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Jian Fen

"Sweetheart, don't you know better than to play a game you can't win?"

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a character in “Dark Extinction”, as played by rubytuesday

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N A M E
Jian Fen

A L I A S E S
Basilis Jian Fen / her official title, as the oligarchical head of the Siren race

A G E
physical / early 30's , actual / 1248

G E N D E R
although Jian Fen is typically referred to as female, in actuality she is more fluid, as Sirens don't really acknowledge gender nor biological sex

S E X U A L O R I E N T A T I O N
pansexual ; panromantic

S P E C I E S
siren

D I A L O G U E A N D T H O U G H T
dialogue: #543B2F ; thought: #855d4a


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➀ A P P E A R A N C E

H E I G H TW E I G H T
5'9"118lbs

H A I RE Y E S
obsidian, soft wavesdark brown

Ethereal. Angelic. Heavenly. How ironic is it that these words are so oft used to describe those belonging to the Siren species? A group more closely related to demons than to the holy creatures that live among the clouds. And yet they are unrivaled in their beauty, which seems to adapt to whichever physical traits are trending at the time, all whilst keeping that timeless grace and radiance that captures a room's attention in a way rather similar to an insect lured by a venus flytrap.

Night ink pours over porcelain shoulders, framing a heart-shaped face of high cheekbones and remarkably symmetrical features. She could be a doll, if not for the light she radiates, an addicting charisma and beguiling grace that could not possible hope to be confined to plastic limbs and nylon locks. A slender frame of long limbs and soft curves, coated by a smooth satin sheen that is her ivory complexion.

The snow of her features is seemly stained by blood- her rouge lips, which hide pearl teeth and sit full and smirking beneath a dainty nose and a pair of large, doe-ish eyes. Her eyes are especially contradictory- their largeness suggests a sweet innocence, and yet they are so often fixed into a gaze which assures the opposite. A sultry look of promises, silent dares and private jokes.

Jian Fen's appearance can alter to suit the one she is hunting, but often, she finds she doesn't need to change a thing.


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desire embodiment / the ability to take on the form of others' greatest desire, becoming what the viewer most wants their observant to be / connected to illusion manipulation, sirens have the ability to see into the minds of those around them, or, to be more specific, to sense the desires and wants of those around them and subsequently take its form. Depending on the siren's own level of ability, multiple individuals can fall into this illusion at once, with one viewer seeing their dead spouse, and another the embodiment of their lustful desires sending them a beckoning finger. Obviously it is one's own will power that decides the amount of sway this ability has, as opposed to the Song, which is a form of hypnotism as opposed to illusion.

appearance manipulation / the ability to alter one's physical appearance / this power is limited in that a siren is not able to completely alter genetic code- they cannot take the form of non-humanoid entities. They can, however, change their race, bone structure, and biological sex if they so desire.

siren song / the gift of an astonishingly beautiful and enchanting singing voice that is capable of luring anyone who hears it to come towards the singer. / the voices of sirens are like fingerprints- no voice is exactly the same. That also means that some songs are more powerful than others. Jian Fen's own 'song' is legendary in its frightening level of irresistability. It's a sound that cannot be defined with words, so beautiful that it can push even the most indomnitable of individuals to the point of complete and utter subservience. There are laws in the siren community regarding the use of song, for whilst a siren's touch can drink a part of one's life force, a siren's song drains it, stripping an individual of will power, memories, and even life.

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silver-tongued / Jian Fen has a way with words, and with people. Even when going without her abilities, she has a remarkable allure to her, a natural charisma that brings people and attention and consideration to her like moths to a flame. She is well-versed and eloquent, and knows how to use words to charm and twist with equal levels of ease.

confident / bold and unapologetic, she is not afraid to speak her mind nor be the center of attention. Hell, if anything, she was born for it. She is both an unstoppable force and an immovable object.

confident / the siren live in an oligarchical society, led by the most powerful of their people. Jian Fen's manipulative abilities are unrivaled, and whereas most siren can easily lure another being, she can wrap someone's will around her finger, and play a person with all the ease of a ventriloquist playing his puppet.

W E A K N E S S E S
vindictive / when Jian Fen is wronged, she neither forgives nor forgets. She lacks the merciful nature most would prefer in a leader, and instead prefers reprisal to forgiveness. Her manipulative side comes to play, as she often exacts her 'revenge' slyly, quietly, and cruelly.

vain / vanity is one of Jian Fen's most notorious and blatant vices, and retaining her poised, perfect image is something she tends to treat as a top priority, oft to the detriment of arguably more important things.

selfish / self-serving and prideful, she isn't the best at not putting herself first. Other people are simply less important, and she is hardly the type to make sacrifices for the sake of others.

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pride. Pride and confidence. Pride and confidence and vanity and something. Something hypnotic. Even without her abilities, Jian Fen would undoubtedly be a popular woman. A woman to strike jealousy and desire into the hearts of those around her in equal measure. Such is the manner is which she moves and acts and speaks. She has a way with words, a style of speaking that is influential and manipulative. She always seems to know exactly what to say to incite a specific reaction, almost as though her centuries spent studying people have left her understanding them all better than they understand themselves. She has a habit of toying with people when she is bored- setting the scene for drama and trouble whilst watching over it all from a comfortable distance. There is a dark side to her; one that relishes in chaos, and although she would seldom admit such a terrible thing, she is too proud to deny truth, and if confronted, a smirk would be certain on her lips.

Her pride is venomous, at times- a side effect from a lifestyle in which showing weakness is taboo. She is dispassionate at times, a cynic, jaded by years spent thriving in reality. She understands how emotions work, and how greed, pride, wrath overwhelm anything and everything. She knows, because she is a self-aware woman, and she herself is prone to choosing immorality for the sake of advancement. She lacks the noble nature that many of her 'comrades' have, and has few qualms with breaking rules and playing tricks. However, she is certainly not a traitor, and she is far to proud to play a role as universally loathed as a turncoat. Thus, albeit for arguably the wrong reasons, Jian Fen is loyal and honest.

Playful and teasing, she is not easily frightened, and her boldness is ubiquitous regardless of her environment. She would flirt with the devil himself if he was pretty enough. She can be condescending at times, and is hardly the type to mask her distaste for someone. Her honesty is thinly veiled to the point of being backhanded, and she gives as good as she gets. Her political adriotness is a surprising side to her, for her sly manner tends to have people underestimating her savvy. At least, they would, if her reputation did not precede her. She is smooth and quick, and plays the game with all the confidence and nous of someone who has mastered it long ago. Which, in truth, she has.


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Jian Fen's Story

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Mephistopheles sat at his massive ebony desk deep within the labyrinth that was hell. Page after page he signed parchment and folded them up. He then wrapped them in ribbon and poured hot wax where the edges met. He clenched his right fist before pressing the seal on his ring into the black wax leaving a calligraphic β€œM” in the drying form. With a sigh, he leaned back in the cracked leather chair, the squeaking of the gears echoing around the quiet room.

β€œNazeer,” Mephistopheles called to the door towards the demon that stood guard outside his study.

The man entered, bowing before he approached the large desk that nearly swallowed the whole of the room. β€œYes Phaedra?”

Mephistopheles stood up from his seat, pressing his hands against the pleats of his suit jacket before motioning for the man to approach. He scooped up the fresh letters and held them out towards Nazeer. β€œDeliver these to the head of each faction… Vampires, werewolves…. All of them.” He pointed his index finger towards the man. β€œDirectly into their hands. I want them delivered and you back within the hour. Now go.”

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Livia stood in the center of her large council room. Her palms down on the table as she stares at a large map of the globe. She takes a deep breath as she brushes back her crimson hair before reaching out an unsteady hand. Her trembling fingers grabbed a figurine that stood over Romania. She cupped the wood carved lion in her palm before yelling and throwing it at the wall, the small object breaking into pieces.

