[We will start when we get enough people. If anyone knows anyone interested in this kind of roleplay, feel free to mention it to them!]

[Alright... I cut it down to four witches. We have plenty of witch hunters and if anyone would play as a vampire or a demon, that would be cool but I'm going to let this roleplay start. so, if you want to make a post, you can. I'm still looking around and waiting for last minute people to join. ~Shivers]

The whistle from the train woke Lilaura from the somewhat peaceful rest she'd managed to get after boarding. Slowly her body came to life, she sat up with a small discontented groan and stretched as a yawn passed from her now parted lips. Covering her mouth although she was alone in the small compartment Lilaura finished off the yawn and rubbed her eyes of sleep. Glancing around her eyes turned to the small window, the scenery was passing by quickly but she could tell she'd made it to Seattle Washington. This was the safer way to travel rather than by a witches typical broom, would attract too much attention and put her life in danger. Looking to her small satchel she opened it and pulled out a tiny wrapping, opening it she picked up one of the small round candies and popped it into her mouth. Caramel, her favorite flavor, returning to wrapping to the satchel she leaned back. It wouldn't be too much longer before the train pulled into the station. Picking up her wrap she placed it around her shoulders and readied herself. A small meow sounded and her eyes focused on the black cat sitting in the other seat across from her. His beautiful green eyes stared at her and he repeated the meow this time lifting his paw, his way of gaining her attention.

Lilaura smirked, leaned over and scratched him behind the ear. "You're awake, good. We're almost there and you'll need to make yourself scarce. If they see you with me they'll know I'm a Witch and then we're both dead" the cat purred, licked her hand and winked. Leaning back on her seat she listened to the train as it chugged alone the railroad tracks. Lilaura couldn't figure out what had made her choose to come to Seattle, but it was almost like an instinct that had taken over her judgment, and before she knew she'd packed lightly and bought a ticket on the next train out. Already there had been reports of Witches being murdered, and it made her skin crawl to know someone was out there killing people like herself. What had the Witches ever done to these people, sure there were a few bad eggs, but that shouldn't account for the rest. Slowly homes came into view and within the next few minutes the train came to a soundly halt at the train station. Rising from her seat Lilaura smiled at the cat and whispered a few words."Itch-it-a-cop-it-a, Mel-a-ka-mys-tic-a" The cat's body morphed and reshaped itself until nestled on the seat lay a lovely black onyx ring. Taking it up she placed it on her finger. "You'll be safer there until I find where I am going."

Taking up her satchel Lilaura stepped from the compartment after making sure no one was around to have seen what she did and made her way to the exit doors of the train. Stepping down onto the platform she glanced both ways, checking to see if there were any suspicious characters roaming about. Finding none she hastily made her way to the luggage pick up, gathered up the small bag and made her way out onto the busy streets of Seattle. Ducking and dodging people that raced by she held her bags close so they'd not be stolen and finally broke through the rush entering a less busy street called canal. Her footsteps slowed and she sighed heavily. "Such a busy place, leaves me exhausted just from looking at it." she commented. Whatever reason she was 'called' here she hoped it wasn't by the evil killing Witches.

"You stupid inbred twat!" Valens yelled, spitting out the words with both air and saliva. "My own piss is worth more than your entire family! Why should I not kill you now for your stupidity?" The grovelling demon at his feet was the one being spat at. He had tried to steal a pendant holding one of the souls that Valens had planned on devouring later on. It wasn't a very powerful soul, but it would do for now. At least, that's what Valens thought until the mischievous demon tried to snag it.

"Please sire, I only wanted it so my son could be born. I meant no harm by it, I swear! I'd have paid it back in full, no, in double! Yes, I would have paid it back in double if you would manage the generosity to allo-"

"Generosity!? Ha! You think that I am capable of such an emotion? You're a pathetic little creature whose offspring would just be a gnawing nuisance out of the womb. I am glad that this day I have the pleasure of preventing that!" And with those last few words, Valens threw a powerful punch at the minion's head whom was still grovelling at his feet. The small, pathetic demon's skull crushed beneath the force with barely any noticeable resistance. Although the creature was dead, Valens kept his hand inside it's skull, feeding off of his birth soul.

"Hmm, barely a snack."

