Guardians of Hell

Guardians of Hell

Nearly a year has passed since the Harbinger of Hell opened the Gates to Hell. Now roaming the world, nine demons lay in wait for their hosts to sign their names in the book of the beast. [ OPEN ROLES ]

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this world is based off of the chilling adventures of sabrina.

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The prophecy has begun…

The blasphemous miracles of the Herald of Hell has brought on the start of the apocalypse. In Greendale, Sabrina Spellman performed these acts, mirrors to Jesus’s miracles. In doing so Lucifer could once again walk the earth in his angelic form. But before he could rain hell upon the world, the young witch along other witches and humans alike, tricked the Dark Lord, trapping him within the prison of a Warlock’s body. Then Lilith, handmaiden of Satan, took the imprisoned Lucifer with her back to hell and began her reign as the Queen of Hell.

And then there was silence. The witches thought that was the end, the prophecy was ruined and Lucifer was detained. But unbeknownst to the followers of the Church of Night, what appeared to be the end was only the beginning. The Herald was merely the catalyst, a means to bring forth the true Harbingers of Hell. With the return of Lucifer the Gates of Hell opened. And while the residents of Greendale kept the demons and monsters from flooding forth, the runes didn’t keep everything at bay.

Nine Guardians ruled over hell, each one of them the master of one of the nine circles of hell. These demons were tasked with the punishment of the souls in their circle, torturing them for all eternity. That was until the Herald of Hell opened the Gates, letting the guardians escape out into the world. Their essences wondered the earth for nearly a year until they found the perfect hosts. Then on the night of their Dark Baptisms, once they sign their names in the Book of the Beasts, the Guardians can possess them.

Forgotten by the world, the second prophecy was hidden away...

The Veil between Heaven and Hell torn
Nine Guardians of the inferno shall ascend
And with them reap a Dark Reckoning
A war, the beginning of the end

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The Academy of Unseen Arts in New York is one of the largest academies in the world. The New England Coven is the most prestigious in the world, where only the most gifted and powerful can attend. Unlike other covens, Dark Baptisms are a large annual celebration for the Witches and Warlocks that have come of age. While many other covens have their baptisms at age sixteen, the New York Academy believes that a Witch’s prolonged life allows them the opportunity to focus on and perfect their fundamental studies. So, unlike the other academies, the witches of New England don’t come of age until they are twenty five.

It’s All Hallow’s Eve, and the New England Coven has gathered in the desecrated church for the annual Dark Baptism. Several witches and warlocks prepare to sign their name in the Book of the Beast and follow the path of night. While in the shadows the Guardians watch and wait… wait for their host…



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T H E x V O I D x is one of the nine guardians, charged with the oversight of the first circle of hell, Limbo, where the pagans and unbaptized are punished. When the gates opened, the Void possessed Valerian Goulding, a 25 year old warlock in the Church of Night. The presence of the guardian’s soul not only unlocked the full potential of Rian’s powers, but also granted him with opinokinesis, the ability to manipulate the senses.

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T H E x L E C H E R x is one of the nine guardians, charged with the oversight of the second circle of hell, where the lustful are punished. When the gates opened, the Lecher possessed Roman Black, a 25 year old warlock in the Church of Night. The presence of the guardian’s soul not only unlocked the full potential of Roman’s powers, but also granted him with aerokinesis, the ability to manipulate air.

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T H E x G L U T T O N x is one of the nine guardians, charged with the oversight of the third circle of hell, where the gluttons are punished. When the gates opened, the Glutton possessed name lastname, a age year old witch/warlock in the Church of Night. The presence of the guardian’s soul not only unlocked the full potential of name’s powers, but also granted him/her with meteorokinesis, the ability to manipulate the weather.

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T H E x A V A R I C E x is one of the nine guardians, charged with the oversight of the fourth circle of hell, where the greedy are punished. When the gates opened, the Avarice possessed Neona Ki, a age year old witch in the Church of Night. The presence of the guardian’s soul not only unlocked the full potential of Neona’s powers, but also granted her with telekinesis.