β€œDucissa…” One of her guards said as he stood at the door of the large room.

Livia grabbed the edge of the table and flipped it as she screamed. Her eyes flashing to a golden color as a growl rumbled in her throat. β€œAnother pack… Gone!”

β€œI know my lady.”

β€œVladmir… How many are left?” she asked as her chest heaved heavily with each breath. Livia was on the edge of shifting. Her emotions were unhinged. She paced around the room, her left hand on her hip while her right pinched the bridge of her nose. The clicking of her heels reverberated off the walls of the room as she walked back and forth.

Vladmir didn’t answer. He cupped his hands together as his gaze fell to the floor.

β€œHow many!?” she demanded of him.

β€œFive packs remain my lady… Including ours. We’ve officially been deemed endangered.”

Livia covers her mouth trying to subside a whimper. She sniffled before wiping her eyes, turning to face Vladmir. β€œVlad—” her voiced cracked, β€œVladmir, send word that all the remaining shifters must migrate here so that we may fortify and try to repopulate.”

β€œMy lady, might I suggest you take a mate… Seeing our leader set an example of our need to breed then maybe—”

Livia raised her hand to silence him. β€œWhat would be the purpose in me taking a mate?”

Vladmir quickly looked down, β€œApologize Ducissa… I didn’t think, I’m sorry.”

”Ducissa.” Another guard stepped into the room followed by another. β€œNazeer, ambassador for Mephistopheles the right hand of Lucifer.”

Livia waved Vladmir away before she nodded her head for the man to enter. Nazeer came before her, bowing then held out a black piece of parchment towards her. She took the paper in her hand before nodding her head towards the demon. With a final bow he disappeared in a cloud of black smoke.

She cleared her throat and took a deep breath as she turned the letter over. Her fingers carefully pealed back the wax seal and opened the parchment. Livia cursed under her breath when she saw it was all in latin. β€œFor the love of God… Who speaks latin anymore?” She sighed as she scratched the recesses of her mind to read its contents.

Madame Livia Ardeleane,
It is time. Vegas, 24 hours.

β€œVladmir, Xander” she called after her guards. They both filed into the room. β€œThe meeting has been called. I must travel for Vegas. I appoint both of you to act in my place. Stay in constant contact with me directly. I need to know how the migration is faring. Keep the shifters hidden in the bunkers at all times with constant guard rotations. I don’t want any hunters getting in here, you hear me?”

Livia crumples up the note, as she hurries down the long corridors of the barracks. As she passes a fireplace she tosses it into the flames. On her heals Vladmir and Xander followed. Xander quickened his step to move in front of Livia, walking backwards as he speaks to her. β€œDucissa, I implore that you take a guard with you. The journey to Vegas is long and it is a known haven for the Dark Species. There no doubt will be hunters there as well.”

β€œDo you find me incapable of protecting myself?” Livia motioned her hand for two female shifters that waited beside double doors to open them, allowing her and the guards to enter her private chambers.

β€œIt’s not that… But you do not have a mate or an heir to succeed you. Everyone worries for your well being. You’re the best leader our species has seen… but a meeting with the other leaders could put your life at high risk. It’s not just hunters but the others that can prove dangerous. You need someone who will have your back, no matter what.”

Livia nodded her head as towards him as she began rushing about her chambers. She grabbed a suitcase and grabbed what things she could manage and shoved them inside. β€œBring me Anton.

The guards hurried off while the women remained and began to help Livia pack for the journey. She couldn’t help but worry about what the guards had said. What would happened if she died? No heir, no mate… Nothing. The shifters would start fighting amongst themselves to choose a leader only hindering their growth more. It turned her stomach.

β€œDucissa,” Anton bowed at the entrance. β€œHow may I assist you?”

β€œPack your things, we head for Vegas at midnight.”

β€œOf course. Shall I acquire airline tickets and hotel accommodations?”

Livia shook her head as she placed clothing in the suitcase. β€œI do not fly if I’m not the one controlling it.”

β€œSo… We’re driving?”

β€œI’m driving. Gather your things and meet me at my car.”

***

Axel lounged in the passenger seat of their old busted up pickup truck. Her feet crossed out the window over the sideview mirror as she looks over a piece of black parchment. Carry on my Wayward sons begins on the radio. Axe leans over, quickly shutting it off. β€œHate that song.”

She flicks her cigarette out the window before raising her sunglasses, using them to hold back her short messy hair. ”With the extermination of the Gorgons, do you think I rightfully inherit this fancy invitation to Vegas?” Axel asked sarcastically. She didn’t expect to come upon this when they attacked the Gorgon hive. The extinction of yet another Dark Species of course was something she was happy about but this was an entirely new find.

β€œIt’s addressed to Medusa,” she snorted as she read over the letter again and again. β€œOle bitch created quite a myth letting people think Perseus killed her…” Axel flipped the paper over and studied the wax seal β€œM”. Who the fuck was M?
After a good half an hour of silence it final hit Axel. β€œOh my god I have it… Stop the truck.” She shoved the letter in her pocket as she brought her legs into the truck. She turned around in her seat, pushing open the back window. Axe climbed through the window and as she stood up she put her sunglasses back on.

Axel waved her arms to get the others’ attention. She then unclipped her walkie talkie from her belt. β€œHey trailer twats! Pit stop!”

She slammed her hand on the top of the truck before shouting towards Rusty, β€œPull over here!”

When the truck came to a halt on the side of the state route, Axel hurdled the side of the truck and landed on the ground. They were entirely surrounded by desert on this dirt covered two lane road. She walked over to the driver’s side door and opened it, β€œLet’s go Vin Diesel, time for a pow wow.”

Once everyone was there on the shoulder of the road, Axel took out the letter and grinned deviously. β€œI figured it out… This was addressed to Medusa. Head evil bitch gorgon ruler. It’s not a letter of gathering armies or preparing a battle. War wouldn’t go down in Vegas, hunters are outnumbered ten to one there. Sure it would hurt us but that’s not where you hit us to do damage.” Axe started talking faster as she tried to explain her reasoning.

She snapped in front of Lucas, β€œStay with me city boy.” Axel pointed to the M in the seal. β€œAnyone besides Rusty remembered theology? M… Mephistopheles. He’s rumored to either be Lucifer or be the first angel to fall from heaven after Lucifer. So… if the devil or the closest thing to the devil is writing to the head of the Gorgons to meet in Vegas… I believe that this is going to be a meeting of the leaders of the remaining species.”

Axel grinned showing her excitement at connecting the dots on her own without Rusty’s wicked brain to beat her to the punch. β€œAlright, your gratitude would be nice.”

After a moment she sighed. β€œIf we can take out the leaders of all of the Dark Species at once… We’d be global heroes. The species would be in chaos without their leaders fighting amongst themselves and weak. That’s exactly the advantage we need.”

Axel walked to the bed of the truck and lowered the tailgate. β€œI’m going to ride ahead, scout out what information I can get.” She climbed up into the bed of the truck and started unhooking her motorcycle. β€œMeet me at the first roach motel you see on this state route on your way into the city. I’ll be there.”

She kicked down the ramp for her bike and rolled it down onto the ground. Axel walked over to Rusty, kissing her forehead before she mounted her motorcycle. β€œ6 hours… and rooms on you pretty boy,” She said towards Lucas before she started the engine, and sped off leaving a trail of dust in her wake.

