"Sorry man can't help you these are only meant to open door's" Will said sheepishly feeling sorry for his Alpha, for he knew very well the painful bite of silver. Eclipse looked down at the man's foot and the thick cuff then bent down and took his foot a little to forcefully by mistake and slipped her small finger's into a space between his ankle and the cuff. With a quick pull backward's the cuff snapped and fell to the ground and Eclipse stood up and looked at Will. She was getting very........uncomfortable if so many people around her.
"Good bye" Eclipse said then headed towards the cell door and out into the hallway.
"Hey wait Ellie! ugh" Will groaned as she kept walking down the hallway. As she passed a cell she saw a tall man pinning a girl to the wall and her threat detection kicked in. A quick scan conformed he was a demon and a her arm shifted automatically to a gleaming silver sword coated in holy water and strangely enough her blood. She didn't know the reason for this, she would have to ask someone about it later.
"Threat or friend?" Eclipse asked the man as she looked at the girl. Something tugged on her human heart and an emotion she never felt before sprung to her gleaming silver eye's.
Concern

Viktor sighed as he put on his shirt, exasperated. He nodded to Severn, "Yes, that will be most helpful." His gaze turned to William as Muldoon approached the cell. Silver. Viktor suppressed a smile as Eclipse removed Muldoon's shackles, his eyes following the silver as it clattered against the floor. He then nodded his goodbye to Eclipse.
"Ah, Lord Muldoon," he said sincerely, having addressed Muldoon in a formal fashion was a custom Viktor had for many years. Without a doubt, he felt Muldoon was someone to be respected, despite his werewolf nature.
"Things certainly are lively today. I find it makes for a nice change of pace compared to the dull everyday occurrences. You may leave the silver here, if you wish," Viktor smirked. Once again, he sat down on the corner of the bed. Truthfully, he suspected that the Scientists were going to barge in at any minutes and hall him down to the basement. Maybe even torture Severn even further in his absence. Such a thing would definitely hinder his plan to attend the attic meeting. He couldn't allow that.

(Kill Count: 35)

"I think the freaks are all in their cells." The guard muttered, he and Cian still walking through the halls. "I can have lunch by myself." Cian muttered, wondering if the man would ever go away, "Why don't you check on everyone, hm? Make sure everyone's in their place. You don't want the freaks running around."
The guard shot a doubtful look at him, "And leave you alone? No way-"
"Oh, right! Because there's a one percent chance of me escaping!" Cian cheered, an over-enthusiastic smile on his face. His expression hardened, "I'm not going anywhere." He growled as he glared at the handcuffs he was wearing, the one thing that stopped him from freedom. He felt pathetic. What kind of demon was he, anyway? How much of an idiot did it take to be locked up for ten years and all plans to leave being crushed before he could even try! Not only was it obviously wretched, but embarrassing too! Cian could see the others laughing at him quite clearly, he was a joke.

He must have been too busy thinking to notice the guard leave, because the next thing he knew he was standing alone in the ugly hallway. Maybe the next time he saw one of the scientists he'd tell them that they needed to repaint. And clean. And disinfect. The building was in such a disgusting state Cian hated knowing that it was now his home. He'd much rather live in Hell.

His original idea had been to get something to eat, but faint noises from somewhere in the prison completely threw his idea off course. Now he wanted to see who else was living here. Officially, anyway. Cian had always been able to put names to the faces, but rarely being allowed out of his cell had definitely stopped him from getting to know any of them. Not that he- well, actually yes he did want to know them, but befriending them was out of question.
Cian headed in the direction in which the sounds were coming from.

Severn nodded with a grin. Her gaze fell to the doorway where a man came in covered in silver and the small girl left. She frowned, visibly uncomfortable. She found herself cringing toward Viktor. She felt a sense of safety with him as well as something else...

She turned her head and cleared her throat before turning to look at the demon once more. She took pity on the demon. She knew the pain of burning metal. "Demon, Do you need healing as well? Once I am finished with Sir Viktor, I can assist you as well. I know a similar pain." She said, sitting beside Viktor on the bed. She focused her power to her healing hands. She turned her torso to Viktor. "My apologize, You will need to remove your shirt. I need direct contact with your skin." She said with a gentle grin. It came off differently then she intended but c'set la vie. She turned her head to the Demon. "I am Severn, Seelie Queen, by the way."

