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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 sought 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 concotion.

God took from his chest, love that was unriveled 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 concotion 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...

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Upon the 21st century's turning, Incubi and Succubi learned a new trade. They learned deception. How to befriend and betray, how to get close. And when they got close to someone's heart, they felt the most unimaginable feeling- a taste of something they had never dreamt before. They could sense the flourishing souls in the prime of happiness.

Thus, more and more got close to these people's souls, seeking their happiness. But the euphoric high of being around that soul was not enough. They learned to take it. To make a mortal willingly surrender that soul to them for whatever price. And thus, it began.
The rise of the Incubi and Succubi in new proportions.

The soul-less bodies they created, called Poppets, then wandered the Earth; said to be shells of themselves, hollow and acting on impetuous misdemeanor accidently when they had no conscious.
And when the Poppets began to wander, searching for their past selves...

They found the Vigilants..

And the preparation for a great war has begun...


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"I can't." The voice was broken, a whimper at most. Kneeling over the porcelain ice of the hotel toilet bowl was a young woman, beautiful, early twenties. She had chocolate hair, toppling in curls and spirals down her back, and clinging to the sides of her face as tears rolled down. Drip by drip, these burning tears hit the water beneath her.

No is not the answer.

The voice that had responded to her was not human. It was dark, deceptive, lined with agony and sharply etched with admonishment. Behind her, lingered a tall dark figure. His body seemed to spiral off into whirls of black smoke, holding sounds of tornadoes silently captive within them. The tiny whistles from his body's barely defined form seemed to drive the woman insane. Her eyes squeezed shut, and more tears fell into the water beneath her. Feeling a surge in her throat, she parted her lips and spit up the warm liquid that tasted far too strongly of iron.

Cracking her eyes open, beneath her spiraled red. As the color intoxicated the water, she felt panic diminish her sense of reality. Clouding her logic, she had no other options.

"I'll do it!" Lexi choked, gasping over the toilet bowl as her grip on its rim tightened ten fold. Her tan arms shivered with pain, and her mind buckled with impossibility, if not insanity.

The figure lean closer, becoming a bit more humanoid as it leered towards her ear. Lips formed, and a face, more handsome and glorious than the angels on fresco ceilings within the heart of Italy. The lips were hot, burning, almost marring Lexi's ear- at least she thought they would mar her.

"Then it is done. You've signed away your soul." He said.

Reaching over her, pressing the now forming body of a Greek God against her back, he grasped her hand. Lifting it in his jaunty callous fingers, he pressed it to those hot lips. Lexi relaxed into the grip, as the man's other bare arm slid around her waist and pulled her closer to this burning inferno of a man. As she sat there, closing her eyes and gasping for breath like a drowning victim of the ocean's rage, she felt his sharp but normal canines pressing into her finger. Lexi bucked her arm back and tried to smack him off, as if he were a fly. But no fly could resist like this. His body withstood the blow as though it were nothing. The bite began to intensify, fear bellowing into Lexi's veins like a terrible adrenaline rush. She parted her lips to scream, but her finger's flesh was broken. And his tongue flicked over the wound, and he began to taste her blood.

Lexi bucked back once more, this time her whole body with the toilet bowl as her standing pillar. She reeled back against him until she could no longer move. After a moment, she felt her essence- her very reason- leaving through that fingertip, being sipped up by this demon. Soon, she was limp against his nude form, resting her head against his washboard abs, staring up at the blue eyes that could promise heaven, and gave her hell.

"I'll see you soon, Alexis Martinez." He spoke with a gentle tone, stroking his fingers through her spirals of hair. She closed her eyes and groaned in resistance as he laid her head against the cold tiled floor. Staring up, his body became that wisping black enigma, only to burst into a thousand strange strings that dispersed through the air until completely unseen.

"What have I done?" She whispered, staring at the small black cut on her fingertip...

Sofia Kristoff Simonov wore a cool expression on her features. She looked to be dressed for a comfortable walk, wearing a dark gray, wool turtleneck sweater, skinny blue jeans and white running shoes. Straight, charcoal colored hair had been pulled up in a tight bun, exposing the bronze color of her skin and smokey hue of her eyes. Her lips were pursed in a straight line of concentration a she made her way down the slick city streets, thumbs neatly tucked into her pockets.

