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The cold breeze of Erebus swept her long silver hair up gently, sliding against the smooth surface of her armour and tunic. There was no symbol of any nation on the tunic; icy steel armour over a plain white tunic. Technically she served the kingdom of Derah, but ultimately her loyalty lay in the girl she was tasked to protect, the girl she was currently searching for--calmly, it would seem on the outside, but in her mind she was frantically hoping the girl would turn up. Wu hesitated to call out, knowing how badly vampires took any sound interrupting the everlasting silence and peace of Erebus, but at last, she could not help it.
"Trinette!" she called out, hoping to hear the Nixie's voice in return through the darkness.
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So it had come to be that Trinette, huddled in fright against the trunk of a large oak tree, found herself all alone in the unfamiliar land of eternal night. Weakly she tried to call out to Wu, but through the wells of tears the splashed on her cheeks and the hiccups that flew from her lips, her words came out little more than whispers in the night.
The small girl had all but given up on ever being found again, when Wuβs voice wafted almost silently to her ears. Even with the panic that seemed brimming in her voice, did it seem Wu would try her best to respect the ways of the vampires. Through the tears, the snot, and the violent hiccups, Trinette moved again to call out to the woman. Her voice came out in turn even less audible then the womanβs and Trinette could only hope her guardians hereditary hearing capabilities wouldnβt fail her now.
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After no more than a few moments, Wu stumbled upon a great oak tree, and, leaning against the trunk of the tree, was Trinette. Wu stepped forward, shaking her head. "How many times do I have to tell you?" she said in a stern voice. "Don't wander off to look at the flowers without me! We're not in Derah or Verul anymore. This is Erebus...land of the vampires..." Despite the reproachful look in her eyes, the slightest hint of a relieved smile was appearing on the corners of her lips.
Wu glanced around at their surroundings for a moment. Erebus Castle was situated more towards the south of the kingdom, where there was much less snowfall than in the brutal northern reaches. Around them was a small forest of sorts, a forest of great, snow-capped fir trees; the grass beneath Wu's metal boots was patched here and there with fleeting ice and snow. And, scattered around the small glade into which Trinette had wandered, were silvery flowers with large, curving petals; they cast a eerie, otherworldly, faint purple glow against the quiet darkness of Erebus's eternal night. Called hatsu in Erebus--a shortening of an old Strigoi Viu word--even the vampires appreciated the ghostly beauty of this flower.
Reluctantly turning from the lovely hatsu, Wu gave a sigh as she looked back to Trinette. "Well...we came here to see Desir...but we may not have chosen the best place and the best time for it."
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A curious soul that would wander within such dangerous spaces between an almost dead forest and the castle of a vampire prince, and true that she was. Never before had fear stood in her way for she cold run away later, or rather fly, but this wind may prove a dangerous obstical and her dainty and small wings may not be able to take on the harsh gales the she was forced to fly against. Still however, she pushed on; wonder stood before her. Large stone walls, strong to be sure, and perhaps indestructable, although the sight itself was not soft on her eyes; it still held mystery enough to allow her to thirst to see it.
The little bird flapped harder and harder still; as she got closer a flicker of happiness lit a flame within her heart. This flame gave her the strength to ignore the sharp pain of exhaustion and her own shortness of breath. This flame gave her the strength to beat her wings harder and faster and as she flapped the closer she got and the stronger the flame became. The flames glorious colors of orange, yellow, and brilliant red erupted upon her feathers, the dainty slivers of silver were replaced with the strong look of gold. Just a little farther and her hunger would be soothed.
Finally after what seemed like forever the small Adarna dropped lower and lower untill the castle walls themselves blocked the mighty force of the wind. Truly these stones were like and unmovable object, for it could stop the unstoppable force that was the air itself. Light flickered in her crystaline eyes as she landed on a window sill; it was a simple matter to enter and so she did.
Dropping down from the high window she landed on the floor of the castle; the stone was cold beneath her but after having faced a bone chilling wind it seemed like the warmth of a fire. With a little more hopping that was echoed by the tapping of her pathetic talons she decided that exploration would be much more easily accomplished in a less useless form. So wrapping her bright wings around her whole entire body they glowed brighter and brighter still untill they echoed the light of faires far and wide. Seperating them a small girl had taken the place of the bird. She seemed somewhat normal aside from the fairy like wings that held on tightly to her back. Standing up the child began picking at the small items, ranging from a picture to a flame upon a candle.
Stopping in front of what appeared to be the image of herself, she grabbed at her semi-long brown hair and then stared at her matching brown eyes. Though she saw herself clearly she was completely ignorant of the social error of her appearance, for she had no cloth upon her body. After all what ever would a small bird do with something so pointless as clothing. Turning on her heels the child known as Cyaires continued her pointless appraissal of the vampire prince's home, though she herself did not know whom it was the resided there.
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Some of the rumors had been mild, no more than the admittedly true whispers that the humans for which some ancient text had spoken had returned, others were outlandish and decidedly false in nature, that these rare arrivals in their land had power in blood and flesh. It seemed to the more desperate of the people, mainly those in the war torn and tired Borderlands, these creatures became a sick sign of hope. Had it not been for the royal houses intervention, it had actually seemed likely that the women would have long ago been eaten by the desperate serf class.
But the rumors, and the chaos that had ensued in the crazed populace, had only been the beginning. Before the royal house had caught word of their worlds visitors, she had seen the attention of almost every nation directed on another matter entirely. This matter would happen to be the strange weather conditions affecting the entirety of Millennia; hurricanes, brimstone, wild fires, blizzards, tsunamis, hail, sunlight in Erebus, perpetual darkness in Verul. What people had come to know and become accustomed to, all of it had changed in the span of a few weeks. Though it seemed a little thing, to her eyes as week, the researchers of Verul, Erebus, and even those of Hades, had been in an uproar at the prospect of the global weather change.