***

Mephistopheles stepped out of his limousine before Caesar’s Palace. He motioned two fingers at his guards to leave his bags in the car and follow him inside. As he walked inside her unbuttoned his suit jacket then tucked his hands into his trouser pockets. He made his way inside and towards the welcome counter where an all too optimistic woman waited to great him. β€œHello sir. Welcome to the beautiful and extravagant Caesar’s Palace. Here at the Palace we exercise a zero prejudice environment. We welcome humans and Dark Species alike to enjoy a little R&R within our walls and promise that you will not be bothered or endangered while under our roof.”

Mephistopheles rested his left arm on the counter as he held out a solid gold credit card towards the woman. β€œYou know who I am. Penthouse suite. None receive a key to the top floor without the pass word or I will personally harvest your soul for my dinner. If we are disturbed, you will hear from me.” He reached his hand over the counter, grabbing the key or the penthouse.

The woman stood there silent and nodded her head in agreement as Mephistopheles dictated his wishes. He then left her and made his way to the elevator. Once inside he scanned his door key and pressed the button for the penthouse. After starting their ascension, Mephistopheles adjusted his cufflinks while talking towards his two guards. β€œNazeer, who will be joining us?”

β€œShapeshifter, vampire, werewolf, demon, reaper, witch, nightmare, siren, incubus and banshee.”

β€œI thought there was more,” he said as the doors open to the penthouse.

β€œYes my lord, but the leviathans were… purged when I arrived and the gorgons… I’ve heard no word. The letter was put straight into Medusa’s hands but, I fear that they too have met the same fate. The remaining species have been—”

Mephistopheles waved his hand to silence the guard knowing the words before he spoke them. β€œGo prepare for out guests. No doubt there will be blood shed here… So let’s hide anything that can be used as a weapon.”

***

Livia swerved through the streets of Vegas, her Ferrari cornering like a dream as she refused to follow street laws. In a world where everything was being taken from her, it was nice to feel untouchable if even for a moment.

She came to a stop before Caesar’s Palace. Livia looked over towards Anton who looked like a deer in headlights in the passenger seat. β€œWe’re here.”

β€œThank God,” he said as he wasted no time in climbing out of the red demon car.

Livia chuckled as she got out of the driver’s seat. She placed her hand on the rough of the car as she put her heels on before walking around the car. She walked into the lobby where she met a chipper woman who was about to give her welcome speech. Liv quickly cut her off β€œMorior Invictus.”

The woman nodded her head, reaching under the counter to pull out a penthouse key. β€œMy Lord asks that you hand over your keys. He has made diligent instructions about where your luggage and vehicle shall be taken.”

Livia reluctantly forfeited her keys. β€œA single scratch… And I’ll raze this Palace.” She continued forward towards the elevators.

Once her and Anton were inside he cleared his throat, β€œDucissa… Do you know what will happen inside?”

β€œNo, Anton, I do not,” Livia admitted with a sigh.

β€œThen forgive me for coming armed.” He looked down at the ground accepting the consequences of his actions.

β€œI was the one who agreed to come unarmed. You made no such promise. Please just hold until I give word.” She glances over her shoulder towards him.

β€œYes my lady.”

Livia gave his upper arm a reassuring squeeze before exiting the elevator. She slowly made her way through the penthouse until she came to the overly ornate and expensive dining room where Mephistopheles sat at the head of the table. β€œDucissa Ardeleane I presume?”

He stood up and closed the distance towards her. Mephistopheles took her hand, bowing and placing a kiss upon her knuckles. β€œIt is a pleasure to finally meet the newest edition to this… council.” Not that it was a council but it was the most neutral and potentially optimistic way of looking at it.

β€œYes, yes I know I am one of the youngest leaders… Thank you for reminding me.” She shrugged her shoulders. β€œNo matter. I’m not here to discuss my right to be treated as an equal… Not yet anyway.” Livia didn’t take a seat and instead decided to wonder about the penthouse until the others arrived.

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the flowers bent to greet her,
to revel in such light.
to face such majesty.
to feel, for once, alive

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Ragged sighs. Wild hair. Lips on lips on neck on chest on flesh. As the siren basilis explored the human girl, she found energy, and the girl found Eden.

Sun through curtains. Soft snores. Dark limbs tangled in silk sheets. As the siren basilis left the human girl where she lay, she stained the hotel key card with lipstick lips and ordered the full oriental breakfast to come up in ten minutes -no, she's had little sleep, after all- half an hour.

Heels on smooth, marble floor. A ruby smile and, as always, a confident air. As the siren basilis walked into the lobby, she was flanked by two beautiful creatures. Leo and Antigone. Loyal creatures. Lovely creatures.

Morior Ivictis."

The siren basilis Jian Fen, winked at the girl as she took the offered key.

Rising to the highest floor, Jian Fen exited the elevator and strode towards the penthouse. Slipping the key into the lock, Leo pushed open the door.

Walking into the room, Jian Fen grazed the room, noting its occupants with a smooth smile. She looked to her left, where Antigone stood, and the pair exchanged a smirk.

"Nervous, your majesty?"

"Of these creatures? You underestimate me."

"I wouldn't dare."

With a wave of her hand, Antigone and Leo retreated to the edge of the room, whilst Jian Fen strode towards the man behind the letter.

"Mephistopholes. You haven't aged a day."


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she pined in thought,
and with a green and yellow melancholy
she sat like patience on a monument,
smiling at grief

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The court meeting had not being going on especially long- an hour and a half, at most- but the Ard Tiana all seemed restless. They did not fidget, of course, but it was not difficult to see the impatience humming behind their stony features. Every now and then their internal annoyance would flush towards the surface, and they would make an especially sharp comment, a particularly caustic remark.

"Why were no measures taken?" As always, Ard Tiarna Kapoor was accusing in her tone, her lip twisted as it oft did when she began spewing her criticisms. She was bolder than the others, and for that Ri Clodagh II appreciated her presence among the banshee lords. Honesty, however impertinent, would always be appreciated when the rest of the court consisted mainly of manipulators and liars.

You know why. You know, and yet still you try to place blame. Why am I not surprised? The banshee queen's expression was austere, her voice cool, as she replied. "We cannot force assistance where it is not wanted. We offered the leviathans sanctuary, and they refused. Their pride is what destroyed them, not the hunters."

A long pause, as the lords stared at their queen, and decided whether or not to point out the lack of compassion in the statement. They're stunned. Good. Let them be stunned. Let them learn that I can be cold, when I need to be. Maybe then I won't have to be cruel.

Ard Tiarna Prentiss, with his summery face and silky tongue, smiled as he broke the silence. "Wise words, your highness. May we learn from their mistakes."

The comment roused the others, and by the time the court adjourned, they had enough empty words within them to take their leaves without acting out of character. As they filed out of the room, only Prentiss stayed behind. Clodagh looked at him, gaze steady, perfectly aware of what he was lurking for.

Confirmation. He wants me to say 'yes'. No. He doesn't care what I say, so long as I put a crown on his head.

The recent events had drained her of patience, and, with a polite nod, the Ri left room before the man even had a chance to speak.


The letter had come half an hour later. Sealed in dark wax and signed with a familiar initial.

She'd slept little that night, brooding over the letter, and what it meant.

'It is time'. But time for what?

Flaith Clodagh would not have wanted to know. But Ri Clodagh... well, she wasn't entirely sure she wanted to know either. In a sense, she was thankful for the lack of slumber, for the dreamworld was where visions roamed rampant, and in the wake of those three, chilling words- Clodagh had no desire to glimpse at what's to come. It is time

It is time. It is time. It is time. It is time. It is ti-



Three months. She had only been on the throne for three months. She had only worn the crown for three months. She had only been Ri Clodagh II for three months.

But there had been shorter reigns, and every monarch started at one minute, one hour, one day.

Three months.

What would Laoise have accomplished in three months?

The banshee stood alone in the elevator. Her instinct assured her that she was not dying today, and banshee had a bit of a knack for foretelling tragedy.