Hazel looked around her. The small woods near her house were still and drab, weak sunlight barely filtering through. Yet only this morning a vivid sunrise had turned the still green leaves golden, and felt warm on her face. Now she shivered slightly as she finished her strange arrangement of crystals and candles, a bronze decorated bowl full of clear water in front of her. She was doing what she always did, playing, semi-seriously, casting spells that she had made up and that she had no real way of proving. Y'know the type, vanish a pimple spell, making friends again spell...

Pulling a bottle of ink from her pocket, she let a few drops fall. Vivid blue blossomed in the water, seeping outwards until it formed a uniform surface. The labradorite crystals glittered azure and gold, returning to opalescent smoke-blue grey as she slowly leaned forwards and peered into the bowl.

"My mind is clear. My thoughts are pure. My heart is open. Show me what there is to see."
She breathed through her nose, her palms flat, tangled in the grass, her heartbeat slowing, a familiar meditative content falling over her. A breeze stirred the surface of the blue water, panicking the candles. "My mind is clear. My thoughts are pure...".

From the house she heard her mother calling her in for dinner. She turned to face the voice, irritated. "Yeah in a minute!", she screeched, in that wonderfully eloquent way teenagers do. As her face was turned, a shadow passed over the surface of the water.

Valens didn't bother wiping the blood from his hand. Down in the Demon World, or at least in Valens' kingdom, he revered blood as if it were water. To him, when you had blood on your hands, they were considered more clean than if they were left dry. Since Valens had only one blood-drenched hand, he took it upon himself to reach back into the destroyed skull, but this time with his other hand. After being satisfied that his hands were "clean" enough, he kicked the corpse away from his throne. Upon landing, several menial demons carried the body away.

Now that his amusement was done for the day, it was time for Valens to complete a bit of business, so he headed off to The Den. He had recently agreed with the vampires, as much as he hated to do so, to create a truce between the two. Normally, just the thought of a cease-fire would make Valens' blood boil. However, the Vampire Lord did have one good point that Valens simply couldn't ignore: 2 forces are better than one. With the cease fire in place, the vampires and demons are allowed to freely hunt down the lower species, and rid them of their blood and of their souls. Both sides had many targets that they brought to the table, but almost all of them would always favor either the demons solely or the vampires solely. Well, all except one: witches.

Witches are conniving little humanoid creatures. The average human wouldn't be able to tell a witch apart from a human even if they were married to one. However, demons and vampires have lived long enough to know their distinct traits, and their distinct equipment. After all, it was they whom had nearly destroyed them outright only a couple hundred years earlier. However, something more unique about them than about almost any other creature was the pureness of both their blood and of their souls. Many creatures and races had either one or the other, but witches had the rare trait of both. And so, the vampires and the demons decided it was once again time for the witches to fall.

Medusa left an icecream shop on a little street in Seattle, Washington, with an icecream cone in hand. She looked like any normal woman in the city, but there was no way she was. She had a bag swung over her It was full of all her weapons and goodies. A snakes head poked out of the bag to look around. "No." she said quietly to it and gave a gentle swat. It went back in the bag and Medusa looked at the top of the building and into the eyes of a crow. It stopped moving, as if it was parilised (sp?) She smiled. Her powers were coming back. Although her eyes would never turn another to stone like they did in her first life, she was satisfied with freezing them for a moment. A tall man then slipped his hands around her waist from behind. "Watcha doing?" Medusa let out a small smile. "Nothing, Lykos." She turned around and looked into his red eyes. "Don't-" He became frozen. "Let me talk." she said in her monotone voice. "I had one of my snakes slithering the trains to see if any witches have shown up. I think we got one" Medusa reached into her bag and pulled out a pair of sun glasses and put them on. Lykos was unfrozen. "Ok, let's go check it out."
They walked to the train station, Medusa still eating her icecream cone with Lykos's arm around her shoulders.

Desiree was standing out in the large, rainy Denson [Made up] Forest, not far from the large city of Seattle. The rain was falling through the branches of the trees, and she held her large silver staff in her right hand, the purple clean cut gem on top glowing softly as she staring up at the rain drops falling on her ivory face. A small breeze blew through her long black hair, making some of the strands whisper across her face as her violet eyes twinkled slightly. She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath as she felt magic, dark and good, near and far from her and it was felt in her veins. She knew the hunt had started, and she turned towards the open door of her large purple and black carriage, an elegant vessel that was a beautiful site to be hold. If one were to go inside, the carriage would become a house inside with a bedroom and a bathroom and a small kitchen where potions and food were made. In the doorway sat Sophie, Desiree's black fluffy kat who was calm and her thick long tail swished side to side. Desiree smiled at her, petting Sophie's head softly and then she looked down at her long sparkling purple ruffled skirt and her black corset, tight against her hour glass curves as she took another deep breath.

