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Lorenzo pulled Tovah into a more powerful embrace, cradling her delicate body as he held out one hand.

"She is marked Incubus, you know the rules. Once marked, she cannot be taken by another. Suck on something else, low-level." Lorenzo's hand burned black and wisped into curls of rich black smoke that seemed to mimic a calm fire.

As he did so, his gentle green eyes moved to Tovah, and he placed a kiss upon her light hair.
"You will be safe from him, I promise."

"Low-Level!? Your a fool for under estimating me!" Jarose said as his skin began to turn black and his legs began to tun into threads of black and smoke alike. He then said. "I know the rules and even if she is marked... Couldn't you let it go just once for a fellow Incubus starving for a creamy spirit such as hers? I promise I wont hurt her." In a serious and aggrevated tone. "Or else I well show you that even though you may be somewhat of a god of an incubus there are some that are unknown to the eyes of many... But even they know that their power is there!" He said in an aggrevated voice.

His hair began to flow in somewhat of an inky black smoke and his body began to fade into a more black smoke. Half way through the smoke transformation he stopped and said. "Well would you rather help a fellow Incubus out or would you rather fight for a spirit though even you know that you had plenty of those. I can tell because you arn't as lusting for a spirit as I am... Now I have no problem getting girls... But I couldn't find any on my way down the street... So what do you say?" Jarose said in a calm voice.

Tovah was confused -- Lorenzo had said she was marked by something, or with something. Incubus ... Ward must've been one. But he never took my soul .. did he? And this new guy wanted a creamy spirit? Tov shrugged, and accepted the compliment. But would the two fight for her?

Jarose looked at the girl and licked his lips again. His almost perfect body began to shine as he looked at her like a Suculant morsal. He gazed at her melted marshmellow creamy skin with a shine in his eyes. Jarose wanted her to himself, her creamy skin color attracted him somehow and her legs were calling him. But most of all, her spirit and soul both seemed entwined with an edible taste. Jarose then went back to his almost perfect body form and said. "Excuse me miss but..." Jarose turned into black threads and appeard behind her and put his titan perfect lips next to her ear and finished the sentence with. "You areto good for a fool like this... I can make you feel like a real lady." He finished his sentence in his seductive soft voice.

Lorenzo loosened his grip from Tovah's waist, letting one arm form a long black mass of smoke.

"You would make her feel like a real woman by draining her of life from her lips? Damned be it, but I am kinder than you, not as monstrous and destructive. I promised Ward to look after this one. She is mine for mark, if nothing more." He growled. Ward had been his brother, and since Ward had sacrificed himself to a Vigilant, some odd bit of time ago, Lorenzo had made it his prime duty to fulfill his promise, which was to protect Tovah.

The black arm swung out at Jarose, and seemed like a black tidal wave as Lorenzo reformed his arm and lifted Tovah by the waist.
"Trust me, you are safest under my control." He whispered in her ear, kissing her neck softly before bursting into an inhuman race down the steps of the apartment complex.
As soon as Damon's Poppet Lexi was in sight, Lorenzo called forth.

"Damon, release the Poppet, I need your service!" Lorenzo called.

Lexi's body began to shake, turning a smooth tan and her hair returning to it's chocolate tone falling down her back. She wheezed for a short moment, before Damon appeared and caught her in his arms. He laid the Poppet down, and then looked at the Vigilant, the other Poppet, Raiya, and Tovah.

"Damon, protect Tovah, you remember my promise to Ward." Lorenzo said calmly. Damon nodded, holding his arms out.

"Come girl. I will not hurt you under a demon's law that you are Lorenzo's mark." Damon said calmly. He even threw on a gentle and genuine smile. His broad tan arms wrapped around Tovah's midsection as Lorenzo released her.

Lorenzo nodded, his gaunt Roman face etched with a battle cry that Jarose would soon see..

"Jarose, under the demonic law, a mark is not to be taken by any other. If the demonic law is broken, war shall be made in the Next World." Damon said, speaking of the Astral Level. He pulled Tovah against his hard chest and laid his chin on her shoulder.
"You may want to close your eyes, Lorenzo might be ascending if things get worse."

