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Lexi softened her expression to show more of her pain, before hardening it and lifting her face from Ken's grip.

"Because a demon took it." Her voice was cold, empty. She held her finger up, and the black cut upon it had spread like a dangerous spider-bite, but it was still there. She had a feeling, from her cross-dreams, that it would be turning into a mark. An anti-cross. The seal of her true fate.

"Bit my finger, and sucked my soul from my body... I remember that." Lexi sighed, coiling up in her head, trying to escape the fact that she might never be able to love, care, or appreciate again...

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Jake heard a voice, and turned to it. A Scottish voice at that! His blue eyes marked the figure to be etched into his memory, looking over him carefully.

"And another rises. Are you a Vigilant too?" He asked. Jake grinned, watching the man squat beside the dead poppets.
"Because if you are, I think you'd be doing right to honor their wishes- before more, uh, suicide circles pop up." He chuckled heartily, walking towards the other poppets.

There he noticed a young woman, early twenties, a young girl, mid-teens, a young boy, late teens, and a man in his forties or so.
Each had a bullet in their skull, and blood smeared upon their faces... All dead, in a pool of crimson regret.

"Leave?" Tov echoed Anton's words. "Dont tell me you think we should let her go anywhere without any sot of protection. OK, so maybe she's got nothing left to lose not that her soul is gone .. but she needs us. She needs you Anton,"Tovah nodded at him, then turned to Ken. "I had a similar experience like Lexi did, i was seduced by an Incubi; they just do it for your soul. Everything they say, its a lie." Her eyes fill with tears as she whispers, "He never did actually love me. I mean, you."

Growling, "Stop staring at me Ken, I'll pop a bullet right in your ass." He smiled, shifting over more on the bed, "Alright. Let me tell you the story." Anton panting, trying to wake up, rubbing his temples and setting his hand on his chin as he laid on his stomach.

"Many centuries ago, when man first proved himself sinful, demons were born. Lucifer and his closer demons in his high ranks, decided to create a race of demon to exhibit man's most primal and lusty of sins. So Lucifer reached into his chest, and pulled from it, the ashes of damnation.
Leviathon reached into his mouth, and pulled out his tongue- one of great deception.
Venith reached in his waist, and withdrew writhing lust and desire.
And Lucifer plucked from Hell's gate, a beautiful red rose...

These three demons cast these four sacrifices deep into the Inferno's lowest level. There, these things toiled and effervesced, until finally, beings rose from them. These beings. Their bodies were perfect; inflicting desire with just looks alone. They were the epitome of sin, by their lusty action and sultry voices. Their every whim was made by the need for sex and sexual energy.

Thus Lucifer was pleased. He smiled upon them, and wrapped them in heat in the boiler of Hell. There, they were raised to the surface, with the Earthlings...

At first, these beings could only be seen by the ancient gypsies and incarnated angels. And in this form, they could only force themselves into mortal dreams, fulfilling mental fantasies that singed a man/woman's presence until they surrendered their energies.
But as time elapsed, they grew more powerful.

In the 17th century, the Incubi and Succubi gained physical form. With this glorious body, they saught ten fold the amount of sexual deviation. And their plagues ravaged earth in some of the most memorable sex scandals, and some of the most secretive affairs, known to man...

In the time passing though, since dawn of these devilish demons of desire, there was another race- dormant and solitary.

God had looked down, and saw Lucifer's plotting. But he could not break into a war over simple sexual heathens, thus he withheld himself. But another great Archangel stood by, at the Lord's side, and whispered a great plan into his ear. To create the future's weapon, and let it learn in the waking of years before attack is to begin.

So God decided to make his own opposing concoction.

God took from his chest, love that was unrivaled by even the most poetic of romantics.
The Archangel Leonardo took from his mind, observation and wisdom.
The Archangel Luke took from his chest, trust and loyalty.
The Archangel Michaelangelo took from his arm, irrevocable strength and passion.

God sent his concoction into the highest breaches of Heaven, and let them twist with the pure white of the clouds. When the souls of rainbow magnificence and purity were formed, they dropped down from the heavens into the immortal bodies awaiting them on Earth.