Slipping the key into the lock, Clodagh opened the door, and paused for a brief moment.

Music. I didn't envision the music.

The people were familiar, but unspoken to, for the most part. She knew their faces, and with her abilities, she'd soon likely know their thoughts, feelings, histories. But not yet. They had known her sister and her father. The Ri and the crown-Flaithri. Any insecurities perished behind a mask of calm, and as she stepped into the fray, Clodagh was Ri.

Whether she liked it or not.

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The moons pull finally ebbed and the wolves returned from their homes among the trees to their homes within walls. Lord Valentine Loup-Garote, much preferred his home among the trees, where his skin did not feel too tight, the walls too close, even if the walls were sitting on over forty acres of unmolested land.
He strode up to the castle steps to find his young ward waiting for him. Clothes folded neatly over his arm. The boy was mortal, but he did not fear him in this form. He was a massive beast, gray and black fur clumped together in tufts by old, dried blood, mostly nearly his talon thick fangs. Gold eyes scanned the boy, who was no older than 19, tall and lanky, dressed for the times, looking woefully out of place standing on the stone steps, besides a towering wooden door, of the castle. The beast looked at him and the boy graced him with a warm smile and waved. "Welcome back, Lord Valentine," he said, the boy was Ethan Squire, an American, the accent had been something that the wolf needed to get used to when he was given to him. The Squires had a pact with the wolves for generations and had usually been French, much like the wolf himself, in recent history, wolves began to spread throughout the world, along with the Squire clan. This one, had the, unfortunately, pleasure of being from America and had been raised away from his true roots, his family having died in a horrific massacre that claimed the lives of many of wolf as well.

The beast rose to his hind legs before he allow the Change to fade, and his mortal skin grew over his natural one. Ethan immediately approached him, robe unfolded and already draping over his still sore skin. "Have a good run?" Ethan asked and Valentine, standing tall, tugging the robe more conformably over his shoulders, grunted. "Cool," Ethan said, expecting nothing else but that response and followed behind him as they entered the low lit castle. It was a sprawling estate, having been updated with electricity and Internet for Ethan's sake. Electric sconces lit the hallways that lead to the main hall where to stone stairwells lead up to the second floor one leading left and the other right for their respective wings. "Well, You've got a message from the States," Ethan said, almost too excitedly for Valentine's taste. Valentine cast him a sidelong look, pausing before he reached the stairwell. He knew the boy missed home and while Valentine tried to make him as comfortable as he could, it would never be the same. He couldn't fault him for that, even if the idea of going to that commercialized country irked him to his very core.

"From whom?" Valentine said, his voice still rough from three nights of lack of use, not that it would change much. Ethan patted himself down before finding -apparently the proper pocket with which the letter had been hidden. "Uh Mefah--stah-foo...I have no idea how to say-"
"Mephistopheles," Valentine said sparing the poor boy further embarrassment. "What does he want?"
Ethan shrugged and popped the wax seal open and pulled the letter free. He frowned at the paper and Valentine arched a thick red brow. "Um, I don't know this language." He said and Valentine frowned. "
"I know, You had me learn 14 languages, this is not one of those." He said and handed the letter to Valentine who took it wordlessly. He twitched a frown."Latin."
"Latin, Who speaks Latin?"
"You will, eventually."
Ethan gaped. "I just started to understand Mandarin"
"Then this should be simple, no new characters for you to learn." Ethan dropped his shoulders and sighed and murmured something in Mandarin along the lines of "Why can't I learn something cool like Klingon or Dothraki."
"Neither of actually those exist," Valentine said and Ethan flinched. Admittedly, Valentine's Mandarin was rusty but he knew enough.

"Am I going to have to learn every language in the world or just the ones you know."
"Yes."
Ethan dropped his head in his hand in defeat. "What's the letter say?" Ethan asked Valentine looked it over with a huff. "We are going to America." He said and Ethan frowned, Valentine didn't have to look at him to know
"Alright," Ethan said, obviously dissatisfied with the answer given. Valentine handed him the letter and continued moving.
"Lord Valentine Loup-Garote, It is time. Vegas, 24 hours." Valentine said and Ethan gaped at him. "Vegas? We're going to Vegas, in less than twenty-four hours? It's time for what?"
Valentine didn't answer and Ethan sighed. "Alright, I'll prepare the jet." He said and Ethan was off, and Valentine made his chambers. He was not looking forward to this but he knew what this was about. It wasn't hard to guess, the American Pack had dwindled and the moon wasn't looking very bright for the European Pack either. He knew now that this wasn't an isolated thing. It didn't take much to figure that the other Dark Species were being cut down by those mortals and their Dark Metal as well. He sighed heavily, stroking his beard. What could the demon possibly hope to gain with the Dark Species meeting?


After a plane ride and painfully long car ride, Ethan drove up to the towering Caesar's Palace Hotel and Casino and Valentine grunted. He never bothered with Rome, he couldn't handle the pomp of it all. There were things that he appreciated but it was the people he couldn't stand. "Am I staying outside for this one" Ethan asked as they pulled up to the entrance where a valet waited. Valentine looked at him through the rear-view and thought about this. There were many reasons why Ethan should stay far from this meeting, with half of them wanting to eat a young mortal like him, Valentine would be even more on edge than he already was, however, Ethan served a purpose, squire wasn't just his last name, he was just that, and while the classical meaning was obsolete, he had other duties, alone of them being this god-awful technology he seemed to be obsessed with. Valentine knew nothing and wanted nothing to do with it. However, it ran the world and Ethan was a pro. He had a feeling he would be the only classical-minded one of the bunch. "No, but stay close" He said and he saw Ethan tense. He turned around and he frowned. "Uh, Boss, should I be worried?"
Valentine looked him in the eye. "Yes,"
With no further explanation, Valentine opened the door and stepped out of the car. He stretched, cracking his back, and neck and made his way toward the entrance. A woman approached him but he ignored her. He could smell the concentration of Dark Species and followed his nose. Ethan, however, hung back and listened to what she had to say, Valentine didn't bother to listen, it was Ethan's job to handle these little things. He did, however, wait for Ethan to catch up to him.He lifted his hand before Ethan began to tell him what he was told. "Alright, I'll handle it but the meeting room is-" Valentine looked at him, blankly. "You already know, Okay." Ethan said nodding and they made their way toward the room where a few of them had congregated already. Valentine said nothing as he entered and merely glanced about the room. As far as he could tell the Witchand the Vampire wasn't not hear yet but who knows that could have been killed off for all he knew.He was about to find his seat until his eyes found a red haired woman, a shifter.

Suddenly, his pulse quickened, freezing him in place, Ethan crashed into him but Valentine couldn't move, he couldn't pull his eyes away from her. All sound ceased and was replaced by a ringing in his ears and tunnel vision for nothing but the an wombefore him. He tried to will this away but he knew what this way and couldn't accpet it. He was Imprinting. The thought finally brought him out of it and his sense were heiger then ever. He could sense her now and she was....concerned.
"Boss," Ethan hissed quietly and Valentine blinked, finally able to pull his gaze from the woman. He looked at Ethan, wide eyed. "Are you okay or Should we go?"
"No," Valentine rubbed his face and took his seat, as far away from the woman as he could manage. "One day, I'll learn not to ask you multiple questions at one time.," Ethan murmured standing at his side. Valentine took a deep breath, steading his beating heart. He closed his hands and rested his lips on his finger, looking foward, or more speciafally anywhere the woman was. Now, was not the time for this.

