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



Age: 1227
Dialog: #780808
Race: Dark Elf
Ability: Telekinesis & Telepathic Perception


Hair Color & Style: White with streaks of grey; shoulder length

Eye Color: Orange

ImageHeight: 6’2

Other Features
: Tien has skin colored tribal tattoos all over his body, these are markings he was born with and are a common trait among his race. Tien has a navy gem in the upper center of his chest, there is a silver chain attached to it to make it look like a necklace. This chain is actually enchanted with protection against other mind readers. He has three earrings on his left ear and a tragus piercing on his right.

Style: Black elvish armor; black cloak with navy on the inside. When he’s not in battle gear, Tien prefers the more relaxed look, typically in sweatpants and a t-shirt with his hair in a ponytail. He sees no point in putting effort into his appearance unless he’s going to battle or a special occasion.

Character Traits

● Protective ● Wise ● Goofy ● Honest ● Caring ● Strategic ● Relentless ● Charismatic ● Unbiased ● Loyal ● Curious ● Reserved ● Understanding ● Mischievous ●

So begins...

Tien's Story


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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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’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.

” 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: Vitane Todd Character Portrait: Forrest Carson Character Portrait: Jason Carson Character Portrait: Lola Hart Character Portrait: Tien Character Portrait: Keaira Character Portrait: Adrian
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Lola was so captivated by the extraction of Jason’s soul, she had not clued into the chaos of her peers as Forrest grabbed them with his shadows. A moment later, she found herself scooped up in his arms and the soul returned to Jason. He bolted upright, transforming back into his human form and clasped his hand over his feverishly beating heart.
Lola’s eyes narrowed in on Jason’s face as Forrest pulled her away. She pushed against his forearms trying to break free but it was useless, Forrest’s strength was unmatched without her immortality. She was completely consumed by the frenzy, her mind was running wild. She twisted herself uneasily in his arms to face him. She glared and demanded with such venom “Let. me. go.”

Jason glanced over at a panicked Vitane. He lifted his hand up to her cheek as he caught his breath. He knew he didn’t have much time to recover for the Hunter’s were beginning to close in on him again. “Just save yourself” he pleaded. He kissed her cheek and jumped up to his feet. He looked over at Lola, but his mind switched gears, Forrest had a handle on her after all. He then glanced at the four Hunter’s who were cautiously approaching him, Keaira and Adrian among them. A look of wickedness gleamed in his eyes, he seemed to be enjoying this. He conjured a ball of flame and flung it at one of the Hunter’s. The Hunter repelled it with their telekinesis and launched it back. Jason dodged out of the way and it hit an enemy on the other side of him. The Hunter’s face burned and they fell to the ground in agony. Jason chuckled then lunged himself at the first Hunter. He pinned him to the ground and ripped the gem from his chest with his kitsune claws. He clenched his fist, the Hunter let out a screeching cry, the gem shattered and the enemy evaporated. Keaira and Adrian waved their hands and Jason was launched back and restrained to the ground. He squirmed under their strength in attempt to break free.

When Forrest didn’t release her, Lola’s face turned pained “Fucksakes, I don’t want to hurt you” she stated, her tone practically begging. She whimpered, with telekinetic force his arms slowly released and were pinned to his sides. She dropped to her feet in front of him and stared at him for a long moment, she could feel the potion wearing off “Fuck” she mumbled.
She turned on her heel and locked eyes with a raged Vitane and that’s when she noticed the crown in her hair. A smug expression painted her face “Oh, now that’s rich.”
Lola waved her hand and blasted Vitane to pin her against a nearby wall. She glanced back at Forrest and giggled “Human’s are so dumb.”
She strided towards the green eyed beauty with a sadistic grin on her face. She wrapped her hand around her neck and squeezed, she could feel the last wave of frenziness arising out of pure rage. “How did you honestly think this was going to play out?” she spat. She ripped the crown from her hair with her free hand and admired it for a moment. She peeked over her shoulder at Jason who was occupied with other Hunter’s. “Like I said” she returned her gaze to meet Vitane’s “If you put some meat on your bones, maybe you’d have a chance.” She placed the end of the crown in her mouth and then pressed her hand over Vitane’s heart. “See you in the afterlife, my dear” A white orb formed around her hand and she extracted the soul within seconds. Vitane’s body became limp beneath her grasp and she marvelled at the ball of light. She could see images of Vitane’s life flashing in the orb “Pity” she mumbled and clenched her fist. The soul danced around Lola for a moment before it entered the Amethyst on her crown.

It was like stab to his heart and his head snapped in Lola and Vitane’s direction. He saw the redhead holding Vitane as though she were a ragdoll, all color washed from his face. His heart dropped at the sudden realization when Lola simply tossed her to the ground and stepped away. He exploded in rage and broke from Keaira and Adrian’s hold. He could feel electric currencies running through his fingertips. They attempted with all their strength to restrain him again but their powers were useless. He waved his arm and suddenly two bolts of lightning blasted through the ceiling and electrocuted them. Jason was stunned and observed his hands, blue electric currents pulsed in his palms. He lifted a brow “That’s new” he mumbled. Than he refocused his attention to Vitane and Lola. He bolted for the redhead but Tien came in between them. Jason whipped balls of flames at him, the Dark Elf didn’t even flinch. He dodged each attempted hit and casually walked up to the kitsune. Jason then used his newfound ability to strike him with the lightning but he was quick to avoid. Tien met him in the middle, they glared at each other for a moment and he shrugged “This isn’t how you die, Kitsune. Your debt is voided and you know the outcome if you go after her” he simply stated.
Jason took a step back from the Dark Elf and glanced over at Vitane. He shook his head and sneered “Get that fucking redhead out of my house before I shatter both of you” . He turned away from him and walked over to Vitane. He felt broken, she had given him reason to fight but now, she was gone. His course had lost all value, he saw no purpose it in, for now was no time for vengeance. He hung his head and fell to his knees next to her lifeless body. He took a hold of her in his arms and brushed some hair from her face. She looked different, pale, cold and at peace. He pulled her up and hugged her against his bare torso in admitted defeat “I’m so sorry” he mourned.

Lola traced the silver in her hands, her eyes sparkled. Her mind flashed to the day she was crowned, to the oath she had taken and she mumbled to herself “Hail the King of Death.”

She bowed her head and gently placed the crown across her temple. She stared at the ground in anticipation and it didn’t take long for the gem in the center to be illuminated. The silver of the crown sprawled out like the legs of a spider as it fused into her skull, she winced, it was just as painful as she remembered. Then, smoke like shadows flowed from the gem. It wrapped itself around her like ribbons and it levitated her. Her clothes were stripped and landed beneath her, she remained covered by the shadow as it cleansed. It removed blemishes and scars from her human life until her skin became flawless. She watched in amazement as lines drew across her body detailing her skin with the tribal tattoos from her clan. She could feel a stretch on her ears and her hands shot up as they grew a point. The smokey ribbons then broke in half. One set wrapped around her and formed a dress and the other shaped itself into her cloak. It gently draped itself over her shoulders and she landed softly on her barefeet. The glow of the gem faded and her eyes slowly turned a translucent violet.
She twinkled her toes and analyzed herself. She began tracing the tattoos with her finger, her mouth twitched up and she felt relieved.
She clenched her fist and a familiar sense of power arose. She felt invincible again; she could sense her strength, her immortality and all that she had lost being restored. She twirled in excitement, her face reflected that of a kid on Christmas morning. She brushed herself and beamed up to see Tien standing a foot in front of her. He grinned and then glanced around the room “Alright everyone, we’re done here. Collect the fallen and return to your posts.”

The Hunter’s in the room proceeded to do as they were told, they extracted the souls of the dead before they disappeared in clouds of smoke.

Lola anxiously looked over at Forrest, Tien closed the gap between them and placed a hand on her shoulder “Come on Lola, let’s go home.” She met his gaze and then peered back at Forrest.
Tien grimaced and he stepped aside gesturing towards the demon. Lola hesitated, contemplating her actions. Tien placed a hand on the small of her back and urged her forward. She slowly wandered towards him. She stopped about a few inches apart and gazed into his golden eyes. The way she could see him now, it felt like she was looking at him through new eyes from an old life. She lifted her hand slowly to his cheek and he quickly brushed it off. Lola’s lips curled up and she let out a small giggle. “Your hostility is understandable, never thought I’d drive a demon mad.” She brushed some hair behind her ear and sighed “I didn’t mean to hurt you, you’ve been so wonderful. Trust me, if I could have done it differently I would have. It’s just, dead or alive...I belong to him.” She shrugged her shoulder “If it’s any consolation, I would have said yes.” She averted her gaze, she felt a strain in her heart feeling as though nothing could fix what's now been shattered.
She jumped up on her tiptoes and pecked him on the cheek then took a step back. She gave him one last look of apology before she turned on her heel to face a patiently waiting Tien.

She clapped her hands together and smiled, she walked towards him excitedly.
“Anything you want to do when we get back” he asked casually.
Lola hopped in her step and extended her arms out as she responded “Jump off the tallest tower of the castle and see how long it takes me to heal”
“I can never tell if you're joking” he admitted.
She stopped a foot in front of him and lifted a brow “That’s ironic considering you can read minds.”
“Yea but yours has always been a special kind of fucked up” She punched his arm and he chuckled. “I'll see you at home, Red” he said and he disappeared in his cloud of navy smoke.
Lola’s mouth twitched up gleefully as she stared at the open space. She sighed in awe and glanced around the destroyed ballroom. She grimaced, there were many eyes on her filled with fear and confusion. She lifted her hood and looked over at Forrest, her face became blank. She wanted more than anything to stay here with him and to explain. Though she knew it would be useless, besides she was out of time, Death was waiting. She averted her gaze and closed her eyes, she let herself be encompassed by thick purple smoke and then she vanished.

“Fuck” Jason huffed and hung his head in defeat. He felt numb. His mind was racing, what had he done? He put her in a place of danger, he should have better protected her. He hated himself, he felt broken and confused. His anger had gotten the best of him. He pulled Vitane into his chest and gave her one last hug when a guard approached him to take her body. He gently handed her over as though she were the most delicate thing he'd over held. The guard leaned forward and scooped her up and Jason got to his feet. "Clean her up and get her ready, she deserves a proper farewell" he instructed. He watched the guard carry her out and sighed in slight frustastion and grief. He glanced around the room, maids were filling in and guests were slowly filtering out murmuring in confusion.
He looked over at Forrest and grimaced “Well Demon, you let the crazy bitch live.” He scoffed and brushed a hand through his hair as he walked over to the bar. He hopped onto the counter and leaned over to grab a glass and bottle of whiskey. He poured himself a drink and took a sip “Tell me Forrest, what the fuck was it about her that made you propose, huh? Because I'm willing to bet I know Lola much better than you. Have a glass of whiskey with me Demon and how about I run you through some facts! One: she's crazy. Two: you're crazy. And Three:” He whipped the bottle of whiskey and it shattered against the wall. “She killed Vitane and you just let her walk out of here. Fucking hell Forrest. You have no idea how much I just want to rip out your fucking spine. It’s her tits, right? Damn she must have been good in the sack for you let this slide. I’ll tell you one thing, if Lola has taught me anything is that death is too generous. Vitane probably just got off easy but you, no, not you. I hope this swallows you in a pit of misery” he spat. He lifted his glass of whiskey in the air and toasted with heavy sarcasm “Cheers Demon, to happiness!”


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Character Portrait: Vitane Todd Character Portrait: Forrest Carson Character Portrait: Jason Carson Character Portrait: Lola Hart Character Portrait: Tien
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Location: Ballroom

Forrest could barely contain the amount of emotions he was feeling. Relief that Jason was safe. Scared of what Lola could accomplish now. Nervous to release her. And frenzied to keep her away from his brother. If he lost it he could accidentally kill them all. His skin burned and he could feel flames inside of him begging to be released, some of his demon form had already pushed through his human disguise. Long slender spikes had emerged from his back and they dripped with an unknown liquid and steam rose from them as they stemmed from his shoulders.

Vitane shook viciously. What had she just seen? Jason had almost been taken from her right in front of her eyes! Her hands could not stay still as she returned the touch and held his face.
Her eyes softened seeing his sincere look but she disregarded his words and locked her jade eyes on Lola’s. This bitch!

Lola struggled but Forrest was more focused on keeping the stray Hunters at bay. His concentration was elsewhere, but when she squirmed between his arms to face him, she regained his attention. A look of pure disgust swept over his face and his eyes narrowed at her. His jaw was quivering again being reminded of her face and the images of her pulling out Jason’s soul replayed in his head. It was like he was seeing it for the first time because he suddenly screamed out in rage and his arms grew tighter around Lola’s waist and arms. But before he was crushing bones Lola pushed his arms with an unseen force and Forrest experienced her telekinesis for the first time. As Lola was dropping from his grasp he watched Vitane finish off the distance between the girls and sucker punch her in the face. Forrest’s jaw dropped and his eyes widened momentarily before more Hunters crashed into him and held his position with their powers.

Vitane drew her arm back to swing on Lola again but the redhead blasted her into the wall.
Forrest watched helplessly as Vitane was flung across the room like she was dead weight.
Vitane coughed and blood spurted from her mouth covering her chin and speckling her dress and chest. She spit the remaining blood towards Lola and her lips curled to reveal a fiendish grin. She giggled like a crazy person and her eyes were wild.
”Why don’t you let me down so we can fight like real women, huh? I’ll kill you, you fucking bitch! Just you wait! I swear on everything I’ll cut your fucking throat and laugh about it! How dare you put your disgusting hands on him! I swear to the gods I’ll fuck you up just LET ME DOWN!” She was trying to fling herself from the wall, but she couldn’t even flail her body against Lola’s powers and manically continued to spit words towards her. Lola’s hand closed around Vitane’s neck and she struggled for air. The pressure emitted on her carotid artery pulsed pain down her entirety. Her eyes began watering like crazy and they turned desperate and scared. She didn’t want to die! Not like this. She didn’t want to give Lola the satisfaction! Her brows turned from fear to a face that loathed the one she looked upon. If Lola was going to kill her, so be it, but she would at least let her know she enjoyed this dance until the last moment. Her face changed to hold that of a now sadistic smile despite her failed gasps for air. Her larynx was under searing pain and it strained to help her breathe. Her nose made a strange almost snoring sound as it too, tried for air. Her nails dug into her palms and the veins on her face were growing hotter. She could feel the blood leaving her head and her vision was growing dark around the edges.

