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Eli Kingsley

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a character in “Damaged Goods”, as played by XViolet7

Description

ImageEli Kinglsey

Nickname(s): E, Kingsley
Age: 2924
Dialog: #FF8C00
Race: Human / Shape-shifts into Centaur
Ability: Telekinesis, Illusion & Enhanced Strength


Appearance

Hair Color & Style: Dirty blonde, shoulder length

Eye Color: Blue/Grey

Height: 6’4
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Other Features
: Eli was once a Human and was granted indestructibility when he was a Hunter for the former King of Death. He died in the realm of Chaos where centaur's tend to roam, he was not shattered thus he was reincarnated into a centaur. He found his crown with his emerald gem which enabled him to shape-shift back into his former species.

Style: Eli likes the scruff out of bed look, he rarely puts effort into his appearance. He's usually seen wearing jeans and t-shirt. As a centaur he's typically wearing shoulder plated armor. He wears a wooden crown which once had a gem on it for when he was a Hunter, it still possesses protection against psychic abilities.


Character Traits


● Protective ● Wise ● Socialite ● Forceful ● Courageous ● Loyal ● Sarcastic ● Blunt ● Secretive ● Cocky ● Compassionate ● Disciplined ● Chaotic ●

So begins...

Eli Kingsley's Story

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Vitane Todd Character Portrait: Forrest Carson Character Portrait: Jason Carson Character Portrait: Lola Hart Character Portrait: Riley Kingsley Character Portrait: Eli Kingsley
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Dialog: #6600CC
Location: Balcony
It started with euphoria, a sense of complete bliss. The way he touched and kissed her, the world stood still despite the hours passing. By the time it was around four in the morning, she had finally fallen asleep in his arms.

A knock on his bedroom door had her peek from under the covers to what appeared to be midday shining from the window. She rubbed her eyes and rolled over in the bed, longing for more sleep. Her slumber had been unusually dreamless and she dreaded the night forthcoming. Forrest had gotten up to answer the door, a woman on the other side requested for Lola, stating that the party was starting soon and her presence was needed in her bedroom so she could get ready. Lola let out a small groan when he closed the door. She sat up in the bed and brushed her fingers through her long messy hair. Despite the hours of sleep, she looked as though she hadn’t had any in days. Her cheeks were flushed and she appeared ill. She felt sick to her stomach too and rubbed her lower abdomen. She gave Forrest an uneasy look as she got up from his bed and slipped into her dress. “Um” she mumbled, feeling dizzy and pressing a couple fingers to her temple. She swallowed and gave her head a shake “I’ll see you in a bit” she muttered. She walked up next to him and pecked him on the cheek and left without another word.

As she walked, she was overwhelmed with an emptiness, feeling hollow and lost. The hallway walls pulsed at her sides and when she got to her room everything started to spin. She stood with her back to the closed door, her sight grew blurry. She brushed a hand on her face and stumbled over to the ensuite bathroom. She collapsed in front of the toilet, she grasped her stomach and winced. She couldn’t contain herself and she began to throw up. Minutes passed of continuous sickness. She heaved when nothing else would come up and laid on the ground with her eyes squeezed shut. She felt numb, tears poured down her cheeks. She breathed deeply, she couldn’t bare the thought of the night ahead. She was too weak, there was no way she could win, not like this. An image of Forrest crept in her dizzied mind, it haunted her. The way he’d react, how she would undoubtedly lose him, was it truly worth it anymore? She breathed again, steadily, and slowly sat up, leaning against her palm as she brushed some hair from her face. “Get up, Lola. Get up.” she commanded herself. After a couple of minutes she managed to push herself off the ground and stepped into the shower.

When she was cleaned, she walked out into her bedroom in a robe. A trio of women caught her off guard, they had been patiently waiting, and smiled at her. ”All nice and clean, dear. Come on, let’s get you ready” one chimed.

Her surroundings seemed to move at a slow pace. The women had sat her down in a chair in front of a three panelled mirror they had set up in her room. She stared at herself with empty eyes, hours passing, as they chatted away excitedly, doing her hair and doing her make-up. The minutes ticked by in her head, as if every second closer brought a new feeling of shallowness. Thump. Thump. Thump. A pitch ring sounded in her ears. She barely interacted, lost in thoughts of darkness and damnation.

When she was all dolled up, one of the girls handed her the dress. She stripped down and slipped into it. A set of hand was quick behind her to zip it up. She was than garnished with numerous pieces of expensive jewelry and when they were done, the women sighed in satisfaction at their masterpiece. The make-up artist informed Lola that a guard would soon arrive to escort her before she and the others scurried off.
Lola stood now in front of the mirror and stared blankly at her reflection. She was surprised at how the gown fit her like a glove. Her formerly circled dark eyes and look of illness and exhaustion were now hidden under a layer of make-up. She smiled weakly at herself, she looked exquisite but the pain was too burdening. A memory than surfaced, she stood in front of a mirror like this one, though she was different, the resemblance somewhat parallelled. It was an image of her in gown, it was for a ball she had attended centuries ago when she had been crowned a Hunter. How she missed the parties, the dancing, her dear friends and most of all the realm. She missed who she used to be and how simple it was, she sighed, she couldn’t wait to go home. She brushed her dress and twirled to face the door when a guard poked his head in. He gestured to the hall and Lola bowed her head to follow.

She counted her steps, she could see an hourglass with its beads of sand trickling down in her mind.
He lead her to a balcony near the ballroom and instructed for her to wait for Forrest so they could enter the party together. The balcony overlooked the front lawn of the castle. “He’ll be with you in a moment” the guard stated before he left. Lola walked up to the railing and gazed upon the night sky. Below, hundreds of beautifully dressed creatures were slowly filtering into the palace.

She felt weak in the knees and gripped the railing to steady herself. She wanted to throw up again and took deep breaths to calm down.
Suddenly, two clouds of navy formed on either side of her and in their place stood Riley and Tien dressed in formal suits. “You look stunning and Happy Birthday!” Riley exclaimed. She peered at him and smiled weakly, she felt tense.
“Why are you still in this realm, Tien? Your services have been dismissed”
“You know me Lola, I’m an honorable man and will never go against my word” he replied.
He knew, didn’t he?” she asked, peeking up at him through pained eyes He knew I’d be reincarnated into a human, that’s why he never wanted me to come here. We argued for days, I was so stubborn, so heartbroken over her death. When I saw his face, I longed to make him feel all the pain he caused to the thousands of souls that he took...and to her. He was on our list anyways but the bloodlust was pure greed and not justice, he knew this. When I cut his neck, nearly chopping off his head, I felt a moment of grace. I could see her eyes within his, I was fine leaving it at that. Death was too generous, that’s all the Kitsune had ever wanted. After all the torture and pain inflicted, to me, the debt was paid. So why was I sent back to kill him, he knew I didn’t care to anymore. No matter, that vengeance is from a different life. For I may have the same spirit but no longer the same mind. I have grown weak and as much as part of me still longs for his soul to be vanquished, you know as well as I do that I cannot do this.”
Riley placed his hand on top of hers “I have spent my life protecting you Lola, though most times you didn’t need it. Tien and I may obey the crown but you are my oldest friend from this life, and his from another. We are with you to the end, do not let some Demon cloud your purpose. His debt was never paid, he continues to kill. You know this, we can easily take him out but your life is now on the line...Here...”
He placed a vial in her hand and removed his. She brought the bottle to her face and analyzed the clear liquid “It will make you indestructible, like when you were a Hunter. The only side effect is you’ll go berserk once it kicks in, in about a forty-five minutes to an hour. I don’t think it’s a negative effect in this case, use it to your advantage.”
She grimaced but drank the potion without hesitation. She gave Riley the vial and took a deep breath.
Tien placed his hand on her shoulder and waved his other over the ring she wore on her right ring finger “The gem is enchanted, you know how this works. It’s good for one soul, do not fill it with any others, only his will save you from damnation. We and the others will fight with you, Lola, have faith in your strength.”
They were then surrounded by smoke and evaporated in that moment. Lola bowed her head in pained defeat. She gripped the railing of the balcony tighter, leaning into it and debating letting herself fall over. She took a breath and she swallowed some saliva. A sudden boom and flash of color painted the sky and Lola’s eyes shot up to gaze upon breathtaking fireworks.