((Sorry so short))

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Cassandra stayed pinned against the wall, her face inches from the demonic entity she's grown so accused to. She hadn't faltered from his sudden aggression, wouldn't show any sign of fear or weakness. She knew him enough to sense his unease, his restlessness. She didn't know exactly who he was in the pits of Hell but if the devil himself hadn't wanted to let him go, he must've been important. Her breathing was steady, looking into those deep red eyes with unwavering attention. He'd shoved her against the wall, got most of his initial frustration out, all she had to do was let him have time to collect her thoughts.

She didn't actually think that he would live up to his word.

Lazarus grasped the back of her neck, propping her head back by her chin with the pad of his thumb. Cassandra didn't do so much as let out a gasp before he pressed his body against hers. She let her eyes fall shut and Lazarus chuckled darkly. She let out a exhilarated sigh as he nuzzled the nape of her neck, wincing as his fangs sunk deep into her flesh. Her whole body wriggled, writhing in on itself as the pain nearly made her cry out. She whimpered, her forehead falling against his collarbone as he drank. Her heart was pounding, blood throbbing in her ears making her near deaf. He wasn't drinking as greedily as before, as if now was the right time to decide to be gentle. The way he lapped at her skin, cleaning off the access blood as he pulled away, it was like an apology. And Cassandra could feel the wound heal as he leaned away, ever so slightly.

There was a pregnant pause between them as she caught her breath, her head still on his shoulder, her hands gripping the front of his shirt—only a little less tightly now. Lazarus grasped her wrists gently, pinning them to the wall. Cassandra's head fell back against the wall with a sigh, her lips parted as she tried to regain her composure.

I'm going to go anemic if you keep drinking me like this...

Lazarus smiled, genuinely for the first time in months. "I highly doubt that, Angel Wings." he muttered, his voice a whisper as his gaze flitted all over her face. Cassandra was taken aback by the concern in those crimson hues.

So will you come?

The demon smirked now, amused, "Yeah, sure Cas, why not?"

"Threat or friend?"

The robotic interjection tore them away from their tender moment, and Lazarus had vanished instantly the moment he heard it. Cassandra snapped her head to the side, seeing the android girl through the bars of her cell window. Her eyes widened in fear, afraid that if this girl got a hold of Lazarus she'd kill him. Cassandra ran up to the door, her hands gripping the bars, "No, please! You weren't supposed to see him! He's my friend! Don't hurt him, okay? You can't tell anyone he was here and you can't hurt him—I'm begging you." Her breath was heavy from the exertion and she struggled to calm down her breathing. "Hi...I'm Cassandra. You can call me Cassie." She looked the robot girl over, terrified as she took in the holy water drenched sword that had replaced her robotic arm. "W-What's your name?"

"Boy not a threat, ok" Eclipse said and the sword instantly disappeared.
"Ok I wouldnt tell anyone and if he's not threat i wouldnt hurt him, i dont hurt innocence people" Eclipse said and Cassie's words kinda hurt. Does she really think Eclipse is heart-less. People keep calling her an android but she isnt an android, an android is a complete robot that looks like a human, Eclipse is half metal, half flesh, she has a beating heart and other organ's that every living things have. She can even produce children.
"My name is Eclipse and i am not an android so please stop calling me that, i am not android girl like what you were just thinking" Eclipse said quietly.
"I'm not a heart-less monster you know" Eclipse mumbled quietly as her voice went completely human, no robotic under tone.

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"Boy not a threat, okay." Cassandra sighed in relief when her sword vanished, resting her clammy forehead against the bars. "Okay, I won't tell anyone and if he's not threat I wouldn't hurt him. I don't hurt innocence people." Another wave of relief crashed against her psyche. A smirk even formed on her lips at the word innocent. Lazarus was a lot of things but she could hardly refer to him as innocent. Cassandra looked up through the bars, making eye contact. She tilted her head in confusion when she saw a hurt look in the other girl's eyes. "My name is Eclipse and I am not an android, so please stop calling me that. I am not android girl like what you were just thinking." Eclipse said quietly, "I'm not a heart-less monster you know." Her voice went completely human with no hint of a robotic under tone, as if to guilt trip her for letting the term robotic or android cross her mind. As if that she hadn't grown a robotic arm earlier, or speaks in a voice that mimicked an AI.

"I never called you that," Cassandra responded defiantly. In fact, she was sure she'd never spoken those words out loud, she'd only ever thought-.... And there in lies the problem. Cassandra sighed, hanging her head back in exhaustion. "Is no thought sacred anymore?" she wondered aloud. She slumped against the door, sliding down onto the floor. She stay like that, sitting up on her knees with her hands pressed to the cold metallic door. It was bad enough Lazarus could do it. Now this Eclipse could too? Was she a prisoner in her own mind now?