This was it. She was about to be a goner. She thought about her grandma, probably all alone at home cuddling Mr. Whiskers while hovering over the phone as she waited for Vitane to call to assure her she was fine. She thought about Forrest and how much it broke her heart that his soon to be ex was insane. But mostly she worried about Jason. A tear streaked down her face. She hoped he would be okay and she wished on every fiber of her being that he knew that she loved him with all of her heart. Her chest was tight and her head pounded as her vision grew more strained. Fuck you, Lola. She thought and her consciousness faded. Her head slumped down on her neck hard and a bit of drool strung from a line of saliva dropped from her lip onto Lola’s wrist.

Forrest heart clenched inside his ribcage. His jaw was starting to grow painful from the force he used to hold it together, but the demon barely noticed. He was so nervous watching Lola hold Vitane against the wall. Then her neck slacked and her head dropped. ”Noooo!” He screamed. Forrest had never cared much for Vitane, but seeing her dead now, he cared all too much. Forrest hated how incompetent he was. He struggled against the Hunter’s holding him, failing another time. He’d never been restrained by anyone except his father until today. Flashbacks flooded back of Syxx. Things he’d blocked for so long penetrated his mind, now.
Why now?! This fueled his rage even more and gave him the push that he needed. His captors were staring at Lola in reverence and Forrest pushed the shadows from the fallen guests around them to grow up the Hunters’ legs. He propelled the shadows up with all of the might of his mind as they both became consumed in a completed black silhouette and then combusted into little granules of shadow that were then eaten by the sunlight. He turned to run towards Lola, but stopped dead in his tracks seeing her extract Vitane’s soul. His mouth unhinged again and he watched her out of pure bewilderment. The whole scene was magnificent and awe-inducing.

He was stunned by what happened next. Two white, bright lightning bolts shot down from the ceiling, seemingly out of nowhere. The loud boom shook the room and Forrest turned now to see Jason with electric hands? He could see from here the little currents running across his brother’s palms. Again he was nailed in place. He couldn’t seem to shake the situation and refocus. His logic had left the building.

Forrest simply watched as Jason went to Vitane. His heart ached for his brother. To lose a second love...To have another ripped away from him. Forrest wanted to weep for his brother, but he adjusted his gaze back to Lola when her crown’s jewel illuminated the area surrounding her in a beautiful purple light. He followed Lola with his golden eyes as she was lifted high in the ballroom. He hated her, he could conclude this, but he was swept up in this transformation and when she touched back down the part that still loved her had his mouth watering. She looked even more exquisite with immortality inking her skin.

His eyes bore into the ground when Lola looked at him. He knew if he stared her in the eye, he would lose himself.
”How could you do this?!” He yelled to her through grit teeth as his emotion finally got the better of him. Vitane was really dead. And it was his cross to bear for not killing Lola. He would have to live with that forever. A tear fell from his eyes imagining the pain Jason’s was feeling now. It was all his fault. No. He couldn’t take all of the blame. She had been taken.
”Why would you do this? I believed in you! I trusted you! Was it all for that fucking crown?! Well take it and get the fuck out of my house!”

Lola brushed off his anger and touched his face in which he ripped away from her touch. How dare she. He thought and kept his eyes planted on her feet. Her gorgeous newly immortal feet. Stop it, you fucking shit! She stole Vitane away from your brother. It still hurt to even think that, but he glanced up to see Jason over Vitane’s body and his rage returned.
”Your hostility is understandable,” She said with a new angelic voice. His heart wanted to melt, but the pain hurt like hell and made him harden under her gaze. ”never thought I’d drive a demon mad.”
”You’re disgusting!” He spat at her.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you, you’ve been so wonderful. Trust me, if I could have done it differently I would have. It’s just, dead or alive...I belong to him.” She shrugged her shoulder “If it’s any consolation, I would have said yes.
His eyes flashed up to finally look into her new violet eyes, but his face remained hard with fury.
”Well trust me, I’m glad you didn’t.” He said simply and softly, but it was filled with the hatred he felt. He looked away again and it was like he had finally removed the veil and was letting go of her. He never wanted to look at her again. Never in his 300 plus years had someone jilted and deceived him to this extent.
”You never deserved my love to begin with.” He followed. They both probably knew deep down that he was lying, but he hoped he could personify the amount of suffering he was under and he wanted her to feel this agony as well. She ended it with a kiss on the cheek that Forrest felt burn into him long after she had walked away.

It was like he was seeing everything behind a wall of an ocean wave. The sounds of water rushing filled his ears and he watched a blurry Lola walk away from him to meet with another Dark Elf. He failed to hear Tien’s words which surprised him, but he could hear Lola’s voice despite the sound in his ears, as though she had been saying the words across a mountain range; the line reverberated along with the water’s noise. Her chat with the other Hunter was just rubbing more salt in the already existing wound and Forrest began to feel queasy.

It wasn’t until Jason spoke that Forrest realized not only were Lola and the other Hunters gone without a trace, but he, at some point had dropped to his knees. He depended on the idea that it had happened after Lola had left so he did not feel ridiculous and dramatic. Jason’s voice had also notified Forrest that the vision and hearing strain that he’d endured before had been lifted. His head pounded and his stomach ache had gotten worse. He stood, completely emotionless. His gaze was a million miles away and his eyes showed that he was utterly lost.

Jason’s voice broke his inner thoughts again. His head snapped to look at his brother and his eyes widened in shock and disapproval. Was his brother also suggesting that it was his fault? Yes, he’d not hurt Lola, but Jason should have expected as much out of him. How dare he point the finger at the one person who cared about him more than anyone! He was allowed to blame himself, but why did Jason always have to be such a punk?
”Fuck you.” He whispered while he instinctively followed behind Jason to the bar.
He listened to his brother’s rant in silence and actually took in what he was saying. He began to hate himself the longer he let Jason speak and his mind was overflowed with more numbing pain. But again his brother busted through Forrest’s thoughts with words of his own.

”You have no idea how much I just want to rip out your fucking spine.”
Forrest let the threat slide. He could understand Jason’s temper and it made Forrest accept the fact that it was fully his fault. But what he said next Forrest could not let go.
”It’s her tits, right? Damn she must have been good in the sack for you to let this slide.”
”Fuck you, Jason Noel!” He bellowed.

Forrest didn’t mean to lose it on Jason. But he was pushing every single button his brother had and he, above all, demanded respect. Even in moments like this. Jason finished his spiel just as Forrest finished transforming into his true form. Forrest plunged into his brother, knocking them both over the bar.


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Character Portrait: Forrest Carson Character Portrait: Jason Carson Character Portrait: Lola Hart Character Portrait: God of Death / Arkin Winters Character Portrait: Tien
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Location: Ballroom

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Location: Ballroom
Jason was thrown off the bar and pinned to the ground. He kicked his brother's heavy body off of him and rolled in a dominant position over him. He began punching his face out of pure rage. Forrest grabbed him by his neck and flung him off, Jason went flying back and slammed against the floor. He jumped up to his feet, Forrest casually got to his as well. His eyes turned white and he exploded into his Kitsune form and lunged at his brother.
It had been a while since they had really fought. Of course there were threats and random urges to show dominance between the two, but they were fighting for real this time. And they were both enraged.

Jason bellowed at him as he threw a couple more blows to his brother. Forrest grasped one of his arms and punched Jason's face with his other. Jason unhooked Forrest’s grip and placed a hand on his upper chest and sent an electric shockwave through his body. Jason gained the upper hand, especially due to this new found power. Forrest had been ready to swing again until Jason curled out of his hold and electrocuted him. Surprisingly, this hurt a lot more than Forrest was expecting. Every molecule in his body tingled with a burning sensation. Momentarily the Demon was stunned and Jason was able to heave him into the nearest wall.

Jason chuckled and continued to pummel him again once he was next to Forrest. Forrest grabbed Jason by his fur and rolled himself on top of his brother. He began bashing his face in at an accelerated pace. Jason then lifted his hands up and choked him. Jason flung him off and Forrest slammed into a nearby wall. Jason got to his feet and transformed back into a human and stomped over.

Forrest got up cautiously. He still felt the pulsing in his body from the shock and his body twitched randomly. He stormed back to be face to face with Jason, but he was really drained after the nice frying from his brother.

They were both clearly worn, but Jason was in a frenzy and he grabbed Forrest by the neck before he propped him up against the wall and started hitting him repeatedly. Forrest no longer struggled against him, accepting the anger from Jason and applying it to his mind that it was all his fault.
“You son of bitch!” he yelled “You have no idea! You’re as fucking stubborn as dad was!”

Jason went to throw another fist but this time Forrest was prepared and caught the impact with his left hand. With his right he shoved Jason away. He just wanted the fight to be over. This was killing him inside. He hated when they fought. Forrest shifted back into his human body and his eyes returned to their soft golden state.
Jason's eyes remained white and he kicked his brother in the torso.

Tears began to stream down Jason's face, his eyes returned to their pale blue state. He dropped his defensive stance and hung his head. Forrest stretched out a hand to Jason, but of course his brother ignored it.
“I could have saved her” Jason muttered. A tear fell from Forrest's eye, too. His heart hurt for his brother’s loss and the image of Vitane’s head falling limp repeated in Forrest’s head.
Jason took a large breath and looked up at his sibling with pained eyes “It’s all my fault” he took a step back and brushed a hand through his hair. The room looked even more disastrous than before and the maids had fled off as to not get in the way of their fight. Jason turned on his heel and Forrest was about to outburst and deny his self-accusation until he said “I’m moving out” .

Forrest’s jaw dropped and his eyes filled with even more sorrow. No! He thought. I can’t lose him again! Forrest trotted after Jason, more tears began falling.
”Please!’ He begged, ”Don’t leave me alone.” He then said quietly. His head dropped and his clenched jaw quivered from the acceptance of defeat. He was about to lose it.
Lola was gone and he would never see her again. Vitane was dead and because of it, Jason wanted to leave. But for how long? Not a hundred years again. Forrest needed his brother, much more than he could ever admit.
His mind flashed to the idea of finding the warlock he’d heard so much about. He specialized in death sentences and ways to kill. Momentarily, Forrest pondered locating him and asking for help to die.
The Demon differed from Jason in this way. His entire life Jason had been told he was a mistake and an abomination. It was no wonder suicide repeated in his head so many times. But despite their hardships together and with their father, Forrest had never desired death before. But now the idea clung to him as a newborn baby would to their mother. He needed to die.
He decided quickly that if Jason walked out the door he would immediately begin the search for the warlock.

Jason was heading for the exit when an inky black portal materialized before their eyes stopping both of them from any other thoughts. Where was this portal from? Jason and Forrest observed in confused silence as a crow emerged and soared above them. It was holding something in its beak. Forrest could recognize a ribbon waving by the side of the crow and his brows scrunched in confusion. Was it a letter? Then the bird dropped a scroll in Jason's hands before it flew back into the portal and vanished. Jason lifted the scroll up to his face and glanced back at Forrest with a crooked brow. He analyzed the black ribbon, in white cursive it read To Forrest and Jason.
He ripped off the ribbon and opened the scroll. He muttered to himself the first line. Forrest hurried to be by his brother’s side and Jason met him halfway. Forrest’s eyes bulged when Jason said “It’s in mom’s handwriting.” Forrest gave him a look as if urging him to read it. He cleared his throat and read

“A tainted soul derived from madness
The immortal, the infinite status
A Cave, a world, the shadows wander
Two brothers, they must conquer
Trickery working in favor
From the abyss, emerges a savior
A dark crown, the throne, and an eye that is green
This realm has magic that's never been seen”

Forrest's mind tried to connect parts of the rhymes to logic, but he still came up with more questions.
Who’s crown was it referencing? The God of Death possibly? Or maybe a crown from Hell? He shuddered at that last thought.Who was the savior? Clearly the boys had something to do with this or it wouldn’t be addressed to them. But they couldn’t possibly be saviors, could they? Sin followed them no matter what. They were demons. How could they help anybody?
And who owned this green eye? Only one… He thought. A cyclops? An extra terrestrial? A pirate? He mused over the last thought but he was running out of ideas. Maybe some new species of demon?
”What do you make of this?” He finally asked Jason.

Suddenly there was a flash and a vined gate emerged in the center of the ballroom. Jason dropped his hand to his side and stared at the open door. He recognized the dark realm on the other side. Jason glanced up at his brother and shook his head. Both of the boys seemed to lean away from it instinctively. No way! Forrest thought.
“Oh hell no. I am not walking through that.”
He gave Forrest an uneasy look and crossed his arms “Nope, I’m not going back to that fucking realm. Lola did some fucked up shit to me in there, seriously I’m talking demonic man, like shit dad would do. I stand by what I said, I’m moving out. I think I’ll buy a boat and sail for a year. Yup.” he patted Forrest on the shoulder and walked in front of him.

Forrest carefully stepped back from the portal as Jason spoke. When Jason voiced that the realm was comparable to their father Forrest became overwhelmingly uneasy. For whatever reason, he felt like they needed to go in there. But his instincts were telling him to run like hell.

Forrest grabbed Jason's arm, forcing him to a stop. Jason glanced over at his brother who nodded to the portal. A silhouette appeared in the entrance way. The light was too bright to make out the face until she stepped through fully. “Mom?!”
Ariel gave her boys an annoyed look and waved her arms, a whip appeared in either hand. “How’s it going...” Jason asked cautiously. Forrest froze in place as the whip in his mother’s hand circled around his ankle. He was too bewildered. It wasn’t until she yanked on the weapon and caused the boys to fall that Forrest began reacting.She paced up to them and grabbed them by their ankles and started dragging them. “What the fuck! No no no no” Jason shouted as she dragged them closer and closer to the portal entrance.
Forrest's eyes filled with desperation and anxiety and he urgently tried to grasp onto something but there was nothing in reach. He and Jason were being dragged against their will. He finally cried out, ”Please, mother! Don’t do this!
Jason uneasily leaned up and tried tugging his leg away from her “I don’t remember her being this strong! For fucksakes, I’m not going in there!”
Ariel was cursing under her breath, a few words could be caught such as stubborn idiots and do everything myself followed by a few obscene insults.