God's force had been created..."

Anton cocking his head, speaking very passionately about the entire story he just spoke. "As you see, Hell created the Incbui and Succubi first, and soon after, God sent us to rival them. A perfect match. We are born enemies. Humans are just stuck in the middle. The Viligant are more aware than humans. See, the reason why I am so tired is because we have special abilities. Teleportation, and for me, I have powers that apply to the mind. Not very powerful, but it seems to hurt the Incubi/Succubi pretty well. Relaxation...Irritation...and of course I can read emotions. Love, depression, etc. That is all I can really do. I am much more smarter and faster than most. My reflexes are better. I am practically human besides being immortal. I was born in 1791, so, do the math." He teased.

Ken looked, stunned. "Ok." he hung his mouth open, and looked at the wall. "Is-" He stopped, confused. He laid down on the back of the bed. "Can't you get Lexi's soul back?" He asked. He looked at her, seated next to him. "You feel no happiness?" He asked her. "None at all?" He stood up, and looked out the window.

Anton sighed, "The only way to obtain a soul is to kill the Demon that took it. The sad part is, the Demon's do not die." Anton rubbing his chin, "I can irritate them, hurt them, but not death."

Ryaia heard the sound of fighting on the other end of the phone before a dull ringing. Ryaia sighed and stared into space not sure what to do.
The quiet of her room was broken as a man broke in. She started to stand with she was hit then shot two times by the man who claimed he knew her.

Ryaia felt the sting of the holy magic on his bullets and all went dark...

When Ryaia awoke the man was no where to be found and her wounds had healed. The man must have thought me dead Ryaia thought.

Lexi stared up and listened to the story. It was astonishing, but Damon had already told it to her- in bed after a long night of stoked passion. He had told her that legendary myth and prophetic tale while poison slowly pulsed through her body.
He told her his meaning, as she lay dying...

Lexi turned her face, beautifully angled in soft notions, her lips full and her eyes so gentle bearing an eternal sorrow.
"I feel nothing but regret, emptiness, sorrow, and sadness. I do not feel happy. I cannot smile. I cannot barely breathe anymore." She whispered.

Alexis turned her head and stared out the window.
"I wanted to live because I had things to do. I had passion to find a cure to a rare virus... I'm a virologist and bacteriologist. My passions mean nothing now. I miss them, but I cannot find the means within this hollow shell to pursue them. So now I have no meaning, and I would've been better with that slow death by poison and seduction."

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Jake nodded, chuckling as he moved towards Neil.

"I had a feeling this was strange. I've argued many people to keep this one out of papers. Don't worry, we aren't starting a mass hysteria in Manhatten. That might be more dangerous than whatever lurks out there." He chuckled heartily, placing himself next to the man.

"So... What are you Vigilants?" Jake asked quietly, assuming that these two were drawn here by a force he could not fathom.

Frank was silent and learned what he needed. He spoke up: "You guys, I'm an assasin, I kill anything for a price. I'm a poppet too, so I'll kill demons for half price...who wants to do business with me?"

Ken looked at Lexi sadly, feeling sorrow for her situation. He put his hand on her head, stroking her hair softly. "Nothing." He pondered the idea. "Do you remember what used to make you feel happy?" He asked. He looked at her face, empty. He hated that look. It seemed so terrible, so unnatural. He wanted her to smile, laugh, something! He looked up at the window.

Lexi turned her face upwards at the warm feel of the man's hand. She didn't know what to do with that hand, so she let it just rest there, stroking her long dark hair. Her eyes slowly lulled shut as she did indeed remember being happy. But now she couldn't understand what had made her happy. Lexi couldn't bring herself to smile or comprehend such euphoria to its lightest degree.

"I do remember what made me happy, but I haven't even the will to seek happiness. I doubt I can feel it. I cannot think, act... I know, because Damon told me. I'm just a shell." Lexi said, her voice a long solid tone that was a gentle whisper at once- and very puppet like. Though she was beautiful, and her words were sad, she appeared as though she were a doll to be laid upon a bed for decoration instead of an actual being- much less a lively scientist...