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Mephistopheles chuckled at the spunk of the red headed shape shifter. Of course, he was apprehensive when he heard of the numerous young leaders that will be brought here today. But this Ardelean might have made him second guess. Perhaps if the newer leaders were like her they had a chance. But he did not hold his breath, not that it mattered. This was as good of an idea as it was bad. Their numbers were decreasing at alarming rates. What was he to do? Plus it wasn't only his own wish, but that of Lucifer's. So, he obeyed without question... Even though he had many doubts.

He spared the feisty shifter a glance before he crossed the penthouse to the dining room. A large ornate glass table with plenty of chairs for them all. But instead of sitting, he went to the bar on the opposite side of the room. He glanced through all the vintages before finding the best bordeaux. He then proceeded to pour glasses for all of the company he was about to have. In most circumstances, alcohol would make things worse but for their advanced metabolism it did little more than water.

"It is an honor to be here, Phaedra Mephistopheles." Mephistopheles turned around to be met by Claudius Kim. He smiled a tight grin, nodding his head while the arrival bowed.

"Thank you for coming, Comitivus Kim," Mephistopheles took a glass by its stem and took it towards the incubus who made himself at home on the piano. He set the crystal ware on the top of the instrument as a silent peace offering. Not that he had an issue with the man or anyone there in particular. But a drink always helps everything. "I do hope this didn't come as an inconvenience. We know how these things can be." He raised his own glass in a slight toast before taking a drink. He was right, the vintage was ideal.

His attention rose to the addition of yet another leader. ”Good evening.” Mephistopheles watched Blake enter the penthouse and set down his things. ”A pleasure as always my lord, although I wish the circumstances were more optimistic.”

"Don't we all," Mephistopheles responded in a glum fashion. He then gave a friendly smile while nodding towards the drinks. "Do make yourself at home."

Mephistopheles ran the tip of his index finger along the brim of his glance as he propped himself against the piano. He just studied the room. So far no yelling, arguing or distasteful interactions. But the day was young and the biggest feud had not joined them, the wolves and vampires. False pleasantries were only a matter of time but from what he could tell everyone was being mature, that's a surprise.

He did not notice Jian had entered until she was standing before him. "Mephistopheles. You haven't aged a day."

Mephistopheles chuckled as he set down his glass of wine. With a smile, he took her hand and placed a soft kiss of greeting upon her knuckles. "You flatter," he said as he released her hand. "It has been too long madame Fen... How have the years treated you?"

His gaze shifted to the entrance when Clodagh An followed by Valentine Loup-Garote entered. That was a man not known for being personable. So, Mephistopheles was not surprised when the man entered without a word and eventually took a seat. Seven in and four more yet to arrive. He hoped that they did not have the same fate as the late gorgons.

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Livia cupped her hands behind her back as she slowly paced about the penthouse. Anton was at her side with every movement. Her heels softly clicked on the extravagant tiled floors as she made her way to the full wall windows that looked out over Sin City. The lights were so bright that it masked every star from the sky. A feeding ground for all of the Dark Species and their last hold. It will a war to shame all wars held here. This will be the war that will end them all or they'll rise up. The thought caused her stomach to turn. She raised her hand to rest it upon her abdomen.

"Ducissa, are you alright?" Anton asked. Livia nodded her head towards him before having her attention drawn to someone approaching. A new face, but then again all faces here were going to be new to her.

"My pleasure, Ducissa Ardelean."

"Claudius Kim... The rumors do you little justice." She smiled to him as he took her hand and placed a kiss upon it. A gentleman, not something she was entirely used to.

"I hope we will work well together in the upcoming blood feuds."

Livia tried to manage her best smile. She didn't want to feud with the humans at all. Risking her species terrified her, not for her life but for theirs. "I just hope for a swift resolution before too much damage is done." She watched him walk away towards the piano. She noticed Mephistopheles pouring wine and she wasted no time in walking over to the bar to get a glass.

After taking a glass, she turned around to glance towards Anton. He simply shook his head. She figured he would not want a drink, wanting to keep his mind clear. As she crossed the room towards him she was met by yet another new face. ”We haven’t been introduced. I am Doctor Blake Kansas, Nightmare and Enforcer for the council. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

Livia shifted her glass to her left hand so that she could place her right in his and give him a firm but friendly handshake. "Ah, yes. I have heard of you... All good things I assure." She smiled towards him and took a sip of the wine. "I am Livia, Livia Ardelean, Duchess of the rapidly declining Shapeshifters."

After sharing pleasantries, she rejoined Anton. Livia remained quiet and hardly noticed the joining of two more women. She didn't like being here when her species was in such a fragile balance. "They'll be fine, my lady," Anton said almost reading her mind.

She gave a weak smile as she turned to face him. Livia was never good at masking her emotions and her guards learned to read her all too well. When she went to go take another sip of the wine, she froze feeling as though eyes were upon her. Livia heard a distant voice, "Boss." It caused her to pivot on her heels and turn to meet the gaze of a wolfish male. She didn't need her sense of smell or eyes to tell her he was a wolf. Shifters and werewolves have always been sister species and their connection is rooted deeply.

He just stood there, staring at her. She exchanged a glance with Anton and then when she looked back towards the wolf he was sitting at the table. Livia scoffed slightly as she looked back towards her guard. It was like the wolf was directly ignoring her. Her of all the species.

Anton could tell the gears in her mind were steaming. "Ducissa... Don't."

Livia was already on the move. She bee lined straight for the wolf, a catlike smirk grew across her lips. Her stride grew more confident and commanding as she closed the distance. Once beside him, Liv set her glass of wine down before the seat next to him with enough force to get his attention. But she didn't look towards the wolf and instead faced his servant. "I'm Livia Ardelean." She extended her hand towards him with a friendly smile. "Since your master didn't seem inclined to introduce us."

Her gaze slowly drifted towards the wolf again. Her irritation growing at his lack of even looking in her direction. Something about being around this werewolf brought out her inner animal. She quickly became more impulsive. Similar to when two packs are in the same territory, the alphas dig their heels in the ground and bare their teeth as if taunting the other to make a move. But they weren't completely animals.

Livia pulled out the chair beside him and proceeded to sit down. She crossed her long slender legs and finished her glass of wine. With no more patience, she reached out and took his right hand in hers. "I am Livia Ardelean." She gave his hand a firm shake, "And who might you be? Or do you not speak?"

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# 7 9 6 6 5 8 x β€’ x a t t i r eValentine should have known. The moment he began imprinting that the woman he'd imprinting on, would be a spitfire. The shifter came forward, her eyes on him. He didn't have to look at her to know that now. He felt it. Like a lingering shadow at the corner of his eyes, he knew where she was.

Beside him, she set down her glass down and found the most obnoxious way to do it. Valentine rolled his eyes, before sparing her a glance. She was lovely, he had to admit that. The wolf in him stirred but it felt wrong. While he'd lain with plenty of women in his lifetime, he'd felt nothing for them. SO while his wolf wanted nothing more to throw her on the table and mount her then and right, the man wanted to be as far from her as humanly possible.

Her eyes lifted to Ethan, who stood sentry, and wildly out of place amount the Dark Species. Being the only human with the witch not being present, Valentine kept a close eye on this conversation. "I'm Livia Ardelean." She said smiling friendly and offering a hand. Ethan smirked boyishly. "Ethan Squire, Ma'am." He said and taking her hand after she offered. Valentine knew that Ethan was, and for lack of a less offensive word, an 'open minded' lad, when it came to affairs of the heart. He wasn't ashamed of it and neither was Valentine since Valentine cared little for what another person did with their lives so long as it did not affect him. Ethan could love whom and whoever he pleased even if he did find it rather odd when he was first brought to his attention. As far as Valentine could tell, he was attracted to the mind, nor matter the gender said mind belonged to. Thankfully, however, Ethan saw Valentine as a brother or even a father figure so there was no need for Valentine to think much on it. Truthfully, Valentine wasn't sure what he'd have done if Ethan felt some way for him that was not familiar.

