the fever's been getting much worse. Do you mind bringing them in for me?" Deamien put his hand on his head, "I'm feeling rather drowsy."

"Of course, I'll just place," the Bell Boy stepped inside, meanwhile deep in Deamien's very being Damien felt awake but not awake, before him floated an Angelic form, the Hora as he has seen back in the Nether, who he tried to distract hell spawn from attacking. She spoke and around him was a child like voice, he was almost chained it would seem, the very chains that had connected him to his body back in the Nether. She seemed to be telling some sad story, the voice, was that him?

"... Thanks, I'll tell her blessed, sir. Your a good person."

Footsteps, then a door closing.

You may remove your soul fragment from him if you wish, but he will continue to be tied to the parchment until I or the fates decide otherwise.

Salvia looked down at the chained child; "I usually don't allow you this view, but what better place to talk then your own collected center." she twirled a blood red gem before her, that seemed to lower it's self from an unseen ceiling. "I've spoke with Death, she is who keeps me from forfilling my desire to end our contract." the gem began to vanish, as Damien rattled with pain, his chains weakening. She stopped, "Now, I've asked my self, what does Death mean when she says I may take my fragment, this Gem before you, yet that the contract will not be broken? At which point I am reminded that she holds part of my soul, she wants you alive, breaking your immortality- I'm sure your aware of what that would do."

Pain again rattled him,

"Your not looking sickly enough," she seemed to grow stronger, "You actually have quite a lot of energy to spare," she smiled, "Zoras was right, your soul is very sweet, toxified by my own presence. Now, love, can not be forced, I have no intentions of doing so. Which is why I think it best if we chat, without," she tossed the red gem in the air allowing it to levitate, "my self getting in the way."

The sound of sheets moving filled the void, "I think we shall enter a dream state, you shall again be free to move as you please, so that we may chat on a more level ground.

The area changed to a green meadow, Salvia became garbed in 18th century attire, papers about the Order flew in the air as the meadow became ran though with a train track, a table appeared in which Damien was sitting, opposite Salvia, as both were tended by an Indian waiter. "For starters, I am Salvia Clemet, your father, and I were business associates. It is because of me that you have lived long enough to be one of the few people old enough to remember moments like these, when the Order first began to take hold in Europe." The waiter poured some spice tea, "Thank you Raj, that will be all."

"Certainty madame." he said with a bow as he took his leave.[/quote]

Damien sat there, frozen by what had just happened.
So she can control my very being...dammit..
He regained his composure.
''Death...'' he said to himself as he stared at his reflection at the spiced tea. ''So you did interfere when you had the chance to bend the rules..''
He smiled and looked at Salvia.
I think she's literally insane, probably more insane than I am..
''Huh, my father, the head of my family estate, we made much of our fortune by selling opium to Asia, particularly the Far East. And somehow he became engrossed with the idea of immortality, left poor mother dying at home whilst he went off to North Africa in search for something...you..''
His gaze met directly with her eyes.
''You were going to damn me and my sisters, and our own descendants, though in compromise it must have been a very powerful form of immortality you were offering evidently. And there I was, a child, in my father's lab, when the elixir spoke to me and told me that I would become wise of the world if I drank it. And I was just a kid so I drank it, and I felt half dead the moment I did so. He found out that I drank it..''
He began to clutch his fists in anger.
''And locked me away in a dark cellar for who knows how long. While I was in there, the elixir began to take effect, I initially felt extremely weak and blacked out often. Then my limbs would involuntarily twist and break themselves and I would cough out whatever mortal blood remained inside me. But then, everything fixed itself and I felt 'wise' just like your elixir said I would.''
''But I've been thinking, my immortality is not your soul fragment but the elixir, or the Philosophers Stone itself, that soul fragment is only a safety check to keep me in place and to end me if I ever requested to be ended. And so..''
His eyes turned scarlet red once more.
''So if I were to...'' He stopped briefly before resuming again.
''You know what? Nevermind..''

[Harbertia]

A look of annoyance flashed on his face and his scarlet eyes narrowed.
''You enjoy acting all poetic as such? I may be a rabbit but believe me, Mrs Fox, I can go Wolf if I wanted to. Do you truly know of what power I'm capable of if I hold anything that bears the slightest resemblance to the blade?''

That power against the tistes, against the other immortals, that mystical mastery of the blade embedded inside me all those centuries ago..

(Image)

He looked at the fountain pen, more specifically at its sharp piercing edge. The Durragan, he could use it...