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Dialog: #000066
Location: Entrance Hall
Jason was surprised at the mention of her time manipulation. He made a mental note to fire the idiot who drafted their files, having conveniently excluding such a significant detail. His eyes narrowed when she mentioned an altercation between him and Lola. He scratched the back of his head as he pondered on empty thoughts. He stared at her face with a look of blank confusion, he felt foolish. The effects of oblitus seemed to pulse as if trying to fight off any images that he so forcefully attempted to extract. He grabbed his whiskey and finished off his drink. He stared at the empty crystal and met her gaze when she asked if Lola had hurt him. He scoffed at the idea, he was easily twice her size and the redhead was just a human after all. He placed the glass down on the pool table and rubbed a scar on the right side of neck. It was linear, about halfway through and covered by one of his tattoo’s, he vaguely remembered how the mark got there but the thought of Lola seemed to trigger the sudden throbbing. Finally, he shrugged “Don’t worry about me, I’m sure whatever you saw was a result of my own stupidity anyways.” At the request of getting some rest, he quickly agreed and they headed off to his room.

He enjoyed his night with Vitane, pushing aside the anxiety until she had dozed off. With his arm wrapped around her, he stared at the ceiling for hours. His mind was feverish, filtering through conversations and images that didn’t make sense.

When the sun started to rise, he slipped his arm off from under Vitane and sat on the edge of his bed. He had a hankering to burn, it had been almost a week since he had set anything on fire. He jumped from his bed and slipped into a pair of jeans, a simple black t-shirt and grabbed his leather jacket and cellphone. He teleported himself to the edge of a cul-de-sac with five homes in a semi circle. He began to wander down the asphalt road with his hands in his pockets, glancing at the white houses on his sides. Everything looked so peaceful in the morning rise.

He pulled out his hand and conjured a ball of flame. He stared at it for a long moment, feeling himself hesitating for some reason. He gave his hazy head a nod and then launched the ball at the home in the center. He then conjured another and whipped it again, tossing them like snowballs through the windows. After about half a dozen, the flames began to expand and engulfed the home. He shoved his hands back in his leather jacket and watched as the house exploded in flames and kissed the neighbouring houses. Than the screams sounded as the smoke trickled up into the sky. Sudden goosebumps rose on the back of his neck, it was a feeling of exhilaration but something was off.

The setting quickly became eerie, the sky greyed and the clouds turned black. Thunder sounded in the distance and then three figures appeared in front of him. The one to his left was his mother, she stood there pained with burns and charred from the fire. Her clothes were torn, her eyes were puffy and red. All the color washed from his face in horror at the sight of her. To his right was Vitane, the left side of her body was burned, and her remaining articles of clothing sparked with small flames. She had numerous gashes on her body as though she had been cut, spewing out blood. Her eyes were circled black, she looked impossibly thinner and hollow. He wanted to reach out to her, but his arms were pinned and he couldn’t move. Than, in the center stood Lola. She grinned at him beneath a dark violet hood. Her face pale and haunting, her eyes glistening. She lifted her hands to her sides and he unwillingly mimicked her. Two balls of flame conjured in his palms and with unspeakable force he was made to launch them at Vitane and Ariel's chests. They blasted up and were engulfed in the flames.

Jason bolted upright in his bed, out of breath with sweat beads trickling done his forehead. He glanced over at a peaceful Vitane and was filled with relief. “Fucksakes” he muttered, his body was in slight shock, it was just a dream. He placed his hand gently on Vitane’s shoulder and sighed. He then pulled the blanket over her bare shoulder and kissed her cheek. He shook his head and swung his legs over the side of his bed. He stared at the ground for a long moment trying to brush away the terror. Finally he got up, grabbed a pair of silk boxers and sweatpants and headed to the lounge.

He plopped down on one of his couches and leaned forward with his head hung. He stared at the coffee table in front of him, his heart was racing, the nightmare was still so vivid in his mind.

A couple hours passed, he had wandered around his lounge, smoking, drinking and attempting to comprehend his scattered thoughts. At around eleven in the morning, Eli and Zack had joined him which helped ease his mind and forget about the nightmare. They were both dressed up in suits, looking classy and ready to party despite the fact that it didn’t start for another eight hours. Nonetheless they played a game of poker and got hammered, as per tradition as Zack would say. When six thirty rolled around a very exasperated Theresa, Jason’s maid, burst into the lounge with Jason’s suit in hand. There you are! she exclaimed. She walked up to him and handed the suit, she grimaced, smelling the whiskey off his breath. I know it’s not my place master, but you are to give a speech very soon. You should sober a little.
Jason crooked his brow “When have I ever been sober for a speech, T?”
She leaned over the counter and grabbed a glass and filled it with water, she shoved it in his hand. He downed the drink and pulled off his pants, Zack and Eli started to whistle drunkenly from behind. Jason slipped into his suit and was given another glass of water “Why so eager to sober me up” he asked as she adjusted his shirt and jacket.
I’m here to help you make good impressions Jason, you have a lovely girl waiting for you and God knows that if she can get you out of your slump than I will do everything in my power to see it through. she grimaced and a touch of fear twinkled in her eyes Sorry, I didn’t mean to speak to you that way.
Jason chuckled “Tired of cleaning up after me?” She gave him a look and sat him down on one of the barstools. She brushed his hair to style it to the side. There, you are all ready, please drink in moderation she said and scurried off.

Jason glanced at the time on his watch and back at his mates “Let’s party boys” he stated. He jumped over the counter and took out three shot glasses and filled them with tequila. They all cheered and downed the alcohol, wincing as it burned their throats. They then made their way through the castle. Jason stopped by the grandmaster staircase in the main hall “I’ll meet you guys in the ballroom.” he said and stopped at the bottom step. He leaned against the post to steady himself. His sight was a little foggy and the tequila was starting to kick in. With his hands in his pockets he stared at his feet and waited for Vitane’s arrival, feeling a tinge of nervousness in his drunken state.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Vitane Todd Character Portrait: Forrest Carson Character Portrait: Jason Carson Character Portrait: Lola Hart Character Portrait: Tien Character Portrait: Keaira Character Portrait: Eli Kingsley Character Portrait: Adrian
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Dialog: #6600CC
Location: Ballroom

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Location: Ballroom
Through his hazy drunken eyes, he admired Vitane as she gracefully made her way down the stairs. He felt as though his heart was erupting as he gazed upon her beauty. “How did you get so lucky? Shit, I think you have it all wrong. You look fucking exquisite.” he rested his hand on her hip and grinned from ear to ear. ”It’s not necessarily ballroom material, but I love it. I hope you like it.”
“You’re perfect and yes, I love it.” He pulled her into him and kissed her on the lips. The corners of his mouth twitched up again, he was in absolute awe over her. “You have no idea” he breathed, resting his temple against hers and gripping the side of her dress “How much I just want to rip that gown off of you right now. I can’t believe I’m saying this but unfortunately, I have a party to host.” He kissed her forehead and intertwined his fingers with hers. He began leading her towards the ballroom, but she pulled him to a stop “Jason...there’s -uh...something I need to talk to you about.” He observed the concern on her face and then shifted his eyes to the crown on her head. He dropped her hand and took a step back from her as a wave of clarity washed over him.

He could see it all so vividly and felt his body go into slight shock as the memories filtered through.