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T H E x F U R Y x is one of the nine guardians, charged with the oversight of the fifth circle of hell, where the angry are punished. When the gates opened, the Fury possessed Josephine Jaiyen, a 25 year old witch in the Church of Night. The presence of the guardian’s soul not only unlocked the full potential of Josie’s powers, but also granted her with hydrokinesis, the ability to manipulate the water.

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T H E x H E R E T I C x is one of the nine guardians, charged with the oversight of the sixth circle of hell, City of Dis, where the heretics are punished. When the gates opened, the Heretic possessed Michael Navarro, a 25 year old warlock in the Church of Night. The presence of the guardian’s soul not only unlocked the full potential of Michael’s powers, but also granted him with geokinesis, the ability to manipulate earth.

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T H E x S A V A G E x is one of the nine guardians, charged with the oversight of the seventh circle of hell, Plain of Fire, where the violent are punished. When the gates opened, the Savage possessed Bodhi Krishnan, a 25 year old witch in the Church of Night. The presence of the guardian’s soul not only unlocked the full potential of Bodhi’s powers, but also granted her with pyrokinesis, the ability to manipulate fire.

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T H E x C H A R L A T A N x is one of the nine guardians, charged with the oversight of the eighth circle of hell, Malebolge, where the frauds are punished. When the gates opened, the Charlatan possessed Dorian Fawkes, a 28 year old warlock in the Church of Night. The presence of the guardian’s soul not only unlocked the full potential of Dorian’s powers, but also granted him with hallucikinesis, the ability to manipulate illusions.

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T H E x T R A I T O R x is one of the nine guardians, charged with the oversight of the ninth circle of hell, Pit of Hell, where the traitors are punished. When the gates opened, the Traitor possessed Constance Lamotte, a 25 year old witch in the Church of Night. The presence of the guardian’s soul not only unlocked the full potential of Constance’s powers, but also granted her with cyrokinesis, the ability to manipulate ice.

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• Guardian characters are both the host and the spirit of the Guardian. You will be playing the Witch or Warlock as they are slowly being taken over by the Guardian.

• Guardian characters should be good hosts for the Guardians souls, so they should exhibit strong characteristics of that Guardian. The more similar they share personality traits with their Guardian, the stronger the bond. But it also doesn’t have to be glaringly obvious. It is also open to interpretation as well. For example, Gluttons are usually thought of in regards of food, but the writer could adjust it to be a general hunger for many different things in life as long as it doesn't overlap into the other Guardians. Following the literal path is fine as well :) Make the character your own.

• Once the character is possessed, the Guardian can have different effects on each person. But, a common theme is blacking out similar to Exorcism type episodes where the Guardian takes control over their host. How you wish this to happen or manifest is up to you, if anything seems a little out there, just ask me about it. But over time this will progress and get worse and worse, so keep that in mind.

• Unless mentioned otherwise, there is a limit of one Guardian per writer.

• The witch/warlock characters can be varying ages (witches can live for several centuries and still look young). They should be members of the Academy of Unseen Arts, but if you have a different idea feel free to run it by me.

• Characters allegiances, thoughts, beliefs can go anyway and diversity is always welcome. As the truth of the prophecy unfolds or characters become drunk on power, some will be devote to Lucifer no matter what while others might be swayed to self preservation. Although they do not know about the prophecy yet, make sure their motives are true to who the character is.

• Gender balancing please :) If you play a female and want a second character, unless there is an uneven balance in one way or another, please have your second character as a male, or vice versa.


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• Reservations should be posted on the OOC.

• Reservations should include roles, faceclaims (real life), average words per post and how frequently you are online.

• Once a reservation is accepted, you have 2 days to get a WIP up (it can be blank) and 2 weeks to finish the CS. Special exceptions can be made because of life, vacations, etc. just contact me prior.