Jason twisted himself onto his torso and grew out his kitsune claws and dug into the marble flooring. The flooring shattered between his nails, with all his might, he couldn’t break free and before he knew it, he was clawing at black stained grass. Jason turned over on his back when Ariel let go. She grimaced at her sons and vanished in that moment and the portal closed behind them, leaving them alone in Tenebris.

Dialog: #6600CC
Location: Tenebris Palace
The humid air, the familiar sense of comfort, home. She lingered at the entrance path of the Tenebris palace. The long and narrow asphalt road that lead up to the castle had little changed since her last visit. Tall onyx trees bordered the path with guards standing in between each few. The deep purple sky above was as breathtaking as she remembered it, with a moon four times the size of earth’s illuminating the realm and billions of stars twinkling in extravagance.
The world brought a calming sense of belonging and restitution. She gazed upon the dark castle in awe, twenty-five years and she was here. She began pacing towards the castle, at first in hurried excitement but with every step the burdening reality of perpetual sorrow from the realm began to slash her heart. She had never felt its overwhelming shade, not to this great extent for her absence and the lingering humanity became a heavy impact. The heartbreak that she had suppressed could no longer be contained. She slowed down in her step until she came to a full stop. She stared at the ground in dismay, what had she done?
An ache tore in her chest and a striking sense of sorrow pressured itself onto her heart. The overwhelming burden of the realm was something she had never felt at such high intensity. Her consistent absence brought upon a sense of misery that she had unintentionally kept locked away. Images of Forrest flashed in her mind, the first time she met him, to their first kiss, their first fight and the first time he told her he loved her. She felt out of breath and black tears streamed down her face as she fell to her knees in agonized defeat. She had lost the only man she had ever been in love with for the sake of immortality, for the sake of returning home and resuming to her duty. She wrapped an arm around ribcage and held on tightly as she wept. His look of disgust towards her, how he claimed she never deserved his love, it was true. She didn’t deserve it, she never deserved him. Thunder crashed from above as black clouds began to form. If she hadn’t been so torn she would have laughed at the dramatic but as the rain beads trickled from the sky, she welcomed the omen. She hung her head and dropped her face in her palms, the black tears staining her pale porcelain skin. “I’m sorry” she whimpered “Oh god, I’m so sorry.”

Her chaotic nature and the frenzy of the potion had prevented her from feeling the sadness and regret. She felt a weight on her shoulders pressing her into the ground, it started to pour. She couldn’t take it, she would never see him again and if she did he would never forgive her. She placed a hand over her heart and gripped at her dress, he had done nothing but love her and she betrayed him. He had asked her to marry him and she let the greed and lust for power shadow it. She reflected back to the night he told her he loved her, how he seemed so nervous and in awe over her. They sat in the dining room, he had just blurted it out. Her heart caught in her throat, what if she had told him then? Would he have understood? Would he have helped her regain her immortal strength, of course not, that would have meant losing her all the same.

She felt a presence settle before her as she continued to weep. A hand brushed along her face and a palm rested at her cheek. The tears continued to stream and a familiar comfort wiped them away. She took a breath and slowly shifted her gaze, she locked her eyes with the God of Death, the silver eyes of Arkin Winters.
She lifted her hand and pressed hers against his. She bowed her head and he turned his palm to towards hers to intertwine their fingers. He stood from his crouch and tugged at her hand encouraging her to get to her feet. She nodded and slowly stood and they made their way to the castle entrance.
Tien stood on the outside of the black iron doors with a dark colored stick in his mouth, toking and blowing out smoke rings as they approached. Lola dropped Arkin’s hand and Tien wrapped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her in for a hug. His energy seemed remorseful as well, he pulled away and gave her a small smile. He took the joint out of his mouth and handed it to her.
The iron doors of the castle crept open and the trio walked into their home, Lola took a large drag of slap to let the agony of her human regrets fade.
The dark entrance hall of the palace was filled with scurrying maids all smiling and welcoming Lola and Tien as they entered. Lola barely reacted to their warming welcomes, the hardship was clouding her feverish mind.
The large hall had two curved staircases leading to an upper floor. It was decorated in colors of silver, black and deep purple. A large black crystal chandelier hung from above. The dragon glass flooring brought a sense of cool comfort to their barefeet. The hall had dual pillars on either side of them with large arches leading into other rooms. Beneath where the staircases met were two arch entrances and in between were lovely navy blue lillies. Although magnificent, it was an area Lola had grown accustom to having grown up in the castle.

She took a final toke of slap and handed the remaining drug to Tien. Lola pulled off her hooded cloak and a maid was quick behind her to catch it as she casually tossed it off her shoulders. The three of them wandered through wide halls without speaking. The moon beamed through the large french windows upon them as they headed for their piano lounge.
They all plopped down on a large red couch. Tien lay down on one end with his head propped up against the arm. Arkin sat on the other side and Lola laid down with her head on Arkin’s lap. The three friends all let out a simultaneous sigh of exasperation. They exchanged looks and burst out laughing. A few minutes crept by of simple bliss until they caught their breaths. Lola could feel the high taking over her body, her surroundings became hazy and dreamlike. The pain and sorrow slowly dissipated as she entered an unnatural euphoric state.
“So Ark, what have you been up to for the last twenty-five years?”

After a couple hours of catching up, Lola and Tien sat outside with their legs dangling over the edge of a castle balcony.
They admired the realm and smoked another stick of slap. Tien frowned “It’s bad this time” he noted and took a large drag.
Lola shrugged and took the joint from him “It’s always bad Tien, I’m just never sober enough to realize it.”
He chuckled and shoved his hands into his sweatpants. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about the crown.”
Lola grimaced and took another drag, she shrugged “Whatever, damage is done. Lets just never talk about it again.”
He nodded and they gazed in silence upon the quiet and dark world.

She lay in bed staring through the skylight ceiling of her bedroom, gazing upon the realms billions of stars. A set of lips crept up at her neck and nibbled, she let out a small giggle feeling his bare torso pressing against hers. She closed her eyes and brushed her hand along his bicep when his cold lips settled against hers. The high had her in unnatural ecstasy. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him into her. A small moan escaped her lips, her heart pounded in lustful awe. His naturally cool body temperature suddenly felt warm as a rush of adrenaline pulsed through her veins. She took in the comfort despite the ache stinging her heart. The high was exhilarating as he grasped her thigh and nibbled her ear.
When he pulled away and looked at her, he frowned in confusion as she gazed upon him through pained eyes, noting that the man she had just made love to was not Forrest but Arkin. She placed a hand on his torso and gently pushed him off of her as she sat up and dangled her feet on the edge of the bed. She pressed her palms into the mattress, the effects of slap finally fading. She gave her head a shake and got to her feet. She grabbed her dress from off the ground and slipped into it. She glanced over at Arkin who watched her carefully as he slipped into his crystal armored pants and his cloak.

The feeling of sorrow was no more, instead she felt a pained realization of betrayal. She turned now to face him fully and questioned in a rather accusing tone “How long have you known that Vitane had my crown?”
Arkin shrugged “You know I don’t get involved in the affairs of my Hunters.”
Lola crossed her arms and glared at him “You get involved in the affairs of me! How long?”
“You just got home, I suggest you cool down at bit. Clearly the burden of this realm and that fucking-”
“HOW LONG?” she yelled.
Arkin grimaced “Since her mother picked it up.”
“Why then? Why did you let me wander for so long and hunt someone that had earned his innocence!”
“I never wanted you to go back there, Lola! I warned you but you insisted. Jason Carson was the furthest thing from innocent. Now, I suggest you back off. This is what happens when you fuck a demon, a few weeks with a fuck-up like that and he's got you all crazy.”
Lola marched up to him and smacked him across the face “Do not talk to me about Forrest!”
Arkin dropped his brows and glared at her. He waved his hand and a set of chains appeared through smoke and cuffed Lola around the wrists. The chains tugged her to the ground and she fell to her knees. Arkin towered over her intimidatingly, a look of discomfort and fear washed over her face. He crouched down in front of her and glared “In case your twenty-five years on earth has made you forget, let me remind you who is in charge around here.”
Lola scoffed and rolled her eyes “What are you going to do to me Ark? Tie me in bed and teach me a lesson.”
Arkin smirked “Nah, instead, I’ll do you one better.” He took a step back and waved his hand “fictum execrantia nomen”
Lola lifted a brow recognizing the spell, it had been one of her torture tactics but she rarely used it. She pondered for a moment trying to figure out what name he could have possibly cursed her mind with. Then an image of Forrest appeared in her head and there was an excruciating slash across her bare back. She let out an agonizing cry and fell on her palms, she started to bleed as it slowly healed only to be replaced by another as Forrest’s name blared in her thoughts. Black tears filled at the corner of her eyes “Arkin, please” she begged.
Arkin took a knee in front of her and lifted her chin with his finger “Consider it a favor, it’ll stop once he’s out of your fucking head.”
He stood up and waved his hand, the chains released and Lola fell back onto her knees. Another cut across her back at the thought of Forrest. Arkin turned on his heel and peered at her over his shoulder “Welcome home, Lola.”


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Character Portrait: Forrest Carson Character Portrait: Jason Carson Character Portrait: Lola Hart Character Portrait: God of Death / Arkin Winters Character Portrait: Tien
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Location: Palace Pool
The black tears trickled down her pale face, slash after slash across her back, it would seem the images grew more vivid with every passing memory. With the high having faded, she felt the burden press onto her heart. She felt broken, she was angry and torn all in the same. The curse that Arkin had bestowed upon her made it difficult to suppress thoughts of Forrest. She didn’t want him out of her head, she wanted him here. She breathed falling forward slightly at another cut. His eyes, his beautiful golden eyes that she would never gaze into again. His warmth, his arms around her that she would never get to feel again. The way he spoke, his laugh that she would never get to hear again...another slit, she wept.

She was knelt in a dark room illuminated by something extraordinary. When Arkin earned his crown over a thousand years ago, he gave Lola and Tien, his oldest friends since childhood, each a room that reflected something unique. They could use it for whatever they pleased though it had a specific purpose. For Lola, constant memories of useless information clouded her mind. Over a thousand years of memories would have driven her even more insane if not for the ability to extract and reflect when needed. She used this room as a hall of memories. The space had an invisible flooring, the walls were out of sight and one could argue that the room was in fact another realm. In the middle of the space was a white orb of light and surrounding it was a galaxy. Hundreds of stars, dust and dark matter all circled around this orb. It all seemed so far away and walking beneath it made no difference although, it was all in arms reach. The orb of light symbolized Lola’s mind and the stars were her memories. Anyone who were to walk into the room and touch one the stars would be transported into a significant moment in Lola’s life. They could explore and observe the scene though they could not interact with it.

Lola gazed into one of the stars, she had extracted the moment from her mind so that she could could relive it. She cupped her hand over it and was transported into the extravagant ballroom of the Carson Mansion. Hundreds of familiar faces crowded the area, she herself among them. She watched in awe and pain as her former self danced away with the man she loved so dearly. Forrest seemed so at peace as he gazed upon her and she reciprocated his emotions.

Lola jolted forward into the present at another slash across her back. Tears flooded out of her, she whimpered and let go of the star and it floated above her and aligned with the others in the galaxy.
“Lola” Tien called softly.
She slowly looked over at him as he knelt down in front of her, the orange in his eyes were turning brighter, his high was wearing off. Another cut across her back and she jerked forward, she cried out in agony.
Tien glanced up at the stars above him “You’re not ready for this” he stated.
He reached out and grabbed her hand and they both got to their feet. She wiped away the black stains and whimpered, another cut, “I can’t get him out of my head” she sobbed.

Lola and Tien sat in their usual spot on the edge of the balcony with their legs dangling, they were situated on the tallest tower that overlooked the realm. Tien took a large drag of slap and handed it over to Lola. She frowned and twirled the stick between her fingers, she desired to smoke more than anything but she felt a discomfort and peeked up at Tien. “Does it ever change your perception?”
Tien shook his head “Not since we were kids.”
Lola grimaced “Maybe it’s the human blood running through my veins then.”
Tien slowly turned his head towards her with a crooked brow when a large grin appeared on his face. Lola scrunched up her nose and shoved him “Don’t just read my thoughts and look at me like that!”
He started to chuckle.
“In my defense it’s been years since I’ve been with Arkin and Forrest was - fuck -” there was a cut across her back at the mention of him “he was on my mind.”
Tien’s laugh grew a little louder, Lola rolled her eyes and stuck the joint in her mouth and took a large drag. “Fuck, please don’t ever tell Ark”
Tien boomed with laughter and slapped his knee unable to control his amusement. “So uh nothing at all tipped it off?”
Lola finally giggled and handed him the joint “Honestly, out of anything his eyes were still silver. Forrest - fuck - he looked good with silver eyes, I was really really fucked up.”
Tien took a final haul of his stick and flicked it off the balcony, he blew smoke out of his nose still humored “That’s a kick to his ego” he snickered.
Lola brushed some hair behind her ear and chuckled “I really shouldn’t be smoking this stuff after that. God. Not even a day and I couldn’t even keep my clothes on. I forgot how much this shit makes me go wild. Awe well. At least my mind will wander somewhere else for a bit.”
She sighed and gripped the edge of the balcony as another slash cut across her back. She peered up at Tien “I hate him so much for this.”
Tien shrugged “It’s Arkin” he simply stated.
Lola nodded “I know, and the worse part is I understand the logic behind all of it. As much as I wanted to fight back, I just...with Arkin it’s never worth it. He sees more than any of us could imagine. It would have just made things worse. Besides, I’d rather suffer in pleasure than in pain.”

The euphoric high had fully taken over. She stood now on the roof of the tallest tower of the castle and she hung onto the tip of the pointed roof for support. She gazed upon the realm in joyful excitement, finally feeling the relief that she was home despite that it was heavily influenced by slap. The world seemed more vivid through her hazy violet eyes, dreamlike as though she could step off the roof and float away into the Tenebris sky. She thought of nothing but her sole mission, to jump off the tower and see how long it would take her to heal. She was nervous, her body was no longer accustomed to such an ability. Every bone she’d broken had taken weeks and heavy medication, to be able to recover naturally or to withstand such a fall was thrilling.
She took a breath in anticipation and wiggled her toes as she peeked at the ground below her. She would land in the courtyard, if she was lucky she’d land on a patch of grass but it was mostly concrete.
Her eyes shot up when a crow soared in front of her and danced around the tower. Lola watched the creature for a moment, the desire to fly twitched at her fingers though she knew she could never do it. Finally, she let go of the tower and pushed herself off. At first she watched as the ground became closer before she turned herself over and gazed at the stars as they became more distant. The fall felt eternal in a sense as though her body ticked with the realms everlasting hours. The wind whipped at her back, she felt free and infinite. She extended her arms out to her sides, closed her eyes, ready to crash when instead a set of arms caught her. Her eyes fluttered open to what seemed to be Forrest at first, but she noted the silver and the face became Arkin’s.