"It's almost time, Sophie... it's almost time." she said and then she stepped inside the carriage, the doorway turning into the lobby into her large house. She would wave her staff and the house shrunk into the inside of a carriage and she waved her staff again, the carriage starting to move along the trail in the forest towards the large City of Seattle, and Sophie curled up beside Desiree, closing her eyes. Desiree closed her eyes as well, listening to the rumbling of the wheels of the carriage and the rain drops falling on the glass of the carriage windows.

((OOC: paralyzed))

The hallway leading up to The Den was covered in black. Not black paint, but blood. Years and years worth of dried blood. Some of it came from the demons Valens himself had killed. More came from those demons who would regularly bleed themselves as tribute to the demon king. Still more came from the most precious source of them all: witches.

All demons loved and literally fed off of souls. They would kill anything that had a soul that was ripe for the picking just for that high of newly gained power. Valens was, and in many ways still is, this kind of a demon. However, he is one of the few that have taken it one step further, one step that has led him to gain infinitely more than if he were to just rip the souls out of bodies. Valens, and a very select few, have managed to hold back their urge for blood lust for just a moment, and have managed to capture some witches alive.

Valens burst through the dual heavy, wooden doors at the entrance of The Den. They creaked loudly as they moved away from Valens, as if screaming and running from the very sight of him. And rightfully so, the small critters and menial demons in the room too ran to hide in the shadows, trying to escape the very sight of the master that both gave them life and could take it away in but a moments notice. Inside the room, inside The Den, is where the witches lay.

It was a dark place of great evil and constant terror. Evil and menacing trapped souls constantly wander inside, tormenting witch, demon, and critter alike. The blackness of the walls is the thickest inside of The Den, reducing the total size of the room drastically in comparison to its original size. But it wasn't always this way. When Valens first created this room, it was just as pathetic as the rest of his lair. It seemed so brightly lit, it was far too vast, and far too empty. So, he decided to change this. One by one, he managed to capture three sister witches over the course of just a few earthly years. They were put into cages inside this room. They were beaten, horribly beaten. Tormented and chained, their minds grew weaker and weaker as the years passed. This was not fast enough for Valens however. He wanted their power too badly to continue waiting. That's when he brought the spirits in.

They, too, used to be witches, but witches of a different kind. They were those you might hear of through fairy tales. They had long, wart encrusted faces, elongated noses, and crackled with a piercing scream. Well, that was until Valens had their throats removed. He hunted down these evil but unsuspecting witches and captured their tormenting souls inside of rare pendents. After capturing enough of them, he brought all of the pendents down to The Den and shattered them. The sound that they made when they were all released shook even the strong spirit and resolve of Valens himself, and it brought the still young sisters to their knees. One of them tore out her eyes, another her ears, and the third her tongue.

The three sisters had taken on the brunt of the evil hags' screams, and they became eternally cursed and lost. Their minds gone, the evil spirits that were released that day are now the only thing that drive the sisters, and they are driven through insanity to this very day, 200 years later.

With a short Thud the witche's corpse fell to the ground as it was no longer held by Dalton's hand. He stood in front of one of the High Class demons, which had ordered him to chase him food. Soul food, obviously.
"Here you go," he said calmly, wiping the witche's blood from his hand. He should have watched out more, now his gloves would smell like that for at least two days... "You got your part. Now give me mine."
Grinning maliciously the demon threw a pouch filled with metallic coins over to Dalton, who caught it with a swift movement. He nodded.
"Is that all?"
The demon grunted. it was barely comprehensible, but Dalton could make out a "Yes."
"Well, I'll get back to the overworld then. And you better have more money, cause I really am in a bad mood today. A bad mood which I will let out on the witches." He almost spat out the last word.
"Why don't you stay a bit more?" grunted the demon. His foul smell felt like a hit against the chest if one made the mistake of breathing it in. "You always leave so fast... let us have a glass first... among friends."
"You know perfectly well that I am not your friend," replied Dalton. "I am working for you, that's all. And when that damn curse is lifted you'll never see me again."
"I know that... but you should take things a bit lighter."
"Hmph. Nothing in life is ever easy."
"You simply have had bad luck." The demon grinned.
If it hadn't been for the good payment that he got for the witches that he chased for him, that demon would now have a silver-tipped arrow in his head. But like this instead Dalton turned around and headed back to the entrance. He was in a real bad mood today... the witches should watch out.