It's the price you pay for being so open minded, Cas.

Speak of the devil, the devil will appear—they say. Cassandra tossed her gaze to the left to see Lazarus sitting lazily in the corner as if he'd always been there. The shadows of the darkened room encased him, making him completely unseen by anyone other than her. Her head perked up, looking from him to the door. She wouldn't allow a thought to pass through her mind. Her demon saw this and cocked an amused grin.

No, she can't hear me. We're not on the same frequency. Unlike you, I'm not careless. I keep my thoughts private. I can block out any unwanted receptors.

Cassandra was relieved. So Lazarus's thought went unheard by anyone else? She'll have to ask him how he was able to pull that off. "I'm sorry Eclipse," Cassandra spoke through the door, "Silly me for thinking my thoughts were private." Her voice sounded bitter. Even Lazarus, with his brows raised in amused surprise, seemed to place her tone as such. Yeah, she was bitter. But who wouldn't be after putting up with this crap for half a decade? "I'm sorry." she repeated simply, "I'll see you later." She thought, at the meeting, knowing that the girl was still snooping in on her train of thought. She turned around, leaning up against the door. She didn't say another word until she was sure the girl had walked away. And even then, it was Lazarus who initiated the conversation.

"So does this mean I'm friend-zoned?"

Anger buzzed through Eclipse as she walked away. It wasnt her fault! she didnt want to read that girl's mind she just cant control it! she cant control anything unless she's in danger. The girls bitter tone had bugged Eclipse, the only reason she was there in the first place was because she thought the girl was endanger.
The scientists wanted Elipse to be a heart-less monster, a killing machine but she devoloped emotions and said she wouldn't hurt the innnocent no matter what anyone told her to do.
That girl was a Nephilium, she seemed nice at first but now Eclipse knew better. Dont trust anyone.
Meeting? what meeting? oh that one.......
Eclipse didnt want to go to the meeting, not with these people. She didnt trust them and she knew no one trusted her. She the stranger, the thing that will leave their lives just as quickly as she had entered.
The most sickening part of it is that no matter how much she didnt trust them, they were literally apart of her, all their DNA interwined with her's.

Viktor smirked at Severn. He slowly took off his shirt, observing her reaction. He could hear her heart flutter slightly. Despite his long years studying the effects of blood and the heart, that time yielded him no ability to read emotions from blood flow. His eyes locked with Severn's, almost as if he were attempting to see her soul. His facial expression softened a little, reflecting his pensiveness.
"Now you're apologizing too much," he teased. Viktor glanced over at Muldoon after scooting a little closer to Severn to better allow her to heal him.
"I've lost count many years ago," he said to Muldoon, "pray tell, how long has it been? I believe you were keeping track. Not that I remember which one of us came first to this horrid place."
He leaned back on his elbows after a time, letting out a slow sigh, "I suppose it doesn't matter too much. However, I am concerned about that girl. She doesn't seem to be built correctly."

(Kill Count: 35)

Severn's gaze fell onto Viktor as he removed his shirt. She fought the urge to smirk. He was handsome and he knew it. She watched him as he watched her. "Now you're apologizing too much" he joked amd she gave a small giggle, barely audible but visible in her features. She flexed her fingers as he moved closer, they'rre knee practically touching. She gently placed a hand over his bullet wounds two at a time-obviously- and her hands warmth and began to give off a green glow. It was low but visible against his pale skin.
As she healed him, she listemed idly to him speak. She looked up as he mentioned the girl amd her brow creased, removing her hands. "She's not. She seems to be a bit of all supernaturals. I can't too be sure but a sense a bit of Fae in her, Vampire and Demon. Angel too I believe. It's curious..." Severn said musing aloud. "We may all have been taken just for her creation." she gathered. It was all a theory but still. "I'm not sure, I don't trust her but then again I never and before they've earned it." She said half to herself, half to Viktor. He'd most definitely earned it.

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"Yeah, sure Cas, why not?"