“It would take you three weeks to heal from that.”
Lola curled her body back and exasperated “Oh come on Ark, that’s not so bad!”
He set her down on her feet and chuckled “Considering I’m throwing a party for you tonight, it’s bad. I’d rather present you in one piece.”
“Party for me? You mean an excuse for you to snort fairy dust.”
He grinned at her and wrapped his arm around her shoulder as they started pacing around the courtyard “Since when do I need an excuse for that?”
Lola shrugged and pulled out a slap joint from her dress pocket and lit it. She took a large drag and huffed as she spaced out. Arkin took it from her and took a drag as well.
Lola glanced up at him in surprise “I thought you stopped smoking centuries ago.”
Arkin shrugged “I did, got addicted while you were away though. Things got a little...rough.”
“Care to elaborate?”
“It’s not worth clouding your mind” he simply stated.
Lola grabbed his hand from her shoulder and made him twirl her. He beamed at her as she dropped their intertwined fingers to their side and continued to walk “Well, I missed you too” she chimed and leaned into him.
“I said things got rough, not that I missed you” he teased.
Lola dropped his hand and shoved him “You’re such an jerk!”
Arkin chuckled, he then wrapped an arm around her waist and lifted her off her feet. He threw her over his shoulder with ease “Yup!”
Lola kicked her legs awkwardly “Arkin, what the hell? Put me down!” she pounded at his back but he continued to snicker as he walked without saying a word. Lola tried squirming her way from his grasp but he had a tight hold. "What are you doing" she laughed in continued attempt to break free.
Finally, he came to a stop. Lola peeked up and glanced at her surroundings. “Arkin, don’t!” She curled herself into him and closed her eyes as he jumped up and suddenly she was underwater. She felt him let go of her and she swam up to the surface and splashed water at him.
“Why?!” she laughed and brushed some hair from her face.
"Because, I did miss you."
She splashed more water at him and giggled "Lovely, good to know you jackass." She swam over to the edge of the pool, she pushed herself up and sat on the edge. He swam up to her and she kicked some water in his face and he splashed some back at her. They both laughed in childish amusement. He then lifted himself up and sat on the edge next to her. Lola watched him through eyes of admiration at the undoubtable realization that his absence had been a strain. His constant presence in her life was something she was accustomed to. Though at times things were difficult, she couldn't deny the odd sense of comfort, he felt like home. But she grimaced when his face pulsed between his and Forrest’s, and slash cut once again across her back. She nearly fell into the pool it was so excruciating but Arkin placed his hand on her abdomen stopping her from doing so. She looked up at him uneasily but he did not meet her gaze as he stared up at the Tenebris stars. She hated him for this torture but the resentment pointless. She understood Arkin better then anyone with the exception of Tien. The tactic was for her own good, she would never see Forrest again and he had undoubtedly tainted her soul even further in their short time together. She shook her head, wallowing over a lost love was useless no matter how much it hurt. After all, she belonged to Arkin. She had since her two hundredth birthday when she, slightly unwillingly, took the Hunter’s oath. She would be his until her soul was released, though she knew the unfortunate truth. She sighed as she rested her head against Arkin's shoulder, he wrapped his arm around her and she shoved aside all thoughts of sadness when a new high arose.

Dialog: #000066
Location: SW Tenebris
Jason lunged towards the portal but it disappeared in an instant. He rolled on the grey sands of the Tenebris beach and gazed in frustration at the familiar purple sky. He had seen it’s magnificent stars only a couple times during his imprisonment, each time through the windows of a palace tower. Although they were breathtaking, they emitted a rather bizarre energy, an odd mixture of divinity and evil.
He slowly sat up and dug his palms into the warm sand, for such an eerie realm this place was surprisingly humid. Aside from the sapphire waves crashing next to him, the realm was as peaceful as he remembered. It was as though all residents of the realm were soundly asleep and any movement would disturb the odd tranquility.

He brushed a hand through his hair and shook his head. “Fucksakes. Fucking bird. Fucking scroll” he stated bitterly and got to his feet. He brushed sand off of himself and stared at the empty space where the portal was with the realization that his mother had dragged him here. He glanced over at Forrest feeling perplexed, their mom was dead, he was sure of it. He concluded that her apparition was an illusion from the realm. It was merely a trick to get them here, though aside from the dragging she lacked conviction, not that she even bothered to explain. He shook his head with the desire to shove all thoughts of her out of mind but the burdening sorrow of the realm forbid it.

Images from his youth fluttered through his head. He felt a tare at his heart and gripped his torso in surprise. He found himself encompassed by a very specific memory. He felt his former anger, his rage and lack of control. He saw his mother’s face, pleading and begging for him to calm down but the demon he withheld was frenzied. Since Sapphire’s passing he had lost all angelic control of his temper and had gone on a rampage. Not even his mother’s pained face of plea could stop him from the horrifying act of burning her alive.

He dropped to his knees as black tears began streaming down his face, of all his regrets the realm decided to mock him with his most burdening. He watched once more as she became engulfed in flame, her misery...the murder. She fell to her demise and at the time he had not even flinched. What was going through his head for him to feel no remorse for the lost of his mother? She was a woman who loved her sons more than anything and he had no sense of grief at the time for doing what he’d done. Though she was tortured by the flames he recalls sensing a kind of understanding from her, something he had never been able to comprehend, this frustrated him. It was as though she wanted to die, despite her pleas for him to calm down she accepted her fate as though she had been expecting it. He didn’t even try to save her, it was like he was locked into place, shocked by his own doing and feeling any compassion fading. Why she had been there that day during his latest arson never made sense, she didn’t have to die but he also didn’t have to kill her. He had gone berserk, a hate so unimaginable. He had never let himself lose control like that ever again until it came to the assassination of his father, even then he was more logical.

His father, all the beatings and the torment. Being told he was a worthless abomination, a spitting image of his mother’s bloodline. He was a failure, a disappointment to his father’s expectations since the moment he was born. The desire to kill himself surfaced again. His life had just been a hollow shell of misfortunes. The beast he referred to as dad had a point, he was nothing. An insignificant speck that he could never dust away. A man who rebelled for the sake of pissing everyone off. Weak...useless. He couldn’t even save Sapphire from his wrath. The most innocent and pure being, he loved her so dearly but he had failed her and their unborn child...The last shred of happiness ripped from him as she was torn in half before his eyes.

His world had taken a dark turn that day, the divinity in his life shattered and the suppression of evil arose. An undeniable truth was confirmed, he never deserved any good, fate had never been kind nor was he worthy of its generosity.

He was damned from the start. He recalls all the torture Lola had caused him, the misery she had inflicted to cleanse. As the years went on, she grew ever more frustrated. It seemed as though the black ink on his soul would never be removed, in fact it became darker. Though she deemed he had regained his innocence, he saw the look in her eyes, he would never be purified.

When he had returned to earth he felt the sorrowed burden of Tenebris lift but anger swept him again. The supernatural war had begun and he quickly returned to his old habits of arson and murder. It was so easy to fall into old habits, the satisfaction from another’s pain was exhilarating and besides, he could never be saved. Demon’s blood pulsed through his veins, though he was not one on the surface, his soul was wretched.

Like everything else in his life, it was no wonder he lost her so easily...


A ringing sounded in his ears. He sat back on his knees and stared up at the stars through his black stained eyes. With all his might he had done everything to push her away, to hide his feelings of true desire towards her. All because she was a human. He refused to let himself love the most exhilarating beauty he had ever met. She had made him feel alive, beyond lustful enjoyment that he had not recognized until this moment. She was so unique and tortured. He wanted nothing more than to protect her and he failed at the simplest task. His time with her had been cut short, he had not enjoyed it to the extent he should have all because of fear and anxiety.

He didn’t save her. Once more, he let his dark fate rip away another love.

The bloodlust of the hunter’s had clouded his judgement so greatly. He saw the way his brother looked at the redhead, no way could he have stopped her. He should have just gone after Lola. Lola. He ripped the sand in frustrated anger. He had stopped her before, she had been a human, he could have stopped her again but he was too late. He saw Vitane’s body go limp before his eyes, the image replayed a dozen times over, each occurrence more agonizing. He hung his head and squeezed his eyes trying with all his might to brush it away.

Finally, he growled and shook his head. He felt broken and dead inside but he knew it was just the atmosphere of the realm. He needed to get home, once again, fight his way out for he refused to die in this godforsaken world.

He wiped his face and took a deep breath. He stared at the watch on his wrist and analyzed the seconds ticking by as an eternity of torment flooded before his eyes. Tenebris had the tendency to make one feel as though its effects were everlasting, though realistically only a couple of minutes had passed. He focused on the hands of the clock as he allowed the images filter through, letting himself suffer through all the wrongdoings of his past until they momentarily faded.

A slight relief washed over him though he still felt sad. At least the visions had stopped. He glanced over at Forrest and got to his feet. He brushed a hand through his hair and walked up to his brother. He extended his arm out and pulled him up. He sighed and glanced around “I fucking hate this place” he muttered “Be prepared, it’s a realm of sorrowed torment or as Lola would say, "a place to cleanse." It’s the gateway between Heaven and Hell. Pleasant, I know.”
He crossed his arms and shook his head “We need to get out of here. I don’t know who dragged us in but I sure as hell hope it wasn’t actually mom. If her spirit has lingered around here for that long, fuck. Where do we even go from here? Do we sit and wait for the portal to reopen or try and solve the riddles from that fucking scroll. I mean Two brothers, they must conquer he reiterated “That can’t be us, fuck Forrest, we’re no heroes, we’re damned beasts. Maybe Death wants a word with us, kill us personally, he rules this realm you know.”

A sudden loud roar broke the silent barrier of the realm, Jason jumped in startlement and his head shot towards the smoky abyss in the distance when a silver dragon emerged. He followed it with his eyes as it soared above them. It’s scales were mystical, the creature seemed at peace and he couldn’t help but gawk at it. He had never seen such a magical creature before, it’s beauty was breathtaking and by no means was it menacing. The beast twirled in the sky as it headed for the grey mountains where it disappeared among thick black clouds. He stared at the empty space in momentary wonderment and then observed the realm. He had never actually been anywhere outside the palace. His resentment towards the world slightly faded as he gazed upon it’s enchanting beauty. The forest nearby was filled with black trees, they swayed peacefully with the warm breeze. Although eerie in any other context it appeared inviting despite the silent whispers that seemed to flood from it. In the distance he could make out a black tower of the Tenebris palace. It was so tall that it could no doubt be seen at any location in the realm. A flock of crows emerged from the forest and danced in the sky, a shudder went down his spine. A murder perhaps? It was odd that he found enjoyment in the omen, this place brought an odd feeling of home and belonging. He shook his head, he hated the thought. Home? He scoffed.

He exchanged a look with Forrest and shrugged “So, what now Demon?”


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Character Portrait: Forrest Carson Character Portrait: Jason Carson Character Portrait: Lola Hart Character Portrait: God of Death / Arkin Winters Character Portrait: Tien Character Portrait: Keaira Character Portrait: Adrian Character Portrait: Ariel Carson
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Location: Palace Bar
“Why the hell did we teleport back here?” Lola complained as her and Tien shuffled their way through the woods. They returned from a hunt, Tien carried an unconscious fairy over his shoulder and Lola dragged an unconscious werewolf by a black rope she had tied around his ankles. Tien turned on his heel to face her and shrugged as he continued to walk backwards.

The tip of Lola's ears twitched when she heard some light breathing. She paused mid step and glanced up. Through a break in the trees she could make out two figures sitting on branches. She pierced her eyes as she observed them, she could have sworn that the being closest to the ground was Forrest. A sudden slash ripped at her back and she fell on all fours. She cursed under her breath and sighed exasperatedly. Tien strided towards her, he extended his arm and helped her up. “He was nearly out of my mind. Fuck, I’m barely even high.”
Tien pulled out a slap stick and continued to walk. Lola glimpsed up again but then shook her head, his presence in this realm would be impossible. She continued to drag the werewolf and paced next to Tien, he passed her the joint and she took a large huff. She flicked the stick to the ground and they continued walking in prolonged silence. They were nearly on the outskirts of the forest when Tien said “Demons be damned, Demons be saved. Black wings of their own, their bloodline gave.”
Lola gave him a weird look “Ookkkaaayyy, what are you on?” she laughed. Tien simply grinned and proceeded forward.

"Lola!" Crisp and sudden, his voice echoed through the silent realm. Lola came to an abrupt halt and turned on her heel in the direction of his call. She felt a lump in her throat, was it truly him? She mumbled “Forrest?” She jolted forward, another slit across her back. She peered over at Tien, he seemed oblivious as he carried on. She grunted, slap was known to cause hallucinations. Nonetheless, she waited for a moment in hopes that she would hear him again but when all she heard was silence, she let out another exasperated sigh and continued onward.

They walked until they reached a circle of trees. Tien kicked one of the trunks, the ground shifted in the center and a set of stairs presented itself. They carried their victims down the stairs, the door closed quickly behind them. They reached the palace dungeon where they placed their creatures in individual empty cells. “See you in a bit” Lola stated and she skipped up the dungeon stairs into another part of the castle.

Arkin leaned on the doorframe of Lola’s bedroom, he admired her as she slipped into her outfit. She peeked over at him and nodded for him to come forward. He strided behind her and zipped up the dress, she turned on her heel to face him. “Too bright?” she questioned and grimaced.
Arkin brushed some hair behind her ear “Nah, you're perfect. Ready?”
She smiled up at him and nodded. He took her hand and they made their way through the castle exchanging a stick of slap.

They arrived at the palace bar which was already populated with hundreds of familiar friendly faces. The music blared from the DJ booth and though the night was young the room already reeked of alcohol. The music paused for a moment and the minotaur DJ that always hosted these events spoke in the microphone ”There she is! Everyone give a warm welcome to our crazy redhead, Llllooollllaaaa!” Lola grinned as her friends cheered, the room resumed with the music blaring even wilder.