He gazed upon the chaotic flames of a town turning into rubble, he smiled at the disaster feeling humored and full of pride. His solitude was short lived when a cloud of dark purple smoke formed next to him and in its place emerged an elf. The beautiful redhead had ivory skin imprinted with dozens of clear tribal like tattoos. She had pointed ears and her eyes were hauntingly stunning, a translucent violet with the reflection of an old soul and malevolence. She wore a thick black and purple cloak with its hood down, black pants, a strapless black top and a crown ingrained in her temple.
“Avery?” He was perplexed, for she was not the same girl he had killed but their facial features resembled.
“No, the name is Lola. Piece of advice dear, the next time you set out to kill a Hunter, make sure you have the right sister.” Suddenly, she stabbed him in his lower abdomen with a poisoned dagger. The pain was excruciating, he grasped onto the blade in shock and stumbled unconsciously to the ground.
Lola giggled, she leaned forward and grabbed him by his hair. Through a mist they’re were transported into a dungeon. She casually walked, dragging him behind her and she whistled happily. “Look Tien!” she chimed as he was making his way passed her. “I’ve got a new toy.”
Tien glanced at Jason’s lifeless body and chuckled “So this is the Kitsune that killed Avery, nice catch.”
Lola winked at him and continued to drag Jason until they reached an empty cell. She pulled him up by his shirt onto a tall metal throne. She began strapping him down with metal rods that were in a pile next to her. She wrapped one around each ankle, she twisted and bent the mineral as though it were a rubber band. She than sat on his lap and wrapped the bands around his bicep, his forearms and his wrists. Finally she grabbed the last rod and she encased it around his neck. Lola brushed dust off his shirt casually and he slowly opened his eyes. It only took a moment upon seeing her face for him to burst into a frenzied panic. He bellowed at her, his fangs grew and his eyes turned white as he attempted to free himself with all his might. Lola stood up and snickered “Relax dear, your struggle is pointless.
He ignored her and continued to wrestle but gave up after a few minutes. It was useless, he was confined by magic and the more he attempted to break free, the straps became tighter.
He took a breath and glared her.
She smiled at him and spoke softly I've heard lots about you, it's evident that you have a death wish, how naïve. You don’t know what it means to be dead.”
He had been locked away for five years, through it all he endured copious amounts of torture. Every day she would alternate between different forms from lashing, to electrocution, drowning, suffocating, cutting, high pitch noises, starvation and poisons. At first he could tolerate it but as the days went on his body weakened and the desire to recover began to vanish. Sometimes she would release the straps, depending on the form of torture. Some days after a good hunt she’d be kind and sometimes she didn’t show up at all. He recalls the peaceful smiles or look of boredom on her porcelain face. After a while he learned that her goal was not to kill him but to make him feel the pain of the four hundred thirty-eight thousand and fifty-three souls that he had taken.
She was an interesting being, she had a hankering for chaos and yet she deemed that she was a creature of unbiased justice. It became abundant that these beasts were driven by something else. Their realm embellished you in sweet torture, you felt little although sorrow was a constant. They were rather peaceful beings who loved to spar. He had even seen Death in person once, it was odd. From what the redhead would describe, she was the only one who could see his true face, the flesh around the skeleton. She even called him by name as though they were old friends from a different life. He seemed to admire her though it was clear that she did not reciprocate. Then gossip spread through the dungeon that she had an ability of Charming Allure. That Death was only taken by her due to this ability. Yet, an argument was made that Lola could not possibly enchant a God, of all beings.
He remembered a time where he could barely contain it and her voice rang in his ear’s “Oh look Tien, he’s finally transforming! How I love when they struggle” she awed over his shapeshift.
Their last encounter before her demise, she had sliced his neck with a dagger to nearly decapitate him. It was in honor of her sister; the wound had taken weeks to heal.

He zoned back into the moment, his face had gone pale. He shook his head “Fucksakes. I took oblitus to forget all of it. I never thought someone could actually make me hate getting tortured, she knew what she was doing all too well I’ll tell you that. Anytime I would avoid healing or I simply couldn’t, she would inject me with some fucked up serum forcing me to do so. God knows I tried with all my might to escape but once they have you, especially in their realm, there’s no winning. I killed her sister because of a bet...it’s one of the reasons why Forrest and I are so well off. To be honest, I thought it was her. They were basically twins the resemblance was remarkable but Avery was no Hunter. Learned that the hard way. Killing Lola was probably one of the most gratifying things I’ve ever done. Honestly, I’d redo it all just for the sake of ripping that fucking crown from her skull all over again. How do you even have it?”

“I can’t wait to see the look on her face, do be careful, she may lose her shit. I’ll have to tell Forrest all this, after the party though. This chaos is not worth ruining a good evening, besides, what's one more night?”

He took her hand and they made their way into the ballroom. They walked to the center and a spotlight beamed on them. The party guests scattered off to the sides forming a large circle around the couple. A maid ran up to Jason and handed him a microphone, he cleared his throat. “Good evening everyone” he said coolly and grinned, you could hear some of the women in the crowd sighing in awe. Jason crooked his brow and chuckled then proceeded “I’m looking forward to getting more trashed than I already am, fuck you Eli and Zack.” The duo drunkenly cheered from the side. He then pulled Vitane a little closer to him “In case some of you were wondering, this lovely piece of delicacy right here is my beauty queen Vitane. She’s here by choice, I know, it’s surprising” than there was a sad aww among the same females as before.

Tien, that’s Lola’s crown Keaira whispered and nodded towards Vitane On that skeleton
Tien peered over at Vitane Well fuck. It was never shattered, that’s why she was reincarnated. Change of plans, we need to get that crown. Good news is, Lola can be fully restored.
Keaira leaned into Tien what about the Kitsune?
Tien shrugged Lola has always had more bloodlust than most of us
Not in her final years Tien and not since she’s become human. The redhead has become a stranger to chaos.
Well, once that potion kicks in... I’m sure she wouldn’t disagree on passing up a good fight.
Even if unnecessary? I will admit, I can’t wait to see her go in a frenzy. It’ll be just like the old days. She’s always been a wild one.

Jason dropped Vitane’s hand and brushed it through his hair. He wrapped his arm around her shoulder and leaned into her “As you all know, I will find any excuse to party. But aside from my own desire to have a good time we are here for a specific reason. Today we celebrate my old man of a brother, his three hundredth and sixty-seventh birthday. I know, shocker, I fact checked. As you may recall, last year, I had no fucking clue how old he turned. As you can tell by the decor, we are also celebrating the birthday of the lovely Miss Lola Hart. I’m not fond of that crazy redhead but hey she makes my brother happy. Besides, this castle has seen more fucked up shit. So there’s that. Anyways, in honor of my brother, I’d like to say a toast. For without his astounding patience and generosity, I would probably be more of a fuck up than I am today. Now without further a due, I present, the birthday couple!”

When she heard Forrest clear his throat, she twirled to face him. She felt breathless, he looked so handsome and just like a dream. Her anxiety was forgotten, she felt at peace gazing into his eyes. “You look amazing” she said in small voice of wonderment. She could not break her gaze as he led her to the doors of the ballroom.
”Hey, what was wrong this morning? It’s been bothering me since you left. Are you alright?”
Lola grimaced, the feeling of blissful euphoria vanishing into actuality. “Oh, I’m okay dear, just a stomach-ache. Nerves probably.”

Jason led Vitane off to the side of the ballroom and watched as Forrest and Lola entered the hall. There was pit in his stomach the moment he saw her, now having recalled all that she had done. He listened intently as his brother spoke, trying to keep his face blank but feeling disgusted as he declared his love.