• Roles are competitive, so if there is one you want but someone else has reserved it, you can compete for it, if you choose.


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• Post length doesn’t have to be a novel (although I tend to write longer posts). Content is always preferred over length, but please be sure there is enough for others to build off of. Not just reactions, but forwarding the plot as well.

• Be active. I understand life happens and don’t expect posts everyday or week, but please don’t keep us waiting forever. If something comes up, just let us know. We’re patient.

• No ghosting. Please please please don’t disappear without a word. If you have to back out or life is hectic, just let us know. We understand. But nothing is more infuriating than people disappearing without a word.

• Follow the site rules. Romance, violence and drama are fine. But fade to black please :)

• Be respectful of each other!

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Tamsin Reid Character Portrait: Dorian Fawkes Character Portrait: Constance Lamotte Character Portrait: Bones Burroughs Character Portrait: Bodhi Krishnan Character Portrait: Winifred Blanchard Character Portrait: Michael Navarro Character Portrait: Ivy Bishop Character Portrait: Josie Jaiyen Character Portrait: Casper Reid Character Portrait: Neona Ki Character Portrait: Isaac Courtney Character Portrait: Desdemona Proctor Character Portrait: Emrys Proctor Character Portrait: Roman Black Character Portrait: Rian Goulding

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Saying that Dorian didn't have a good night's sleep was an understatement. Since he arrived at the New England Academy, he's been walking around on eggshells. After all, this was his last chance at a life before the witch council found him out. At this point, it seemed like the safest place for him to hide was under the Church of Night's nose, and that's what he was doing. But it didn't make anything easier.

He spent most of the night staring at the ceiling, or refreshing his memory of witch law. Why did he do that to himself? It didn't calm his nerves, only made them worst. It became a routine nearly ever night, going through and counting the number of laws he'd broken, how many offenses. Dorian was a dead man living on borrowed time. The moment they figured him out, he'd be executed without a doubt. If anything, that should make him wish to live what life he had left to the fullest. But he spent too much time living in fear for that to happen.

Dorian might have dozed off at one point or another, but by the time the sun came up, he was up as well. With a sigh, he finally decided to get up and out of bed. There was no point in lazing around under the blankets for hours when his mind would only wonder to more horrible things the future held. He moved about the room quietly, being sure not to wake up Michael as he went to the bathroom. He closed and locked the door behind him. And with that brief moment of privacy he had, Dorian let his glamour fall.

For so long he hadn't be able to look at his reflection, his true reflection. Looking at himself felt so foreign, but the sadness in the eyes... that never changed. Dorian couldn't look for long and let his focus fall to his hands that gripped the sink. With his gaze diverted, he put the glamour back up. He didn't dare look back in the mirror before he made his way into the shower. There weren't many things that could relax him, but a hot shower seemed to always melt away any worries he had, at least, temporarily.

He quickly lost track of how much time he spent standing under the cascading water, but eventually Dorian finally got out. The rest of the day seemed to crawl by, yet at the same time time ticked by so quickly. Before he knew it, Michael was awake and they both had to begin to get ready. Dorian seemed to wait until the absolute last minute to get changed into his white outfit. Just touching it churned his stomach. The one thought he hadn't let plague his mind is what would signing the book of the beast twice do to him. Would it kill him? Overwhelm him with power? Would Satan himself smite him where he stood?

Dorian hadn't noticed until that moment how much his hands had been trembling. Hopefully to other people it just appeared as normal nerves. But he knew the truth, the fear that built up inside him at the nearing of that night's proceedings. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath as he took the clothes from the hanger and began to get dressed. Thankfully, his reflection betrayed him. In the mirror, he was a different man... Dorian Fawkes, who was giving his life over to Lucifer for the first time ever. He let that thought repeat over and over in his mind.