What was to come however, was what had truly fueled the flames of chaos. Cain, the Demon Prince of Hades and who Damia had always been inclined to title her nemesis, had, quite literally, simply disappeared in the midst of all the panic. He had reportedly been seen last retiring to his quarters in the dead of night, her precious Desir not far behind, but when the maid went to check his room in the morning, knowing quite well how prone to destroying rooms Cain was when it came to favorite Kitten, she had found nothing. Well, save for a groggy eyed Desir curling up to Cainβs undead puppy Oats. Had no one alerted Desir first that Cain was missing, as the servants had established upon finding him nowhere in an hour long mad dash around the palace grounds, perhaps things would have remained calm and rationale.
Instead though, some foolish maid had let it spill that the demon prince was missing and a frenzied Desir had, after all but mauling the maid in his panic, rushed to the chambers of the Demon Queen. Raising from her sleep, though Damia had suspected sheβd rose from another activity entirely by the flustered appearance Desir had taken when he reached that particular part of his explanation, the Demon queen was reasonably infuriated at the young Villiβs barging in. Had he not been the child of her dear Faunia and her sonβs most faithful companion, it seemed likely the woman would have ripped his head off instead in her anger at being
Within hours, hell minutes, there was a frantic man hunt for Cain. Normally, one would assume Cain sort of wandering off to be relatively common and no occasion for alarm, but it just so happened that there had apparently been one remnant of Cainβs presence after all. It had been at this point in Desirβs retelling that Damia had brought attention to how someone could βcompletely disappear with no traceβ when there was a clue left behind.
Desir had, still frantic and much too broken to make a snarky comeback or the like, merely continued where he was, explaining that the remnant left behind was a lone crimson skull. It hadnβt taken much imagination for Damia to reach the conclusion that the skull had had to have been a demon skull, as Desir was quick to point out, as well as a rather startling revelation. The skull was that of Calix Dolceβs, the former crowned prince of Hades and Cainβs longtime βmissingβ brother. Though most had already speculated that he had been dead, there was little though that anyone would ever find his remains, let alone in such a way as they had been found.
It also so happened that the way in which Cain disappeared was eerily similar to the manner in which Calix had disappeared so long ago as well. The news of Cainβs disappearance and the strange circumstances that surrounded it was quick to spread throughout Millennia and it came that the Nations erupted in uproar. Within time, another discerning fact had spread to the ears of the aged Lore Keeper: The Demon Queen suspected Erebus of her sonβs disappearance. Tensions had always ran high with Hades as long as Damia could remember, which admittedly wasnβt very far as she hadnβt exactly been one for politics until the last thousand or so years, but having that tension actually come to something? That was something sheβd hoped to never have to see.
It seemed to her, witnessing as many wars as she had in her age, that battles between forces as powerful as Hades and Erebus would lead only to the destruction of both societies and the knowledge they possessed. Admittedly, the later prospect was what she found more threatening, perhaps even morbid. Since then though, nothing had yet to come and though tensions were practically palpable between the two nations, there has been no sign of warfare as of yet.
What worried Damia herself the most though, was neither the political or environmental matters, nor the presence of three strange human women within the castle for the past two weeks, but the current state of none other than Desir. Over the past month, he had seemed to all but die on the inside. He no longer had enough energy to bother Vincent or herself, he had no will to play with the girls, he had no thought to snark at every comment, his eyes seemed almost placid, and it seemed no matter what he said or how he said it his voice would always remainβ¦lifeless. He tried to put an act on occasionally for the aged Strigoi Viu, but even that seemed too much for him lately and he all but shut down.
At one point she had seen him reach out to Vincent, when he had first arrived from Hades to Erebus, so desperate for the warmth of the relationship they had once had to soothe the turmoil in his being. But Vincent had seemed all but ignorant of Desirβs need of him, cruely pushing him away and behaving in his usual cold manner towards the already breaking boy. It seemed that was the last blow Desir could take, as after that he had shut everyone, Damia herself included, out.
With that dark thought, Damia drew to a halt before a large oaken door, moving the entirety of her bundle of tomes to her left hand. With two effective snaps of her wrist, Damia knocked on the wooden expanse of the door. The deep grimace that had set on her lips shifted in her waiting to one of impassiveness, just in time to meet an oddly similar one across from it. Clarise Vistotti, one of the human women who had taken up residence in Erebus castle for the time being, raised an eyebrow in inquiry.
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Despite his attempts to read the book, his mind wandered. To Cain, to Desir, to Damia, to politics--and to the human girls currently under the care of his castle. A grimace crept onto his otherwise apathetic expression as he thought of them. So much trouble they were stirring up--and they chose his quiet, serene land to bring that trouble to. Ever since they had arrived, a thing unheard of had happened.
Sunlight. In Erebus.
Only for a few seconds at most, but for those brief seconds, the rays of the sun suddenly pierced the endless night of Erebus. It was a calamity, a disaster, an absolute terror, if this were to happen again, and for longer periods of time. The most that had been sustained were a few burns on the younger vampires, but had it been only a moment longer, the damage would have been much more serious. Previously, Vincent had been interested in these humans; now, he only wished for them to be gone as soon as possible. Interesting as they were, they threatened his land, his people, and Vincent would not allow it.