"Well, WHAT WAS IT?" ken pressed. "Mabey you still CAN feel it, you just can't find it." he looked into her face, hoping for any sign of change. He hated this weird-soul stealing shit. It didn't seem real.

Ryaia dressed in a low cut t-shirt and fadded jeans. She needed to be able to fight or run as she seeked out a new place to dwell this apartment wasn't even hers it was the appartment of one of her poppets who seem to have vanished. Ryaia wasn't sure but she thought her poppet may have been one of the suiciders.
she needed a new place to stay so she walked toward Mark's home. Then she thought With that man after me I might need two men as warriors
Ryaia took out her phone and called up the man from last night.(Ken)

Ken heard his cell phone ring. He looked at Lexi again, waiting for a response. He grabbed the phone, anbd put it to his ear.

"Hello?" He said into the reciever.

Frank felt ignored. He didn't pay it any attetion and walk towards Lexi, at least he thinks that's her name judging from what he heard. "Lexi, I got my soul taken away too," Frank said, "And I need your help. I trying to get rid as many of demons as I can, and I may be able to kill the demon that took your soul. I need you to tell me about him, anything you can. We souless beings can only rely on each other." At this time, Frank had no idea about the existence of Vigilants. He was happy...no, somewhat relieved that he found another person who was in the same situation as he is. Perhaphs they could get revenge together. As he talk to Lexi, he noticed out of the corner of his eyes that Ken got a phone call...

Ryaia started to sob as she begin her lie "Can you please meet me where you first saw me i need your help you see I was kicked out of my appartment by my land lord and now i have to move back in with my Ex boyfriend that beat me every night. I would feel safer if i had someone with me when i confront him."
Ryaia kept up the crying and added "pease come in at times hoping her lie would work.

Frank flinched as he recognize the voice over Ken's phone. -So she's still alive...dang!- Frank thought. She was a good liar, that's how Frank fall into her trap in the first place. This time however, she ran out of luck, because Frank was right next to Ken and could hear everything she said. Frank was smart enough not to interupt, he wanted to see where the conversation between Ken and her would go.

Sofia's lips had parted to answer the detective before a thick Scottish accent interrupted her thoughts. Her features changed from deep-thought to almost-annoyance at the entrance of another mysterious stranger. Her lips pursed together as she observed the man, and from the instant her stony gaze fell upon him she knew that he was older than the buildings surrounding them.

Sofia kept her mouth shut the entire time the two men conversed, until a question was directed at both of them. She didn't fully trust the new member of the "party" that was now forming around the circle of corpses, but Sofia didn't seem to trust anyone in these times anymore.

"We are here to rid the world of the scum that plagues this planet," Sofia cut in sharply, her husky Russian accent rolling with her words. "And I do believe that's all you need to know." She threw a stony glance toward Neil, as if challenging him to say more.

Ken sighed. He had to get this girl out of her mess. He just felt a need to help people in these situations.

"Hey, I'll be there," he said into the phone. "Are you all right? Try to calm down a little." He tried to soothe her with his voice. He looked up to the group. "Hey, I'll be back here soon, but there's this girl I met, she's gotten herself into trouble, I kinda need to help her,". He walked out the door, waving as he left. He walked down the street, to the apartment complex that he first met her at. He stood in the cold air, qwaiting for her to arrive.

Anton stood up, "A girl...I have a bad feeling about this girl. My ears aren't what they used to be but, I am sure I've heard her voice before and it ain't good." Rubbing his stomach, taking his coat and throwing it back on as he fixed the buttons and the tie. "Frank...Assassin. Another position I can relate to." He grumbled, walking over to the poppet, "You know who that girl is also." Anton putting his hand out to stop him from speaking, "I have a pretty good idea of whom she is. How about you and me go take a walk?" He grinned, clenching a fist, feeling stronger after last night, "We don't need another poppet." He stated, walking to the door, "And Frank? I'd watch yourself, you're a poppet, easily manipulated in my opinion. However, maybe you are something different all together." Shrugging, he turned the corner, pulling the colt out and resuming down the corridor. "I want my sword still." He rambled.