Once dressed and as presentable as he could manage, he finally looked over at Michael giving his bravest smile. "Have you decided on your baptismal name? I haven't had much time to think about it myself," he confessed as he sat back down on his bed. "Pearl likes Xavier." As he said her name, his familiar emerged from somewhere under his pillow and slowly climbed onto his hand.




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Tamsin groaned as an alarmed buzzed in her ear from the nightstand beside her bed. Satan, when did she go to bed the night before? 5 am? 6 am? She couldn't remember, just that she saw the pink glow of the sun about to on crest the horizon before she finally tucked in. Her hand slapped the table, missing her clock three times before she sat up and yanked it out from the wall and threw it across the room.

Normal people were usually out of bed before noon. But Tamsin rarely saw a need to be up before 3 pm. She hasn't attended a class at the Academy for over a century. She's already taken every single one they offered to the point of knowing the classes verbatim. And being a creature of the night, she rarely felt a need to be a morning person.

Her arms stretched out in every direction as she yawned. Tamsin's hair stood up on end, but remained flat on the left side of her head from where she was laying. Her fingers ran through her hair and scratched her scalp, un-matting it from the several hours of sleep. She yanked her blanket off of her and slid out of bed in a tank top and underwear. She was far beyond the point of caring about how she was dressed in front of Winnie and if someone else happened to be in their room too? Well, they got a free show. Tamsin lost count of how many times Roman had seen her naked.

Tamsin nearly tore apart her bed, searching within the blankets and under pillows for her phone. She only found it when she heard the device fall onto the ground next to her feet. She scooped it up and sat down on the mound of blankets. A groan escaped her lips as she illuminated her phone. "Satan's balls. It's All Hallow's Eve?!"

She slammed her phone down on her bed before trudging off to their bathroom. Tamsin rarely closed the door as she showered, knowing full well Winnie spent half of her life in front of a mirror trying to look perfect. She tried locking the door once, and somehow still managed to be greeted by the red head standing in front of the mirror by the time she was done. Tamsin has long since given up trying to get the bathroom to herself since then.

Asmodeus Proctor told Tamsin several times leading up to that day that he expected her presence along with the rest of the Academy. The ceremony was the biggest celebration their coven had every year. And although the Anti Pope was too busy to join this year, every member of the coven would be attending, including the Reids. And it wasn't like she'd be allowed to skip the Dark Baptism. She tried once... Let's just saying being a torture spell test subject for a semester was enough for her to not want to miss it again. So, she didn't waste much time washing up, nearly slipping and falling on the tile floor as she exited the shower.

Tamsin wrapped herself in a towel, using a second to dry her hair as she scurried back out into their room. While it temporarily blocked her view, she bumped into someone who stood in the middle of their room. She pulled the towel from her head and groaned the instant she saw Roman Black standing before her with his stupid smug grin. "Ugh," she scoffed. "You look like the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man... But more sex offender-y." Tamsin wormed her way around him and made her way to her dresser. "Don't you have your own room?"

"Yes, but my roommate isn't my biggest fan."

"Shocker," Tamsin quipped as she yanked open drawers, quickly sifting through what clothes she had clean. She pulled out the first things she found and tossed them onto her bed. She didn't even waste her breath asking Roman to turn around or look away. When she dropped her towel, Tamsin couldn't find her undergarments on the mess that was her bed. After a moment or two of searching, Roman cleared his throat. She turned to look at him, finding him standing there smiling, her underwear hanging off his index finger.

"Grow up, Black," she said as she snatched her panties back and put them on.

"I'll stop when you join us one night," Roman offered as he motioned his hand to Winnie.

Tamsin grabbed her shirt, pulling it on like a vest, turning around to face him as she zipped it up. "I do have standards." Shocking. The girl who pumped herself full of enough substances to euthanize an elephant had standards? Even as she said it, she found it hard to believe the words that were coming out of her mouth.

"And what's that?" Roman asked as he leaned back against the wall on Winnie's side of the room.