He cast the thought from his mind, but a new one soon replaced it: Desir. Ever since Cain had disappeared, he had been drained of the energy that so irritated Vincent. Hell, it was almost more irritating to Vincent to see Desir so melancholic rather than the usual madly energetic Villi he used to be. And, though Vincent was far too preoccupied with the latest calamities to notice, Desir had tried to reach to him in a last attempt to find solace, hoping that Vincent would at least remember the times so long ago when they had been friends, when they had been happy together and melancholic together.
And yet Vincent had angrily refused to give the Villi any comfort in his 'time of need'. Viciously Vincent had pushed Desir away, unaware of the turmoil that was occurring in the heart and mind of the Villi prince who had once been his friend.
Annoyed even now, Vincent shut the book and placed it on the small table next to him, standing up from the armchair and stretching a bit before opening the door and stepping into the vast maze of halls and chambers that was Erebus Castle. It was entirely silent and still, almost eerily so, until a single sound echoed lightly down the twisting hallways; two knocks, that could only be heard by a vampire.
Bored and deciding to see who was doing what in his castle (as he happened to be something of a controlling leader) Vincent set off towards the sound, stifling a yawn as he did so. He had hardly gotten any rest all week, in a flurry to solve the many problems that now seemed deadset on ruining the peace of Erebus.
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Sighing lightly, and being careful to place her violin gingerly back within its case, Clarise began to rise from her seated position on the surprisingly plush bed. Her steps were light and deliberate as she walked, avoiding the strewn clothes, books, and music sheets that covered the floor in a sea of dull pastels. Twisting the brass knob as she arrived, Clarise popped the door open ever so slightly, upturning a lone eyebrow in inquisition as Damiaβs impassive expression met her own.
Sheβd never actually much spoken with the girl before, if only as both were a bit on the more reserved side and Damia had found herself more preoccupied with political matters than human ones, but she recognized her on appearance and seeing her so late into the day, however difficult it was to tell time in Erebus, was surprising for her. Sheβd have imagined, that should the woman require anything, it would have been much easier to simply send a maid or the like to fetch her.
Clarise was about to question why it was, exactly, that she had been graced by the aged womanβs presense, when out of the corner of her eye she caught sight of the ruling force himself, Prince Vincent. Her gaze darted curiously back to Damia, to see if she displayed any signs of knowing why he was approaching, which she evidently didnβt by the curious gaze Damia mirrored in her own eyes, before politely addressing both of the individuals before her.
βGood Afternoon, I believe, Damia,β she bowed her head ever so slightly in a nod like fashion to the woman, before turning her attention to Vincent, βand Vincent. To what do I owe this occasion?β Part of her internally cried out as she finished, insisting that she was, as was usual of the polite girl, being much too formal yet again.
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"No occasion," he grunted in response to her polite words. "Just observing what exactly is being wrought in my castle." Without any actual intention, Vincent placed the slightest emphasis on the word my. He turned to Damia. "I still, however, await reports from the scientists concerning...that incident." He spoke, of course, in reference to the sudden event of sunlight in Erebus, though to Clarise he could be speaking of any 'incident'. "And..." he glanced around, as if noticing that something was missing. "The Villi. Where has he gone?" The irritated tone of voice, as if to say 'wonderful, who knows what destruction Desir's wrought now', suggested Vincent was still too stressed and hard-pressed to realise how badly he had hurt the Villi prince.
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Part of her could only assume, though, that heβd yet again found his way to the fields of Hatsu that decorated the south western borders of Erebus. Of course, she couldnβt much be sure, however, if the sometimes pragmatic Desir would be more inclined towards the fields outside the castle walls, or any of the other various fields however far away. For some reason, she was tempted to say the latter over the former.
Sighing, Damia attempted to answer the question that had been asked of herβor, at least she would have, had not Clarise begun to respond first. βThe Villi, as in, the cat boy?β the blonde girl took a brief second to simulate cat ears above her head, βI find myself to be in his company as of the moment, strangely enough. Well, in truth itβs more that I had found myself in his companyβ¦he passed out about a half hour or so ago, when it was that I had first began to tune my violin.β Though she did well to hide it, Clarise was hiding a fair amount of details from both of the elder beings before her, much more so Damia, however.
Desir had, perhaps fourteen or so hours back, when asking to see if she had seen Damia around, essentially all but break down on her. In a bundle of tears and desperate gasps, he had collapsed to her floor, heaving so powerfully in his grief that the girl was surprised no one came out. Perhaps they would have though, had Clarise not done the first thing that came to her mind; she grabbed at Desirβs still shaking shoulders, wrapped her arms under his own, and went about dragging him to the front of her bed. Without a momentβs hesitation, she snapped the door shut behind her and proceeded to do something infinitely foreign to her. She comforted Desir. Though she could do little in the way of words, as she had always found herself incapable of articulately expressing emotions and feeling, she soothed him with the warmth of her lap to cry upon and the most somber melody she could think to lull him into the realm of sleep.
In time, he had fallen asleep to the melodies and, in what she would now admit to a be not exactly the brightest of ideas, moved him into her own plush bed. Part of her had burned red in embarrassement at the time, but the other, more dominant part of her mind attested that he would be least intrusive and apparently most ready to actually receive some form of comfort and affection. As even she, all but a stranger in the situation, was able to notice how absolutely broken the boy was, as the emotional display before her had attested as well, and how unbelievably cold everyone within the walls of Erebus was towards him. It wasnβt even any ill will necessarily, it just seemed as though they either were incapable of affection in general, Damia and Vincent, or rather apathetic to the boy, Angel and Aims. Herself, well, Clarise had admittedly found herself enjoying the company of Desir upon meeting him.
