Tristans side
Tristan was a simple man who owned a bookshop, he loved books. He love the smell of books, the stories in them, and he love reatoring books. He was not someone who cared for money or materialistic things. Tristan also didn’t bullshit around and wasn’t afraid to call anyone out. He was headstrong and a talented mage. Tristan had always known of his magic, his parents practice such and taught him when he showed skills. Tristan was lucky like that, to have parents who raisef him well. They were not perfect by no means, but there could be worse. Tristan … Continue reading Tristans side
The Makeover
Indi led Dorian and Nine to his room. Nine lightly protesting the way. Dorian was hella straight up into this kind of torment, and he hummed under his breath, a perk in his step as though this was just what he needed to get the bad taste of the evening out of his mouth. “So, my sweetest love. Indigo here is an absolute artist, and I can’t help but think you’d make a hell of a man with a bit mor emakeup.” Nine stood there hunched as he watch the two them. Indigo looks and circles “god this hair, its … Continue reading The Makeover
Into bloody Madness part 1
Stahs was exhausted and the last thing just replayed on repeat in his head. Wagner claimed to be his sire, past memories he tried to forget, the vial smashing and the searing pain from it. Stahs stir as murmur no. Bex watched him, the struggle that played out on his features as Stahs wrestled with the memories of what happened. He smoothed his hand through his hair, trying to soothe him as he stirred and murmured no. Stahs continues to stir with regrets. He had the shot and lost it. Had his moment of revenge and he choked and it … Continue reading Into bloody Madness part 1
A Sense of Loss
Virus just walked, he was heading to a specific place. He wanted something, had to have some win. To feel he was good enough. He couldn’t let it go,he walked through the woods to the road he knew, looking to the distance. He was so upset, so angry, so defeated feeling. Virus walks up to the door of the manor and looked up. He thought to knock, but why….instead he move around. It started with breaking through the library window it should end there. So virus moved and went to climb up to do so. Virus made it to the … Continue reading A Sense of Loss
Where it started
Virus saw the warehouse and moved to it. He saw the old black dried goo handprint from last time. He stood there and just furrow his brows. The two followed, watching as he stopped to stare at the handprint from before. After a minute Wagner broke the silence. “Virus?” He asked, reaching to set a hand on his shoulder. Virus stared still at the warehouse “we wish to go for a walk alone” he told them. “Do… you want us to stay here? Should I let them in how you got in before?” Wagner asked. Gears looked at Virus worriedly, … Continue reading Where it started
The Bloody Aftermath at the Manor
Bex fumbled the door once he finally reached Stahs’ room, hissing as his slick fingers made turning the knob difficult. Finally getting it open he carried Stahs to the bath. Stahs was still limp and unmoving, the blood at this point was dry and flaky. Bex carefully lowered him into the tub, fighting down another wave of emotion as he looked at his face and neck again. He swallowed down a sob, looking to the door and yelling, “Fucking hurry up!” Stahs face was bad, real bad. His neck looked bloody, but under the dry blood it had actually healed. … Continue reading The Bloody Aftermath at the Manor
Escape!Go!
Virus moved fast to the lobby and moved to the elevator and looks up it. The other two followed behind him, Wagner coming to a stop beside Virus. “Can you fly up the elevator shaft?” Wagner asked, glancing up the miles long elevator shaft and then back to Virus. Gears caught up a moment later carrying Mariel on his front as he shifted four sturdy wire tendrils with claw like appendages at the ends. Mariel was breathing hard now, panic rising in his chest as he eyed the endless depths of the darkness above them. How far down were they? … Continue reading Escape!Go!
Demon vs Dream Eater
Azazel narrowed his eyes. Something was off he knew it, but couldn’t place it. He look down the hall and then moves to the table and pulls the radio out “Intern where is Virus and 7-2?” He ask. Virus stood there staring at Azazel body and the angel. Everything in him wanted to take the angel destroy, but he wanted far away from Azazel. Oh fuck. Uh. Who the fuck was 7-2? What did the intern sound like? He flipped back through his mind to think of something but instead went with static. A voice chopped up with robotic sounds … Continue reading Demon vs Dream Eater
Need to Escape
Azazel walks Mariel into the surgical bay and points “Theres the sinner, he needs your divine punishment pet. Go show him why you are the divine beauty, the divine wrath.” He told him. Wagner turned his eye toward the voices, tensing in his bonds. Oh fuck, this wasn’t going to be fun. The angel’s armor was still bright and silvery despite its black and sapphire engraving, and he stood looking like a marionette as Azazel’s words sank in. Smiling gently, he stepped forward past the demon towards Wagner, his hands extended in a display of benevolence. “You again. Still sinning. … Continue reading Need to Escape
The Job Of an Angel
Mariel had no idea how long he’d been out, but he knew two things. One, his godsdamned -everything- hurt despite not being injured. He’d healed while he slept and was health-wise good as new, though the pain of the stain on his light was coursing through him and leaving him with an unpleasant pain pinging through his frame. The second thing he knew was that his collar was deactivated still. Sitting up, it took little to will himself into his suit of armor, though the shining silver was accented and engraved with black instead of the usual gold. He frowned, … Continue reading The Job Of an Angel