The Den was also filled entirely with a vast array of books. They consisted of every type of written magic from the most basic, everyday spells to spells that take days to cast and create great evil over entire worlds. Some of the books have words and runes written in them and on them that are so evil that they are given a type of pseudo animation, making it seem as if they are trying to avoid being read for the fear of the power that they possess. And a few books, created with such evil and violent intent, written with the blood of a hundred virgin spellcasters by a thousand year old warlock, were constantly floating, flying, at the highest point in the room. They had been given true animation, and move at such speed that most of the time all Valens could see was half-visible rings moving about the ceiling. The only way to stop them was through the demands of cursed magic casters, spilling their own blood in rituals older than almost every being in both the under and over worlds.

"Witches!" Valens boomed with unquestioning authority. "Tell me, what is to come! What do you see of this new witch hunt?"

The three sisters, completely naked and yet without the smallest bit of skin showing through all the blood that covers them, crawled over to Valens. They never looked up, and always grovelled on the ground, bleeding from all their many self inflicted wounds. As they got closer to Valens, books started falling off their shelves. At every inch they moved forward still more and more books fell. But they were not hitting the ground, no. They were stuck in suspended animation, all gathering at the center of the room. When all three witches finally looked up in perfect synchronization, the books burst into a speed as fast as the legendary cursed books at the height of the room. They all started moving their mouths, but not a sound would come out. Instead, Valens heard his answer through the wind caused by the cursed books.

"The power is there is share. The witch from the past has come fast. In Seattle it's time to face the race." With those last syllables the books seemed to quite, and the witches started to move their gaze back to the floor. But all of a sudden they breathed in heavily, their faces awestruck and their expressions filled of fear.

"It's time to face the Black Desire!" The three witches screamed inwards with their own voices. The books exploded outwards against the walls, and some of the menial demons dropped dead from the sound of the cursed witches' true voices. Those who didn't die held their heads and screamed in bitter agony and they smashed their skulls into the walls to try and get the horrific sound out of their heads. Valens on the other hand just frowned. He had never seen his witches like that before, and he knew that it was a bad sign. All Valens knew now was that he had to get an Infil-Traitor to Seattle, Washington to tell him what exactly it was that was going on.

As Desiree came to the large city, she was on the outskirts and she knew her carriage couldn't be seen... she knew she would have to change her apparel. She would sigh and she slowly waved her staff as her Victorian dress changed into a purple corset with black lace on the top and a black jewel in the center, it was sleeveless so her bare shoulders and neck and slender arms were bare and her pale ivory skin was exposed. She had on some tight black skinny jeans with rips and tears on the jeans, and she was wearing a pair of black heels that would make clicks on the floor if she walked across a sidewalk or pavement. She let her hair fall, though she wondered if one would be shocked to see her long hair hanging almost to her waist and she sighed, keeping it down instead of putting it up into a ponytail. She was wearing black fingerless gloves with bows on the edges. She glanced at the doorway on her stopped carriage, seeing her cat looking up at her and she smiled. "What do you think, Sophie?"

"... Looks a bit revealing to me." The cat replied in a sweet purring voice, maybe about 19 years old. Desiree laughed as she threw her arms up.

"Ah, but I see no shame in letting my shoulders and back meet the wind that flies through the air! Besides, hopefully, it will attract some hunters and I can send them on their way to hell where they belong!" she laughed and then ran a hand through her hair as the cat rolled it's yellow green eyes. She then waved her staff again as the carriage turned into a purple convertible with a top, and Sophie had jumped with a shocked meow onto Desiree's shoulder. Desiree laughed and opened the driver's seat as the cat hopped in and Desiree turned her staff to be wand sized. She slid into the leather seat and set her wand into the small box where she would rest an arm while driving, and shut the door and locked them.