The bar flashed for a moment between the ballroom of the Carson mansion and Lola jolted at an excruciating cut across her back. Arkin held her firmly at his side so she didn’t fall forward at the sudden hit. She shook her head and cursed under her breath. Arkin beamed at her and squeezed her shoulder “Come on, Chaos, let’s get fucked up.”
Lola glanced up at him and smiled weakly. She grabbed his hand from her shoulder and they made their way through the crowd. Individuals would stop them at nearly every step to give Lola a personal welcome and a big hug.

Tien shuffled through the party and huffed once he reached Lola and Arkin. He handed her a glass of Dragon’s fire alcohol and they cheered. Lola downed it without hesitation, it burned her throat and she coughed. “My God, I forgot how strong that shit is” she wheezed and giggled. Arkin took the glass from her and set it on a tray of a passing butler. He took her hand and they made their way to the bar. When they reached the counter Arkin signaled three to the vampire bartender. Tien and Arkin stood on either side of Lola as the mixologist laid out nine shot glasses. He poured three different alcohols, a shot of Siren’s Sea, Leprechaun’s Luck and Kappa’s Kurse. Lola grabbed the shot of Kappa’s Kurse and glanced over at Tien then Arkin “Bottom’s up” she cheered, they clung their glasses and downed the liquid. They did the same with the following two shots, Lola winced after each one. They all burned her throat in a different way, she scrunched up her nose and hiccuped. She turned her back to the bar and leaned with her elbows propped up on the counter to observe the party. She peeked back when the bartender laid out three more shots, one for each of them.
Lola gave Arkin a look “Just tequila” he grinned.
Lola laughed “Oh, like that’s any better!”
He brushed her hair aside and sprinkled some salt on the dip of her neck. She looked over at Tien, staring at him blankly as Arkin licked the salt from her body and downed his shot. Lola glanced back over at him and gave him a small smile. She took her beverage and said “I prefer to drink it straight.” She cheered with Tien and they slammed back the alcohol.

Lola was already feeling woozy, the music pumped loudly in her ears. She took an uneasy step forward and giggled. Arkin grabbed her arm to steady her and she beamed back at him “Clearly, I’m not used to this anymore.” He smirked at her and they made their way towards a booth. They scooted in, Adrian and Keaira came to join them. Lola sat on the edge of the booth so that she could hug and greet all those who came to welcome her home. Her words began to slur as the minutes ticked on. Her sight was hazy but she felt perky and energetic. A butler came by and set a tray of fairy dust down on the table. Lola passed it to Arkin who was sitting next to her. Arkin gave her a look and handed it back. Lola hesitated, she was already so blitzed from slap and the alcohol. Arkin nudged her arm with his elbow, she rolled her eyes and leaned her head down. Arkin took a hold of her hair as she snorted a line. She craned her neck back, she closed her eyes and gave her head a shake taking in the sweet pleasure. Arkin took the tray from her and everyone at the table followed suit, each snorting a line of dust.

The effects of the fairy dust were almost immediate. Lola felt completely wired and she started talking excitedly unable to control her mouth as she spoke. Everyone else was in a similar state, laughing along and talking hyperly. Lola bounced up and down in her seat, her pupils completely dilated. She tuned into Arkin who spoke in energetic excitement when a butler came by to drop off more alcoholic beverages.
“And these girls were just threatening Lola. I mean all three of them were psychotic. Lola’s just standing there giving them this face.” Arkin mimicked Lola’s unimpressed expression, he resembled her considerably. “She waves her hand and just fucking extracts theirs soul and tosses them to me. Their bodies fall limp, she just glances over at me and goes ‘Did you know fairies have jealousy issues’ Classic.”
Lola laughed “Oh come on Ark, you wanna tell a soul sucking story I got a better one for you." Lola took her Dwarven beer and chugged about half of it. She hiccuped setting the glass down and continued "Okay so get this, Arkin and I are like what, one-twenty-three and one-twenty-six? Anyways, we snuck into Immortuos, the Realm of the Undead, highly forbidden. We’re at this bar, absolutely fucking ripped. This guy comes up to me, says he recognizes me from a different realm. Tries this whole sweet talking, clearly wants to take me home. I say no, he starts to get aggressive. I turn off my allure and he keeps trying to pursue me. I keep telling him to fuck off. Finally, Arkin who was off flirting with some barmaid swings by. He’s slurring his words telling this guy to piss off or else he’ll smash his face. This guy scoffs and starts threatening Arkin, then he proceeds to grab my arm and pulls me towards him. No hesitation, Arkin just grabs this guy by the back of the head and smashes his face into the counter. A bar fight breaks out, over a dozen people get involved. End result, Arkin and I extracted-
“Three hundred souls!”
“Don’t exaggerate, it was fifty-two”
Arkin laughed “Completely illegal nonetheless” he noted and kissed her on the cheek.
Lola giggled and sipped her Dwarven beer “Remember the beating we got?”
Arkin groaned “Man, my dad was so pissed at us for going to that realm!”
“And the mess we caused”
“We were tortured for a month after that. On top of it all, he had to sign a peace treaty with the king of the realm. Lola and I were banned from visiting until we were five hundred.”
“How did you guys even extract the souls if neither of you were Hunters” Adrian asked skeptically.
Lola lifted a brow and replied as if the answer was obvious “How do you think we got in the realm? We stole one of the gems.”
“You didn’t go with them?” Keaira nudged Tien.
“Nah, Tien used to tare up the realms with us but Ariel was too good of an influence on him!”
“That, and I didn’t care for the beatings” he chuckled and took a large drag of slap.

Lola leaned over Arkin and grabbed the stick from Tien and took a puff. Arkin settled his arm around Lola and a butler came by with another set of shots. Arkin grabbed one off the tray and casually dropped it between Lola's breasts. “Mind your manners, love.” He grabbed the glass with his mouth and threw his head back as he downed it. He slammed the glass on the table “Never” he grinned and kissed her hard on the lips. Lola leaned back in attempt to break free, the upper half of her body completely off the booth. Arkin leaned with her keeping a firm hold on the small of her back. She placed a hand on his torso and awkwardly turned her head. "Arkin" she mumbled and nudged. He hovered above her and crooked his brow as he noted her discomfort. They sat up and Lola recomposed herself. She exchanged a look with Tien, she knew all too well that he was reading her anguished mind. She turned away slightly, she shifted her gaze towards the party and took a sip of her beer. Arkin moved his hand and intertwined his fingers with hers, Lola glanced over at him. Her mouth twitched slightly as they locked eyes, through the haze of drugs she felt uneasy.

A flash of memories filtered in her mind.
At first it was a simple yet blissful image, Forrest taking her hand and kissing the back of it.
Then she saw herself propped up naked on top of Forrest, grinning at him and he at her. She leaned forward and touched the tip of his nose with her own “I could stay here forever” she whispered.
Another, they sat in his shower, his arm around her as they cuddled close. The ceiling of the shower was all rain jets which gently soaked them. Lola leaned closer into him and closed her eyes, she indulged in his comfort.

Arkin grimaced when her face became grieved and she jolted into him, another slit on her back. She could feel him exasperate as he averted his gaze, sipped his drink and looked away.
The room had become warped, the mixture of drugs gave Lola a weightless feeling. A butler came by and placed another tray of fairy dust in front of her. She snuffed up a line without hesitation to wash away her sorrowed discomfort. A sudden pulse of adrenaline and rush of excitement tickled her veins. Numerous friends filtered by to give her a hug and welcome her home. It was in that moment that she realized how lonely she had been, how much she had longed. The thought of Forrest crept up again, of course a large gash exploded on her back. He had fulfilled the loneliness, with him she didn’t need the drugs, the false love or the hundreds of familiar faces. Just him, that was enough. The high he gave her was something incomparable to the substances of Tenebris and to the way she felt about anything, really. Though in this moment she was content and hyper, it was unnatural. Admittedly, she felt lost and hollow. Through her plastered state she smiled, she buried the ache in her chest as she accepted her former reality, this world was not what it used to be. For the comfort of home was no longer enough, her world ultimately felt like nothing without him.

Dialog: #000066
Location: SW Tenebris
Jason shoved his hands in his pockets and groaned. The shredded pants he wore, which were his only article of clothing, were empty. He had left his cigarettes in his jacket pocket of his suit, he grimaced “Yea, I don’t have any.”

There was a loud crash above and Jason craned his neck towards the sky. The black clouds from the mountains had crept overhead and suddenly they were rained on by lime colored drops. One landed on his cheek and sizzled. Jason clasped a hand over his face “Mother fucker.” His skin tore beneath his palm, he retracted it and observed; His hand had also burned from wiping the drop.
”Get to the trees!” Forrest urged. Another splatter landed on his bare shoulder and ate away at his skin. Black blood boiled on the spot and he began to hurry. He felt Forrest shove him ahead as he strided quickly for shelter. “Fucksakes, Forrest, I’m going!”
He plopped down under a tree and grimaced, the clouds literally dissipated the moment they took cover. Forrest ran to his side and concerningly observed him. Jason shoved him by his shoulder, he felt uncomfortable by his closeness “I’m good, I’m good” he reassured. He brushed a hand through his hair and cursed under his breath. He observed his shoulder, there was a large gash covered by hardened blood. It healed but very slowly, he grunted, his face probably didn’t look much better. He gave Forrest an uneasy look and grimaced.

“You realize we have to solve this ludicrous prophecy-crap now, right? We can’t just leave when we’re already here. This thing was delivered to us by mother! That alone should make you want to figure out what the hell is going on here. I want to know why the fuck it suggests us in this thing and what exactly all of this means. The part about the world with new magic? Clearly it was implying this deranged realm.”
Jason’s face became skeptical as he pierced his eyes at his brother “Forrest, as far as I’m concerned, that wasn’t mom, okay? That was some sort of bullshit illusion from the realm to drag us in here. Clearly they’re trying to mess with our heads and obviously it-” He broke off when a group of hybrid snake-rabbits bounced from behind a set of trees. Jason met Forrest’s uneasy gaze and tensed up as the creatures approached. He slowly stood as Forrest did and watched when his brother attempted to conjure his fire. He braced himself but the result left Forrest looking slightly foolish. He wanted to snicker at his struggle, but he was overwhelmed with a feeling of concern.
Forrest then proceeded to pursue his shadow manipulation, Jason watched him carefully and grimaced when the result was the same. He opened his palm and concentrated in attempt to conjure his own fire or even lightning but neither presented itself.
He felt slightly panicked and clenched his fist at the horrid realization. He was not only stuck in this realm but he didn’t have his magic either. He peered over at Forrest when he whispered ”It looks like we’re powerless here….. Are we mortal?”
Jason dropped his hands and furrowed his brows. He gave his head a shake and mumbled “Fucksakes. We’re so fucked.” He brushed a hand through his hair, he was peeved and concluded “There is no prophecy, they brought us here to kill us.”

Jason crossed his arms and observed the hybrids. They had broken out into a fight amongst themselves. He scoffed at the ridiculousness, but he was quick to follow Forrest’s actions when he started up a tree. He climbed up the black Oak closes to him, continuing until there was a break in the trees and he could see the realm. He sat with his back to the trunk and dangled one leg over the edge of the branch as he observed in silence at the mournful world.
A crow soared in front of him and landed on the tip of the branch. Jason lifted a single brow “I don’t suppose you open a portal?” The bird squawked at him, it inched closer, tilting its head in odd curiosity before it fled. Jason grunted and leaned his head back against the trunk and watched the stars. He couldn’t understand how there were residents in the realm. Never had he been one for emotions but this realm seemed to amplify all that he had suppressed. His heart ached for matters that he usually brushed off. He sighed in irritation and closed his eyes, he longed to wake up in his room when he opened them again.

A couple hours passed and the sound of rustling below had Jason open his eyes. He grumbled to himself at the realization that he was still in Tenebris. He glanced over, he lost balance and slid off the branch. He caught himself with one arm and dangled for a moment “holy fuck.” . His heart raced in panic, he swung his other arm to grab hold of the branch. He pulled himself up and sat with both his legs dangling on one side. He caught his breath after a moment and peeked through the clearing, he could make out two individuals; one had white hair with grey streaks, he carried a body on his shoulder. The other was dragging an unconscious werewolf, he could see the red hair so vividly. He sighed irritably and shook his head, he recognized the duo almost immediately. He thought it best to stay in place, the last thing he wanted was to get captured. He refocused his attention to the Tenebris stars and waited patiently for Forrest to wake up.

When he saw Forrest descend, Jason did the same. He landed on the balls of his feet next to his brother. His legs bent awkwardly and he winced, his body could no longer handle falling from such heights. He grimaced, he hated feeling weak.
Forrest spoke in odd excitement ”Jason, I just remembered something really important that could be a clue!”
Jason crooked his brow and crossed his arms “Oh wonderful, what is it Shaggy?” he responded sarcastically. Then he could hear Tien speaking so clearly in the distance “Demons be damned, Demons be saved. Black wings of their own, their bloodline gave.” Jason scoffed and glanced over at Forrest, “Is everyone here crazy?” He huffed and was about to ask a sarcastic question but Forrest’s eyes darted off when Lola responded. “Forrest” he said calmly “Think carefully.” But his concern was ineffective, his brother had already bolted towards the redhead. Jason groaned “Yeah okay, great idea Forrest! Fucksakes.” He shook his head and brushed a hand through his hair “Yup, follow her all you want. Go to the castle. Fantastic idea.” He continued ranting as if Forrest was still standing in front of him “Let’s solve this riddle Jace, oh shit wait a second is that Lola. Holy hell it’s almost as if she lives in this fucking realm. No kidding, who would have thought. Yeah well you can go after that lunatic and I’m going to go, in this direction! Far away from their bullshit. So have fun, Demon! Fucksakes.” He began walking north, he shoved his hands in his pockets and grumbled to himself in frustration. He craved a cigarette more than anything, the addiction was gnawing at him.