''And I don't have any so called 'friends' not even Anthony, he's just worthless old pawn to me. As for William, I can't say I have any reason to hate him, but I never considered him a friend, we are acquaintances at best..''

He noticed something abnormal in Salvia's eyes.
The hunger...
He chuckled. ''Were you simply fermenting it for a while before you could consume it?''
''I can take care of myself, just as I have believed I have always had.''
''This mixture of motherly and sisterly love is beyond my mental comprehension, I lost such feelings of love a long time ago, I barely even human any more. You must have a rather twisted sense of friendship and protection, after all, just look at me. I've been beheaded, burned, crucified, buried alive, placed in several iron maidens, hung, tarred and feathered, and so much more humiliation that grew the darkness within my soul and fueled my hatred for this insidious world, an apocalypse might as well happen and take us all with it!
And we are not on the same side, I know how Horas think, and I won't allow myself to be manipulated and used like a tool for your own trivial vengeance against the insidious world.''
He looked at the door and proceeded to leave.
''If you try to stop me, I'll scream,'' he said as he approached the door.
And I dare you to try to sedate me for the 3rd time..
''Enjoy your life as you like it whilst it lasts.''

Her form dissipated again as she rushed into him, he was after all a rather familiar suit. Deamien opened the door.

The proper term child, is Vixen she said in a fading thought.

The Bell boy looked sort of stunned.

"Oh, I, I thought I heard your sister, are you ok? She seemed rather-"

Deamien spoke with a British accent, like a poor orphan boy;
"I'm fine, thanks for the towels, the fever's been getting much worse. Do you mind bringing them in for me?" Deamien put his hand on his head, "I'm feeling rather drowsy."

"Of course, I'll just place," the Bell Boy stepped inside, meanwhile deep in Deamien's very being Damien felt awake but not awake, before him floated an Angelic form, the Hora as he has seen back in the Nether, who he tried to distract hell spawn from attacking. She spoke and around him was a child like voice, he was almost chained it would seem, the very chains that had connected him to his body back in the Nether. She seemed to be telling some sad story, the voice, was that him?

"... Thanks, I'll tell her blessed, sir. Your a good person."

Footsteps, then a door closing.

You may remove your soul fragment from him if you wish, but he will continue to be tied to the parchment until I or the fates decide otherwise.

Salvia looked down at the chained child; "I usually don't allow you this view, but what better place to talk then your own collected center." she twirled a blood red gem before her, that seemed to lower it's self from an unseen ceiling. "I've spoke with Death, she is who keeps me from forfilling my desire to end our contract." the gem began to vanish, as Damien rattled with pain, his chains weakening. She stopped, "Now, I've asked my self, what does Death mean when she says I may take my fragment, this Gem before you, yet that the contract will not be broken? At which point I am reminded that she holds part of my soul, she wants you alive, breaking your immortality- I'm sure your aware of what that would do."

Pain again rattled him,

"Your not looking sickly enough," she seemed to grow stronger, "You actually have quite a lot of energy to spare," she smiled, "Zoras was right, your soul is very sweet, toxified by my own presence. Now, love, can not be forced, I have no intentions of doing so. Which is why I think it best if we chat, without," she tossed the red gem in the air allowing it to levitate, "my self getting in the way."

The sound of sheets moving filled the void, "I think we shall enter a dream state, you shall again be free to move as you please, so that we may chat on a more level ground.

The area changed to a green meadow, Salvia became garbed in 18th century attire, papers about the Order flew in the air as the meadow became ran though with a train track, a table appeared in which Damien was sitting, opposite Salvia, as both were tended by an Indian waiter. "For starters, I am Salvia Clemet, your father, and I were business associates. It is because of me that you have lived long enough to be one of the few people old enough to remember moments like these, when the Order first began to take hold in Europe." The waiter poured some spice tea, "Thank you Raj, that will be all."

"Certainty madame." he said with a bow as he took his leave.