Lorenzo popped his neck, brushing his hands through his clean black hair resting softly atop his head in a barely lengthened manner. His green eyes were sharper than a thousand bewitched blades in the heat of night. His manner was lost, and he would fight for a promise to a brother long past.

"Jarose, I ask to a duel, do you accept?"

"Wait Lorenzo... There well be a war between demons alike in the next realm if the a marked soul is to be arpproached b another?" He asked in a calm yet aggrevated voice. "If so then I well leave you and the girl unharmed.... But when is the ascension to come?" Jarose said in a growl.

"Fucking demons!" Anton roared, pulling a gun and aiming it towards Ryaia, "Get back here you thunder-cunt!" Letting his finger push down on the trigger, he fired out at her, hoping to hit. He had no time for this, already noticing the present of poppets in the area. Something big was going down and he was stuck here dealing with all of this. Oh joy.

Stepping back, focusing, "Alright you dirty bitch....lets play hard ball....Oh this is going to bite me in the ass in the end" Jumping up he vanished, appearing on the demons back panting, "Oh, It worked! As for you." Pulling out a knife he lunged it into the womans head, looking down and covering his eyes.

Lorenzo looked over Jarose with a slight bit of distaste, but still, if he did not want war, then it was better than him taking Tovah still. Lorenzo uncurled his hard fists, popping his neck before staring down Jarose with sharp green eyes.

"The ascension is in three days. At the strike of midnight, all who know and all who are, will be thrown to the Next World. Our rise is coming, and you will have more souls than you can imagine." Lorenzo said calmly. Turning his head to the sound of a gunshot, he saw Raiya being attacked.

Rolling his eyes, he held out one hand. It became blacker than darkness itself, and leaped forth to wrap at Anton's blade. The black blade halted before striking the back of Raiya's throat, and Lorenzo pulled it so that it would not cut her but was still in Anton's strong Vigilant grip.

"Run Raiya. Leave these humans and Vigilants. We'll have our turn, we'll show them all. In a world of Darkness, the Light shall disperse. When the souls become one, we will be free of this curse."

Lorenzo turned back for Damon, who was being strangely quiet. Taking Tovah in his own grip, he nodded to Damon a thanks.

"Any time Lorenzo." Damon whispered, letting go of the slender beauty for Lorenzo.

Damon turned, and saw Lexi writhing on the ground almost unconscious.
"Stand my Poppet, I never meant you to pull free so soon." He shook his head, black curls falling over his shoulders as his full lips puckered in thought. He lifted Lexi into his broad arms and carried her to a wall, setting her up.

"I must go." He whispered, disappearing into those many black strings.

Lorenzo nodded, and looked down at the beautiful Tovah rich in his grip.
"You are safe with me, Tovah. I will not let harm come to you. You are precious, and more beautiful than Ward's words could have ever done justice." Lorenzo tilted up her chin, and for a minute lingered as though he were to kiss her. His eyes swam through hers, and he finally drew his lips to her cheek, running a warm smooth hand over her shoulder, before letting her go.

"Demons, we must leave. Even you Raiya. Come, the first wave calls for our need. The Poppets elsewhere need instruction. Let us go!" Lorenzo's body burst and he disappeared, to a dark alley with Damon, and many other Incubi and Succubi...

Tov bit her lip as Lorenzo kissed her cheek. She finally felt safe after so long, and now he was dissaperaing. She watched him and Damon with there "popppets" disentregate into the night

Jarose then thought. (Ok he said I would get more souls to eat. I hope they are as delicious looking as that tov girl) with that he dispersed into black smoke and followed the other demons darkness. "So where are we going exactly ?" Jarose asked Damon and Lorenzo in a calm voice.

(sorry I couldn't go on yesterday)

Frank watched the flame surround him and lift him away. -*sigh* here we go...- Frank thought. He struggled to move his arm, only to find that he couldn't. Seeing Anton's move on Ryaia, he managed to say: "Nice stab! I hope your wapons are holy...Bitch, the moment my hands are free, swear you're gonna get it."

Damon and Lorenzo smiled, looking at Jarose.