He wandered through the forest for a while until he came across a clearing. The opening looked upon a field of black lily’s. He stared at the landscape, the smell was intoxicating and inviting. He crouched down and analyzed one of the flowers, although colorless it was magnificent. “Huh” he mumbled and picked the flower, it dripped with black goop as he grazed it with his finger. A large grin appeared on his face when he noted that this plant was slap. He had seen all the Hunter’s smoking a black stick, for each visit, Lola was rarely without. He recalls seeing the shift in her mood, from glum to unnaturally elated. He had heard much about this drug, the residents of Tenebris were notorious for using it. He knew of ways to consume the flower, from smoking, to injection, to drops and to eating. Jason glanced around at his surroundings What’s the worse that could happen? he thought. He stuck the flower in his mouth and chewed; The taste was surprising, a mixture of his two favorite flavors, chocolate and coffee cake. He swallowed the substance and felt as though the liquid was sticking to his throat. He coughed in his hand and black ooze painted his palm. He winced and swallowed again uneasily. He stared at the ground ahead for a long moment until the discomfort eased. He glanced around at his surroundings, he let out a heavy sigh and began wandering through the field. He walked until he was in the middle of the area and lied down in the bed of flowers with his arms behind his head. He gazed up at the Tenebris stars in awe awaiting for the effects of slap to take over.

At first it felt odd, his body became immobile but ultimately he felt weightless. The sorrowed burden seemed to clear its shade as the minutes ticked on. There was a tingle in his finger tips and suddenly the realm seemed much brighter. The stars more vivid, the purple sky radiating in beauty. It was as though he could hear everything, from silent whispers creeping from the forest behind him to the roar of a crowd having the time of their life. His eyes became glazed, the blue turning a darker shade until they became black. He suddenly remembered his happiest moments and for the first time in his life he was encompassed by euphoria. He saw him and his brother reuniting after a hundred years apart at Woodstock. The vision so vivid in his mind, it was in that moment that all the burden and hardships seemed to vanish, being reunited with his blood. They drank, they snorted fairy dust and wooed all sorts of women. They partied and bonded like never before, both having emerged from dark places it was odd that they were so at ease. No matter the hardships, it was as though fate was finally smiling upon them. He recalls sharing a joint, he and Forrest laughed for hours catching up and sharing stories of their adventures. Jason started to chuckle at the memory, a blissful unnatural high taking over his body. He slowly sat up, finding energy in his bones. He glanced around, the flowers were vivid in color, shades of blue, purple, green and pink. He picked one and analyzed it curiously. He glanced back at the forest, the trees were a bright evergreen, the realm seemed so colorful and alive. The warm breeze was comforting and he felt infinite.

Maybe time stood still or maybe it zoomed by, he couldn’t tell for it seemed irrelevant. He felt at ease and his vision was hazy. The world around him seemed to pulse, he admired in blissful silence. But there was a break in the calm when a whisper said his name. He glanced around in mild confusion, the wind called in a familiar voice. He rested on his palms, listening intently as he waited to hear it again. Minutes passed of continued silence, he was sure it had been a hallucination. He lied back in the flowers, only to bolt upright once more when his name was once again called. He pierced his eyes, searching. His name was being repeated, it was sorrowed and there was a hint of betrayal. He slowly got to his feet and glanced around. He felt woozy and brushed a hand through his hair trying to shake off the delusion, though the voice grew louder. He felt like he was dreaming and part of him screamed to break free but he couldn’t wake up. Then, in the distance he could make out a silhouette, walking at a steady pace but quickly approaching. A whip shot before his eyes and wrapped around his leg. He was thrown into the air, he flew across the field and slammed onto the ground. He stared up at the Tenebris sky breathing heavily. Dark clouds formed above, a sudden crash of thunder and bolts of lightning targeted him. He rolled a few times dodging each blow but the last strike nicked his right leg. He jolted and let out a breath of torment. He uneasily shuffled to his feet and put his weight on his left leg. His eyes were wide as he searched for the individual who was attacking him. Then, from behind, the whip wrapped around his torso and threw him to the ground. “Come on” he shouted, his blood pumped with fury. He jumped on the balls of his feet, his leg bent forward awkwardly, he had already forgotten about the electrocution. He gave his head a shake in disbelief, he couldn’t brush off the dreamlike daze despite his adrenaline pumping. Out of nowhere the black whip was heading right for him. He caught it with his hand and wrapped it around his arm, he felt a tug but pulled with great force. The tension of the whip eased but only for a moment. A strong pull and his shoulder was dislocated. He fell forward onto the ground and let out an agonized cry. He propped himself up on his one arm, his heart raced heavily as black sweat beads formed on his forehead. A sudden kick to his ribcage and he was flat on his back. The moon became shadowed as a familiar creature looked down on him. He questioned his reality, her presence was impossible. Ariel grimaced at him, her face became stern and she took a step back. “Get up” she commanded.


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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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Dialog: #6600CC
Location: Dining Hall

Dialog: #737373
Location: Labyrinth
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.

Dialog: #000066
Location: Tenebris Bar
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.


Characters Present

Character Portrait: Vitane Todd Character Portrait: Forrest Carson Character Portrait: Jason Carson Character Portrait: Lola Hart Character Portrait: God of Death / Arkin Winters Character Portrait: Tien Character Portrait: Ariel Carson Character Portrait: Ian McKinley
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Hex Code:#8600A1
Location: The Boar’s Hat

Vitane pulled herself up from her laying position. She felt no muscles strain nor did she fatigue from the jump back to the palace. She wasn’t sure what drew her back exactly, but she was fervently annoyed and she huffed as she stood. She observed her surroundings under knit brows.

She didn’t know this place, so nothing looked familiar. She pressed forward to move, but could not feel her feet moving underneath her. She glanced down to see her bare toes skimming the cobblestone floors. She was floating in midair and she began to panic. She looked around for some way to bring herself down to the ground, but everything she touched her hand passed through with lack of disarray.

Vitane propelled herself forward. She wandered the halls with a rarity of someone noticing her and if they did they always looked away instantly as if frightened by her sight. Vitane was unsure why everyone looked at her so oddly, but she was grateful that no one forced her out of the palace immediately, as she was an intruder.

She explored several different halls of the castle, her desire and curiosity pushing her movements. She had unknowingly wandered back to the only place that was familiar to her. A large hall with black granite tile with grey grout covered the floors and the ceiling. The walls were made of a grey slate and along the walls were large golden columns. The walls were decorated with photographs of The God of Death with other people she did not recognize, but she barely glanced at the images. The pictures were surrounded by lavish, golden picture frames and a few special portraits were adorned with dark red drapes that hung from extravagant golden curtain rods. Around the room, small light wisps traveled in small luminous balls. When Vitane peered into the orbs, she could see flashes of life from the stranger’s soul. With one that passed she could see children playing while the mother happily watched over them, then a flash of change to her being stabbed in an alleyway. Vitane turned away at the sight and roamed farther into the hall.

At the end of the long passage, veered off to the left was an added joint space. It was hidden by more of the same curtains, but Vitane walked straight through them, being led there from the start. She was in a trance now, her eyes had lost what little color her transparency allowed and white orbs stared down at a massive crystal. She did not touch it, merely stare at it for an unknown amount of time. The crystal was planted on a similar golden column and was cradled in gorgeous black leaves that surrounded the gem. The jewel itself was a dark grey in color, perfectly matching the walls of the hall.

Vitane reached to touch the crystal but an attentive hand snatched her wrist and her eyes faded from the bright white back to their original state. She looked up to see a woman. She had incredible golden eyes like Forrest and she shared distinct resemblances to her love, Jason. She immediately felt at ease upon recognizing this. Her posture eased, even though she didn’t feel the movement.

”Don’t touch that.” The woman advised and Vitane looked back at the gem, confused.
”I wasn’t going to…”
”The power of the gem is strong. It is what brings us back to the castle and it is why we cannot wander forever.” We? What did she mean by that? She didn’t look like a spirit. She had form, color, and warmth.
”We have work to do.” She informed Vitane. Immediately Vitane’s brows scrunched together in ridicule. The woman had already turned away, too late to see Vitane’s contempt, but the spirit girl followed, lingering by the woman who walked on two feet and breathed air, yet grouped herself with Vitane. Vitane’s mood changed upon thinking of her state. She looked down at herself. She had been given an ugly dress upon her arrival, but it was the translucent glide that terrified her and depressed her even further. She was dead and it started to settle on her mind. Her chin trembled as if inducing crying, but no tears formed. Yet she howled out in a sob and her body stopped moving forward. The woman ahead of her turned around and came back to her side.
”We need to hurry.” She insisted, but Vitane’s lips were practically adhered to her chin from sadness.
”Oh, child…” The woman said, her eyes softening. She pulled Vitane close to her and even though she could not feel her touch, a warmth surrounded her, enveloping her entire being and taking away any sorrows within her. It was as if she had been touched by an Angel.

Vitane breathed in slowly, her eyes still closed. Her green eyes flashed back to life when her lids lifted and Vitane grasped that she was real again. She looked at herself excitedly, touching her arms and hands, glad to have feeling in her fingers again.

She turned back to thank the woman, but she was gone. Vitane sadly whined, looking around for her, but there wasn’t a trace of her. Vitane’s shoulders slumped. Throughout her visit here, the stranger had been the most comfort she had received. Her mind traced back to the woman and how she spoke. Her words very thought out and polite...Just like Forrest.
And her dark hair swept across her fine pointed cheekbones and gorgeous complexion...Just like Jason.
As if the world had collapsed on her she came to the conclusion that the woman had been their mother. It felt like she had been punched in the chest upon her recognition. How was that possible? Their mother was dead, this she knew. But she had been killed decades ago, if not longer. How and why was she still wandering this realm? Did The God of Death keep her here? Vitane had so many questions, but she wouldn’t get any answers today.

Vitane stared at the ground, trying to comprehend how she had died.
She tried hard to remember how or what had happened, but everything was a blur. She couldn’t recall anything of importance, just her longing for Jason.
Her heart would have stopped if it had been beating. She felt as though she’d been away from him for eons and the ache in her chest begged to be touching her love again.

She was drawn away from the room; like a dust-bunny lured into the hose of a Hoover, she was sucked away. The world around her obscured and obstacles smeared together from the pulling of whatever this force was.

She arrived and was spit out, her limbs swayed forward and her body held the characteristics of Jello. She wobbleed on her new feet and steadied herself with her arms stretching outward to either side. She breathed a sigh of relief. The energy had been so strong that it had scared her. Again she had felt incredibly vulnerable and like a pipe cleaner she twisted and bent to the gem’s desire. But it seemed like she had been the reason she had materialized here.

Vitane had been placed outside of a clothing shop. She watched Jason enter and her eyes brightened seeing his face again. She nearly melted, but she followed after him. She slowly opened the door inside to surprise him, but the moans tumbling down from upstairs turned her excited features into that of shock and bewilderment. She instantly became infuriated and stomped out of the store, slamming the door behind her as hard as she could - which wasn’t much for a ghost.

Vitane huffed to herself until she came to a tavern. A wooden sign hung above her reading, “The Boar’s Hat”. She scoffed and pushed open the door. It was dimly lit inside and the darkness outside didn’t help. She passed a table that had a vacant seat, but a foaming cup of beer held the spot for the assumed person in the bathroom. As she passed, the other two at the table had started up a conversation deep enough that they had turned their chairs to face each other rather than sit underneath the table.Vitane swiped the large pint without notice and began chugging as soon as it was in her grasp. She continued to walk until she found a wall that was scare of people and light. She leaned against it and propped her right foot up. She held her glass on her thigh and her head fell back against the wall, staring at the ceiling.

What the hell had she just witnessed. Well, thankfully she hadn’t completely walked in, but she felt so scorched. She had no heart, but her emotions gnawed at her. Had he already gotten over her? She wasn’t sure when she had died, but it didn’t feel like that long ago. She wasn’t certain, though. She sighed heavily and looked back down and stared at the beer bubbles that ran to the surface of her glass. Her heart felt heavy, but she had no real way to express that emotion. She was underived of tears and she wasn’t going to cryout here, so the melancholy could only be seen on her face. Yet a feeling grew inside of her and the sadness was pushed away to only a slight numb feeling in the back of her mind. Something had brushed away the grief.

The bell on the door clanged loudly announcing a new patron’s arrival. Vitane barely glanced up, but the flash of leather had her eyes following the figure suddenly. A fire built up inside of her and her breathing quickened.
She marched up to the bar and turned Jason’s barstool around to look him in the face.
And she slapped him with all of her might.

Hex Code: #0A0A8E
Location: The Labyrinth

Forrest was tired of this shit. Everyone kept leaving him! Jason had always put him on the back burner and Lola peaced out after his proposal. Arkin didn’t care to share anything when he locked him away and now Vitane had been ripped out of their nonexistent grasp and hauled off to who knows where. Forrest held his face in his hand and it dragged across, his palm resting in his hair and his thenar now pushed against his forehead. What the fuck had he gotten himself into. No. What had his mother done? Leading him to the worst Hell he could fathom. Lola running about with no care or worry of him, but he trudged through acid rain, little weird monsters, a bomb, and he figured there was plenty where that came from. He hesitated moving forward. Was she worth all of this? This torment? He breathed out of his nose. Of course she was.

Back to sliding around. He grunted as he pushed himself on. He came to the center of six jointed hallways including the one to his rear. The one to his very right had cool air expelling from it and it felt nice against his sweaty forehead. The one in the middle smelled putrid and Forrest crossed that one off immediately. The hallway to the left of the middle had a light at the end, but Forrest didn’t trust it. He felt the hallway on the right side of the middle pulling him in, drawing him to it. He realized in his time sitting here deciding he had leaned forward toward that hallway. He leaned back and laughed then shook his head. The hallway off to the very left blared loud music that he somehow hadn’t noticed until his arrival to the conjoining space.

He decided that the cool hallway was the safest bet and it had the benefits of refreshing him from the heat of the realm and the working of his trudge through the labyrinth. He removed his shirt. The cool air was relieving.

Forrest had barely made it 300 meters before another light shined brightly before him. He squeezed his eyes tight.
”Not again.” He complained. The light faded and he slowly opened his eyes.

A hand had swooped down to clasp his cheek and his face twitched when he realized his mother was kneeling beside him.
”Mm - M - Mother?” He whispered, his voice was shaky.
”Yes, my boy.” She cooed and held him lovingly. Forrest tried not to weep, but he had missed her so much. Her death had been the most painful one to endure. Losing a lover hurt him, but losing his best friend nearly killed him.
His breath shuddered and he finally moved his arms to hug her back.