Evening was slowly approaching, and Sofia is making her way to her cozy, one-bedroom apartment. She approaches the outside of her building, idly fishing in her pockets for her key. An exasperated sigh escapes her lips, giving hint to a sultry voice, when she realizes that her pockets are empty. Her hands pat her back pockets, feeling nothing and then dig into her sweater. Perhaps she stashed it with her money...

Nope.

The cool expression on her face does not change as she twists her head from left to right, looking for passers-by that might have a wandering eye. Amazingly, the street seems empty. Her smokey gaze returns to the front door and the deadbolt lock. With her right palm she reaches out, her fingers looking as if they are latching onto an invisible handle. Slowly, her hand twists, and the soft sound of metal rushing against metal can be heard coming from the door. Her hands stops once she hears the click of the deadbolt unlocking, and Sofia pushed her way through the now opened door.

Up the stairs, second floor, third door to the right.

The door is open five seconds before Sofia even reaches it with the wave of her left hand, and closed with the flick of a wrist as she makes her way into the darkened apartment's living room. Sofia sits down on a plain, cream-colored sofa and the soft clicking of a lamp turning on can be heard as she reaches for a book on the coffee table in front of her.

This is Sofia Simonov. She has the power the move things with her mind. She doesn't know that this power will be needed in the near future.

Ryaia ran her hand over a man named Mark's face as he wrapped his hand around her waist.
"Give me whatever you want" Ryaia whispered in his ear.
"I'll give you everything" Mark said as he backed Ryaia toward the bed.
"Everything even your soul?"
Mark thinking it a joke said "yes even my Soul"
Ryaia smiled and let Mark take her...

Later...

Ryaia smiled as she looked at the man seeing the mark on his thigh knowing when he awoke he would not be the same. Sliping her dress back on she headed to the door.

"I'll see you again Mark. It was fun" She said with a sly grin as she left the room

Frank walked the roofs on the cold, dark, day. It was a small town he is in right now, small, but not peaceful. The sun never seem to shine here, it is as though the sun avoided this very town, cursing its inhabitants. Pulling out a .30 caliber hand gun with a silencer already strapped on, Frank fired. One hundred meter away, a man standing at a bustop collasped and died. These seemingly awesome abilities Frank seemed to have came with a terrible price, his one and only soul. He knew there was no point of even dreaming to get his soul back, he now focus only on preventing souls from being stolen for as long as he lives.

"I'm done here. I've been better places." Frank murmured, he sighed and leaped off the roof he was standing on and landed silently. He put his gun back into his jacket and walked away, knowing his job here is done. His official job anyways. Now he wandered the street, looking for those demons with the faces of angels. He would know when he is near one of them because the reversed cross on his bosy would tingle when he is near. They, however, have no idea of his knowlede over them, and that is his only advantage. His 'other' gun is also in his jacket, ready to fire if he has to. He had a hunch that the seducers would not be hanging around areas like this, they tend to be in places where chaos reigned, and willpowers are weak.

A slender begie hand reached up to a pretty face to push a piece of hair out of unmatching green eyes that were moving side to side at a swift pace. Her legs were folded in the red Lovesac and the way she sat made her look like somewhat of a child. She paused from the old book she held to look up at the clock on the opposite wall. Her eyes were unfocused as she stared at the blinking red numbers, obviously her studio apartment had a power surge, causing the clock on the wall, on the microwave, and on the stove to blink in an annoying, repeated fashion.

Coming out of her empty stare she blinked a few times, shaking her head as she picked up her bookmark and placed it between the yellowing pages. She stood, stretching her arms over her head and leaning back, causing her stiff back to pop multiple times. She shuffled in her slipperd to the sliding glass door, opening it she stepped onto the balcony, absentmindedly reaching for the pack of cigarettes that were held snuggly inbetween her corset and chest. She slapped the new pack on her thigh a few times, making sure they were nice and packed before she opened them, taking a single stick out and reching for her purple lighter in her right pocket.