Damien sat there, frozen by what had just happened.
So she can control my very being...dammit..
He regained his composure.
''Death...'' he said to himself as he stared at his reflection at the spiced tea. ''So you did interfere when you had the chance to bend the rules..''
He smiled and looked at Salvia.
I think she's literally insane, probably more insane than I am..
''Huh, my father, the head of my family estate, we made much of our fortune by selling opium to Asia, particularly the Far East. And somehow he became engrossed with the idea of immortality, left poor mother dying at home whilst he went off to North Africa in search for something...you..''
His gaze met directly with her eyes.
''You were going to damn me and my sisters, and our own descendants, though in compromise it must have been a very powerful form of immortality you were offering evidently. And there I was, a child, in my father's lab, when the elixir spoke to me and told me that I would become wise of the world if I drank it. And I was just a kid so I drank it, and I felt half dead the moment I did so. He found out that I drank it..''
He began to clutch his fists in anger.
''And locked me away in a dark cellar for who knows how long. While I was in there, the elixir began to take effect, I initially felt extremely weak and blacked out often. Then my limbs would involuntarily twist and break themselves and I would cough out whatever mortal blood remained inside me. But then, everything fixed itself and I felt 'wise' just like your elixir said I would.''
''But I've been thinking, my immortality is not your soul fragment but the elixir, or the Philosophers Stone itself, that soul fragment is only a safety check to keep me in place and to end me if I ever requested to be ended. And so..''
His eyes turned scarlet red once more.
''If I were to...you know what? Nevermind..''[/quote]

Salvia was intrigued, "I too have been giving thought, as I took part of the fragment only moments ago it hit me, as your words have said, a safty switch. Why should it matter if Death holds a part of it, when that which is present is that which is doing the work. I think I have solved her riddle, though she is mistaken. Ah, good Morning Mosely."

"Good evening, mind if I take a seat."

"Not at all please, and you as well Tiberious."

The Roman took his place, "Ah forever shall you be my Clementia."

"Oh Ti, please." She turned again to Damien, "Her actions change nothing the switch is here, no bonds are broken," she held up a ringed finger in which the gem rested. "All I need to do is pull it, and you would fall into dust, all Death has done, is made it a task to find her, and reclaim my own. Really all she has is blackmail. If you think some Janji fruit, and water with silver phosphate is giving your immortality, you are sadly mistaken. I still hold your life in my hands young master. Now with that clarified, I would very much prefer to speak to you, rather then my self. Talking to ones self is often a sign of insanity, don't you agree Mosely?"

"Indeed, their is no question."

"You always were are favorite physician." she turned to Damien, "Now, why can't we have a friendly chat, like we did in the Library, didn't I give you fair advice? Were you not intrigued? Now, I realized recently, after pulling you from Mer's grasping hand that I was wrong, you are right, it was not you who should have suffered. You know your father spent those months trying to banish me from the household? Yet I felt somewhat as if I, and you had some sort of bond, and we do have a bond. In the past I lose a son, that son was much like you, I wrongly sought to use you as a replacement. During the battle with Demian, I realized this, I want to end your pain, as you say, when you are ready, you simply have to give the word. I have even spoke with Death about this, though she still seems deluded, you would be free to pass on, you signed nothing in blood Damien, you life has always been your own. I know not what the Null spawn said to you, all I know is that your situation, as Death has made clear, is a unique one. I'm only trying to help you, as I have ever tried to help you."

[Harbertia]

Terra
"David!"

Wilson had told her to remain calm, he had said he could handle it, but she couldn't help it. She rushed forward, and clasped onto the captain's nearest leg with tears in her eyes. Wilson couldn't recall what she had said, only that she had begged them not to hurt David. Though it was obvious as she spoke that the Captain was distracted by the pain, though her strength came from her bone structure, and was more suited for lifting things, it still was enough to bring the captain down.

Wilson ran towards the commotion, "Terra no!" he shouted. Then the sound of the farmer cocking a shotgun, pointed at Terra.

Instinct took over as he telekinetically forced the gun out of the farmers hands and into his face. It dropped to the floor and the farmer clutched his bleeding nose, swearing as he stumbled backwards then tripped over.

Several OVP's then took out their guns and pointed them at Wilson, who was at least four meters away from them. The rest either pointed guns at Terra or Dave.

One of the other OVP's prodded Terra with a hunting rifle. "Keep your hands off our Captain you Metahuman scum!"

"Get away from my sister." Dave shouted

"Shut up boy, after we're done with her your next!"

"Bob, their only kids..." One of the others said.

"Who asked you Marc!" he exclaimed then turned to Dave.

He pressed his rifle to Terra's head. "Give the word cap and I can blow out the little freaks brains"

Several had to hold David back, Wilson was desperately looking for an opening to save his sister.

She looked up, at the Captain with tearful eyes that were a deep orange, she was begging for her life, as her body began to change. What had happened next was a shock to all;

"SWEAT MOTHER OF JAL!" *BANG* BANG*

Her screams turned into a roar

Present
Wilson had much work to do.

[Charmera]

Wilson ran towards the commotion, "Terra no!" he shouted. Then the sound of the farmer cocking a shotgun, pointed at Terra.

Instinct took over as he telekinetically forced the gun out of the farmers hands and into his face. It dropped to the floor and the farmer clutched his bleeding nose, swearing as he stumbled backwards then tripped over.