Lola’s body was shaking as she stepped through the magnificent doors of the ballroom. She averted her eyes from the crowd and counted her steps as she walked, suddenly a spotlight was on them. She felt uneasy and breathed slowly trying to relax, Forrest’s body heat was always comforting. She spaced out completely and then she felt Forrest shift at her side. She slowly turned her head towards him. Her eyes scanned up his body, then briefly locked onto a diamond ring before she met his gaze. She was speechless, surely he couldn’t be serious. Her face portrayed a look of bewilderment and awe. She felt a lump in her throat. He slid the ring onto her finger and she was struck with pained sorrow. Oh no....

Jason’s eyes widened in disbelief “Oh fuck” he muttered.

He seemed harmonious and looked at her as though she was the only one existence. He bowed asking for her hand in a dance, hesitantly she curtsied and took his offer. He twirled her into him and lifted her up so effortless. The world stood still with him and the fear somehow vanished. She felt at home, except that the feeling of constant sorrow was replaced with sweet ecstasy. It was like a trance, she was completely captivated by him. She wished for time to stop, she longed to stay still with him forever. They would lean in for a kiss every so often. For the first time in her human existence she felt like her old self. She sensed the joy of chaos, the constant bliss in her livelihood and a feeling of slight madness. He was simply intoxicating.

Jason gave Vitane a blank look and shrugged “Well, now there’s that” he stated. The guests were starting to dance and Jason thought it best for the sole purpose of appearances to join in. He bowed to Vitane and took her hand. They danced for a while and though they were graceful and swift, it was clear that Jason was not fond of the sport. His discomfort didn’t necessarily bother him, not as long as Vitane was in his arms. He wanted to block off the world and give his brother one night of peace. Forrest had not been this way since his youth. He was not ready to rob him of such a reality nor prepared to deal with the consequences. After a while, Jason led them to his group of friends. Among the eight were Eli and Tristan, goofing off and drinking. Jason kept his arm wrapped around Vitane’s waist. He pulled out a cigar and smoked it as they all chatted away on numerous topics such as bets, murder and magic.

They had danced for what felt like only a few minutes but realistically an hour had passed. She leaned up and kissed him on the lips, she held him there for several minutes, never wanting to part. Her heart felt as though it was being compressed. She held onto him tightly until she was out of breath. Then, her eyes shot open. Her pupils dilated and she leaned away from him. She took a step back but held onto his hands. She gently squeezed them as she stared upon him through pained eyes “None of this will matter in two minutes. Please know that through my hundreds of years of existence, I have never loved someone as much as I love you. She bit her lower lip It’s a shame really…I’ve always wanted a demon…”
She dropped one of his hands, she could feel the potion beginning to take control. As she broke away with her left hand, she slipped the engagement ring into his palm. She shrugged her shoulder and whispered “I love you Forrest and I am so sorry.”
She dropped her gaze and as she turned on her heel, she gripped the skirt of her dress and tore it off. She tossed the material behind her and slipped her hands into her black jean shorts. She strutted through the crowd and passed between Adrian and Tien. She turned on her heel, walking backwards, they were now draped in their cloaks as they headed for Forrest. She locked her eyes with his and held his gaze for a long moment. She had a mixed look of apology and increasing frenzy. She bowed her head and turned away from him, the crowd slowly arising in horrid panic.
It was an odd feeling, her skin was solidifying and she felt the powers of her immortality.

Jason became caught off guard when Eli wrapped his arm around Vitane and pulled her away from him. “What the fuck are you doing?” Jason spat. He shuddered suddenly, sensing a dark aura approaching but he had no time to turn. Lola gripped his arm, she launched him halfway across the room. He slammed to the ground and lifted his chin up to see her. She walked with crazed eyes of bloodlust. A group of guards sprinted to surround her but they were immediately blasted with a telekinetic force field. She did not drop her glare from Jason’s face, calmly approaching and repelling all who dared to attack.
Jason casually got to his feet and dusted himself off. He cracked his neck, once on both sides. He grinned sinisterly and pulled out a cigarette. He lit it with his finger and took a large drag. He conjured a ball of flame and whipped it at her, she paused the element mid-flight and hurled it back at him. He bent backwards and the ball nearly grazed him. It hit the wall and splattered in rippled flames. Jason recomposed himself and flicked his cigarette to the ground. Lola stood a few feet away from him with her fingers fidgeting at her sides. “Lola, are you nervous?” Jason mused and snickered “I love seeing you so vulnerable.”
Lola grimaced and bolted towards him, she jumped up and pinned him to the ground. Jason reached forward and grabbed her by the neck. He pulled her down into his chest and flipped himself on top of her. His arms were then restrained to his sides and he was blasted with telekinetic energy. He slammed against a wall and fell onto his torso. He pushed himself up onto his feet, Lola did the same. She waved her hands and lifted hundreds of knives. She launched them towards him as she walked. Jason shoved his hands into his trouser pockets and blew a blast of fire from his mouth. It disintegrated oncoming blades in his vicinity, he didn’t even flinch at the other’s passing by. “Come on Kitsune, don’t make me beg.”

Around them, the room had exploded into chaos. Numerous Hunter’s had emerged in dark hoods. She could see her associates in the corner of her eyes killing off all those who stood in their way.

Jason let out a small growl, his eyes pulsed white. He lunged himself at her, she dodged his attack and grabbed him by the collar. She threw him to the ground,he swept her leg and she fell down next to him. Jason kicked himself up on top of her he leaned into her to bite her neck. His fangs dug into her trapezius, she let out a loud cry. She grabbed him in a headlock. His teeth digging deeper, she winced through the brutality. She mustered up the strength and she managed, through the assistance of her telekinesis, to the pull herself on top of him. She ripped herself away from him, her body dripped with blood from where he had bitten. He grabbed her arm and pulled her off. He got to his feet and she bounced up as well.

Then, two Hunters emerged on either side of Lola. Jason crooked his brow and they blasted him back, slamming him against a wall. They used their telekinetic force to hold him in place, he struggled and their restraint started to make his skin pulse. He bellowed at them and allowed his body to transform. His arms and legs expanded growing three times in size, his veins bulged and he ripped through his suit. His body became covered with grey fur, his ears pointed and he grew a long furry tail. He struggled and growled; once he was fully transformed he was able to break free. He lunged at the Hunter closest to him, with his fangs he ripped him from the neck and decapitated him. Then, four more hunters emerged and Jason was quickly pinned to the ground. With the restraint of five, he couldn't budge in the slightest.
Lola walked up next to him and the Hunters closed in around them. She knelt down at his side. She clasped his jaw shut with her ability. She placed one hand beneath his jaw and pet the bridge of his nose with the other. “I had nearly forgotten how beautiful you are.” She brushed her hand along his chest and stopped over his heart, she could feel it beating feverishly. Without hesitation she began to extract his soul, the amethyst ring radiated on her finger. He broke from the restraint and grasped onto her forearm in agony. She stared at him in awe and a black glow began to form around her hand.

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Character Portrait: Vitane Todd Character Portrait: Forrest Carson Character Portrait: Jason Carson Character Portrait: Lola Hart Character Portrait: Tien Character Portrait: Eli Kingsley Character Portrait: Adrian
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Vitane mirrored the attitude of a bashful schoolgirl when Jason complimented her. She giggled lightly and her cheeks started to gain more pink, natural blush compared greatly against the powder on her face. She was so ecstatic that he enjoyed her dress, too. His face touched hers and for a second, her breath caught in her throat. He still wooed her on occasion, and when he mentioned tearing her dress off, a part of her wanted to agree and rush to the closest bedroom. She peered up to him with mischief in her eyes, but they both knew the birthday couple deserved some attention. As much as the two of them would rather be wrestling naked, they could agree that at least Forrest deserved a decent party.

They started for the ballroom, but Vitane’s knowledge itched the inside of her brain. She had to tell Jason immediately. She pulled at his arm and he stopped, then his eyes zeroed in on the crown. He recognized it! This was crucial! Then he seemed very far away and Vitane figured that he was recalling his past. His face turned white and Vitane noted that whatever he had recognized had clearly been something unpleasant. Her heart ached for Jason. Whatever that bitch had put him through, they would get revenge on her. She listened intently to his remembrance and then he asked about the crown. Her fingers instinctively touched it; she’d almost forgotten she was wearing it.