Distracted by his thoughts, he nearly missed, Livia as she called herself turned her attention back on him. It was a sudden pressure on his skin. Like a hand, set upon his arm while he slept. Her gaze immediately caught his attention. He almost turned to her but decided no, just in case he wasn't done imprinting and did not want to risk being caught staring at her. He felt something shift in her, and his wolf reacted, causing a low growl to rumble in his chest as she pulled a chair next to him, and sat, crossing her impressively long legs. Valentine rose a copper brow, allowing his eyes to scan the pale appendage. "Yea, The Boss can be a little....ornery, just by default, please don't take it personally." Ethan said, chuckling nervously. She was challenging him and being the Alpha of Alphas, he felt the need to react. She was a woman, a challenge from her would result in later regret. Suddenly, she reached out and took his hand. Valentine was struck for a moment, unable to move for his shock. His skin felt tight, like the Change was upon him and he would turn in a moment. "I am Livia Ardelean." She said, and he had to fight the Change. He hadn't needed to do that since he was a boy. She shook his hand.. "And who might you be? Or do you not speak?" He merely growled at her, snatching his hand away with a sharp snarl. Ethan flinched. "Yes." He said and Ethan slapped his forehead so hard, Valentine worried he might bruise. "The boss likes to answer only one question at a time, usually it's not so apparently but whatever. This is Lord Valentine Loup-Garote, Alpha of Alphas, Lord of the Wolves, and so on, I'm his squire...and voice box most days." Ethan said and Valentine said nothing to confirm of deny this. "For the record, I literally have no idea what's going on right now, like none." He said and again, Valentine said nothing. "Ethan, Wine." He said and Ethan nodded. "Okay, He said, rubbing the back of his head, squinting the way he does when he is unsure of what to do. "I'll get some for myself too because I get the feeling this is gonna be a long night." He said and left valentine alone with Livia. "You can go now, Shifter." He said and wondered if she felt what he did.

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Claudius was immersing in the melodies that he was playing, but that doesn't mean he didn't pay any attention to his surrounding. Although the chance of encountering any life-threatening dangers is very low, at least for the moment, he still needs to be on guard all the time. That simply how he had always been ever since he taken on the reign over his kin. Throughout the past 700 years of his life, Claudius had mastered many arts, and concealing his emotions almost flawlessly is one of them. The current situation is dire, so losing his composure in the faces of the other leaders is the last thing he wanted to do. While he is not yet a member of the "thousand-years-old" club, he has been around long enough to know just how these big bad boys are. that is not to say Claudius is afraid of them, but underestimating someone and let his pride blinds his judgement is something he will never do.

He glanced outside to the living room briefly to see Alfredo and Cassandra sitting on the fancy sofa, seemingly lost in the own world as well. Since long, they needn't have to be over-protective of their chief, knowing how very well-capable he is in defending himself. The two of them are mates, and along with Aaron, are the only people who had remained by Claudius's side since the day he was still travelling the world. They are only ones in the world who truly understand him and the only ones that he will ever place his trust onto. Claudius continued to let the ten of his fingers slide through the keys of the piano, bringing music across the whole penthouse. Until Mephistopheles approaches with two glasses of wine moments later.

"I do hope this didn't come as an inconvenience. We know how these things can be." The fallen angel said as the glass was placed over the instrument. Of course, Claudius understands the symbolism of this action well, and glad that the man's conscience hadn't changed over times. He stopped playing and picked up the glass, "By no means, Phaedra. I know my tolerance well, and I am certain that I am capable of drinking anyone under the table." He proceeded to make a toast with Mephistophelis and took a sip from the glass, "1961 Bordeaux Vintage, I presume? Your taste is as admirable as ever." Claudius gave a quick compliment before shifting his attention back to the piano and continuing with his melodies.

Soon after, the other leaders have arrived one after one. The first one was Blake Kansas, the Nightmare doctor and an enforcer of sorts among the council of the heads. Out of them all, Claudius ranked him as the one with the highest combat capabilities. His medical expertise is also a valuable facets and not to mention his sharp and fearsome strategy planning. An opponent the hunters should think twice before fighting head-on. But he is not very good in dealing with unexpected components. Having worked with the being a few times prior, Claudius could know as much. He nodded back to the Nightmare as Blake greeted Mephistopheles.

The fourth person to arrive is Jian Fen, the leader of the Sirens. A dangerous woman, if Claudius may say so himself. Aside from having a stunning outlook that can match that of his own kin, her capability to wrap anyone around her finger is not to be underestimated. He has no problem with the nymph though, since the relationship between the Sirens and the Incubi and Succubi had always been well, to say the least, due to many things that the two races have in common. Jian Fen is a woman of no jokes, and Claudius respects that. But he must question whether her pride will one day be her downfall.

Stepping in right after is one, if not, the newest member of this so-called council. Clodagh An - the Lady of the Banshees. Of course, due to her being relatively new, he hadn't had a chance to work with her just yet. Thus, he only knows about her through rumors and the information he gathered. But looking at her, despite Clodagh not showing any signs of insecurities, Claudius couldn't help wondering if she is truly the suitable one to lead her kin, not just by the way her position suddenly weighed on her shoulders. That is yet to be seen, but he hopes that the girl will take on her duties well, as the Banshees are a valuable ally to his kin, and their previous leader was once a close friend of Claudius himself.

And, the latest one to join the meeting up to now is Valentine Loup-Garote, the Lord of the Werewolves. Like the Shapeshifters, his kin is also among one of the most respectable ones, as they are one of the oldest Dark Species on Earth. The man is certainly not the most sociable person around, and definitely not the most cool-headed if he is ticked off. Valentine will be one of the few whom Claudius will try to avoid to work with unless the situation called for. There's no telling whether the werewolf can still retain that stoicism or not when the Vampires turn up. But Claudius will be quick to act should needless violence occur.

Every of the leader is unique in their own ways, and Claudius is well-aware of what each of them are capable of, and what they are not. It is the least he needs to grasp if he wanted things to go as the way he had planned. They need to unite despite their odds, otherwise, they will all vanish from the face of this planet. Simple as that.

Claudius was still concentrating in playing the piano, but something certainly was off by the way Livia and Valentine act. He doesn't need to observe them to point out that much. Every being emits their own unique pheromones, or scent, and that alone is enough to tell a lot about how they are, and their feelings. And the Incubi is the race known to be very perceptive of this. In Livia and Valentine's case, there seems to be somewhat a chemistry of sort that is going on between them, as their pheromones currently are all over the place. Knowing how highly unstable both the Shapeshifter and the Werewolf can be when are ticked off, he couldn't help but hope that nothing too concerning will turn up for now.

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"Ethan Squire, Ma'am," the younger male said as he took her hand. Livia liked the young lad. He didn't seem to be intimidated of her which was a breath of fresh air. Something about her always seemed to make humans keep a distance. Like a pheromone or something, it was like they could tell what she was without her showing even the slightest glance. But Ethan here was used to being around the Dark Species and seemed to fit in quite well. "Yea, The Boss can be a little....ornery, just by default, please don't take it personally."

Livia chuckled, running tip of her index finger along the brim of her emptied wine glass. "Ornery? No..." she mused. She glanced back over her shoulder towards Ethan momentarily, giving him a coy smirk. Liv couldn't help but raise a brow with slight curiosity at the squire's nervous chuckle. Her gaze drifted to Anton who looked equally as uncomfortable.

The wolf alpha growled towards her when she took his hand, attempting to introduce herself. He snatched his hand away with a snarl. Livia scrunched her nose, a soft growl rumbled in her chest as she withdrew her hand. "Yes," was all he said.