Then, she put her foot on the gas.

Valens walked carefully out of The Den. He had heard more than enough for him to start his hunt, and he had to get back to his throne and summon an Infil-Traitor. They were ugly, weak creatures. Their minds were small and easily corrupted. Their bodies broken faster than any other creature Valens had ever known. They were humans.

They lived down in the depths of the underworld. Valens occasionally allowed them the feast on an extra soul he had obtained in order for them to keep their strength up. If ever Valens had caught far too many souls in one day, he even allowed them an extra ration, allowing them not only to survive until the next ration, but in fact gain more power. That is why they became perfect scouts for the overworld. They may not be sophisticated anymore as they once were, but they were still human nonetheless, and many of them super human, having power and vitality far greater than the average humans. However, as humans, they were also even more expendable than the many menial demons Valens had around the castle. In his mind, Valens had no better scout when it came to the overworld than with the Infil-Traitors.

"Weak Skin! Where are you Weak Skin?!" Valens boomed as he reached his throne room. Weak Skin was Valens' most trusted Infil-Traitor. Though it was not because he had the most experience, but because he had somehow managed to never frustrate Valens to the point of killing him like he had done to so many others.

In the distance Valens saw Weak Skin running to him on all fours like a dog. One side effect of eating so many souls as a human was that it sometimes caused odd mutations. Sometimes is was as visible as growing an extra limb or a third eye. Other times, as was the case with Weak Skin, the mutations allowed them to become better Infil-Traitors without them becoming revealed as something they aren't supposed to be. In his case, he has gained the ability to rotate his joints at will at angles that were supposed to be impossible, for a human. The most noticeable way he reveals this mutation is often time by rotating his knee 180 degrees around, allowing him to run on all four limbs like a dog.

"Yes, my lord?" Weak Skin hissed out as he reached Valens' feet.

"I need you to go to Seattle, Washington and search for witches. The witch hunt is on, but the prophecies are mixed. Find out who or what 'Black Desire' is. Now go, and don't disappoint me."

"Never, my master. Never disappoint."

They searched the train for an hour ,but Medusa and Lykos could not find any witches.
"Any luck?" Lykos asked Medusa. Medusa shook her head. "No." Medusa bent down and a serpent slithered from the ground and onto her hand.
She placed it into her bag.
"Let's get out of here." She said and the left the train station. Medusa threw the rest of her cone and the snakes finished it off. "Let's check the forest. I hear there's a few hags there."

As the two hunters walked into a large forest, they could instantly feel some magic flowing. Medusa cracked her neck and smiled as an old woman hobbled in front of them. When she looked up at them, her eyes went wide and she ran the other way. "They never learn." Lykos said and leaped onto all fours chaseing the woman. He howled and within minutes a wolf came into the clearing, it's fur crimson like blood. Medusa threw off her sunglasses and grabbed a dagger out of her bag. "I know there's another one of you here."

She turned and threw the knife, hitting a tree right in front of a woman about to flee. She was pale and beautiful with yellow hair and a gray dress. The woman looked breifly at Medusa (not in her eyes) and she ran. Medusa grabbed all her weapons and her two serpents slithered up her arms. Medusa leaped into the tree tops and jumped from branch to branch, following the witch. "You think you can run from me?" the witch turned and threw a ball of light at Medusa, but she jumped to the other tree before it hit her. "Your kidding me right. A light witch? This be fun." Then Medusa caught the witches eyes and she froze. One of the serpents slithered off Medusa's arm and lunged at the witch.

Cutlery clanked against plates as Hazel slid into the kitchen through the garden door. Her little brother was already digging in to a vegetable pie and chips, and her own plate sent heavenly tendrils of scent towards her. She sat down as her mother put some orange juice on the table next to her. Across the table her dad was frowning at a novel, engrossed, a few mouthfuls taken from his now neglected plate.

"You all packed for tonight?" Hazel's mum asked, causing Hazel to start, then scowl as her full mouth prevented her from answering. She gulped with difficulty. "Why do you always ask me stuff just as the fork reaches my mouth? Yeah I'm packed, meeting the others at 5ish. Katy's dad's driving us to the campsite I think. Either that or Erics...".
"Sleeping bag?" "Yes." "Stove?" "Yes." "Torch?" "Mum... I have been camping a million times. I have not forgotten anything.".
Her little brother smirked, "especially not your magic wand".