"Not you." She smirked towards him as she wiggled into her skinny jeans and fastened them. Tamsin let out a soft sigh of relief now that she was dressed. There was still a bit of time before the Baptism, but seeing Roman in head to toe white get up like a virgin just shit out from heaven, she knew the time was near. If she had to guess, she wouldn't see much of Casper that evening. With the rest of the Reid family present and their clear hatred of her... She'd be left to her own devices for the ceremony.

Tamsin's bare feet tapped along the wood floor as she made her way back to the bathroom, this time closing the door. There was only one instance where she closed the door, and Winnie knew this. It was the one time she wouldn't be bothered. Some shuffling could be heard coming from the bathroom, the sound of the lid on the toilet being moved, some tapping and then the door opened back up. Tamsin walked out sniffing and rubbing her nose, flashing a smile to the other two in the room. It was no secret to anyone at the Academy that she was a junkie. And at this point, she barely felt the effects. It was more like caffeine than a high, no doubt another gift from Lucifer so she couldn't even have an escape or be numb from the torture he's put her through.

She wasn't in the mood to linger and watch the rabbits hump one out before the Dark Baptism. Tamsin didn't even waste her time, finishing getting ready in her room, instead putting her sunglasses on her head and snatched up the rest of what she planned to wear along with her purse. "If you're going to have sex you have about 30 minutes. Not that it would be an issue for Sparky here," Tamsin said as she patted Roman's shoulder. She then grimaced, pinching the fabric of his jacket between her fingers. "Well, if you do you should do it naked. This fabric will wrinkle if you breathe on it wrong."

With nothing more to add, Tamsin nodded causing her sunglasses to slip down from her head and land on the bridge of her nose. "Later, pornstars." She slipped out of their dorm room, closing the door behind her. With a sigh, she walked barefoot down the hallway until she reached one of the small common areas. Thankfully no one else seemed to be there, for the time being.

She found a free spot on the ground and dropped all of her shit. The movement must have startled Chesare, who's white head poked out of her bag to look up at Tamsin, sticking his tongue out at her. "Sorry," she apologized before sitting down next to him. Without needing to rush as much, she lit a cigarette, not particularly worried about getting caught smoking inside the dormitories. Tamsin then took the time to finish getting ready, even putting on a little make up... basically just heavy ass eyeliner.





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Roman's mother had been preparing him for this day for years. What is to be expected of him, what will happen, what it means. But no matter how much she prepared him for it, it still didn't calm his nerves. It was strange for someone like himself to be anxious but this was the day he's been waiting for. To accept Satan into his life, into his heart. To be a servant of the Dark Lord. He knew others trembled at the thought, but he has been waiting for this moment... To make his mother proud.

He started getting ready far earlier than someone normally would, but this was his day. Roman spent at least an hour in the shower, perfecting himself for the Dark Lord. He even decided to shave, trying to be his best self. For months he had his outfit planned and set aside for just this occasion. Rome was never a fan of white clothes, especially an all white outfit. He never found it to be very flattering. But, he knew they were supposed to appear virginal on the night of the Dark Baptism. Being virginal was another thing entirely, but he was twenty-five, what did the Dark Lord expect?

Roman didn't pay much attention to his roommate as he finished getting ready, not that he paid much attention to Bones on most days anyway. He gave himself a final once over in the mirror, slicking his hair back before he grabbed his jacket. He headed out of the boys' dormitory, finally putting his jacket on as he crossed the green toward the girl's dorms. Although they were forced to be in separate buildings, the Academy didn't seem to pay much of a mind to them spending however much time in which ever building they preferred. After all, the Dark Lord had no issue with sexual exploits.

In no time, he had reached Winifred's room. He didn't knock, instead letting himself in as he often did. "Good evening, darling," Roman said in greeting as he crossed the room. He came up behind her, placing his hands gently on her shoulders before placing a soft kiss upon her cheek. "Beautiful as always."