The thin line of smoke trailed up into the air as she took her first drag, exhaling as she leaned against the wall, crouching down with her arms resting on her knees. She looked over the railing, out into the city as another exhale of smoke escaped her lips. She began to think, indicated by her toying with her lip piercings with her teeth. A cool breeze ruffled her elbow length multicolored hair over her tanned shoulders. Her eyes were then on her jeans, fingers of her empty hand pulling at the strings and frays of the rips and holes as she thought. It would be time for her to go to work soon, at least, that's what she guessed, it was hard to tell when all her clocks were blinking at her, begging to be reset.

Tovah cursed under her breath as the power went out in her apartment building again. Her pot of Lucious Lemon tea had almost reached mind numbing warm with perfection ... but, alas, the electricity had failed her again. She fumbled around, with only the light of her sliding glass balcony door streaked by rain drops, to find her old crochet Uggs and a blanket. Grabbing her cup of mediocre-ly heated tea, she went to sit outside. Tov sat down on the padded lawn chair on the patio. Her neighboor was out, smoking again. Tovah turned her chair to face the other way, to view the dismal city in front of her. She frowned. What was it exactly that made her move here? To this depresssing, lonely .. her thoughts slowed as she tried to keep her mind from remembering the real reason she was here.

Him.

The mere glimpse of the memories her had embeded on her brain would be enough to cause her heart to freeze over .. or so it seemed. A shiver with intense body numbing force rocked her body, and Tovah huddled deeper into the blanket. It wasn't the ever raining city, the depresssing people and neighboors; no, the real reason Tov could never be warm again ... was the though of him. He supressed a feeling of cold that she believed would never leave. Her green eyes clouding with tears, she let her pale pink lips whisper the word of her nightmare

incubus

Ken walkse down the street, aching for a place to stay. His landlord had booted him from his apartment, and he was pissed. Feeling hungry, he walked into a 7-eleven, and stole a bunch of chips, cookies, muffins, junk food. With the food hidden in his pants, he left.

Walkind down the dirty street, he saw a woman in a black dress leaving an apartment complex. he didn't know it, but it was Ryaia. Something about the woman made him turn his head, some.. fragrance or something, though it wasn't realy something he could smell.

"Who's the pretty lady?" was all he thought, as he smiled to himself.

The bed was where she woke. Dark hazel irises swirled up with a spinning head as Lexi fluttered her lashes and saw the ceiling. No...

She was back in her apartment complex, downtown Manhatten. What she could last remember was... was... A beautiful midnight lover, stoking a fire more unbelievably bright and passionate than any could imagine. His hands burned brands in her mind, and his body left a mark far more dangerous than any. But that wasn't even it.

When this man, Damon- claiming to be an incubus, took her body, he did not take Lexi's soul. He waited. Waited to spend her last hour talking over legends and myths that she did not fully comprehend until it was too late. Until her wine glass was crushed under the weight of toxic overdose, and her body began to spoil and effervesce from the inside out.

But that was in Boston. She had gone on a trip to meet with a few other scientists on a joint effort to find a cure for a new superbug. But she wouldn't need to find that cure now. Apparently she couldn't get sick. Her body could be wounded, but it would heal eventually. Death was something she was unsure of. But one day she would know...

Her fingers tapped the sheets and she groaned loudly, looking about absently. The clocks blinked and rain drops clinging to her window threw speckled shadows in her room. The gray evening was settling down.

"Kill me." She whispered, closing her eyes to rekindle memories... The only thing she had left...

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The rain slid off his body in cold trickles that steamed to the touch of his hot skin. He took in a deep breath, blinking to knock the rain from his long black lashes. His rich green eyes danced over the horizon, and he saw there an apartment. He recognized it, he had been here before with a woman. He had put a curse upon her more foul than any...

Lorenzo closed his eyes, and appeared at her door. Grasping the knob, he opened it- regardless of locks and mess. They meant nothing to him. He, and other demons of his like, had learned how to break barriers easily. The trick was old as locks themselves- but truthfully, it was just better said that you could not keep a incubus out of the bedroom if it was the bedroom he sought.

Stepping inside, he saw beautiful Tovah from the window. Curled under her blankets, shivering. Was it the cold? The rain? Or the things he had left her to toil in her mind with? A smile lit his soft supple bow-shaped lips.