Hazel darted a glare his way. Smiling wistfully, her mum ruffled her hair, "I think it's wonderful you're letting the healing power of crystals influence you". Groaning, Hazel scrunched her nose up, "it's not like that-". Her up-till-now silent father bestowed a little snort on the bickerers. Hazel took another mouthful of food, broody.

After she'd eaten she walked up to her room. Bunting and circus posters languished on the walls, crystals on her shelf glittering in the afternoon light. Her walls were painted deep purple, her bed-covers a lush satin blue. The whole room oozed colour and richness, a cosy cave filled with candles on an evening. Her brother passed her open door. "Hippy". "Mosher". They smiled at each other, then he was gone, to his room.

"Who's there?" Hazel suddenly blurted.

Time stretched. There was something, definitely something, or someone, a presence, something here something bad something that lingered... She climbed onto her bed, her back to the wall, confused. The hairs on her neck stood on end.

And then the feeling passed. She went to her desk and picked up her wand, wrapping her hand around the labradorite tip, warming the stone with her palm. She imagined protective energy flowing into her. These days she kept spooking herself so much. Overactive imagination.

"I should probably do some homework..." she said to the empty room. Hazel sat down at her desk, shaking her head to dislodge the feeling.

"Come on Sally, don't be like that. You know that movie was awesome," remarked John, a young college student returning home after just having been on a movie date with the lovely girl he held in his arms.

"Are you kidding me John? That movie scared the crap outta me," Sally retaliated back. She was also a young college student of a few months younger.She was the most beautiful thing John had ever laid his eyes on, or so he told her. She wasn't so sure on how honest he was being, given the fact that he was known for his many girlfriends before her. However, she couldn't help but get lost in his frequent, albeit often times cheesy, flattering compliments.

"Ha ha, I could tell. I think you managed to bruise my arm from how hard you were holding it throughout the entire movie," said John in his familiar playfully teasing manner. "But hey, I told you it wasn't going to be like that bull shit happy-go-lucky movie we saw last week."

"Well, yeah but I didn't think it was gonna be anything like that. And besides," Sally started saying in her most seductive voice, "that movie had a very... romantic ending." Sally got in close to John, standing on her toes to help reach his height.

"Mmm, I do like romance," commented John as he closed the gap between the pair of teasing lips. Just as they were about to kiss, the very ground beneath them began to move.

"What the fuck?!" John blurted as he moved away from the spot he was standing, taking Sandy with him. They had been standing on a manhole cover, which was now being pushed upwards and to the side by a single hand. As Sandy and John stood by in shock, the man that was attatched to that arm started to move up the ladder and reveal himself.

He was dressed in a horribly tattered black suit. It was covered in every type of filth imaginable, making it smell worse than a thousand farms full of animal feces. The man had black hair, or at least hair that was now black from the liquid the man must have been swimming in below the manhole. He walked up very nonchalant like, as if this was an everyday thing for him. The man looked around briefly, eventually making eye contact with the couple.

"Good evening, sir, lady." And with that, the man straightened his suit, and started walking down the street.

John and Sally, without saying a word, looked at each other, turned around, and walked home in silence. Whatever mood they were in before, it had most certainly just been lost.

As Lykos returned with the old womans limp corpse slung over his shoulders, Medusa leaned over the younger witches body. "It looks like the gods are favoring me, eh Lykos?" Lykos rolled his eyes. "This coming from a woman cursed by one." Medusa growled. "And your one to talk, you little Puppy?" Lykos threw the crones body to the floor and gazed at the younger witch. "Is she still alive?" he asked. "Yes. She'd be more usefull alive. Do you know how much some demons and vampires would pay for a Light Witch dead? Think of the money we'd get for her alive?" Lykos wiped some blood off his mouth. "A Light Witch, huh? How long did it take to knock her out." Medusa sighed. "Not very long. She's clearly untrained. That means raw magic."
Lykos almost jumped in delight and his wolf ran to his side. "Well, let's summon a demon over here and get some cash!!!" Medusa smiled grimmly.
She took the old witches body and slit her throut, letting fresh blood hit the ground. "Demons of the underside, smell this blood, may you abide, to the rules we set. Come to us." The earth shook. "What was that?" Lykos asked. "I don't know." Medusa answered as she took out her knife. "Something powerful."