Sheβd been in Verul for at least two weeks by the time she had first come into contact with the royal house, and not even through Desir or Faunia either, but through the somewhat meek Miette, second youngest of the Volliern bloodline, who had by chance wandered into the tailor for which she worked. At the time, she had been a bit out of luck when it came to money and the only place she could find to hire her, other than as a musician for hire which only resulted in attending the strangest parties known to man, was a kind, visibly aged Villiβs. The young Villi princess had apparently been a somewhat annual customer of the store, and it had just so happen that her visits consigned with the summer solstice in Verul, which had been a few days away at that time. Though it should probably be mentioned that that solstice would never exactly comeβ¦
Miette had been in need of a new outfit, which she had been delightfully vague about in terms of ideas, and had only actually recognized Clarise as human after she, well, she tasted her blood. In an admittedly common way, just licking the blood that pooled at Clariseβs finger tip after she had accidently pricked it. But still, it had served to unsettle the girl with how predatory the older woman became at the taste of the crimson liquid.
After excusing herself for a moment, taking a quick step outside to cool her nerves, Miette would return withβ¦interesting news. Apparently, she would need to be taken to the Villi palace, immediately no less, to discuss her very existence with the reigning queen. So it would be that she was escorted to the palace, by a lovely squadron of bodyguards who shared scones with her on the way, and was introduced to Desir upon her entrance. Or, more accurately, Desir had smacked her with a door and knocked her out. Upon awakening, Desir was quick to apologize, as he really did feel a bit terrible about knocking such a cute girl out, and crack a few jokes to help her cheer up.
Though, now that she was thinking about it, most of the jokes had been at her expenseβ¦eh, the thought remains the same though. From then on, she would find herself in Desirβs company often, even accompanying him as a guest to Hades, though part of her had wished she hadnβt. The image of how absolutely devastated Desir had been, seeing the skull laying so close to him, had stirred memories within her sheβd much rather keep hiddenβ¦
Damia, noticing things had become increasingly more awkward the longer the silence that had taken to the air continued, coughed to clear the air. βHmm, yes, well, that solves that mystery it seems,β though she didnβt much intend it, there was a hint of sarcasm to her words as she spokeβ¦not that she was bitter or anything, βand so far, the studies into thatβ¦incident has showed no direct correlation to the other strange occurrences, nor appearances.β By strange occurrences, she of course meant the girls appearances in their humble world.
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Lucifer licked the blood off of the blade of his gauntlet and turned his back on the being that had been his kill. It had enthralled him up untill the moment its life had gone from its eyes and it lay still, unbreathing, no longer a sport. It had screamed though. The beautiful sound of those cries for help, for mercy and then just pure pain still rang in his ears. It had been delicious but the blood disgusted him. It didn't smell the same as the blood of humans and it certainly didn't have the same lure. It smelt of oil and Fey. The green pixie had just been a bit of fun and now Lucifer needed to eat he wished he'd picked something slightly more...well, more. He had heard the rumors that were sperading across Millenia. Prince Cain was missing and human girls were residing in Erebus. The home of vampires. Lucifer licked at the blood again. He was slightly like a vampire in that respect, he needed blood to stay strong but not to survive. Demons would call him a freak, vampires wouldn't consider him as one of them, he was old blood from a time before the humans had vanished and for that he would be shunned from current society. His sister was the only other survior like him, old blood ran through her veins too, he just didn't know where his sister was. He'd hunted her for the last twenty yers, desperatley seeking something of his that she had in her possesion, but he had been unable to find her. She'd told him she was going to hide well; she hadn't lied...
Lucifer, I am not doing this for me. You must understand that this is for you. I will give my life to keep it safe, I swear it. By our blood I will swear now that you will never see me again. Even if you search for a thousand seasons you will not find me. I know you will try for a man cannot live without his heart but you are no longer a man. Remember that...
She had left then. The woman who had taught him how to make poison and made him the one antidote to counter it, the only one who had ever cared for him. His sister, Azure. Lucifer clenched his fist at the memory. He knew he could find her if he was more powerfull and the only way to gain power was through drinking the blood of humans. He finished with the pixie and wiped the blood from his mouth. The scent of human blood carried on the wind. He had to go to Erebus...
Amyy
Amyy had been lying in a bed in her room of the castle, a bandage wrapped around her head and round both her arms from wrist to elbow. The woman who had bandaged her thought that she could heal the scars but it wouldn't work. She had said something about it only working if the patient was in the right mental state and Amyy certainly wasn't. In all the chaos how had she managed to get so injured? Falling rubble had knocked her unconciouss and she had almost been killed she was told. How could anyone be as useless as she was? Amyy tried to sit up but pain shot through her head and hip. She'd had to have stiches in several other places and her ankle was swollen too. Vincent already didn't like her much, now he wouldn't even bother with her. The only good thing that had come out of all of this was Cain had gone missing. She still resented him for that kiss. Amyy sighed. She hadn't been in this strange world very long but she already wished she could go home.
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Heβd actually been about to call out to her when Damiaβs, and then Vincentβs, voice but in, blanching his face immediately. Though he had done little to try and hide his turmoil as of late, having all but given up caring, Desir still found he had absolutely no desire to be caught in the room of a girl, being taken care of after emotionally collapsing on her. He still had some pride after all. And so it would come to be that, as soon as he had freed himself from the grasp of the horrid blankets, he snuck his way to the open window not too far away.
With only one weak glance outside, he began to climb his way out of the window with nimble hands. Or, he would have, was it not for the sudden realization partway through his falling from the window that heβd at some point come down with a rather nasty flu that appeared to have knocked out his sense of depth. Awesome.
