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Bindings, Curses, and Other Matters

New York City, New York

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a part of Bindings, Curses, and Other Matters, by BlightDemon91.

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Asmodeus [6] "Sometimes there are no words to sum up what has happened. How many times can you fracture, and then pick up the pieces of your lives? Truthfully, you can't even do it once. You just think you can."
Baal [6] The Binder.
James 'Jimmy' Kim [4] "I won't let the monsters win."
Puriel [0] Angel, Templar, Murderer.
Emrys Harte [0] "Well, what do you need me to dig up? I got dirt on everyone, and I mean everyone."

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There was a light drizzle from the sky, the sort of rain where you wouldn't even notice it before you were soaked through and half a mile from your house with no umbrella. Baal had her eyes closed, face upwards, letting the gentle rain cool her down. The best part of living in Hell was leaving it. Then, it hadn't really been created with her comfort in mind.

Evening rolled in as she walked to the warehouse where Asmodeus had agreed to meet her. In a small backpack, she carried the essentials for her plan. Like always, she moved methodically- over the last couple of millennia, she had found little pleasure in the small things. She passed vendors, people and small curiosity shops and spared none of them so much as a glance. Focused, goal-oriented- had she been human, she'd have made it far in the unsympathetic world of business.

Alas.

The door creaked as she pushed it open. Night was upon her now, the warehouse dark and silent, save for the soft thud of her footsteps across the floor. The backpack dropped to the ground, opening seemingly of its own accord. A book, a brush, a jar of something unrecogniseable levitated from within. The tools began to play their roles, almost rehearsed in their movements. Once the circle by the door was complete, the book settled in Baal's hands. She looked down at the page she had selected, raised her hand and snapped her fingers. The room lit up, still dim, so that the dark red markings could only barely be seen. Possibly Asmodeus would be able to see it but, by then, it would already be too late.

She felt as though she ought to say something.

I'm sorry?

This is for the best?

What was it those villainous characters always said- the ones humans made up when they wanted to pretend the world wasn't scary enough. She thought for a moment, but all she could here was a distant laughter, the storm within getting a little too loud. She blinked and shook her head. When Asmodeus arrived, the spell would be activated. It was tailored specifically to him, his sigil making numerous appearances among the symbols. The other subject wasn't important- not in Baal's mind. It didn't matter which unlucky Templar fate chose. One would be chosen, and soon Baal would be stronger than ever before.

Strong enough.

As time drew close, Baal sighed. She had not been looking forward to this part. Drawing breath, she looked down at the page in front of her, and spoke:

"A capite ad calcem
Ex animo
Liga eam, stet
Literra scripta manet
Hic et nunc
Capax infiniti
Consummatum est."


She felt a burning sensation in her chest as the spell blossomed. There was a reason mere mortals rarely cast spells like this on demons- the physical toll was immense. She was down on her knees, gasping breaths as the pain subsided. Then, all she had to do was wait.

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Of all nine Demon Princes, Asmodeus was probably the one who was the least inclined to battle. It wasn't that he disliked it, per say, but more or less that he saw no point in it anymore. A millennia had passed by him, seen him change, just as he had seen the world change. This uneasy truce between Heaven and Hell would probably last for a while, but in the end it too, would fracture. Humans would be the turning point, and the ones caught in the crossfire. To say that he wasn't interested to watch that would be a lie.

But to fight for himself, he didn't care to. It wasn't like a Demon Prince could die, anyway. Well, technically they could, but that would take a considerable amount of effort on someone's part to do so. So, he was content to merely sit back and watch. So when a fellow Prince, and Baal no less, contacted him, asking to meet, Az almost said no. Envy was such a terrible thing, and it fit her perfectly. Lust wanted no part in that.

But he agreed, some part him naturally curious as to what she wanted. A romp, perhaps? He very much doubted that, though he would be loathe to refuse her if she did. He grinned a fanged grin, throwing the cell phone back on the night stand, turning to the woman who was his company.





That had been two days ago, and now Az found himself wandering the warehouse district of the city. He sighed briefly through his nose.

What have I gotten myself into now?

He could feel the hum of magic in the air. It was practically radiating from the warehouse he was supposed to enter, as well as Baal's presence. But it wasn't fighting magic. He narrowed his eyes before pushing open the door, locking eyes with the woman who portrayed the Demon Prince of Envy.

"Just what is it that you're doing, Bally?" He glanced down at the floor, the symbols already snaking their way up and around him. Whatever she wanted, it appeared to have been accomplished. Az never really was very good at types of demonic magic that didn't help him achieve his own goals, but he knew a binding curse when he saw one.

"What game are you playing?" His eyes danced, something caught between anger and amusement, almost like he knew a secret that he wasn't going to tell her. Her eyes, on the other hand, reflected nothing but focus. "You know, you could have just asked me to hand over my Circle instead of going to all this trouble. I would have said no, but still."

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An investigation was underway. It was like some of the usual orders they received from the higher ups. When it came to missions, it was commonplace to have little information to go by, however, in general there was not a single thing that struck Lunaria with any worry. Perhaps it was her condition or just her character, but either way the unknown was not something she faced cowardly. She was skilled and confident in not only herself, but the only other Templar who came to accompany her. A young man she trusted with her life and had known since childhood. A guy who always had a gun locked, loaded, and ready to fire silver bullets. Lunaria connected her gaze and nodded her head to signify readiness for whatever came next.