Desiree parked on a sidewalk, in the heart of Seattle as she unlocked the doors and stepped out, running a hand through her hair. She glanced around with her violet eyes before looking to Sophie, winking and she shut the car doors and locked them. Sophie hopped into the backseat which had water, food, and a glamorous pet bed. Desiree would start walking down the street after grabbing her wand and she glanced around, the wand tucked into a large pocket of her jeans as she folded her arms over her chest. If a witch was nearby, she would sense them but she was really here to slay a few witch hunters and cast them to hell so the witches would be safe, because she had felt a strong dark magic fill the air. She knew that the Witch Hunt was starting, and some young witches out there would need her.

Desiree turned a corner past a small cafe and she whistled to herself as she strolled by people, the sky darkening as she whistled and rain threatened to pour over the large city. Her hips swayed side to side as her heels clicked on the ground and she ignored the stares she got from other's passing by. She would stop, smelling the air as it was poisoned with black magic. But she did smell the light magic through all the black evil darkness that was making the city smell so awful... she also smelled...

Demons. And Witch Hunters.

((OOC: I am guessing you are referring to me. When I said that the earth shook, I simply meant that the manhole cover moved, not that the earth itself literally shook :P but I'll go with it anyways. I guarantee you would have run into him eventually, whether by sight or by smell))

Weak Skin didn't even notice the appallingly bad smelling aroma that he carried with him. When you are down in underworld for a long enough period of time, eventually you lose certain senses, namely you taste and your scent. Though Weak Skin hadn't lost his taste yet, he lost his ability to smell anything long, long ago. Far longer than he even remembers. In fact, one of his earliest memories was him getting his first taste of a spare soul. From that very moment on, he became addicted to the power they gave him. He enjoys devouring souls now as much as any demon does, and he is willing to do anything for Valens just so he can experience his next high.

Weak Skin had climbed up to an area that was much less populated by humans. He knew from his experience that the fewer people whom initially saw him exit the sewers the better. His cover had always been, and still is, a simple, dirty hobo. He had learned that it was the role that fir him best, and he seemed to look like many he had seen before on previous trips down alleys and through slums. Given his overall condition, it was a very believable cover.

As he walked further down the street, he started meeting more and more people. They kept their distance from him, but Weak Skin, having gained much power from feasting on souls, could see that they were all indeed just human. Being it so that he had devoured many different souls that came from a wide variety of creatures, he gained the natural ability to pick out those that were hiding in plain sight. Thankfully, witches were a part of that group. Plus they had a tendency to dress very obviously anyways, carrying odd items and rare pendants that may not mean anything to a human, but could mean everything to a witch. Then, he heard the whistle of a departing train.

Ah, so that explains why all the humans are around here, Weak Skin thought to himself. Better place to start off. Got lucky. He then began scanning the crowd of humans walking down the street, looking for anyone suspicious, witch or otherwise.

((OOC: currently, he is on the street that Lilaura is on. However, if she doesn't reply soonish then i'll have him move on.))

Lilaura heard a small commotion behind her, forcing her to turn her head. The thing that came from the manhole made her mouth drop. Glancing around quickly she backed herself into a small nook next to a building and waited. Hoping and praying that whatever it was it didn't see her. She had deduced quickly that he was probably a minion of a Demon Lord, or a Demon himself. She'd been reminded just about every day of her life about the prophecy and what would occur, but until that moment she hadn't believed it. The pull to find whoever it was in Seattle now grew stronger. She wanted to at least die knowing she had fulfilled her part of this prophecy. When it seemed the minion had gone in the opposite direction towards the train station Lilaura hastily retreated down another road. The further she got away the easier she felt. The hairs on the back of her neck slowly calming.

She ran a finger lovingly along the onyx ring. "That was close. I'm sure by now every person around here wont be trustworthy, whose to say who is a demon or vampire and who isn't. But if this Witch that lived the last Witch Hunt is here I must find her. We could be greater in numbers, but I don't know what she looks like, how will i find her?" she asked, not getting a reply Lilaura continued walking further into the city. Passing signs, and as she went the people grew less and less. This again made her nervous. The slightest use of magic could send every demon within a fifty mile radius in her direction, but she had to risk it. Pulling out the map of the city she held her hand over it, the silver chained pendulum dangling over it, checking around to see that no one was there and softly spoke. "The Witch who survived, be she the key, guide thy steadfast path to thee." the pendulum swung slowly in a circular motion before resting on a location, it was a bit far from where she was so she stuffed the pendulum in her pocket and closing up the map gave one last look around. "This is not going to be easy" and with that she move down an alley, if she made a few shortcuts she'd get there after a time, but who lurked in the shadows, well that would be her greatest troubles.