”My...mom gave it to me when I was little.” She said in a quiet voice.
”She told me that it was special and it would protect me, but....” She pulled off the crown to examine its intricacy. ”I never imagined it would be this special.” She stared into the purple gem that she had been mesmerized over since she was four. If only she had known then just how macabre this crown’s backstory actually was.
”Come on,” She encouraged. ”Let’s go show that bitch she messed with the wrong family.”

Jason led her into the ballroom and presented his speech and he gave Vitane her own shoutout she, in turn, glowered towards the direction of unimpressed females. She would have promoted her irritability physically towards said women if it hadn’t been for Jason’s skillful distraction of sweeping her away from the center of the ballroom. She glanced at Jason with squinted eyes filled with obvious displeasure but decided not to act a fool and go crazy (Don’t worry Vitane, we’ve got that covered) over other women of his past. She was a part of his future, she hoped. The others didn’t matter.

Bile rose in the back of the human’s throat when Forrest kneeled down for Lola. Stop it, you idiot! Her mind screamed. But he looked so happy that her eyes softened. That poor, sweet brute. She thought and sighed. What’s done was done and it wouldn’t have mattered if Jason had begged him not to, Forrest probably would have yelled at him then smiled happily back at Lola like it was business as usual. Vitane crossed her arms in front of her chest and her face resembled that of a toddler’s that didn’t get their way. The dance started and as much as Vitane wanted to continue to huff to herself, their skill made the girl’s arms drop back to her sides. They looked like they had been old dance partners and whenever one would blindly make a move, the other would follow suit with the perfect movement or catch or grab. It totally encased her and she might have stayed rooted to her spot if Jason hadn’t brought her onto the dance floor as well. Vitane grew nervous, for her dance moves were not nearly as beautiful and graceful as Lola’s and in the past she’d only really danced when she had stripped. She gulped down her fear and attempted to move with Jason without any booty shaking. The two weren’t a bad combo, but you could tell that they matched each other in their desire to get off of the dance floor. Vitane was grateful to be taken aside to converse with Jason and his interesting friends.

Forrest had lost track of time in their swirl of different types of dance. Lola had kept pace with every kind; The Swing, Cha-cha, Foxtrot, Mambo and even the Lindy Hop. By the time the two had stopped to take a break, he was out of breath and sweating abundantly. Lola came and kissed him and Forrest held her there for as long as she would allow, his hand gently holding the side of her face. She stopped and he grinned at her, but his face fell when he saw her eyes changing.
”Lola?” He asked, clearly concerned. His brows lowered all the way. What the hell did she mean hundreds of years? She was a human...But those numbers obviously didn’t add up. If she wasn’t human, how had he not sensed it? Hundreds of other questions flooded his mind, but he wouldn’t get an answer to any of them tonight.

His heart skipped, however, when she said that she loved him. He couldn’t help but feel weak in the knees, despite his raging confusion and distress. She, too, was like nothing else. Yes, he had loved before, and hard...But Lola was an astounding creature. One he was not near ready giving up. But soon, he would learn, that he would be forced to.

His world seemed to be ripped open when she let go of his right hand. He felt a small, cool piece of metal and his jaw quivered despite being hinged together. His closed hand gripped tighter and if he’d been a human, the jagged edges of the diamonds would have caused him to bleed. He begrudgingly opened his hand to reveal the ring and it took everything in him to not outburst in pain. He sadly looked up at her, but now she was walking away. He stared after her in bewilderment and resentment. What could she possibly be doing that was worse than handing him this piece of jewelry? But her retreating figure and the oncoming of enemies made his eyes stare after her with burning disenchantment.

Now several strangers in cloaks rushed towards him. One orc that was in a green cloak became airborne as he leaped for Forrest’s throat and he consecutively dropped to support himself on his hands as a swift kick connected with the Hunter and sent him flying. Another unknown cloaked figure tackled his vulnerable state and held him there for a moment and the two wrestled to be on top. Forrest flung the second with all of his might and they actually became impaled on a flagstaff which held the red, white, and blue flag for France. The next couple of Hunter’s had been prepared for him and hugged him between their equally outstretched arms. Their hands held and imprisoned him and they both began chanting. Forrest’s eyes crazed and he hit the new boundary surrounding him with both balled fists. He angrily looked between Tien and Adrian and growled at them.
”Let me out of here or so help me-”
”Don’t bet on it. Also, settle down, would you?” Adrian said, activating his compulsion on the last sentence.
Forrest’s pupils magnified from the compulsion and his demeanor eased considerably.

Vitane glanced behind her when she heard a bit of commotion and as she turned to alert Jason, she was grabbed.
”Don’t fucking touch me!” She hissed and her eyes were daggers when she looked up at Eli. The human-bodied Centaur nodded in front of Vitane and the girl’s neck snapped back down to see Lola flinging Jason to the ground. She squirmed against Eli’s hold and he released, but Vitane just stood in place in horror. She watched part of the fight glued to where she stood, but finally she was graced with the ability to think clearly, if just for a moment. She needed to help him. She became frantic and looked around the room for a weapon, but quickly realized it didn’t matter what she wielded, these beings surrounding her were stronger than she could even fathom. Her heart sank when she glimpsed back to Jason and Lola again. He was threatening her with fire, but Vitane craved for the odds to be on Jason’s side. But what could she do? Stop time? Big whoop. If she didn’t have a plan, it was futile.

Then her eyes zeroed in on Forrest who was being lulled into submission by two Hunters who were performing a spell. That was it! She didn’t need a material weapon, she needed him! She concentrated hard, but it didn’t take as much effort as it had in the past to force herself to stop time.Things were looking up! The room’s noise dissipated and when Vitane opened her eyes, everyone was cemented in action. She ran to Forrest and used all of the body weight she had to plunge full-force into Tien and knocked the Dark Elf off of his feet. Time restarted and Tien fell all the way down with gravity reactivated. Forrest immediately noticed the lack of boundary encasing and charged Adrian, knocking the Vampire over.

Forrest briskly stood and slowly breathed in, his hands raised up to be in front of his face. His fingers curled agonizingly and his hands shook, but he mustered the strength he needed and majority of the guests dropped like flies in an instant. The noise level reduced to the few hunters, Vitane, and the two still encased in battle. Forrest briskly walked to them, his nose scrunched in fury. He wanted to sling Lola off of Jason but he couldn’t bear to even lift a finger at her out of anger. It went against all of his morals. He loved her, after all. And he knew Jason, despite a few ticks of annoyance towards Forrest, would be fine.

Forrest had arrived just in time. Jason was making a strange guttural sound and looked closer to death than he ever had before. Forrest clasped his arms around Lola and heaved her off from the ground. He was shaking with ferocity, but was still able to hold most of the other Hunter’s with his shadow manipulation.

Vitane came into view in front of them. She was still intact as far as appearance went, but her mind was crazed with panic. She had rushed to Jason’s aide and was now knelt next to him, urging him to ask her for anything he could possibly need. Then her eyes locked with Lola and all hell broke loose.

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Character Portrait: Forrest Carson Character Portrait: Jason Carson Character Portrait: Lola Hart Character Portrait: Riley Kingsley Character Portrait: God of Death / Arkin Winters Character Portrait: Tien Character Portrait: Eli Kingsley Character Portrait: Ariel Carson Character Portrait: Ian McKinley
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With the fairy dust settling in her system again, Lola was animated in her motions, her eyes were wide and she continued to bounce in her seat. She and Arkin exchanged a look when Ian so rudely interrupted their conversation. Lola wiped her nose of the fairy dust and ignored his greeting, she didn’t care much for Ian. He was an asshole and she didn’t bother wasting her time conversing with such an egotistical mind.