She released from the hug and kissed his cheek then stood over him, watching closely. He looked up at her, curious, but his bones shifted in his leg.
”Ah!” He gingerly bent his leg at the knee then his face gleamed. He quickly felt his shoulder but there was nothing there. This was incredible! She’d given him his healing back.
”Don’t stand up just yet. It’s not immortal healing, but it’s better than nothing.” Forrest looked up at her smiling.
”I am grateful. Is that why you came to see me?” He was starting to understand how the spirits worked in this world. They could travel at unknown times, but eventually they would be taken back to wherever. She wouldn’t be here long, he concluded.

Ariel smiled and offered her hand for him to take. She helped him up and his leg was a bit shaky, but it was much more stable than before. He sighed in relief, glad to be rid of at least one vulnerability.

Ariel looked at Forrest seriously now that he was safely leaning against the wall.
”I don’t have long. But Arkin has Lola in his grasp! I worry for her, for you my son. I fear she is choosing a wrong path. You must save her! Fulfill the prophecy and take your rightful place as a God.”
Forrest looked at her in disbelief. What?
”Is Arkin The God of Death? Is he holding her against her will? Is she hurt? Gods, mother what the hell is going on?! What the fuck do you mean take my place as a God? I’m not right for that and you know it! Fuck the prophecy, I'm only here for Lola!”
Ariel listened to his raving in silence as the white light enveloped her again.
”Forrest, she is the prophecy." Ariel said calmly. "She is one of the quests the prophecy speaks of. You will succeed. I have faith in you.” The light got brighter and he could no longer see around him again, but he stared into the blinding light in a fenzy.
”What does that mean?! What quests?! I can’t be a fucking God of Wrath, mother!” The light departed and so did Ariel. ”Please don’t go.” He croaked.

Now Forrest was even more confused. As if he didn’t have enough questions already. He growled and it turned into a yell. She didn’t tell him anything helpful! He shook his head in dismay and continued to walk down the hall he had chosen.

Not long after, Forrest was surprised with another visitor. He stopped a few feet away from him and watched The God of Death carefully. Arkin smiled and it sickened the Demon. Forrest hated being in the palm of his hand. He looked at Arkin under constant furrowed brows. Forrest scoffed at Arkin’s welcoming into Tenebris. Fuck your realm. He made a bold move and charged Arkin, but he had tricks up his sleeves. Arkin latched a chain collar to Forrest and it drew him backwards. He stumbled and fell on his back. Forrest growled loudly.
”I see you met my twin.” Forrest’s anger halted at this statement. Twin? Was he speaking about Vitane? Not his mother. But Forrest had noticed Arkin’s observation of his healed body. She’d had a brother? A twin? And he was...The God of Death. This epiphany would have knocked Forrest on his feet if he hadn’t already been.

Forrest smelled whatever Arkin was smoking and noted the sweet smell and desirable taste. He hated that a part of him wanted to just get high and forget everything around him. The God of Death continued speaking. Forrest’s face turned angry again when he called he and Jason abominations. Jason had heard that his entire life by their father. He was no such thing!
”Don’t you fucking talk about Jason!” He warned, attempting to stand up but the collar seemed to be on a locking retractable leash and he was stuck in place. This made him angrier. He yelled out, using all of the strength he could muster to attempt to remove this nuisance. Not a budge. His gaze flashed to Arkin now. His eyes narrowed at his monologue. Lovely redhead? Forrest’s face hardened and his gaze was malicious.
”You don’t fucking touch her!” He bellowed. He forced against the collar again, but this time it released and he was allowed up, but as soon as he stood it locked in place again and he glared at Arkin. The blonde god grinned at him and Forrest’s eyes turned into slits.
“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.”
”She’ll never be your’s either!” Forrest screamed so hard that spittle landed on Arkin’s face. He was livid. His mother had been right, it seemed. The God of Death had Lola following him somehow, but the way Arkin described it, it was definitely Lola’s choice. His chest tightened. Another realization that Lola relinquished him with every intent to return here. Had it been for him? Was everything a lie? He held his gaze with Arkin and his eyes began turning black at the edges. Whether The God of Death had taken his powers or not, he could not take away who he was. The cloud of black moved further into his eye as Arkin continued to speak.

”Maybe I’ll fuck your almost fiance again before my next meeting” Forrest raged and his eyes turned completely black. His right shoulder jolted upward as two long spikes produced out of them, then the same with the other. He was preparing to exterminate him, but before he could fully transform and gain back his abilities, Arkin winked, called him Demon like Jason did, released his collar and left. Where Arkin had stood was a shadow replica Jason. Forrest's tail had morphed by now and as the shadow clone lunged for him he swiped with his giant claws. His scorpion-like tail stabbed into the shadow at the same time and the impact dissipated the shadow imitation.

Hex Code: #8E0A40
Location: Palace Bar

Ian wiped a black tear from his eye from laughing so hard. Before he could deliver another comeback he was launched into the air. His hair swayed as he lifted high and then fell back down, nearly breaking their table. Ian slowly sat up, a huge grin present and then he and Tien began laughing together again. Lola chimed in about how she would never sleep with him and Ian was about to argue that point before Tien interrupted and pointed out that she’d said that phrase before, and to Arkin of all people.
Ian had slipped down from the table and taken his seat again but he pointed at Lola when they all laughed together.
Lola began bitching and Ian ignored her due to the new beer arriving in front of him. He nodded at the butler’s nice timing then handed him his empty mug. The redhead left with another complaint but Ian was spaced out and didn’t hear her. Lola pulled him out of it when she stood and left.
”Man, I love partying with you guys.” He smiled then looked down at the now available tray of fairy dust and pulled it to him to take in two lines at once. He coughed and threw his head back, seeing stars in his eyes. He was finally starting to feel the drugs.
Arkin stood to leave and Ian didn’t give him a second glance. He ignored The God of Death and continued speaking directly to Tien.
”You wanna go to a bar?” Ian asked, he was wanting to hopefully see some new faces.
”Nah, I’m good here.” Tien replied, sipping his brew.
Ian shrugged and got up from the booth, straightened his attire and walked away.
. . .

Ian felt a little tug inside of him pulling him to The Boar’s Hat so he shrugged and followed his gut. Upon entering he was intrigued immediately by the back of a head that was covered in blue hair. He smirked and confidently strutted towards her. A man got up from sitting next to the dude she was talking to and Ian took the seat. He ordered a double shot and a beer, then turned his stool around to look Vitane in the eye.

He smiled when she made eye contact with him. She seemed upset, but he loved a feisty woman.

”You make a cute smurf.”

The drink arrived and the bartender handed him the double shot which Ian swallowed then handed the bartender back the glass. Ian wiped his lip then looked over at Jason.

”Is that supposed to impress me?” Vitane asked, a hand now on her hip.

Ian ignored her. ”She your's or do I have a chance?” He joked with a drunken smile. He had no intentions of actually attempting anything, but flirting was never out of the question.


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Character Portrait: Vitane Todd Character Portrait: Forrest Carson Character Portrait: Jason Carson Character Portrait: Lola Hart Character Portrait: God of Death / Arkin Winters Character Portrait: Tien Character Portrait: Ariel Carson Character Portrait: Ian McKinley
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Dialog: #6600CC
Location: Laboratory
Mocking whispers as they fluttered by, the stars in her galaxy were rotating in an obscure fashion. It wasn’t the drugs nor was it an illusion, she had most certainly forgotten something. Worse of all, she had extracted it for later observation and in its place where a star once twinkled was a black hole. What the hell was the purpose of a hall of memories if it didn’t retain even the most significant? Had she poisoned her own mind or enchanted it to forget? If so, why didn’t she leave herself a note stating not to worry and that it was for the best. She huffed in frustration, the only person who may know would be Tien. But if she did this to herself, he would never reveal it. Lola grimaced and finally turned on her heel away from the pestering void. She paced over to the door only to be launched off her feet. One of her memories blasted her onto her back, she breathed heavily and stared up at it with wide eyes. The star was black and threatening as it hovered a couple inches above her face. Lola slowly lifted her hand and touched it.

She was encompassed by the horrid past. Where the star floated now hovered the most frightening creature she had ever encountered. It was slender, black like the shadows, he had no face, just a mouth with sharp jagged teeth. It caressed her face with one of its seven fingers. It hissed as it breathed and her eyes were locked in petrification. She lay on black marble flooring, the walls were out of sight and her surroundings uninhabited. The atmosphere was the coldest she had ever felt, even the Snow Realm known as Nix couldn’t compare to this eerie sensation. They had entered a forbidden realm, their recklessness had made them fearless...and foolish.
“The eternal King’s son” she heard another creature hiss and managed to turn her head to see Arkin lying next to her. His eyes were fixated on the beast in terror. The critter lingered above him with a finger to his heart. Lola wanted to reach out and comfort him as he had done for her. Her agony was over, the demon’s had already slashed her soul with a curse. She stared at Arkin now through pained eyes of guilt, she was too stunned to move. The beast hovered above him like a floating shadow. It swayed as it spoke in its venomous hiss.

A tainted soul derived from madness
The immortal, the infinite status
A Cave, a world, the shadows wander
Two brothers, they must conquer
Trickery working in favor
From the abyss, emerges a savior
A dark crown, the throne, and an eye that is green
This realm has magic that's never been seen

She bolted upright into the present, the dark memory had realigned itself with the other stars. Lola slowly got to her feet, she was breathing unsteadily. She stared up at her galaxy for a long moment, it was a memory from her life that haunted her deeply but why would it present itself today? She shuddered, goosebumps rose on her arms and she finally hurried off in terror. As she exited her hall, she saw Tien walking out of his at the same time. He grimaced at her and pulled out a slap stick from his sweat pants pocket.

“Tell me, what have I missed in the last twenty-five years? He’s different. He’s worse than he used to be, his curse has mocked him since the moment we returned from Maledictum. Is his prophecy coming to life?” Lola questioned. They sat in their usual spot with their legs dangling over the tower balcony. Tien took a large toke of his joint and handed it off to Lola. He cleared his throat, she could sense his hesitation on the subject.
“When you left, Arkin went mad. Granted he’s been that way for centuries but it got bad, Red. I worry your return was a little too late, you should have seen him. Arkin has never been one to rage but he was convinced you’d never come home. That you’d rather die... no matter, you’re here now but he’s nervous, the curse is awakening.”
Lola grimaced and took a haul of the blunt.

They glanced behind them when the balcony door crept open and Arkin stepped through. He seemed flustered as though he had just been through an argument. He plopped down next to Lola and Tien reached in front of her to hand him the slap joint. He took the stick, Lola and Tien watched him carefully as he took a large haul and blew out in exasperation. He glanced over at them with a crook brow and tossed the blunt over the balcony. Lola leaned into him for comfort and he wrapped an arm around her shoulder. The three friends sat in prolonged silence awaiting for the high to take over.

After several minutes, Lola started to giggle, the haze of slap was making her giddy. “If a creature speaks to you frantically in their native tongue, something you cannot understand, would you kiss them or slap them in response?”
Tien and Arkin exchanged a look of humoured curiosity and eyed her to continue. Lola glanced over at both of them with a smile. She looked out into the realm as she said “You would slap them and if they got mad, you would quickly kiss them before they could do anything else.”
Arkin burst out laughing and breathed out “What?”
Tien chuckled and shook his head “You’re so fucking weird” he muttered.
Lola shoved him playfully with her elbow “The power of love, you hold your breath when you are kissed thus causing a daze of confusion, much like when you are slapped unexpectedly.”
“Your point in all this?” Arkin questioned through his chortle.
“My point, dear, is which is more powerful, love or fear?”
Tien and Arkin replied simultaneous though their responses were different.
Lola breathed through her nostrils humored by their replies. “And the tie-breaker?” Tien questioned.
Lola shrugged “Lust is a powerful demon” she simply stated.

She sauntered down to the dungeon carelessly dragging her werewolf victim across the ground. She had just returned from her latest cleansing session which for him did not go so well. His agonizing cries were like music to her ears, she had missed their torment. At the end of the day he should be grateful. With every sin suffered, his purity would earn him light which would go well in court, for he would get a chance at Heaven. She paused outside an empty cell and took a haul of slap in blissful silence. She twirled the stick between her fingers and sighed. She nudged the door open and slid the unconscious body into the cell. “Until later my dear” she chimed.
She skipped down the dungeon hall observing each occupied cell and debated on her next casualty. She wasn’t paying attention to where she was going and nor did she feel she had to, she was presumably the only one roaming free.
But to her surprise, she crashed into a stranger just as she turned a corner. Lola stumbled back a couple steps startled by his intrusion. She slowly looked up at him, her neck craned back to meet his gaze. He was so tall, she felt like a child standing in front of him. His golden eyes gave her an odd sense of deja vu and the way he looked at her now was in awe and confusion. He lifted a hand up to her cheek as if he was in disbelief. Lola’s eyes widened and she brushed off his hand. She stared at him through furrowed brows and contemplated her actions. How did he get in here? Did someone forget to lock his cell? It must have been Keaira, she was notorious for leaving them unlocked. Lola shrugged and through her violet smoke she conjured a poisoned dagger and without hesitation she stabbed him in his waist. She watched as he became drowsy and collapsed to the ground. She grabbed onto his leg, they were encompassed by purple smoke and were transported to her laboratory.

Her lab resided in one of the palace towers. She was the only one in the castle who ever used it aside from her childhood when Eli would teach her ways of alchemy and Noel, the old King, taught her forms of cleansing. The lab was well equipped, it was large and circular. Half of the wall was populated with tall shelves that cut off when the roof angled into a glass domed enclosure. The shelves contained vials, books and five picture frames scattered on different shelves containing fond memories that she could admire while she worked.

One image was of her as a child with her mother and father, it was the only picture she had of her real parents. They all looked so happy, a perfect family portrait and the start to a cruel beginning. Another image was of her and Eli, Lola was around the age of fourteen when it was taken. They were in the laboratory, each holding a beaker, she recalls their names being called out and they both glanced back with grins just as the image was captured. The third picture was of her and Ariel. They sat on the edge of the pool, something they did often together with their feet in the water. Tien had taken this picture, it was candid. The girls, both over the age of a hundred, beamed at each other deep in conversation. The fourth image was of her and Tien. They sat on wooden logs next to each other midway into exchanging a slap joint as they always did. It was a perfect symbol of their relationship, casual, simple and carefree. The last image was of Lola and Arkin. It was her favorite picture of the two of them, it was sensual reflecting the nature of their relationship. It was from an erotic photoshoot they had done together a few decades ago. They both sat up, she on top of him with her thighs on either side of his body. He was shirtless wearing only boxer briefs. She wore a dark purple, satin lingerie dress, the strap dangling off her shoulder. He had a hand on the small of her back and the other on her opposite cheek as to not hide her face in the image. Lola’s one hand was on his waist and the other around his neck. Their faces were about an inch apart, he stared at her lips in lustful desire and she stared at his eyes. There was always something eerie in the way she looked at him, as though she was captivated in the moment in an unnatural but longing passion.