Walking over to the porch with the steps of impossible silence, he stepped behind her. His hot hands touched her shoulders softly, sliding down her arms and bringing them closer. His lips grazed her neck as did his cheek and chest as he pressed closer.

"How be you today, my bella, my Tovah?" He chuckled, a deep chuckle that rocked his hard chest against the chair as his hands settled on her legs.

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DEEP In the Manhatten allyways, stray eight Poppets, drawn to each other in their emptiness...

The eight poppets- filled with sorrow for their soul-less floating about- move to stand in a circle. As they look up, removing a hood of gray or black or dark navy-ish color, they take a good look at the person across from them. It will be the last person they ever see.

As they Poppets reach simultaneously into their jackets, each withdraws a handgun. Holding it straight, to the head across from their own, every Poppet has a gun aimed to kill.

"We make a stand." A young man said. His name was Derick, and he had been made a Poppet by his girlfriend of two years.
"And our lives lost shall teach many of a sickness sweeping this city, and many others. We must inform the Vigilants. Let our bodies be the paper, and let death be our message. In God's name..."

A pause struck them all as their eyes closed.

"Amen." The eight voices spoke instantaneously, and with a loud singular boom of gunfire, the eight bodies fell to the ground.

The first show of trouble had scarred itself upon the earth.

Adrienne's fingers danced across the milky white keys, a sad, mournful melody ringing from the black grand piano. A pink strand of hair falls in front of her fragile but beautiful face. She smiles, but continues playing, her eyes shining. A small girl suddenly sits beside her.

Adrienne bangs her hands against the piano in surprise, her heart beating painfully fast. Her breath shallows, and her cheeks flush. The child smiles sweetly, and squeaks good-naturedly, "Sorry for scaring you. Your hair is pretty. It's like a rainbow. You want to know what song you should sing in your next show?" Adriennne's eyes narrow, and she grits her teeth.

"My slot doesn't start until an hour. And I always do the same song. Where's your mommy?" she says irriatably. The child plops next to her on the bench, and ignores Adrienne's questions, and smiles, " My name is Livvy. The same song everytime? How do you make any money? Try my favorite song. I heard it on the radio." Livvy's pudgy hands plunk out a cheerful tune, and Adrienne winces, then laughs." The Show? Come on, my listeners want to hear a grown up song, not some preschool whine about life and love. We get enough crap from T.V." Livvy's face falls, and Adrienne sighs.

"Fine. Will you be happy if I sing it tonight?" Livvy nods, her face bright and excited again. Adrienne's fingers once again begin their waltz on the keys, only this time singing a different mood. " I'm just a little bit caught middle, life is a maze and love is a riddle. I don't know where to go, can't do it alone, I've tried, and I don't know why." Adrienne rolls her eyes as she pours out the lyrics of the song she found extremely overrated and stupid.

Livvy frowns, and says angrily," Sing it like matters, no matter how stupid. For me." Adrienne purses her lips, but continues, this time absorbing Livvy's joy and love for the stupid song. She falters when she realizes there isn't any feeling. She shakes her head, and closes her eyes, this time singing with her heart and what was left of her crumbling soul. "I am just a little girl lost in the moment, I'm so scared, but I don't show it. I can't figure it out, it's bringing me down. I know, I've just got to let it go, and enjoy the show."

Adrienne soon finnishes the song, and finally looks at Livvy. Her breath escapes her as she notices a small black cut on her throat. Feeling of sadness make Adrienne hunch, and she stares at Livvy, who is smiling, oblivious and innocent. " Thank you Adrienne. This helped me." She steps in the shadows, and bursts into millions of white butterflies, floating out of an open window towards the sky. Adrienne watches in amazment, and suddenly is overcome by paniful attacks of sorrow and pain, sweet happiness and the loss of an innocent soul. She sobs, her body shaking violently. She falls to the floor, crying uncontrolably, her frail body barely able to hold Adrienne. " A Poppet. But why her?" she whispers, staggering up and out of the empty club.

Later that night, Adrienne returned mournfully, taking her place at the bench, customers milling about, smiling in her direction, waiting for the re-assuring but never changing melody that the strange but beautiful girl provided. Adrienne smiled to herself, and began to sing, her mind on the white butterfly that still rested on the piano. The customers stopped, looking confused, then pleased by the change.