Arkin on the other hand actually liked Ian, despite his arrogance he made him a Hunter for a reason. He sipped his Dwarven beer and listened to the vampire converse with Tien. It never ceased to amaze him how Tien could get along with everyone, especially someone like Ian.

“Hate him,” then Ian pointed to Lola, “Fuck her...I mean I could fuck her but, eh, I’ve got a woman waiting at home. Plus I don’t want the god’s throw away hoes.” Ian boomed with laughter and Tien laughed along with him. Lola gritted her teeth and glared at him, Arkin chuckled and gave his head a nod. An unseen force lifted Ian from the booth and launched him up. He slammed against the ceiling and plummetted onto their table. Ian propped himself up and he roared with laughter once more.
Lola leaned forward their faces a few inches apart “For the record I would never fuck you-”
“She once said the same thing to Ark” Tien interjected and snickered. Arkin who was drinking his beer nearly spat it out as he burst out laughing. He slammed his beer down on the table and coughed in his knuckles. He placed his hand on the side of Tien’s head and playfully shoved it as they continued to laugh. Lola sank back in her seat and groaned “I hate...all of you” she complained “And Tien, you will pay for that comment.”
He shrugged “Probably.”
She shifted her eyes between Ian and Tien, she giggled and finished off her beer. She gently placed the empty glass on the table and got to her feet “I loathe when you two are together. He brings out the little shit in you, Tien.” she stated with a laugh before she turned away and walked off into the party.

Arkin crooked his brow and watched Lola disappear through the crowd. He sipped his beer and got to his feet. “Always a pleasure, Ian” Arkin toasted with a chuckle and downed the remaining beverage.
He strided up to Lola who had run into Eli and Riley Kingsley. She gave them both a big hug and bounced in excitement “You came!” she cheered.
“Only stopping by, I can see you’re wired. Thank you, Arkin, for always getting her fucked up.” Eli flatly stated.
“Honestly after all these years do you expect anything less from me?” he chuckled.
Eli sighed and wrapped his arm around Lola’s shoulder and they walked over to a vacant table and sat down. He leaned forward and spoke as clearly as he could over the blaring music. “After your exit at the Carson’s-”
Lola winced and pressed into the table as a slash cut across her back, she did her best to remain steady so Eli wouldn’t ask questions. He seemed oblivious to her momentary discomfort “Ri and I went to find your human parent’s. As requested we gave them oblitus, leaving no trace of you in their lives.”
Lola frowned but then smiled gratuitously “Thank you, Eli. I really appreciate it.”
“I know. Now take care of yourself. I’ve basically raised you twice, I don’t need a third.”
Lola laughed Raise, that is a big statement, more like kept an eye on me between your hunts and reckless partying with Jason.”
Eli chuckled “Hey now, that was in the later years, I still had to raise Riley. Admittedly he was less of a handful than you.” Lola grinned and brushed some hair behind her ear. Eli got to his feet and Lola did the same. He wrapped his arms around her for a hug and kissed her gently on the forehead. “I’ll see you around, Ruby.”

Arkin watched with Riley as Lola and Eli set off to find a table. He glanced over at the wizard “Do you have it?” he asked.
Riley pulled out a small vial from his jean pockets and handed it to him. Arkin analyzed the blue liquid and grinned devilishly as he swirled the mixture. “Forrest Carson” he stated, the solvent illuminated for a moment. He beamed at Riley and shoved the vial in his pocket. They shook hands and Arkin headed for the bar to order a couple drinks.

Lola skipped over to Riley and they caught up briefly. She apologized to him for having been so moody and ignorant, he laughed it off stating that he blames her humanity and that it was inevitable. They hugged goodbye and she wasn’t alone for long, Arkin was at her side again with two beers in hand.
He handed one to her and they clung their glasses. At first they each took a sip, but eyed each other. As the seconds ticked on they began chugging competitively. Lola averted her gaze to her drink, struggling to keep up, Arkin was done within a moment. She finished the last drop and wiped her mouth “In my defense” she hiccuped “I’ve barely drank in twenty-five years.” She swayed drunkenly, Arkin placed his arm around her shoulder to steady her and chuckled “Excuses, excuses” he teased.
She beamed up at him, and fell against his torso. Something suddenly felt different. It was like a burden of sorrow had been lifted, though it wasn’t from the realms shade. In it’s place was this unexplainable void, it was a familiar feeling though through her drunken haze she couldn’t make sense of it. She glanced up at Arkin and analyzed his face, it was blank as stared back at her. Did she forget something? That seemed unusual, impossible actually. She grimaced and averted gaze out towards the party. It was so lively here, everyone around her was having such a wonderful time. Then it dawned on her, she had been homesick! Of course, that had to be it. She missed being at Arkin’s side, her Hunter’s quests and most of all these wild gatherings. No. She shook her head, that wasn’t it. Sure she was homesick but the feeling was as though her heart and mind were missing a piece, a slight ache as though she had forgotten a loved one. She grimaced, love, she had never known such a thing, solely comfort and the lies she’d tell herself everytime she got in bed with whomever. The closest she’d ever gotten was Arkin and sure he wasn’t the worse company. He was one of her best friend after all, her life long companion but never had this odd feeling presented itself. It was almost as though she had known true love. She brushed some hair behind her pointed ear and finally just shrugged, it was probably the drugs making her all delusional.

Arkin watched her carefully, the effects of oblitus were taking over he assumed. It was for the best, he was Demon, a wretched spawn from the flames of Infernum.The spawn of Syxx, the bastard who tore his family apart, possessed his beloved, killed his parents and stole his sister. He hated him and he hated his sons all the same. Abominations, that’s what they were. A stain on their bloodline that needed to be eliminated. A memory that she didn’t need burdening her wild mind. After all, this was his realm, his home and he was determined to protect every inch of it and every being who resided. He wasn’t about to let some Demon brothers be his downfall and he wasn’t about to let one of them take her. Since the moment she had been home she was wallowing, something he had rarely ever seen. She had always been so animated and cheerful,he didn’t deserve her tears, let alone her. He had no regret, and rightfully so. Her face became dazed as though she had never known pain. She smiled up at him finally, her eyes were clouded in a drunken haze. He had missed the wild nights with her.

“Would you like to dance?” Lola asked sweetly. Arkin grinned at her “Of course” he responded. She grabbed his hand off her shoulder and they walked to the center of the dancefloor. They were pressed against each other grinding to the rough beat of the music. Lola wrapped her arms around his neck, she was in blissful intoxication. The adrenaline of familiar lust rushing through her as they danced.

The tempo changed and a song from Earth started to play, Summertime by My Chemical Romance. They broke apart slightly and Arkin twirled her. She fell easily into him, they danced in very sensual manner, slow and to the beat of the music. You could see the comfort in their movements, centuries of experience. Lola was feeling herself blackout as she indulged in his every touch and every motion. She was completely wasted and whether or not she was dancing gracefully was questionable in her perception.
Though Arkin could see she was belligerent, she was nonetheless as rhythmic as if she were sober. Lola always had a way to keep her composure on the outside when it came to dancing, though she never personally believed it. It was habit really, repeating similar steps through the centuries made it easy while intoxicated.
“So you never told me, what was your favorite part about Terra?”
Lola pondered briefly and smiled up at him “Aging again, the shift as I got older. The adrenaline of mortality with Death lingering at your doorstep.”
He grinned and exhaled humoredly through his nostrils, he had missed her quirky responses. “And losing your ‘virginity?’
Lola giggled “Same old Ark. Well if I must stroke your ego, it wasn’t as good as my first time.”
Arkin crookedly grinned at her and cockily responded “You’ll never have it better than me, babe.”
Lola shrugged and beamed back at him “Unfair advantage, who can compete with a God?”