Well I couldn't just say No, could I? I mean, after all, I had just drank from the girl. Call me a pushover—whatever—the fact of the matter is I'm not a total bastard. And yeah, maybe I've grown a small soft spot for this half-breed. She pulled me out of hell, albeit accidentally but she didn't throw me back in. Look back though, I don't think she would've known how. In any case, the least I could do was go to this damn meeting with her. No doubt some of the other patrons have seen her talk to me over the years or heard her arguing with me in her cell and thought she was mental. I haven't exactly allowed others to see me. Demon perks, and all that. More like fallen angel perks. Too bad Cas didn't utilize those when she had the chance. Showing me to her 'friends' would prove that she's not some psychotic Nephilim. Even if that wasn't her intention, she probably needed the support. Poor girl was as socially awkward as they come. An introvert, I think they're called. No wonder she spends so much time in her thoughts.

And no wonder she got so aggravated with the half-robot girl when she spoke her thoughts out loud to her. I'm sure Cas gets enough of the mind reading from me. But hey, I can understand my Neph's frustration. I mean, I was cockblocked like a son of a bitch. Nevertheless, as soon as I heard that voice I popped out of there real quick. At first it was embarrassing, an arch-demon cowering under the bed from so chick with an android arm. I'm pretty much a badass, but if I get stabbed with something laced in holy water it could be the death of me. Dust bunnies aside, I didn't mind ending up under the bed if it meant I could hear Cas desperately beg the white-haired girl not to hurt me. Made me all warm and fuzzy inside.

I thought she hated me. But there she was, begging the girl not to hurt me or tell anyone about me. I'm honored, really I am. Then she said I was her friend and that kind of killed the mood a bit. I popped up in the corner of the room beside the door, sitting on the floor in the darkness so ol' mecha-chick couldn't see me. Cas retaliated when the girl read her thoughts. That was funny. Then the girl left, all flustered, and I stood to watch her go.

She was a curious thing, that girl. What was her name? Eclipse? Huh. Taking a whiff of her I could tell she was something different. There was definitely traces of Cas in her, and demon blood that was all too familiar. I felt like a dog sniffing after her this much but my curiosity wouldn't let up. This girl was mixed with everything! I leaned back at the realization, a smug grin on my face. So that's why all of these supernatural beings were being held up here. The humans wanted to make their own omni-breed. How quaint. The flesh monkeys are trying to play God.

I sat down beside Cas as she leaned up against the door. She had face buried in her knees as she hugged them close to her chest and initially I had to resist the urge to wrap my arm around her. I scooted closer, our sides touching, and she just barely turned her head to look at me. "So does this mean I'm friend-zoned?" She sighed, realizing immediately that I'd heard her desperate pleas. Poor Cas was exhausted. If it was ever possibly to be able to feel someone will to live drain completely, I could now. It was so obvious by the way she simply sat there and sulked, by how many times she'd sighed in the past five minutes. She was done. I would be happy to oblige but there's one thing she probably doesn't know. Fallen angels, when we die, we don't go to Heaven.

And I'll be damned if I let my angel spend the rest of eternity in Hell.

Viktor smiled, putting back on his shirt. Then, a deep feeling of dread crossed over him. The Scientists had been too quiet for too long. That meant that it was about time for 'lights out.' He had been sent there enough times to know; Viktor's actions were about to land him directly in the basement. He stood upright, his eyes glanced over to the doors. It was only a matter of time before the Scientists would flood into his cell block armed head to toe with gear that would put him in submission. His eyes looked around the cell block, as if he were trying to figure something out.

"Listen to me carefully, Severn. They are coming for me. I have no intention of allowing them to lock me in the basement today, and they know that. I need you to hide, either under my bed or on the ceiling, somewhere out of their reach," He lowered his eyes to the floor. A mental countdown started in his head. His plan was already in motion, but he had to be very careful from now on, or else he would end up dead.
"No matter what happens, I must inform you that what I am doing, I am being forced to do," He almost sounded regretful.

Three... Two... One.. Viktor counted down mentally. On cue, the doors swung open, and a highly geared squad of Scientists stomped in, brandishing their weapons at Viktor.
"Subject," One said, "Surrender now or we will be forced to engage."
Viktor narrowed his eyes, "No."

(Kill Count: 35)

"Listen to me carefully, Severn. They are coming for me. I have no intention of allowing them to lock me in the basement today, and they know that. I need you to hide, either under my bed or on the ceiling, somewhere out of their reach, Viktor said and she nodded. "Alright." She said, she couldn't very well hide on the ceiling but under the bed will do just find. She turned for the bed but stopped as he spoke again. "No matter what happens, I must inform you that what I am doing, I am being forced to do," he said and she looked at him. " I do not fault you for protecting yourself. Or me." She said and slipped under the bed just as the scientists barged in. She kept quiet and was ready to assist if she could.