Several OVP's then took out their guns and pointed them at Wilson, who was at least four meters away from them. The rest either pointed guns at Terra or Dave.

One of the other OVP's prodded Terra with a hunting rifle. "Keep your hands off our Captain you Metahuman scum!"

"Get away from my sister." Dave shouted

"Shut up boy, after we're done with her your next!"

"Bob, their only kids..." One of the others said.

"Who asked you Marc!" he exclaimed then turned to Dave.

He pressed his rifle to Terra's head. "Give the word cap and I can blow out the little freaks brains"

Several had to hold David back, Wilson was desperately looking for an opening to save his sister.

She looked up, at the Captain with tearful eyes that were a deep orange, she was begging for her life, as her body began to change. What had happened next was a shock to all;

"SWEAT MOTHER OF JAL!" *BANG* BANG*

Her screams turned into a roar

Present
Wilson had much work to do.

Present Day, Wilson Wilkins
WIlson shuddered at that memory as he entered the Path HQ. It was an old abandoned warehouse somewhere near the water, it was one of many hideouts the Path had. He turned into a room which had once been some sort of filling room, it now served as his office. He never remembered fully what happened next in that memory, to him it was but a mess of blood, bodies and...the beast. Though the last would haunt him

David however, never forgot a single moment, having nightmares of it every night, it changed him, though he tried to pretend nothing happened. WIlson couldn't sleep much after that day, the beast put him on edge. He still loved Terra as a sister, but was always extremely cautious around her, trying to make sure she didn't turn...

"Sir, I think you should see this." Said a High Acoylte, his face obscured by the Path Mask, he was holding a laptop.

Before he had entered the building Wilson had activated his Illusionary armour. He nodded and the Acoylte bowed and put the laptop on his desk. Wilson then hit the play button and watched.

News

The council has approved of the creation of the Special Apprehension Unit as proposed by Unity Party committee members, with collaboration with Commissioner Bakers. The unit is to be equipped with special equipment for tackling 'criminals of extraordinary capabilities, such as the menace Tidebringer. To enhance the unites capabilities the police force will be accepting metahumans, for the first time, into this unit. The SAU has been approved by Bruce Jordon. The unit was created as part of the United Security Act which has also increased the budget of the law enforcing body. the SAU is a sub-unit of the SWAT, and has been given exceptional freedom in combating such threats to the public safety.

Creation of the Cold Harbor Labor Front Initiative is to be presented to the Council this following morning, in latter news we head to the east side where residence claim to have seen among other things Mermaids, and blob monsters, now over to Benny with the weather.

"This could present a problem, see to it we gain info on all that enter this SAU, and find ways of countering them. In the mean time, we need to send a message, one the city will not soon forget. One that says we are still here and we are not going away" Wilson said

"What do you have in mind sir?" Asked a Purple robed Seeker, curiously.

"We shall capture one of these Unity members. The Order puppets will not be able to ignore us if we have one of their own. Then we send a list of impossible demands, while their chasing that wild goose, we can work on another operation."

Wilson smiled under the mask as he showed them the layout of the Cold Harbour Police Station.

"Were going to make sure that when we attack Cold Harbour, they will be too weak to retaliate."

[Personal Freedom]

Alexandra
After finding the apartment more than suitable for her needs, Alexandra thanked Terra.

"Thank you. You been very generous to me... Even after I told you about myself. I hope to call you my friend. I think Hiro seemed to like you well enough. I don't know. He is difficult to read sometimes, but thank you anyway. If you ever need me for any reason, I'll be here. That is if I can get this apartment, but you know what I mean," Alexandra said fading off. She was frowning, but she looked slightly troubled, drowsy maybe, as she spoke and her green eyes had a certain weariness to them.

Terra

"Yes, he has a lot on his mind, and if you need anything I'll be across the hall, until then your free to stay over, Amelia's still in the mood for smoors." Terra smiled, she could tell something was troubling Alexandra; "Your still thinking about what happened back at Joes'?" she frowned a little, showing her concern.

"It's nothing... I'm just sorry if I offended you in any way. I was just thinking about Hiro and Manns Harbor and I probably should stop. I'm going to call the number to rent this the apartment then I'll be over. The next thing I have to do is get my car and find a job, but that is for another day's work," Alexandra said and smiled.

"I'll be over soon. I don't want to keep Amelia waiting, now, do I? I hope to read some of your writing, and maybe we can speak freely. I imagine we both have problems we can help eachother out with. I'll be over in a few minutes. Bye."