Bored. That's what she was. Her neighbor was on her patio once again, something she noticed she did quite a big, just to sit and stare into nothing. With her cigarette finished she stood, kicking her slippers inside as she stepped out from under the canopy that kept her dry. The rain hit her hair, soaking it in a mtter of minutes. The cold drops cooled her warm skin as she smiled softly. She loved the rain.

Niko ran her hands through her hair as if she were in the shower, biting back the urge to mimic the Herbal Essance commercial. She glanced to the patio next to hers, seperated only by about a foot of space and a twinge of jealously rolled over her. God was he gorgeous! She couldn't help but watch as he spoke softly, words not quite reaching her ears. Realizing she was staring she pushed back a blush, shaking her head as she walked back into her studio apartment.

She slid the glass door closed, pulling the black curtains closed before she turned to her very small kitchen. She walked to the refrigator, opening it and pulling out a bottle of quite chilled Miller Genuine Draft from the shelf door. Turning on one foot she closed the fridge with the other, walking quietly into the bedroom area. She pulled back the beads that hung from the ceiling, signaling that it was another room, and took a swig of cold beer. It seemed to freeze her throat as it went down it was so chilled. She sat on her bed, which took up most of the space, and picked up a drawing pad and pencil.

She began to draw, sketching something at first. But as she finished her beer the picture came together rather nicely. It was a lotus flower, on a lily pad with a koi fish swiming under it. Bored once again and an empty beer bottle she stood and walked back to the kitchen, then realized what time it was.
"Aw shit," she muttered to herself a she grabbed her keys from the counter. She nearly jumped to the door after grabbing her black sweatshirt, not bothering to zip it up as she slammed her door shut, locking it soon after.
She ran down the stairs, careful not to trip. Curious she looked up to her neighbors balcony, the man was still there. With a small smile she yanked the door to her car open, throwing herself in and starting the engine. Music blasted through her imporved speakers, playing "Discpline" by Nine Inch Nails. She slammed the door shut and turned the music down, backing out and driving in the rain to her the small bar a few blocks away, where she worked.

Tovah's slim frame jumped as she felt Lorenzo's soft lips on her neck. She shipped around, her deep drown eyes starring accusingly at whomever it was that welcomed himself onto the blacony. Her thin dark brows knitted together as she took in the appearence of the stranger ... or was he one? The man had an aura of familiarity [i might've just made up a word haha] to him, his stance had her brain digging through memories ... Tov knew she had seen him before. His presence created an atomshpere of emotions -- there was lust, curiousity, fear -- but amazement was a large one. He was a tall one, with beckoning green eyes, a sharp jaw and a rather handsome body, dressed very nicely. The air seemed warmer after he had arrived; perhaps just her imagination. After the few seconds of her observing, her neighbor's glass door slid shut, dragging Tovah back to reality. She cleared her throat.
"Heyy .. who are you again?" Her hand flew to a loose strand of her two toned hair.

Ryaia walked out on to the sidewalk and was going to head to her home when she noticed a man looking at her. She gave him a flirting smile as she thought another night of fun for me
Ryaia quickly wrote her nummber on a piece of paper and handed it to the Man as she whispered "Call me anytime, I'll show you a good time"
Ryaia smiled again as she walked on down the sidewalk making sure to look back at the man.
my next soul thought Ryaia.

Ken was startled. The woman was even more enticing up close. And she was so ...foward. He laughed silently as he walked.

"I don't need desperate women," He thought to himself.

He ate some of the food he had stolen then turned an alley. He was about to toss the paper aside, when something held him back. Was it the smell- that somehow seemed to linger on the scrap? And he had no place to stay tonight... He pulled out his phone, and dialed the number.

"What the hell are you doing ken?" He asked himself.

Frank cellphone rang. "Bill?" Frank asked, the other side replied: "Listen Frank, I think the town where you're in have underground clubs. Look for them in the south-east side." Frank said his thanks, then hanged up. The clubs will have to wait, now was not a good time anyways. He turned around the corner and walk back to his hotel.