"The boss likes to answer only one question at a time, usually it's not so apparent but whatever." Ethan's voice drew her attention away from the wolf. Livia's body didn't shift an inch from her upright and empowering pose, merely her eyes drifted towards the squire. "This is Lord Valentine Loup-Garote, Alpha of Alphas, Lord of the Wolves, and so on, I'm his squire...and voice box most days." She chuckled. Her eyes then squinted as she looked back towards the antisocial Valentine. Her lips parting slightly as she ran her tongue along her teeth. "For the record, I literally have no idea what's going on right now, like none."

"Ethan, Wine."

"A gentleman, gets a woman a drink himself," Livia said with silky sarcasm. Her alpha and predator like nature always seemed to come off animalistic and flirtatious all at once. She reached out her hand to place her fingertips on the base of the wine glass. She slid it to the side as she glanced up at Anton. "Darling, would you mind?"

Anton hesitated. He cleared his throat and stepped forward to take the glass. He gave her an apprehensive glance while nodding his head towards Valentine.

"Go on," Livia nodded her head towards him. "I can handle the big bad wolf."

Anton reluctantly took the glass and made his way towards the wine. After he was gone, Valentine remained unchanging. "You can go now, Shifter."

Livia's hands clawed at the armrest of the chair as her body tensed. Her upper lip pulled back as a snarl escaped her mouth. But unlike Valentine's her sounded more like a lion not a wolf. Livia leaned forward in her seat so that she was closer to him. "Is there something festering in your rectum?" Livia snapped at him, her eyes flashing yellow briefly as her body fought for control, wanting her to change. Her voice was no more than a whisper but sharper than talons. "Do not treat me as if I am inferior, wolf... I've earned my place here, as much as you have."

Her gaze did not waver from him as she slowly moved away. Livia let herself lean back in her seat. After a long moment she looked down at her hands in her lap, her fingers placing with the pleats in her skirt. Although she may have looked calm, her chest heaved as she breathed deeply trying to keep herself from shifting. When Anton returned with her wine, she snatched the glass out of his hand and downed it in one drink. "What's your problem with Shifters?" Livia asked, this time not sparing Valentine a glance but her question no doubt was intended for him.

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Mephistopheles remained quiet and observant near the piano. They had all barely been there, but the wolf and shifter were already at eat other. No they were not fighting but everything about their movements seemed like a challenge. It was always difficult to tell if it was primal, predatory or a mating ritual. The animals always seemed angry and it all blended in his mind as to the meaning behind it all. He just hoped that it didn't lead to premature conflict.

After awhile of no more entrances, Mephistopheles cleared his throat. "Ladies and gentleman, time is precious and we cannot afford to waste more of it waiting for other leaders who may not show." He motioned his hand to the large dining room table. He strolled into the room, sipping from his glass of wine. "Let us hope that they are simply tardy and did not fall victim to the hunters."

He pulled out the chair at the head of the table. Mephistopheles set down his wine glass and unbuttoned his blazer. He then took a seat, resting his hands on the table before him. "I do not know if you have heard word or not, for it has happened recently... But the Gorgons have fallen." He scratched at his stubble before continuing. "I fear that Medusa's invitation might have fallen into the hands of a hunter. I do not know for certain, but the timelines do coincide." He pinched the stem of his wine glass and began slowly spinning it on the table. "Your things are currently being transferred to a facility of my own on the outskirts of the city. I've also sent the navigation to all of your mobile devices incase something were to happen during this meeting."

Mephistopheles leaned back in his chair, adjusting his tie. "That being said, I find it be best to get this underway so that we do not have to linger here long enough to be sought out." His gaze shifted between every member that has arrived. "We all know why we're here... We all can no longer afford to fight these battles on our own. If we do not come together, then it will be all of our undoing."

He motioned his hand and Nazeer stepped forward setting down some paper and a fountain pen on the table before him. Mephistopheles rubbed his temples with a sigh. "Before this meeting spirals into chaos and bickering amongst ourselves... I'd at least like to make count of our numbers. So... How many of each of your species are there left?"

Livia didn't want to look up but she could feel Mephistopheles gaze on her. "I know you know. Why else would you look to me first?"

"I apologize Miss Ardelean... But I need a number."

Her fingers drummed on the armrest of the chair as she pursed her lips. Livia tried to keep her calm but inside her heart was fighting to break through her ribcage. It was like giving breath to the truth made it feel all too real. She didn't want to dignify it by speaking it. She moved her hands to her lap when they began to tremble. Livia didn't want to look weak or frightened in front of the other leaders. She didn't want to be seen as a bad leader. Liv has been doing everything she can to try to keep the Shifters alive. "For the love of God..." She began to bounce her crossed leg as she clenched her jaw. "... One hundred... Maybe One hundred and fifty if you include elderly, or recently matured."

Livia's gaze was fixed on her hands. She focused on her breathing as she tried not to get too upset. She wanted to cry, scream and more than anything her inner beast was banging at the cage, fighting to get out.

Mephistopheles nodded his head towards Livia, then wrote down what she said. He then looked up expectantly as he waited. "Look... I know that giving me a number makes this all too real. But, we all need to know where we stand. For the fallen angels we have 20, maybe... And that's including Lucifer himself." He gave a sighed as he marked down his own species then took a drink of wine. Unfortunate that alcohol did nothing for him.

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Having introduced himself to the new head of the Shapeshifters, Blake felt no reason to continue a conversation with anyone else in the room. He made his way over to the bar, pouring himself a couple fingers of whiskey in a short glass. He held it up to his nose, taking a whiff, and using that moment to enjoy the subtle amounts of fear cascading around the room. It was true, Nightmares got a more filling meal out of the fear of humans, but all fear could be feasted upon should they so choose. He turned back around, glancing at everyone as he took a sip from his drink. Out of all of them, the only one who wasn’t exuding some sense of proverbial dread was Mephistopheles himself, and most likely due to his incredibly hard to kill nature. Out of all of them, he was probably the hardest to actually stick in the ground and keep him there, but even Fallen Angels could be killed if the situation was right.

Naturally Blake didn’t feel any sense of fear, at least not in the traditional sense. He didn’t get scared, or to put it into a more understandable sense, he couldn’t be scared. He was fear incarnate, so he knew what the feeling was and fed upon it over the countless centuries, but had never once felt it organically. That was somewhat of a problem, considering that this meeting was based upon that very emotion. Deny it all they want, but survival was very much in tune with being afraid for one’s own life. Everyone put up a front, pretended that nothing bothered them, that didn’t work when Blake was akin to an empath with a particular sensitivity.

Everyone went about their own thing as a few more members of the council showed up. Unfortunately it seemed that a number of them were late, including most of Blake’s demon brethren. This did not bode well for the meeting, but there would be a time for dealing with that later. For now, he was more interested in Duchess Ardelean’s attempts to get under the Wolf King’s skin. There was a saying about playing with fire, and honestly he would like it if she didn’t provoke an attack out of the wolf that would require Blake’s interference. Kim continued playing softly on the piano, and Mephistopheles continued making small conversation with everyone. So far, so good.

It didn’t seem like much time had passed before Meph decided to step up the meeting and start moving towards the topics at hand. Blake grabbed the bottle of whiskey before making his way to the seat. This way when he wanted a refresher he wouldn’t be interrupting anyone. As Meph started by saying all their things were being moved to a facility of Meph’s outside the city limits, Blake couldn’t help but feel some relief in knowing his things weren’t checked in and instead were sitting at a safehouse of his own. He didn’t expect Mephistopheles to betray them or steal their things, but it was a pet peeve of Blake’s when people touched his stuff without permission.