He softly brushed the skin of her shoulder with his thumb before he made his way over to one of her mirrors to check his appearance again. He tugged on the cuffs of his shirt and adjusted his cufflinks. Roman could hear the sound of the shower coming from their bathroom as he looked around seeing the chaotic state of Tamsin's side of the room. "I see the old lady is up at a normal time." He chuckled softly, glancing back over to the stunning red head.

And as if he spoke of Lucifer himself, the brunette came out of the bathroom in a whirlwind. Of course, she couldn't walk past him without their usual pleasantries and banter. As much as she annoyed him, and boy did she... Roman did enjoy catching her when she wasn't presentable. Anyone who thought she wasn't attractive was blind or stupid. And with her fiery nature, she had to be a tomcat in the sack. One day he'd find out. For now, he had to settle for stealing her underwear as she tried to get dress and enjoy the brief extra moment of her naked presence.

Once she was gone, Roman sat down on Winnie's bed. "As much as I'd love a roll in the sheets before signing my name in the book of the beast, I did spend exceptionally long getting ready today." He crossed his right leg over his left. He also knew full well that once she had started getting ready, there was no hope of ruining her work either. What could he say? They were both vain. "Although, I wouldn't mind a celebratory shag later." He smiled at her, raising a brow.

After sometime sitting there, Roman leaned back on her bed slightly, playing with the tassels on one of her frilly decorative pillows."Do you think everyone will go through with it?"

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Bones was woken far too early for his liking. He’d been forced awake at what felt like the crack of dawn as Roman had pranced about, noisily getting ready for his dark baptism. He’d taken hours deciding on his outfit and doing his hair and whatever else he spent all his time doing, Bones would never understand how one single person could spend so much time staring longingly at their own reflection. And he couldn’t be cajoled by Bones sleepy grumbles to hurry up either.

Eventually Roman left, but Bones didn’t get any peace as his phone start blaring into the silence. He fumbled for the phone and with a scowl, he silenced its ringing almost immediately. His father had decided to make the trek down for the dark baptism – the schmoozer that he was – and he’d been trying to contact Bones for weeks. Of course, Bones hadn’t answered any of his numerous calls and texts.

Officially deciding he wasn’t getting anymore sleep, Bones rolled out of bed and in contrast to his fussy roommate, he threw on the first thing he found on the floor of his cupboard. Where there was a whole pile of assorted clothes since Bones wasn’t the cleanest guy.

Leaving his room, he found Tamsin scowling into a mirror. “Hey Tam,” He said, flopping against the wall across from her. He made sure to sit a little bit down from her, so that he wouldn’t catch any of the smoke from her cigarette. He wasn’t one of those conservative prudes, but considering he had scars from the three surgeries he’d had to save his lungs, he kind of respected their wellbeing.

It was easy to guess the reason Tamsin was dropped in a common room rather than her own perfectly good dorm. “Let me guess, Roman’s screwing Win’s brains out right about now?” He made a face at the thought. Winifred was like a sister to him, an annoying, bratty one, but the vision of her having sex was not something Bones wanted to dwell on.

Bones let Tamsin get on with her getting ready, and instead he watched as people wandered in out and out of the common room. Some of them, nervous and skittish in their full white outfits. He nodded towards a pair that were leaving the common room looking particularly pale. “They’re all so fucking nervous.” Bones may have only been 23, considered young by the batch of witches to be baptised, but since he had belong to a Canadian coven he’d gone through his dark baptismal over seven years ago. He was going to make sure no one forgot that he’d been a proper witch for way longer than any of them. “I barely remember mine. How’d they do the whole baptism thing in the dark ages?”





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Bodhi had been up and about since dawn. She needed to look perfect today, not that perfection was any different from her usual décor. Her white dress had arrived from home three weeks earlier, and this morning she’d done her hair and makeup before most of the academy had left their beds. Her hair was sitting perfectly, and her look was completed with two diamond studs and a small, insanely expensive, diamond pendant. After getting ready she’d headed to library determined to get a bit of study in today, around all the formalities.