He grabbed her thigh, lifting it at his side and dipped her. He held her steadily and kissed gently on the lips. Suddenly, she found herself in his bed. It was always so easy with Arkin, she couldn’t deny the lustful passion between them, every time was an odd rush of adrenaline. He pressed his tequila coated lips against hers and she pulled him into her. He grinded and kissed down neck, she closed her eyes allowing herself to indulge in the ecstasy.

Lola was propped up on top of Arkin, sobriety was slowly kicking in as she gaze upon him. She frowned and lifted a hand to his cheek “You’re sad” she whispered.
Arkin exhaled through his nostrils and shrugged “Have you forgotten what this realm does to you, Chaos?”
Lola shook her head “No Ark, it’s not Tenebris. Look I don’t know if we’ll ever talk about it, maybe now is as good of a time as any...we parted on a really bad note...mind you, I don’t think that’s it either. ”
Arkin shifted and Lola rolled off of him as he sat up against the headboard. Lola readjusted herself, she sat on top of his legs with hers curled back on either side. He brushed some hair behind her pointed ear and averted his eyes, he was formulating a response in his mind. He had so much to say, so much he longed to tell her. The secrets were eating him from the inside, though he knew he couldn’t breathe a word. He was nervous, the Tenebris prophecy and Lola’s were coming to life. If he didn’t play his cards right, he would lose it all. Lola furrowed her brows at his sudden look of distress “Arkin.” He shifted his gaze and locked it with hers “I haven't felt like myself lately I guess. Nothing to worry about, really. It’s just Tenebris wasn’t the same without you.”
Lola’s mouth curled up into a half-smile, she leaned forward and kissed him on the lips. He lifted a hand to the small of her back and held her there for a long moment. She pulled away and breathed, resting her forehead against his temple.
She then leaned away from him and shrugged her shoulder “It’s you and me, right?”
Arkin beamed at her “Always”

After a significant time had flown, Lola had fallen asleep in his bed. He was never one for sleep, in fact he hadn’t rested in nearly a millennium, he didn’t need it. In fact, simple meditation was the key to cure his fatigue. He walked over to his closet and slipped into his suit. The day ahead would be eventful no doubt. With his sister having carelessly invited those nuisances, he had work to do. He walked over to the bed and gently pulled the covers over Lola’s shoulder. She hummed in bliss as she curled beneath the blankets, she looked so at peace when she slept. He let himself be encompassed by black smoke and he appeared in his labyrinth.

Though she seemed peaceful, Lola was very stressed. She spent her dreams searching and searching out of frustration for something she’d forgotten. It was significant no doubt, how could she not remember it? The gap in her mind was causing a migraine and finally her eyes fluttered open. She squinted as she gazed out of Arkin’s bedroom window, the feeling of constant night was odd to readjust to. She was thankful for the lack of a hangover, being immortal had it’s perks.
When she sat up in the bed and leaned back against the headboard, something was seriously wrong. She brushed her hand along the covers and grimaced, where had she been just a couple nights ago? She had still been on earth, but with whom? Had she been in her home? That didn’t seem right. She exasperated and shook her head “It’s just slap Lo, clearly it’s making you delusional.” She muttered and got to her feet. She slipped into her dress from the previous night and sauntered over to her bedroom. She took a much needed hot shower, she indulged in the water. Her skin was feeling very dry lately, it was weird having to stay consistently hydrated again. After a good while she stepped out and wrapped a towel around herself. She dried her hair and tied it up into a neat ponytail. She got dressed and headed to the dining hall for breakfast. The room was magnificent, like most in the castle the ceiling was made of glass to allow the natural light of the large moon illuminate the area. The walls were mostly french windows of two stories high, draped in thick maroon curtains tucked neatly at the sides.The table was filled with the Hunter’s that had come for the party, all chatting away and indulging in their meals. Lola plopped down in her usual spot across from Tien and a plate of food was set in front of her. She took a bite and noticed that Tien was eyeing her curiously as he took a haul of slap. “What?” Lola questioned. She could feel him in his mind, maybe he sensed the void and was confused.
Tien shook his head “Nothing” he smiled genuinely, though she could sense the falsehood in his words. She didn’t bother pursuing it, like when they were kids. Tien was always selective on the information he shared and at the end of the day, it was always for the better.

He conjured a stick of slap and ignited it with his lighter. He propped himself with his shoulder against the wall and took a large drag as he patiently waited. He liked slap. He had been very addicted to it in his youth but when he lost a bet against Lola he leaned off for a few centuries. He saw no need to smoke it but things took a dark path when she had left the realm. He grimaced and analyzed the stick in his hand. It was a stupid addiction, a happy stick as Lola once referred to it. Though he couldn’t deny, it was euphoric. As if all was at ease in the world, just how he liked it. Suddenly, Forrest came into view. Arkin grinned and took another haul of his joint, oh how he loved watching the Demon bastard struggle.
“Hello Forrest, are you enjoying my realm?” Arkin blandly greeted. Forrest came to a halt, he seemed surprised and infuriated by Arkin. He started for him but Arkin simply chuckled and waved his hand, a collared chained appeared through a cloud of smoke and latched itself around Forrest’s neck. It pulled him back causing the beast to fall onto the ground. He grinned devilishly at his agony, but furrowed his brows at the realization that Forrest had healed from all his previous wounds. "I see you met my twin.” he stated and took a final drag of his blunt and tossed the butt to the ground. “Ariel is always looking after her babies, even when they're a fucking abomination to our bloodline.” He turned and leaned with his back against the wall, he kicked his feet up and sat casually in the air, his feet pressed against the wall in front of him. He conjured a smokey ball with his shadow manipulation and tossed it up and down in his hand. “I mean, considering everything your prick father did to my family, I never understood why she didn’t just annihilate you and Jason. Pathetic. Oh how she begged for me to take care of you, yeah, like that was ever going to happen. I’ll tell you though, it didn’t go without complications especially with my lovely redhead. She has a soft spot for Demon’s, odd how she’s always enjoyed the torment.” He dropped to his feet, the ball of smoke evaporated and he casually strolled over to Forrest with his hands in his pockets. The Demon was standing now and Arkin stood about a foot away from him. He grinned crookedly as usual with a dimple formed on his left cheek. “I’d formally introduce myself, you know names and all but I’m sure you’ll hear it moaned soon enough. Tell me Forrest, are you hoping to see her again? Are you rushing for answers and understanding? Must be frustrating, you know, falling so hard for a woman that will never be yours.” He conjured another slap joint and stuck it in his mouth. He listened intently to the Demon, though not really caring to what he had to say. Finally, he gave him one last malicious grin and said “Anyways, this has been fun but I have other arrangements to attend. Maybe I’ll fuck your almost fiance again before my next meeting” he winked at him and chuckled “I’ll see you later, Demon.” He turned on his heel and waved his hand for the chained collar to release. Just as he vanished in his cloud of smoke, in his place emerged a shadowed replica of Jason with a look of bloodlust in his eyes.