It was then the Lord started pushing for numbers before things eventually devolved into a shouting match over who had what power and how they would use it to shut everyone else up. Surprisingly, he went after the new head of the Shapeshifters first, a bold move to put the leader with everything to prove in the driving seat so early. Naturally, the fear in her heart doubled as Blake felt its presence, but refused to feed on it out of courtesy rather than anything else. He doubted she would have even noticed had he done so anyways, but he would have known. When she gave her answer, with a max of one hundred and fifty wicked souls, Blake had to admit that he didn’t think the situation had become that dire. These were creatures who could blend in anywhere yet, just like the rest of them, they were being cornered and put down like rabid dogs.

Once that part was stated, Mephistopheles piped up with his own numbers, which were not surprising in the slightest. Fallen angels were rare creatures prone to bouts of obnoxious arrogance and literal sense of invincibility. They were tough to take down, not unkillable, and many of them forgot that. Without the ability to reproduce naturally, their numbers would constantly decline unless an influx from Hell or Heaven produced a sizable chunk. Blake gave a sigh and opened his briefcase. Inside was an assault rifle, or better put, pieces of an assault rifle in which he could put together in a few seconds should the situation warrant it. Aside from that, documents lined the top side, which Blake took out and closed the lid on his suitcase once more. He shuffled them in his hands for a moment, taking a second to collect his thoughts on the matter.

It was an odd thing for him, considering he was expected to keep an eye on the Nightmare population but he wasn’t their leader nor any kind of figurehead for them save a council member. Nightmares, by their very nature, couldn’t stay around each for long. Unlike other species who could share food and living space, Nightmares fed on the intangible, which either went one hundred percent to one of them, or zero percent to all of them. Their feeding habits started the isolationist way of life, and everything else widened the gap between all of them. Nightmares were solo hunters, creatures of the night who played on people’s frightened emotional state and were good at it too. They rarely, if ever had reason to get together with one another.

β€œBy my last count, there are at least thirty nightmares still active around the world, but this information is dated by about three months. Also, I should note that a number of us have gone to ground and are no longer answering my calls. Honestly, the number could be anywhere between twenty and sixty by this point, but I can’t know for sure how many there are without some way to convene a moot with them.” Blake finally answered, placing his documents closer to Mephistopheles if he wished to view them himself.

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# 7 9 6 6 5 8 x β€’ x a t t i r eValentine watched as the woman, Livia, grew irate. He merely watched her out of the corner of his eye. She snarled like a hungry lion.
"Is there something festering in your rectum?" Valentine almost laughed at that. This would be the type of woman he would imprint on. One that would drive him right up a wall. He almost laughed. Almost. Her eyes flashed and that caused him to turn his head in her direction. "Do not treat me as if I am inferior, wolf... I've earned my place here, as much as you have." She hissed and Valentine arched a dark red brow. She thought this had to do with her race. He was not so petty, but it was better that she think that then anything else... She sat back down in her seat, and he could feel the heat radiating from her. Her attendant returned with her wine just as Ethan returned with his and the woman drank hers in a single gulp. That was impressive.
"What's your problem with Shifters?" She said without looking at him. Valentine couldn’t resist the retort. "Who said anything about Shifters?"
It was then the Mephistopheles began to speak.
"Ladies and gentleman, time is precious and we cannot afford to waste more of it waiting for other leaders who may not show." He began and Valentine glanced around, there were quite a few missing from the last meeting, there were no vampires, thank Selene, no fae, nor witches. He thought the witches would have survived the longest since they were practically human but then again, they didn't have the best track record for anonymity. "Let us hope that they are simply tardy and did not fall victim to the hunters." He said and Valentine merely grunted.
Mephistopheles took a seat. "I do not know if you have heard word or not, for it has happened recently... But the Gorgons have fallen." He said and Valentine narrowed his eyes. "I fear that Medusa's invitation might have fallen into the hands of a hunter. I do not know for certain, but the timelines do coincide." He said and Valentine felt Ethan stiffened. The kid knew very little about their world, s this was all probably overwhelming. "Your things are currently being transferred to a facility of my own on the outskirts of the city. I've also sent the navigation to all of your mobile devices in case something were to happen during this meeting." He said and Ethan leaned down. "Is that okay, Boss?"
Valentine nodded.
"That being said, I find it be best to get this underway so that we do not have to linger here long enough to be sought out." He said and Valentine sighed. He didn't like admitting his limited numbers but he knew that was coming. "We all know why we're here... We all can no longer afford to fight these battles on our own. If we do not come together, then it will be all of our undoing."

"Before this meeting spirals into chaos and bickering amongst ourselves... I'd at least like to make count of our numbers. So... How many of each of your species are there left?" His eyes lingered on the woman next to him.
"I know you know. Why else would you look to me first?" She said bitterly.

"I apologize Miss Ardelean... But I need a number." He said and Valentine felt the urge to growl at the Fallen for upsetting her. The irony of that was not lost on him, but that was the imprinting at work. He could piss her off all he wanted because he knew he meant her no real harm, but anyone else was at risk of losing their throats.
"... One hundred... Maybe One hundred and fifty if you include elderly, or recently matured." She admitted and that wasn't bad considering. Was he going to tell her this? Absolutely not.
"Look... I know that giving me a number makes this all too real. But, we all need to know where we stand. For the fallen angels we have 20, maybe... And that's including Lucifer himself." The Fallen said and Valentine frowned. He couldn't say he was surprised, The Fallen weren't exactly humanity's favorite since the birth of Christianity, they probably sought them first out of religious duty.
It was then that the Nightmare spoke up, Valentine wasn't entirely sure what the Nightmare even was, but he didn't care enough to question it.
β€œBy my last count, there are at least thirty nightmares still active around the world, but this information is dated by about three months. Also, I should note that a number of us have gone to ground and are no longer answering my calls. Honestly, the number could be anywhere between twenty and sixty by this point, but I can’t know for sure how many there are without some way to convene a moot with them.” He said and Valentine decided it was his turn to speak up. Resting his chin on his crossed fingers, he grunted.

"The European Pack stands at about one hundred, I've yet to check in with American Pack, but at last notice, they were at about forty to fifty, but that could be higher or lower now," he said and he heard Ethan suck in a breath behind him. He didn't know how bad the numbers were, before the boy could speak, a cloud of smoke plumed up just behind Mephistopheles. Valentine pinched the bridge of his nose. The witch had arrived.

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# 7 c 1 7 3 7 x β€’ x a t t i r e"Starting the party without me, Mephy?" called a loud voice from the smoke, thick in its English accent. "That's terrible rude." The smoke cleared and a dark skin woman appeared from within. Her dark hair would pulled tight behind her head, she wore a gold dress that huge tight against her skin that looked much more like a body suit had it not been for flowing train behind her. "Funniest thing, I got a letter to come here, but it was only after my things vanished from my home in New Orleans?" She said, placing her hands on Mephistopheles' shoulders. "The artifacts in my home are awful dangerous and even more fragile," she told him and pressed a kiss to his cheek. "Get with the times, Mephy, Call me, you have my number, I can see sending Garote a letter, he doesn't know fuck about the new world. Hello, Darling." She said and gave Valentine a finger wave, he merely grunted. Her eyes went to the boy and she smiled. "Ah, Look at that, a new mortal pet, Hello Love, I am Tituba, yes, the Tituba, a pleasure," She said and held out her hand for him to kiss. The boy looked at her then his master and Tituba laughed. Valentine merely nodded and the boy approached her and kissed her knuckles. "This was is cuter then that last, Well done, Valentine." She said and looked around the room. "Claudius, My Love, How have you been? Jian, Clodagh, it's been too long. We need a girl's day. Blake, Darling, You look well." She said and then turned to the others. and took a seat at the end of the table, opposite Mephistopheles. "So What did I miss?" She asked as if this was merely a reunion and not a meeting to discuss the fate of their kind.

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