Bodhi uncrossed and recrossed her legs as she reread the same paragraph for the fifth time without taking in a single word. The large dusty tomb in front of her was supposed to explain the history of nature magic in Thailand, but it might as well have been one of the bodice ripper novels her mother read for the all the information she was absorbing from it. Today was an important day, but waiting for it was killing Bodhi who had little patience at the best of times.

She recalled her father’s phone call that morning. He talked endlessly about how important today was, and how important it was that Bodhi made their family proud. Just thinking about the phone call had Bodhi’s hand crumpling the page she held. She couldn’t help that thoughts that flittered through her head, visions of wrapping her hands around her father’s throat and squeezing until he couldn’t speak another word.

She took a deep breath and smoothed out the paper underneath her hand. Constantin, the inky black spider perched on her shoulder, took this as an invitation as he scurried down her arm and across the page of the history book, obscuring the words. She shot him a cold glare but her voice was calm, “Move. Before I rip off one of those legs.” He bowed his front legs, and Bodhi could have sworn he hissed, but he did eventually shuffle aside. And with a sigh, Bodhi returned to the paragraph in front of her determined not to waste the entirety of this morning.





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Isaac watched a black shape streak across the sky, Nostradamus. It had to be over 100 years since he’d last seen his familiar and he considered his reappearance a bad omen. Nostradamus didn’t stay long, he just flew a couple circles around Isaac, squawking a few times, before disappearing from whatever hole he’d sprung from. Isaac was left with the thought that he had a lousy excuse for a familiar. There was nothing familiar about Nostradamus, he just came and went as he liked.

Throwing the last of his cigarette into the dirt, Isaac stomped it down with his shoe before heading through the front doors of the New York Academy of the Unseen Arts. It’d been 20 or so years since he’d last walked these halls, but nothing ever really changed. He found his new room pretty quickly and with a single knock he let himself in. “I hope you weren’t expecting this room to yourself for the rest of the year.” He said to his roommate, as he threw his duffel bag and jacket onto the bed that was clearly left untouched for his arrival. He didn’t bother unpacking, he hardly had enough possessions to make it worth it.

Officially, Isaac was enrolled and had received his room assignment two months ago, but he’d gotten a little delayed on the way here – mostly trying to avoid crossing paths with the Anti-Pope himself during the dark baptism. But when news reached him that Lucifer wasn’t making an appearance, he’d booked a red-eye flight from Abu Dhabi. No doubt his roommate would have questions about his two months absence, and now sudden appearance without warning.

Isaac yawned and rubbed at the stubble sprouting across his face, he was exhausted, not only was he jetlagged, but he hadn’t got any sleep on his journey either. He hated planes, what was so wrong with train carriages, or ships? He pulled a bottle of whiskey out his bag and took a large mouthful, it might have been mid-morning, but it was 5 o’clock somewhere. He held out the bottle to his roommate, “A drink before the ritual slaughtering begins?” It was easy to joke about it when it didn’t affect you and you didn’t care.

Isaac threw the bottle back on to his bed and looked about the small room – this had been the same room he’d been assigned in 1934, thankfully they’d repainted it in a neutral grey since then. He caught a glance of himself in the mirror and decided pretty quickly that they sleep rumpled and slightly sweaty t-shirt he’d worn for the flight probably wasn’t going to cut it at the Dark Baptism. So he ripped off his t-shirt and grabbed a button up shirt from his bag – it was creased from being screwed up in the bag which made a small part of him cringe. After all he’d lived through eras where an unkempt appearance was considered a flaw in of one’s character. While changing, he gave his roommate a good look at the tattoo on his pec, a love heart tattoo with Kelsie written on the inside. Not that he cared for modesty.

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