It was with a harsh smack that his body made impact with the ground below and had it not been for his raceβs natural resistance to physical damage, he somehow suspected he would have broken every bone in his body from the collision. Instead, he could only make notice of a meager broken rib, broken clavicle, and a bruised back; which in consideration to what injuries he had already achieved in his century long life was rather minor. Still hurt like hell though.
Five stories above where Desir lay groaning, Clarise poked her head back into the room, curious of what had caused the slight commotion moments before. The broken Armoire that greeted her and the smashed glass that had come to cover it in turn, somewhat answered her inquiring. Desir had no idea just how sick he really was.
On the other side of the fortress that was Erebus castle, Trinette tugged loosely on her guardianβs hand, turning her odd, doe like eyes at the woman curiously. Though her hearing was excellent, sheβd always found she had a fair bit of trouble discerning distance and differences between mere atmosphere and actual sounds while on land. As such, it was only natural that she would instead rely on her dear Wu for matters concerning strange noises that vaguely sounded like a squishy substance making contact with groundβ¦or any matter actually. Wu was always better at everything then her. It was actually a bit disheartening at times.
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At that moment, however, there was the sound of shattering glass, and Vincent reacted immediately; pushing Clarise to the side--not roughly, but quickly--he stormed to the window, his boots crunching over the glass that lay scattered over the floor, and cast his eyes through the window to the ground below. A moment later, he looked back to Damia with genuine annoyance and anger in his eyes. "Nothing." He stated, the scowl on his face becoming more and more pronounced. "Get soldiers patrolling the castle to investigate." Only a second later, he added, as if Damia had protested, "Oh very well, I'll deal with it...what the hell was that supposed to be, anyway?" He turned to Clarise, clearly demanding an answer, as it was her room. Even Vincent did not lose his composure this quickly under normal circumstances. But lately, Vincent had been even more bitter than usual...
Meanwhile, outside the castle's twisting, maze-like interior, Wu's hearing zeroed in on the same noise Trinette had heard, and as the girl tugged at her hand, Wu placed a hand on Trinette's shoulder and without a word began walking swiftly towards the source of the noise--which seemed closer and closer to Erebus Castle, a little too close for comfort. Nevertheless, she continued, and soon, she saw, lying amidst a patch of hatsu, something vaguely...was that a body? The faint glow of the hatsu flowers did little to fend against the overwhelming night of Erebus, but she could barely make the shape out...
Moving closer, Wu approached Desir; when she was only a couple of feet away, she began to make out the details of Desir's face, but she could not identify him yet, her half-Villi lineage, unfortunately, 'canceling out' the more night-oriented vision of the vampires. It was only when she kneeled down next to the body that she realised who it was, and nearly fell backwards. "P-Prince Volliern?" she stuttered, her calm facade disrupted by the Villi prince's presence in Erebus.
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βAh, then If you have no need of me right now-β Desir began, already mid prance by the time he had been interrupted.
β-Ah, wait please!β Trinette shot in dazedly, reaching out for the swaying tail before her. With tight hands, she clasped onto the cat boys tail, being pulled forward when it swished to the side.
Blinking curiously, while simultaneously reaching a hand for his sore tail, Desir turned his gaze to the small child behind him. Had she needed something? From him? Trinette wasnβt often to talk to him at all.
βWhat is it you desire little one?β he inquired lightly, his golden eyes contracting in the slightest signs of mischief. Or perhaps predatory nature, it was always difficult to tell with a sick Villi, truly. Either way, Trinette seems not at all aware, only flashing her usual cheery smile up at the man before speaking.
βWuuwie and I have to talk to you about something,β she began in her melodic little voice, rocking back and forth on the heels of her feet absently, βI canβt remember exactly what thoughβ¦β
~;~;~;~;~;~;~;~;~;~;~Shift me Home Baby!~;~;~;~;~;~;~;~;~;~;~
βOh, um, well, it could be an owl perhaps? Or, do there exists owls in this world? Well, I suppose a large avian creature or the like at leastβ¦I did spot an interesting bird passing by earlier, though it was a bit on the small side. Perhaps it could have been that? It seemed to me like it could have easily been a creature capable of mana abilities,β Clarise began to trail off, losing any semblance of coherent thought as she began to consider where Desir had gotten tooβ¦Surely he hadnβt fallen, right?...right?
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As tempting as it was to get closer she found herself inching away instead; she would hate to get caught. Especially by vampires. On a normal basis Adarnas are rather graceful in their motions and basic everything however Cyaires was rather young and had yet to gain said gracefullness, so instead she tripped over a candlestand. That the large metal 'stick', as Eres had such named it, fell to the ground with a large clatter knocking over something fragile which fell to the floor with an obvious shatter. She herself also fell to the ground with a plunk. If she had known how, the little Adarna would have cursed but unfortunately she had yet to be educated in said language and thus didn't know any; choosing instead to yelp with her little child-like voice.
Meanwhile, in a rather distant room from the previously mentioned one surrounded by a throng of people, Angel sat attempting to play her guitar without causing her shoulder to gush blood. It didn't hurt but basic common sense told her that if it was bleeding so badly through a bandage then more than likely it wasn't in the best of shape. Not only that but she had by then figured out what was life threatening and what wasn't. Sighing in discontent she stood up and walked into her rather small and cold bathroom. Removing her shirt she undid the rather obsolete bandage and gaped at her shoulder. It looked much worse then it felt to say the least.