The place where Frank was staying id fairly decent, for such a backwater place. The price was not high, but not cheap. Frank entered his room, checked for signs of intrusions, locked his door, then sat down on his bed. It's been another boring day in Frank's life. His jobs became too easy, he was not afraid of death. He is now no more than a shell. Frank knew and accepted that, now was not the time for him to brood. He opened his closet and got out his bags, which contained all his weapons. He spread them out on the floor and began to put them together, thinking of what to bring along with him tonight.

Ryaia walked up the stairs to the door of her appartment when she heard her phone ring. haha he calls already Ryaia thought with a laugh. Rayia desided to let it ring and soon the man would be hearing her voice mail. She liked to play with her prey.
Ryaia unlocked her door and entered her appartment closing the door. She laid down on her couch and waited to see if the man would call again.

her phone rang. Ken got the voicmail. He hung up and looked at the peice of paper.

"That figures," He said. he pushed the paper into his vest pocket, and climbed a fire escape.

he looked into a dark window, and broke the latch. He climbed inside the apartment, locking the front door and pushing a dresser in front of it.

"Mabey I'll call on a night when there are no dark windows," He said to himself. He pulled on the lights. The apartment appearantly belonged to a woman- it was decorated as such. Ken predicted that no one would come home tonight, as it was late already. He closed the cold window. his sleepy eyes fell on the bed. He undressed, and climbed intop it, pulling the lights out. He slept.

Lexi felt herself sicken, so she moved to the bathroom. Her body felt hot and rotted, and she couldn't help but feel as though she had earned herself hell. After a while, the porcelain had seen its due of her. She crawled upwards, and ran a hot bath filled with bubbles and the things that would make her feel better. The large oval tub welcomed her with steam coiling off in wisps of heat.

Alexis groaned, stripping down to a body she wish she didn't have anymore. A shell. Her shell was all she had left. The long limbs, stretches of beautiful latino skin, a few tattoos, and womanly curves. She only shook it off. Lexi could never love herself. She could never love. Never ever, without her soul. It was as though someone had ripped her interior out, and all that was left was steam reminding her of how warm she once was, and how cold she is now.

Settling down in the hot water, she closed her eyes and let her thoughts and memories begin weaving patterns that would affect her in more ways then one....


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The window of her apartment opened and inwards came a man named Ken. Settling in her bed, she could not notice. But someone else did.

Rising from the thick shadows, was a rich man of a spanish skintone and a fighter's solid hard body. His hair fell in curls and waves of liquid black, drawing out contrast to his skintone. His facial hair set off features such as his cheeks and jaw, soft and lush lips of a lover. His eyebrows furrowed with anger at this intruder, and his dark eyes- a twisting blue covered with a black haze- cast anger out in many directions, eventually leading to this man.

"Breaking and entering is a crime." He growled, stepping forth to the bed with something in his hand. When the evenling light finally made it in the window, it was clear to see that Damon had a sword, and Damon hated nothing more then men trying to taint his poppets in their path...

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And night began to settle in, the rain coming to a halt, and the moon beginning to rise in a waning crescent in the distance...

In these shadows, of the Manhatten night, lurks darkness in its purest form.
And in these deterring street lights' glow, lies the faintest hope being swallowed by fear.
Tonight an example will be made,
an example made as the demons pull the strings of Poppets...

Ryaia sighed as she looked at her phone stupid me she thought has she stood up and walked to her bedroom. She sliped off her dress and let it fall to the floor. She ran a hand though her hair as she fell back on her bed and stared up at the celing. She looked at the phone damn i'm acting like a school girl she thought.

Ryaia sighed then picked up the phone Ryaia needed more. Slowly she dailed the number that had just called and waited for an answer.

Ken's phone rang. he woke with a start, sitting up in the bed. drowsily, he grabbed his phone from his pnat pocket. He didn't see the man with the sword. He answered the phone, pulling the sheets against his naked body.
"Helo?" He said into the receiver.

"Hey there handsome" Ryaia said after she heard him speak.
"Sorry i missed your call I was undressing" She lied in a sexy voice.
Ryaia grinned and asked "so you want come over? I'll have everything ready for you."
Ryaia smiled and waited for his answer.