[ooc: Sorry about the delay, slept till 4:30 and had work today so I couldn't get on till after midnight]

Damien looked around. He felt something. His senses were sharp now, he had finally gotten the hang of them...but he wasn't sure what he was looking for...

Weak Skin continued on his path, checking out every being that passed him. To his disappointment, everyone that passed was human. He had nearly reached the train station itself, before he finally felt something. To him, it felt like a the smallest tugging of his skin, as if just a single hair had been pulled out of his arm. And that's when he knew he was in the right place.

The magic spell used must have been small, no form of attack or defense. Weak Skin was sure that it wasn't even something that might be more obvious, such as a visibility spell. No, those were all too strong for such a light tugging at Weak Skin's souls. Though he might not know what the spell was exactly, he knew it's location. The witch soul in him was drawn to it like a petty moth to the flame. And so, Weak Skin let that soul guide him, and he ran towards it with all the speed his legs could manage.

Blaise stared out at the dark road before him, the headlights of his car staring straight into the night. Not so long ago, he had passed a sigh saying 'Welcome to Washington', which the vampire hunter couldn't help but smirk at. He was going to need all the warming welcome he could get, driving with only a provisional license and carrying a sports equipment bagful of weaponry and armoury in the boot. It was fortunate he appeared older than nineteen and he had seen no police cars since entering the state neighbouring his own. The stubble helped, but that was merely due to the fact he had been in a rush to get out of the crappy motel he had stayed in. He had seen three cockroaches in the bathroom and a rat in the corridor. Not that kind of place you came to for a second night unless you were desperate.

"I'm having the time of my life~" The dark haired young man sung quietly to himself as the radio blared out the hit tune from the hit movie, 'Dirty Dancing'. It was one of Blaise's favourites (both the movie and the song), though he would never have admitted it. His iPod was crammed full of more 'masculine' genres; heavy metal, rock and techno. It was all a farce however, half of the songs on there he had barely even heard of, let alone listened too, and the one half he did listen to he didn't like except for the older stuff. 'Gun 'n' Roses' for example, 'Led Zepplin' and a few more classic sensations--

Beeep! Beeep!

In one fluid motion, Blaise slipped the phone from his pocket, flipped it over in his hand, tapped the 'Recieve' icon and brought it to his ear. The conversation was short, yet not very sweet. It was from his mother, another vampire hunter, who wanted to know how he was getting along. He told her he had entered Washington, but purposefully forgot to mention how long ago. He could just imagine his mother sighing and making some crass comment about how his older brothers would have made it in half the time and wouldn't have even stopped to sleep. Eli would then have commented how that was a hazard to themselves and to other drivers, and then recieved a stern telling off for his efforts.

"Okay, bye." He ended the call, not even bothering to say he loved her. Since the funeral, those times had ended. From that day, new and much harder times had been ahead for Blaise, after all, it was his destiny to be a high-quality vampire hunter. These days however, he had been assigned to protect someone. Though he hadn't been told, Blaise guessed it was the withces. His parents were on good terms with a few of the kind, and since the witch huntings had started up again, it was only natural they ask for the vampire hunters help when a large majority of the witch hunters were vampires. Blaise had no complaints about protecting anyone, he only hoped they would be young, female and pretty. But even so, a small voice in the back of his mind kept asking if he was up to it. Keeping himself alive while killing vampires was one thing, but looking after another person as well, who was unpredictable and quite possibly stupid or stubborn enough not to do what he says and keep themselves safe.

That was a completely different bowl of soup.

Alex was in his room bored listening to Three Day Grace he turned off his black stereo he walked outside to his balconey he looked back to his apartment it was small but it was all the room he needed. He rubbed his hand over his chest right where his rune is he smiled "It was all worth it in the end." He went back inside and held out his hand and a book flew right into his hand he smiled "I love casting spells without saying a word." he started to read thinkong to himself new ways to use his magic.