With not much else to do she grabbed a random peace of cloth and started to tap against the edges of the imbedded stone. Blood rushed out in masses and that in of itself made, even the long hardened to the sight, Angel dizzy. That was after all quite a bit of blood and it was hers. Looking around once again she spotted the dress she had literally been forced into wearing on the bed and decided to make use of it. Perhaps more than anything it was to annoy the made instead of actually helping her (perhaps maybe even the Vampire Prince, though by then she hardly expected a reaction). Shuffling over she tore up the dress using her good arm and her teeth.
Take the longest peace of torn cloth she wrapped it around the somewhat bloody towel (which had been placed around the wound to the best of her ability) in order to hold it in place. Walking back into the bathroom she then proceeded to put her shirt back on, grab her guitar and leave the room.
Somewhere even farther off a sleeping monster was being awoken from a six thousand year sleep. Sin himself had long since wondered if he was truly dead rather than asleep however that ache in his stomach and the soreness of his throat allowed him to remember the hell that he lived in. He himself did not even realize why it was his throat stung even more or why his stomach felt as though it were being stabbed untill he had finally walked into the sunlight. Sunlight, though it wore him out, was not much of a threat to one as old as him and so he felt no need to remain in his cave. Once outside a dark shadow lit his stiff features. Though he had been slumbering for so long the old vampire looked as though he had been depraved of rest for twice that time. Sniffing the air and smacking his lips a small smile flew across his face, "I smell a rare treat, a human's blood. Though it smells somewhat sweet, my favorite." A bright pink tongue traced the form of his mouth as he spoke untill afterwards at that time it returned into it's spot on the bottom of his mouth.
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"Ah, er..." Wu paused for a moment, trying to formulate a coherent statement in her mind. "You see, Prince Volliern...Trinette--" she paused to gesture to Trinette, "--is a nixie." She didn't expect the young Villi prince to know of what nixies were--she didn't expect any Villi these days to know such a thing. "And as it happens, she's in danger...grave danger, specifically because she's a nixie." Wu was quite aware of how utterly stupid she sounded--at least, to herself--but forced herself to press on. "And it's something only you can help with...we really need your help, and we came all the way from...across Millenia," she hastily ensured that she mentioned no specific kingdom. "Across Millenia to Erebus, just to find you." She pondered whether or not she should mention that Desir's own mother was the grave danger she was speaking of.
Meanwhile, up in the castle, Vincent's scowl could only deepen. "The owls of Erebus are far too peaceable to do this--all the birds, all the creatures of Erebus are. As for mana...I should assume you are referring to magic. And no." He flatly rejected her suggestion before explaining. "Animals are incapable of harnessing magic. It is an ability afforded only to a select few individuals of a select few races."
Even as he said this, Vincent became aware of another crashing sound followed by a loud yelp. Turning swiftly, muttering something about 'never been quiet around here since those...' he muttered some word in vampiric. 'arrived here', he started towards the sound, and a moment later he found the source--an Ibong Adarna? His eyes narrowed on her--what was an Ibong Adarna doing in Erebus, and even more strangely in Erebus Castle?
A moment after he thought this, he realised that the bird woman was, as was typical of her race, wore no clothes; immediately he averted his eyes, an angry red streak appearing on his face. "What...how..." he stuttered, before realising the girl probably did not understand what he was saying. Dammit, Damia, get over here quick...
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Clarise, on the other hand, was actually about to follow Vincent until she caught feel of the overpowering, negative atmosphere that had come to trail behind the somewhat brooding Vincent. Scooting back somewhat awkwardly on the heels of her feet, Clarise made her way back into her torn, damaged room, grabbing hurriedly for her violin before rushing back down the halls as simultaneously fast and cautiously as she could manage. The result was an awkward sort of run hobble, consisting of a momentary sprint, two paces of tip toes, a normal step walking, and repeat.
Desir, far below on the night drenched ground, cocked a curious eyebrow a Wuβs strange behavior. The woman had never been one to talk, as he had noted from her days as a Chevalier, ever the stoic one, but when she had, heβd become somewhat accustomed to a certain eloquence to her words. An eloquence that was decidedly missing in Wuβs current attempt at explaining herself.
βAβ¦Nixie? I cannot much say Iβve ever heard of it,β the cat boy began cautiously, unsure of how to go about phrasing his next words, βBut if it would somehow be related to dear Trine, I can only assume it must be something of some importance, ne? Would you happen to be at liberty to discuss why it is exactly you require my help, or am I to play the clueless benefactor and nothing else?β Considering he hadnβt much been talking, let alone in prose as he currently was, for the past month or so, it seemed not too farfetched to say the Villiβs current ailment was actually doing wonders for his psycheβ¦
Or, at least in the way of socializing. His vision and consciousness was absolutely skewered, as his current envisioning of Trinette as a swirling turquoise sea beast and his small snippets of memory loss seemed to be implying.
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In a single, fluid motion, Victor seemed to turn one object into four; four strange, metal objects now lay on the table next to him. He smiled a self-content smile--one that could be easily mistaken for arrogance, before turning to his sister with a yawn. "Man, there's just nothing fun these days around here," he sighed melodramatically. Valerie watched him warily, aware that her brother was probably planning something. "Don't try anything, please," she said. Her voice was exceptionally quiet and soft, matching with her quiet, bookish appearance. "Vincent's been...strange, lately."
At that moment, the sound of the door opening startled Valerie, who turned her head to see Damia walk in. Before she could greet the Strigoi Viu, Victor leapt to his feet enthusiastically. "Just what I was waiting for!" he proclaimed, striding over to Damia with a charming expression plastered across his face. "Look, book-keeper sweetie, I'm getting kind of bored hanging around here. What say you and I go out a while, just the two of us?" Of course, Victor was well aware of what the response would be, and he wasn't even being serious about it, but it never hurt to try...