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Jason cautiously got to his feet, his eyes were locked on his mother’s stern expression. He felt weak to say the least, he could sense his body healing at a gradual pace, the same extent he felt in his previous visit to the realm. He stood uneasily on his lightning struck leg and his arm hung uncomfortably at his side from being dislocated. He winced at her and brushed a hand through his hair. “Conjure your sword.”
Jason crooked his brow and shook his head “No way, not until you tell me what the hell is going on.” She jerked her hand and whipped his leg, he jolted forward and nearly lost his balance. It stung greatly and the hit left a bloodied mark “We don’t have time for this. Conjure it!” she demanded. Jason growled at her and waved his hand to summon his samurai but it didn’t appear. He stared at his palm and focused, he was growing ever more frustrated and he longed for more slap to make the agony vanish. Though it would probably be useless, he was still in a dreamlike haze and eating another flower would possibly make this into a greater nightmare.
“Bastard, he’s robbed you of everything. We’ll have to start small.” Ariel stated and waved her hands, her whips disappeared into a cloud of smoke.
Jason crooked his brow and attempted to cross his arms only to recall that his dominant was immobile, he cringed and bitterly responded “Oh so there is a purpose to you kicking my ass.”
“He doesn’t feel pain and neither should you. You must rebuild yourself, earn your strength. Good thing too, you and your brother were born much too powerful.”
“Yea sure, whatever you say. Well I’m relieved to be honest, here I thought you were just resentful.”
Ariel crooked her brow, their expressions nearly mimicking one another’s “No Jason, you’re my baby boy and I could never hold a grudge against you. Granted, I heard prophecies of your downfall but never did I imagine you would be sadistic enough to burn me alive. It’s always pained me to see you grow into your father but I expect nothing less considering, Wrath pulses through your veins.” Jason’s mouth twitched at the insult. To be compared to his father of all people was the greatest insult, especially coming from the woman who raised him. As much as he wanted to rampage for the comment, he didn’t blame her. He had done awful things and he deserved the torment.
“Enough talk. We have much work to do and so little time.” she stated. She walked up to him and Jason took an uneasy step back away from her. She scowled and grabbed his good arm to gently pull him towards her. It was weird feeling her touch again, Ariel always had a way to bring comfort even in the most hateful moment. “You will need to learn absorption. It is the only way to regain your power.” She touched his limp shoulder, he winced uncomfortably and he wanted to pull away but she had a tight hold on him. “Breathe, Jason” she calmly stated. His eyes finally soften towards her and his brows unmeshed from their furrow. Her palm felt cold against his skin, lifeless which confirmed his suspicion, she wasn’t truly here and if she was, she was merely a spirit. He felt pained, never had he felt a sliver of remorse for what he had done to her. But seeing her again, the way she was so forgiving for his greatest sin...he couldn’t comprehend why, this frustrated him. There was glow beneath her palm “Breathe” she reiterated. Jason took a deep breath, he felt his heart slow down. Her touch seemed to trigger something within him and suddenly his shoulder lifted into place, the pain on his leg vanished. She gave him a small smile “Pain will be frequent here, but you can recover. You must during the next storm, endure the rain, feel it’s burn upon your skin. Breathe, do not panic. Absorb the lightning, take in it’s vulnerability. Much like your healing, you can harness it.”
Jason listened intently but he had so many questions, she took a step back from him. He followed her with a step forward, he wanted to reach out but she sighed and glanced back to the castle. “Why and how are you here?”
She grimaced and peered back at him “We will meet again my boy.” She bowed her head and closed her eyes, there was a sudden flash of light and a moment later, she was gone.
Jason immediately dropped to his knees in dismay. He glanced around at the flowers contemplating eating another as he felt his high getting weaker. Had the delusion been caused by their power he wondered. He took a lily and sniffed it. There was an odd tingle in his system as though he desired the plant greatly, like a craving.

Suddenly, black clouds stormed overhead and he craned his neck towards the sky. His eyes widened, he wanted to panic but he attempted with all his might to remain calm at the advice of his mother or whoever the fuck that was, obviously still skeptical by her presence. He braced himself as the green drops started raining down on him. They kissed his skin, it burned like hell. He closed his eyes and winced as he sat back on his knees. It was agonizing, they were falling rapidly as though they were mocking him for his foolishness. With every drop, his skin receded, it smoked and bubbled leaving gash after gash. He was covered in his own blood, he was shaking but he refused to move from his spot, too determined to defeat the pain. Then, there was a crash overhead, his eyes fluttered open just as a bolt of lightning blasted onto him. He shot up into the air and slammed hard onto the ground. The strike had hit his torso. He propped himself up and breathed heavily “Fuck this” he growled and hurriedly got to his feet. He headed for the trees, longing to retreat. He ran as quickly as he could but another crash sounded and a blast hit him in the back, he plummeted on all fours. He let out an agonized cry and convulsed. He was weakening, his skin barely healing from the rain and his body was stiff from the lightning. His eyes were closing from weariness and fell on his back. He couldn’t fight this, he was powerless here. The delusion was trying to convince him otherwise. He gazed up at the darkened sky for a long moment before he couldn’t keep his eyes opened anymore. He had lost this battle. But an echo of encouragement was convincing him otherwise, he could hear his mother’s voice ringing in his ears. She was telling him to relax, to breathe and indulge in the discomfort. It was odd advice, who could possibly enjoy torture? His fingers twitched at his sides, he was shaking rather uncontrollably but the adrenaline of survival suddenly kicked in. He was in this realm for a reason and he wasn’t about to let this world defeat him. He took a breath, he calmed his feverish heart with every passing second. A wave of agony screamed in his mind, his downfalls once more being repeated with brutal images of his past. Black tears streamed down his face as he tried with all his heart to push the visions aside.
He forced himself out of the panic, he breathed again slowly. “Succumb to the torment” he mumbled to himself. There was another crash above, Jason’s eyes fluttered open and he furrowed his brows. He extended his arm out towards the sky and took a deep breath. A strike of lightning trickled from the clouds, he breathed deeply and it crashed right into his palm. He jumped onto his feet, the bolt was being absorbed into his hand. His eyes glistened with wild satisfaction. His scars from the rain healed immediately and the blood vanished. The lightning electrified in a pulse down his arm and he could feel it dancing within his veins. The storm overhead ceased. Jason grinned, a triumphant feeling vibrating in his bones. His brow twitched excitedly and shoved his hands into his pockets and glanced around at his surroundings.

Before he left the area Jason had grabbed a few lilies for future use. He wandered now in the town of Tenebris, it was surprisingly lovely. The tudor houses were in even distance apart, they became closer together like townhomes the further he walked into the town. The shops were in similar style, all conjoined. To his surprise the town was quite populated with numerous passersby chatting away, most had slap sticks in their mouths. They seemed pleasant in the somber world and all at ease. No one paid mind to him as he sauntered through, he thought it odd in a sense but he was thankful for the moment of peace.He stopped outside of a clothing shop and grimaced at his half naked torso. He didn’t have any money on him but he truly needed something to wear. He peered through the window and a saw lovely shopkeeper, a fallen angel, sitting on a stool as she read her novel. Jason grinned and brushed a hand through his hair. He walked into the store and casually wandered, admiring the articles of clothing. The girl was quick at his side Hello she greeted. Jason smiled at her with a crooked brow. “Lovely shop you have here, though you make it quite dazzling.”
The angel’s cheeks flushed and she averted her gaze It’s my husband’s” she said in a shy voice. Jason reached out and twirled a lock of her blonde hair. He then leaned with his shoulder against a nearby wall “Is that so? And where is your husband now?” She peeked up at him, her brow twitched up and there was a sudden look of lust gleaming in her black eyes.

The perks of being a Kitsune or just simply good looking, he didn’t care. Sex as always, got him what he wanted and oh how he loved fucking strangers, especially married ones. He stood from her bed and she lay there in awe, admiring him. He glanced back at her and grinned “Thanks for the lovely time. If you don’t mind, I will show myself out.” She didn’t even get a chance to respond as he was quickly out the door with his ragged pants. He walked down the stairs where the shop was located. He grabbed himself a fresh outfit from one of the hangers in the shop and slipped into it. He grinned at himself in the full length mirror and jumped over the counter where he propped open the till and stole some cash. He shoved it into his pockets and casually walked out whistling. He tossed his shredded pants into a nearby trashcan and sauntered down the road until he came across a bar. He walked in and glanced down at this watch for the time, though it probably didn’t matter at this point. The bar was quite full with only a few vacant seats. Jason situated himself at the counter and signaled for a drink. He hand the barkeep a five dollar bill and in exchange he was given a Dwarven beer. He propped his elbows onto the counter, he swirled the beverage in his glass and sipped his drink.