"We are going to talk. The three of us, four if Raiya shows up, need a plan. When we ascend, the Vigilants gain power too. It is foretold to us by Leviathon." Damon said, brushing his hand in his hair as he dwindled into the shadows.

"Leviathon will make himself known in the Next World as well." Lorenzo smiled and slid back beside Damon, listening to the distant sounds of Poppets and Vigilants in the alley across the street...

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The eight Poppets seemed to yearn up for something as their eyes rolled hard back into their heads. Reaching their hands outward, they lurched over and attacked the two Vigilants like zombies hungry for clean flesh. Sharp human teeth were availed, women's fingernails seemed to claw, and the raw strength was amazing; as they tore at the Vigilants like true puppets on strings.

Sofia's dire mistake was pausing for the briefest of seconds, taking in the fact that the man next to her was five hundred years old. He was probably more skilled with his power than her, and not only that - he also yielded a weapon. In that brief second, Sofia mentally cursed herself for not carrying her bow with her. Manhattan wasn't the best place to be sporting archery equipment, anyway.

In that brief second, though, the Poppets unleash their attack on the two Vigilants, and without a moment to spare Sofia is swarmed by three Poppets. They tear at her body, messing her hair and tattering her clothes. She gasps in surprise, almost falling to the floor and struggling against the three bodies against her. Her lip is busted, sending a thin trail of crimson liquid to dribble down her chin.

"Filthy vermin!" she shouts in a fit of rage, and with that her power is triggered. The Poppets are thrown off of Sofia's body by an invisible force, each thrown into a nearby wall. She cries out again, outraged. She thrusts out her arm, gripping something in the air and violently yanks something invisible to her companions. Milliseconds later, a busted pipe, jagged and sharp at the edge hovers in front of her hand. A flick of her wrist and the pipe is thrust through the body of one of the Poppets.

"Hmm... that would make sense." Jarose answered. As he followed the other two Incubus at high speeds of flight in a black thread and smoke form, he dodged obstacles and ducked under them. He was actually having fun while doing so. Though no one could see it but he had a smile carved on his face as he followed the two more experienced incubus. "Leviathon... The master?" he asked in a soft voice.

The two incubi smiled, looking back at Jarose and shaking their heads. As the clouds twisted by, they hit some invisible boundary that sent them elsewhere, and they appeared atop a tall building at the center of Manhatten's depths. The altitude alone let the wind chill them, and the clouds didn't seem that far overhead now. Furthermore, is that looking downward, and out, one could see the happenings all over. The end of the first wave of ascent...

For as far as the eye could see, lights flickered out, and from the edge of the city moving inward, was a city-wide power outage...

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The Poppets seemed mindless and witless in their tactic, racing and rushing the two Vigilants full force. But soon, silence ensued, as the dark night was proliferated by the loss of city lights.

The Poppets lulled into the shadows, unseen and unheard. Their bones popped and their lips parted for shrill moans as a cloud seemed to crawl over the moon. And as soon as darkness came, the eight Poppets lurched forward, nails sharp and teeth sharper, their tactic being a bit more strategic. And this time, they had their eyes on the woman Vigilant- who seemed to be not as strong as the Scot...

"HAHA THIS IS AWESOME!" jarose yelled from the top of the giant building in the middle of Manhattan. "I know it seems immature but hey I didn't know about all of this" he said in an excited voice. "Look at the view... and look at that vigilant girl about to get beat by the poppets that are down there. Perfect..." Jarose said with a smirk.

Confusion sets over Sofia as darkness creeps over the alleyway. Lights flicker out simultaneously, and the thick cloud rolling over the moon snuffs out the last ray of visage she has left. She can hear the clattering of sharp nails and the shrill screams of the demon Poppets in the darkness.

"What the Hell..." Sofia mutters, unable to see her way in the dark. Her hands are at the ready, but she is unable to see where they are.

"What is going on?" she barks out at the Scot, but she is soon interrupted as all of the Poppets come her way. She screams, being knocked to the floor as they tear at her skin. She flails and struggles, unable to fully grasp her mind's power to get them off.

"Help me!" she manages to scream out, hoping the Vigilant hears her calls.