Meanwhile, Wu nodded, catching hold of herself, and calming her nerves slightly. Normally she was well in control of herself, but having finally found Desir, and finally being able to secure safety for Trinette, to whom Wu had become more or less attached, she had become a bit jittery; that was now done with--mostly, anyway. "The problem we face is that Trinette's kind was killed. The Volliern Family, at that time, was involved in it, and should someone learn of Trinette's existence...she will be placed in a most dreadful situation. Only you can aid us in this." She leaned against a tree and tapped against it, the darkened, murky steel of her armour quietly touching the bark of the tree trunk.
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Who honestly, had it not been for his constant flirtations and generalβ¦Victor-ness, she might have found herself actually liking. Sheβd always had a thing for silver hair and intelligenceβ¦though the fact that both of those traits had happened to be possessed by her kitten and thankfully missing Cain had made her a bit bitter of them as of late. Now she was more likely to lean towards darker hair and intelligenceβ¦
βAs much as I enjoy our time together, I was actually hoping to spend some time with my books today. In silence, preferably,β Damia drawled out quietly, not even sparing a glance to the male as she continued her way into the room. Perhaps rather vainly, she had hoped that stroking his ego even the faintest bit, while still making it clear she had no real intention to spend any time with him at all, would perhaps allow her to merely slither out of the situation. Though, knowing both herself and how persistent Victor could be at times when he meant to find entertainment, it seemed likely her hopes would quickly be dashed. Maybe addressing Valerie as well would helpβ¦
βAh, Buna seara scumpa mea, te uiti minunata aceasta noapteβ Damia remarked fondly, sparing a rare genuine smile to the cute girl not too far away from her, βIt has been a while since last we have chatted, has not it? Would you mind helping me with my work a bit? If it is not too much a bother, that is.β Sheβd never much understood why exactly it was that she favored Valerieβs company so highly over Victors, but Damia had always found it to be an ostensible truth. Where the prospect of spending time with Victor made her contemplate quite seriously stabbing someone, most usually whatever maid or the like dare ask her if the two were a couple. Just the mere thought of that word, in the context of it being applied to herself and Victor, was enough to make her eye twitch ever so slightlyβ¦though only for a moment luckily enough.
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"Of course not, I always love working with you," Valerie replied to Damia. "What is it that you've been studying?" Valerie, as she had said, truly enjoyed working with Damia and her research, but she sometimes felt that she was only bothering the much older, much more experienced Strigoi Viu. Unfortunately for both of them, Victor did not seem to mind doing that. With a flourish, he seated himself into the armchair he had been sitting in previously, watching Damia and Valerie silently--for the time being. Victor really did not know--and he often wondered about it--whether or not Damia genuinely disliked him. In fact, he had spent so much time messing with people's heads he wasn't entirely sure what he genuinely thought about Damia. Nevertheless, the smile pasted across his face refused to disappear, and he simply sat there as if waiting for an opportunity to irritate both Valerie and Damia.
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Amyy was extemely bored. She had been feeling sorry for herself but this had soon got boring too and the huge commotion just down the hallway had caught her attention. The sound of splintering glass and people talking. This was the perfect time to just slip out of her room and go exploring. Slowly Amyy sat up again ignoring the pain in her skull this time. and gingerly slipped both her legs off the edge of the bed. She tested her ankle gently before trying to stand up on it incase she colapsed she it seemed to hold out well. A few seconds of mental preperation and Amyy stood, still holding on the the bed for support. It really wasn't as bad as she had thought. She let go of the bed and limped towards the door. There was a lot of noise but it was slowly getting less. Amyy opened the door a crack and peeked out to make sure there was no one standing directly outside before sneaking, as best she could, out of her room and off down the hall in the opposit direction. She hadn't seen a lot of the castle and now some of it was damaged from the attack. After a few minutes of limping down the hall she came to a huge oak door with ornate carving surrounding the frame. Her fingers brushed the gold handle. There was something in here she had to see, her curiosity had got the better of her. Such a beatiful door wouldn't be used for a normal room. Amyy had to use both hands to push down the handle and her entire body weight to open the door. She pressed one shoulder against the wood and pushed with every bit of strength she had in her and the door opened slowly. Amyy had never seen so many books in her life. Rows of them filled shelves that reached all the way up to the ceiling. It was a libary. Amyy slipped in through the partly opened door and hopped over to the nearest shelf she could reach. One particular book caught her eye. It was bound in red leather and had strange symbols printed in gold down the spine. Amyy pulled the book from the shelf and was suprised to find it was really quite heavy. The entire book fell to the floor making a loud noise and sending a cloud of dust into the air. A picture of a girl who looked a little like Amyy was on the front and the word 'Humanity' was written underneath. Amy was sure that the princes hadn't known anything about humans, they had said that humans didn't exist in Millennia, so what was a book about humanity doing the the Eberus libary? Amyy sat down on the floor next to the book and opened the first page. The writing was not english and there were a lot of symbols instead of words but there were also pictures. Pictures of men and women who were not demons or vampires, who were human. Why was this book here? Amyy pondered the question as she turned the pages.
Lucifer
The scent of blood was getting stronger. Lucifer could feel the thrill of the hunt rising inside him but he also knew he had to be careful. He couldn't just waltz into the vampire kingdom and expect to get away with taking one of the humans from under the nose of the vampric prince. It just didn't happen. It was a well known fact the vampire price disliked demons because of his relationship with Cain and he would not forgive one for arriving unnanounced in his castle. This hunt would require planning and tact, things that Lucifer knew and could use with deadly precision. Halfway between Hades and Erebus was a swamp like area said to be haunted by the ghosts of the lost and the murdered. Because of this the people of Millennia hardly ever went near it, it would be the perfect base for him now. Metal trees stood at the entrance to the swamp, their silver branches cutting the mist with pointed tips. The place was beautiful to him. Dangerous and feared, just like he was. Lucifer would have to wait a while before he could kill but the planning made the hunt so much more exciting...