They enter the warehouse and before her eyes even glanced upon the figures standing ahead, it was as though a fuzzy wave of electricity surged through her skin only to ricochet off her bones. With pulsing veins, blood throughout her body rushed, her heart wobbled within her chest, her head began to hurt, and her stomach curled into knots. Pupils dilated, her brain would feel like it turned itself off. Those mortal eyes couldn’t see the magical aura floating around, but the intense feeling among them all was noticeable. Something she felt before from previous encounters with witches and the like, yet this feeling in particular was something that she had never experienced. It was much stronger. Unbeknownst to her, a powerful spell quickly locked itself inside like a letter being shut and sealed neatly into an envelope.

After that second it was all over. Regaining stance and gripping tightly onto the snath of her scythe, Lunaria prepared herself to fight. What that sudden sickly feeling was, she didn’t know - it was so out of the blue. In the moment there was no time to think.

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It was quiet, and quiet was never a good sign. Jimmy, and Lunaria were sent by the higher ups to investigate a supposed gathering of witches, but now that they were on site he had his doubts about that. But the Templars wouldn't send them here if there wasn't something worth investigating. They entered the warehouse through the back entrance, a more preferable option than going through the front door, there was too many unknowns for a frontal assault, and besides, the element of surprise was any hunter's best friend, no matter what the prey is.

The warehouse was almost completely empty, save for two other people. Jimmy hid around a corner, watching them carefully, and noted the spellwork on the ground, definitely not human. He could almost feel the hairs on the back of his neck stand as he watched the pair, something wasn't right. He glanced over at Lunaria, and saw that something was....off about her. Though whatever it was it seemed it was over as quickly as it started.

Jimmy readied his pistol, taking aim at the pair. "I'll lay down suppressing fire while you get in close. Try to draw them away from the door, we need to cut off their exit." He whispered to Lunaria. "Ready when you are."

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Now that the girl’s attention was back on the task at hand, she too took notice of the ground, and from her knowledge she came to the exact same conclusion as Jimmy. What exactly they were dealing with was a mystery soon to be uncovered, but no matter what they were in for, the both of them were set.

Her eyes remained locked on the ominous subjects as her partner whispered to her while aiming his gun. “Got it.” She replied quietly so that only he could hear, “On two…”

“One,” Lunaria’s eyes focused intently on her targets and her mind played her plan out. She took in a gentle breath and hoped this would go off without a hitch.

“Two.”

Luna charged out from behind the corner. Instead of going directly towards the pair, she ran more so towards the side so that she could try to trap in the vermin.

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Pain under control, Baal was slowly getting to her feet as Asmodeus entered. Her face was tight from the effort, but her expression held the fierce determination that had driven her to this plan in the first place. Closing the book, she looked up at the Demon Prince and sighed. Banter had never been her strong suit, though it seemed to please the other demons plenty. Witty commentary and snide remarks was a little beyond her- possibly she hadn't the pride for it.

"Just what is it that you're doing, Bally? What game are you playing?"

"I should think you would have the intelligence to recognise a binding spell when you see one, Asmodeus." Nailed it.

"You know, you could have just asked me to hand over my Circle instead of going to all this trouble. I would have said no, but still."

She looked at him, something akin to hesitation gracing her expression before it fell blank. She knew he was trapped by the spell by this point, until a viable target came within the range she had set, but for all her planning, she hadn't expected a conversation.

"I assure you it's no trouble at all," Baal replied, though the fine sheen of sweat on her forehead suggested otherwise. "I have no intention of giving you a speech. If you wish, I can provide you with the basics."

She shrugged, the book falling from her hands and floating into the backpack she had brought with her. "I'm not unfair after all."

"I'm binding you to a Templar. You die, they die. They die, you die. You get the idea. When the Templars eventually kills one and then both of you-- yes. I will take your Circle. It's been a long time coming and, frankly, I don't feel like you've been making the most of your power. This is simply... A paradigm shift. Replacing staff."


Az's eyes narrowed, the carefree look on his face finally vanishing. He waited for several seconds before answering. Princes waging battles between one another happened all the time, but most were out of sheer boredom, not actual want for more power.

"You know the cost of upsetting the balance of power, of breaking those seals. Besides that, bound to a Templar or not, you expect me to just roll over and die?" He grit his teeth. There had to more going on to this than she let on. "Are you sure you're ready to accept the consequences? I'd say you'd be condemned, but we're already damned, aren't we?"


Baal remained silent while he spoke, keeping her face neutral. Asmodeus was no fool-- she had expected that. She tensed slightly when he spoke of the consequences.  "If you would roll over and die, that would certainly make the process more efficient," she said. "But factoring in a far more... fragile individual seemed necessary under the circumstances."

It looked as though she was about to say more, when a sudden shift in the atmosphere caused her to look up.

"I took the liberty of facilitating the rumour of a coven operating in the area," she explained. "The cavalry is just in time. This is going to hurt, I'm afraid."

As Lunaria came closer, the circle beneath Asmodeus's feet reacted and began to glow. The spell took effect- binding the two together as designed, seared through their bodies and tightened, like an invisible rope curling around them.

A door behind her opened, and though she didn't turn around to see, she knew the Templars had arrived. Too late to turn back now. Though she couldn't hear what they said, she picked up low whispers as the two humans discussed their plans. As Lunaria began to move forward, Baal bent down to pick up her backpack. Then, doing a half turn towards Lunaria, raised her hand and set the entire warehouse on fire. Hoping this would be enough to distract the mortals for now, she turned back to give Asmodeus a curteous nod. She intended to make her escape before the spell released its hold on him-- though Baal was not averse to fighting, she knew better than to underestimate an emotionally distressed Demon Prince.

"Goodbye, Asmodeus. I'm sure we'll see each other again soon."

With that, Baal threw a glance in Lunaria's direction, wanting to catch a glimpse of the other person unwittingly involved in her plan. A small smile played at the edge of her lips as she walked into the flames-- and vanished.

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