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βHumans, actually,β Damia began to answer warily, turning her attention, albeit unwillingly, back towards Valerie as she spoke, βThe archives say there should be a Nixie book on the subject, but it has apparently been misplaced, yet again, and I was somewhat hoping you might be able to help in finding itβ¦Iβm a bit, well, atrocious at finding things.β The current state of her room, buried under stacks upon stacks of books, tomes, and more than a few aged parchments could attest to that.
βWhile on the subject of books though, did anyone by chance hear aβ¦book slamming?β Damia continued, holding back the grimace that already threatened the edges of her lips. For some reason, most likely how often it was it tended to occur, she couldnβt help but feel whatever book must have fallen to have been on the more necessary side of things. If it turned out it was, and the book was visibly harmed in the slightest, the currently irritable book keep might be likely to go on a bit of a rampage. Or at least break a few windows. Sheβd pushed for the library to be sealed off to all without official authorization for a reason after all. Even if that reason was partially tied to just not wanting to deal with people as well.
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Looking at the prince she saw his cheeks flush, and then almost immediately (if not faster) he averted his eyes turning around completely. Eris, being as smart as she was, stood up at that moment and ran as fast as she could in the direction she had come. Her fairy like wings constantly brushed the things around her and thus in a affect knocked down some of the more fragile, and let us not forget expensive looking item. For all intents and purposes she was leaving a trail of destructon behind her.
In a much farther and different scene than Erebus Castle a sound that resounded like that of mad cackling echoed throughout an unrealisticly dark forest. The question in this case, as is in many cases is, of course, what the hell? Simply put a creature of a less prominent species than that even of an Ibong Adarna resided within this forest. It was only a temperary residence for once he finally had his fun he would leave in a heartbeat.
Now who exactly is he? His name is Ericar Nosuku and he happens to be the creature that creates and accompanies the death. An Ankou. AraSi's woste nightmare, or rather on some occasions he is; though on most he is simply a nuisance that knows who and what they are. Like he cares. He after all is much more interested in living flesh coming close to death, which was something he had sensed eminating from the direction of the vampire kingdom: Erebus.
How long ago was it that he was exiled? Oh, he couldn't remember. How many times had he visited said kingdom since being kicked out? Too many to count.
((NOT DONE!))
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Valerie's ghostly pale hand rose to gently brush at her jaw, a habit of hers when her interest was piqued. "Humans?" she asked in her soft, serene voice. "I heard a sort of rumour that there were humans, or creatures believed to be humans, here in Erebus, but I have not seen or heard of them..." Realising (or rather, under the impression) that she was taking up Damia's time with such useless talk, Valerie quickly added, "But here, I think this may actually be the book you referred to..." She held out the book, which was written in a very old Nixie script; in truth, Valerie had been having some trouble trying to decipher the old language. "Hmm...? I thought I may have heard something, but I assumed Vincent had..." Well, gotten angry. Usually Vincent kept his anger in check, but lately his irritation and dissatisfaction had manifested itself in somewhat more violent fashions.
Meanwhile, Vincent turned back only to see the Ibong Adarna fly down the hall, knocking over as she did many intricate and interesting objects--most of whom did not belong to Vincent. "W--hey!" he snarled, but the strange creature was long gone, leaving Vincent to look down at the fallen objects, some of which had shattered. "Oh, for the love of all that is bloody...can't have a single damn day of peace..." grumbling to himself in his irritation, Vincent turned from the objects. A vampiric servant made his way to Vincent and said, "Sir, shall I clean up this mess?"
"Not now, for now I want you to clean up this mess," Vincent replied, as if he had not properly heard the man, before turning around and stomping off, leaving the servant staring at his back before he proceeded to do as ordered.
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"Stupid vampire, building a stupid castle like this. Maybe he likes mazes but most people don't. Idiot." As mentioned before she wasn't really bothered by any of this, however she had come to seriously dislike the vampire prince, Vincent and she wanted a reason to insult him. His castle made it easy to insult him. It was poorly ornamented, poorly lit, had absolutely no color scheme, and it almost seemed empty. In general it was an all around boring castle.
However, very quickly she heard the pitter pattering of little bare feet accompanied by the sound of shattering delicates and it was getting closer. Turning around she vaguely and quickly saw the image of what seemed to be a giant fairy before getting tackled to the ground by said fairy. Angel and Eres both hit the ground hard enough to bruise what ever made contact with the other and the floor. Honestly Angel was worse off and to make matters worse the Eres had landed on her should and she could just feel the blood gushing out. It didn't hurt but it felt somewhat awkward.
Poor little Eres had begun to bawl. She had knocked some poor unsuspecting girl to the ground and she was bleeding; she knew so due to the fact that she wasn't in pain but was covered in blood. "I'm sorry, so sorry. I really am sorry! ... sowwy....so sor....I...rea...." After a while the words became nothing but heart shattering sobs. Angel quickly realized that the fairy looked like a little human girl with fairy wings and that she was completely nude. The poor child! "I- I'm fine but where are your clothes." to the child that had seemed like a strange and random question, but to the teen this was a necessity.
"What do I nee...clothes for?" Eres finally respond with a broken sentence interrupted by another tearful convulsion. As could be expected the teen gasped in shock.
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