The edge of the shelves also ended where a curved counter began taking up about a quarter of the space. The large surface area had beakers, mortar and pestle, retort, calcinator and other sorts of alchemy equipment. The remaining area was a wall of plants, all unique and in bunches of about a hundred different varieties, specimens from several realms. In the center of the room was an operating table, one could assume it was a lounge chair but the straps dangling at the sides suggested otherwise.

She tossed the stranger onto her operating table as if he was weightless and strapped him into place. She grabbed a pair of shears and cut off his pants and removed his undergarments. She placed a linen over his lower abdomen to his upper thigh. She paced over to a drawer and grabbed a syringe filled with white liquid. She tapped on the barrel and pressed on the plunger to test a couple drops. She walked back over to the stranger, she wrapped an elastic band around his forearm to extract some veins and inserted the needle. He looked as though he had been through an ordeal but with the serum, his body suddenly healed fully of its scars and his hygiene improved as though he had just showered. She removed the band and the needle, she tossed both materials into a nearby trash bin. She stood over him now and observed him curiously. Why did he look so familiar? She gently traced the tattoo’s on his arm with her finger, she bit her lower lip as she pondered in prolonged confusion. She gave her head a shake, slap was making her delusional again. Though she couldn’t help but stare at his peaceful expression, there was a sense of longing within her but why would she yearn for a stranger?

Dialog: #737373
Location: Throne Room
Arkin was leaning against the wall of a hallway flirting with a Nymph from Cantata. She was visiting the realm for the party and had tagged along with one of her Hunter friends. Arkin grinned crookedly at her as they spoke and typical of Arkin, she was now on his lips. He leaned into her and he pulled her closely to him as they made out for a brief moment until Arkin felt a presence passing by. He glanced up from her and politely said If you'll excuse me. he kissed her again before he turned away. He paced up next to Ariel and grasped the back of her neck tightly.
Walk with me Ari he stated in a low voice and forced her in his direction. She tensed beneath his hold but made no attempt to breakfree. They walked into a small ballroom and Arkin unnecessarily shoved her ahead causing her to fall on all fours. He closed the doors behind him and started to pace as he glared at her through furrowed brows. “Are you done yet?” he spat.
Ariel slowly got to her feet and brushed herself off, she scowled at him but did not respond. He closed the gap between them, Ariel took a few steps away from him but she was pinned to the wall and he towered over her.
“You let them into my realm”
“It’s theirs!”
He growled and backhanded her, she lost balance and stumbled to the side with a hand clasped on her cheek. He turned on his heel away from her and paced again “After everything I’ve done for you!” he howled.
“Done for me?” Ariel scoffed and recomposed herself “Everything you’ve ever done has been for your own personal gain dear brother.”
Arkin stopped in his step and glared at her “You are starting a war”
“No, just fighting a battle. You started this war years ago.”
“All I have ever done is protect you!”
“Protect me?! Arkin, I am dead.”
“Because of his fucking child! You are bewitched by Wrath, permanently poisoned by his madness. I have kept you here so you could cleanse, gain repentance and you mock me by inviting those abominations! You are trying to rob me of everything, give the one bastard my throne and the other my love.”
Ariel leaned against the wall and crossed her arms “I am robbing you of nothing, your wretched soul has brought you here. You could have done great things with your throne but instead all you crave is power. As for your lost her eons ago, long before he ever came into her life. You know it as well as me, these things were never yours to begin with. They were granted to you temporarily.”
“You are mocking me of my curse”
“Then break it, you’ve had centuries to do so and yet you lather in its darkness. The adrenaline of war pulses through your veins, your downfall is your own doing!”
Arkin waved his hand, Ariel was suddenly in his hold with his hand around her neck. He squeezed, his eyes turned black with rage. “You’re done here, dear sister” he spat and with a little more force she erupted into a wisp. He stared at the orb in his palm for a long moment before he closed his fist and she evaporated.

After his much need slap session with his best mates, Arkin sat in his meeting room with Lola to his left and Tien to his right. They were accompanied by five of his Hunter’s from the Realm of Aquarius. There was a three dimensional holographic projection of the water realm floating in the center of the table. Arkin exasperated and waved his hand to disperse the image. He sat back in his chair and analyzed their faces “Remind me, how long have you been hunting together?” They all exchanged looks and seemed nervous to reply, Arkin gestured his hand insistently.
The merman in the center cleared his throat “Nearly a century” he responded.
Arkin crooked his brow and reexamined each one of their faces more carefully “And yet the rogue’s in the realm have multiplied. How odd, Queen Sirena is quite concerned. Aquarius hasn’t experienced war in-”
“Six hundred and twelve years” Lola interjected.
Arkin gave his head a nod “Therefore, I could claim that you are all lacking. However, I don’t believe that is the case. You see friends, nothing brings a group closer together or further apart than the threat of one's demise. Something you have all come very close too in your time together. It changes the way we wander, doesn’t it? Makes us more fearful to know that we have vulnerabilities.”
He caught one of the Hunter’s averting their gaze, he grinned crookedly and casually waved his hand. The ruby gem ripped out of the Hunter’s necklace and into Arkin’s hand. He crushed the gem in his palm as easily as if it were putty. The being let out an agonised cry and combust into thin air. Arkin hovered his closed fist over the table and let the sand remains trickle down onto the surface. He sat back in his chair and crossed his arms “Not all your friends are allies” he simply stated.
The Hunter’s all peered uneasily at each other and one even gulped out of fear.
“He was breeding rogues” Tien explained “Greed is a beast that cannot be tamed once it is unleashed.”
Arkin waved “You are dismissed.”
The remaining four Hunter’s nodded graciously and evaporated in their clouds of smoke. Arkin glanced over at Lola who was eyeing the ashes curiously. “How do you always know?” she questioned.
Arkin shrugged “The deceitful are made to fall.”

Arkin paced around his throne room smoking a slap joint to dissolve his frustrations. It had been a heavy day already and the demon was quickly approaching his palace. He worried for Lola to see him again, what if oblitus wasn’t strong enough? He was taking a risk to say the least but it was the final torment before his demise. Besides, what better way to torture someone than have their love hand it to them personally? A guard walked into the room, he lingered in the doorway and cleared his throat. Arkin stopped pacing to face him and gestured him forward. “The Kitsune has arrived, my King”
Arkin nodded “Bring him in”
A very drowsy Jason entered the room at the hand of two guards. He was shoved to the ground and fell at Arkin’s feet. Arkin sauntered over to his throne and took his seat. He set an elbow on one of the arms and rested his thumb beneath his chin with a finger over his mouth. “Welcome, Jason” Arkin unenthusiastically greeted.

Dialog: #000066
Location: Throne Room
He was enjoying the peace, sipping his beer and staring blankly ahead until he found himself spun around. If anything, it felt like a gentle smack on his face though he could sense her attempted force. He blinked a couple times staring at the ground next to him before he slowly averted his gaze to meet Vitane’s raging expression. He brushed a hand through his hair and let out an exasperated sigh, slap sure knew how to fuck with his mind. He leaned back with an elbow propped up on the counter behind him and he grabbed his beer chugging about half of it. He looked Vitane up and down, he gestured and simply stated “That dress does not flatter you.” He set his glass on the bar and crossed his arms as he analyzed her with a crooked brow. He wasn’t sure how to handle her illusion, he had questions, several, such as why was she here and so furious with him? Her anger he could assume, was the result of numerous things, he was a trainwreck of mistakes after all. He didn’t know where to begin, part of him wanted to pull her in and relish her apparition but Tenebris was an unkind realm and he refused to trust any of its good fortunes. Surely she wasn’t one of them, she was here to torment him. Remind him of his wrongful doings, another gift from Death to mock him of his failures. He was completely zoned out as he stared at her, she was beautiful. He had missed gazing into her green eyes and in their short time together she had left an imprint on his heart. He felt relieved in a sense to see her here though she didn’t deserve to wander this hellish place if she truly were dead. He reached his hand out to touch hers, she felt cold and surreal. He observed her pale skin, he pondered what to say and what to do. Apologize? Kiss her? He sighed reminding himself that he was in Tenebris, this was just another delusion to make him feel sorrowed for her lost. He scoffed at his thoughts, he was tired of letting the burden shade his momentary enjoyment. “Go ahead, state your piece, make me cry and be on your way” he flatly stated.
Surely he didn’t have much time with her either before she would vanish without explanation. She wasn’t truly here after all. He dropped her hand and lifted his own to his cheek, he brushed it along where she had slapped him. Finally, he recrossed his arms and stared at her under furrowed brows. He shrugged
“What a wicked high, not sure yet if I regret eating that flower. I mean at least you’re not as forceful as my mother’s delusion. It seems my purpose in this realm however is to get scolded and beaten by my demised loved ones. Interesting form of mockery or tactic, whatever you want to call it.”
He turned away from her slightly in annoyance and grabbed his beer again and sipped the remaining liquid.

The door rang to announce a new arrival, Jason paid no mind until the stranger plopped in the now vacant stool next to him and referred to Vitane as a smurf. Jason’s mouth curled up into a humored grin, he had never thought of that one before. He glanced over at the newcomer when he spoke to him directly “She your's or do I have a chance?” Jason glanced back over at Vitane, a realization of her realism clicked in his mind. He shifted his gaze between Ian and Vitane, “Wait a second.” He jumped onto his feet and closed the gap between them completely. He took her face his hands, he was dumbfound as he stared at her. I mean, she did feel real. Sure she had some dark circles around her eyes and she was cold. He felt at a lost for words and dropped his hands. He fell back down onto the stool with his jaw unhinged as he stared at her with wide eyes. He peered over at Ian and pulled out the black lily from his pocket, he held it in his palm to show him “Are you high as well or is she actually here?” he questioned. He could tell the stranger was completely drunk but what did that matter? If Vitane was truly in front of him why could this newcomer see her as well? Clearly she was a ghost, left here in spite of him or to torture her for whatever reason. He grimaced and gave his head a shake from his bewilderment. “Vitane” he breathed in awe “I thought I’d never see you again.”

The door sounded again, a shudder trickled down his spine. Jason slowly glanced over to see two guards pacing quickly towards him. He bolted up from his seat and stood defensively in front of Vitane. As if that would accomplish anything the guard spat. He had no time to react when suddenly Vitane was pulled away through a bright light. The guard closed the gap between he and Jason. Jason raised his hand to the man’s torso and sent a shock through his body. The guard collapsed to the ground and the other was quick in front of him. He grabbed Jason’s arm, twisted it behind his back and stabbed him in his abdomen with his sword. A growl escaped Jason’s lips, the pain was excruciating even with his ability to heal. He was shoved against the counter and his head was pinned down on the bar. He tried to break free but he could sense another individual assisting the guard in cuffing him. They propped him up and he shouldered one in the jaw. Suddenly, a needle punctured his neck and he was injected with black serum. He felt woozy, his sight grew dazed and he became limp.

He was fully conscious as they dragged him across the realm but he was immobile. He hung his head and his legs dragged behind him. The guards made crude remarks towards him and talked proudly of themselves. He glared through heavy eyes, where were they taking him? To the dungeons? To be tortured again? To be killed? He peeked up slightly through strands of hair and could see the castle through his clouded vision. He wanted to groan, fucksakes he thought bitterly.

The entrance door of the castle was propped open and he was now gliding across the dragon glass flooring. They transported him beneath the arch of the conjoined staircase, through a narrow hall and finally he found himself in the throne room. They shoved him forward and he stumbled flat to the ground. The floor felt cool beneath his cheek and he could sense a presence hovering above him. He heard a door close from behind, he blinked a few times searching for strength. His muscles felt flimsy and out of his control but he was able now to prop himself to sit on the back of his legs. He observed the stranger through groggy eyes as he took his place at his throne and welcomed him.
“In...” he muttered.
“Speak up Jason” the stranger demanded aggressively, his voice was surprisingly low and intimidating.
“In my defense” Jason nearly shouted, he couldn’t feel his lips move and was startled by his own voice. He uneasily cleared his throat and continued to speak “I didn’t want to come here. To this realm, I mean.”
The King chuckled in mockery at him and asked “Then why are you here?”
‘Dragged...against my will, seems to be the theme…” he muttered and trailed off as his eyes wandered across the room. There were large windows to the left side of him draped in deep golden curtains all tucked neatly with black tassels. The throne was on a navy carpeted platform of three steps, it was large in height and unique in detail. The throne was silver, the cushion was black and within the silver metal were designs of skulls and bones. To his left were four portraits in which one in particular caught his heavy eyes. It was his mother, she was youthful in appearance and there was an unfamiliar innocence gleaming in her eyes. She looked beautiful but what the hell was her painting doing here? His eyes shifted to the one next to hers, it was of another woman. She had immortal youth, her violet eyes were captivating and her facial features mimicked that of Ariel. He observed the two remaining portraits slowly piecing together an unexpected realization. His brow crooked and he gazed up at Arkin “Since when” he mumbled and cleared his throat again, speaking seemed increasingly more difficult Since when does mom have a brother?”
Arkin smirked “Precisely thirteen minutes after she was born.”
Jason eyed him in slight disbelief but goosebumps rose on his arms, what the dark elf had spoken made sense to him now. He was part Fallen and not only did his mom have a twin but he was the God of Death. He felt as though he was gaping stupidly and attempted to close his mouth. He couldn’t tell whether or not he was drooling at this point but the haze grew evermore controlling.
“Arkin, is my name” he introduced.
Jason shrugged uneasily “I don’t care” he muttered. “What-what did you do to Vitane? Why is she in this realm...she should...she-she should be in” he breathed “Heaven”
“She spent the last few months of her life clinging to a Demon. Do you truly think her soul is pure?” Arkin retorted.
Jason’s head hung against his will, he forced it up uneasily and locked his gaze with Arkin “Yes” he breathed in almost pleading tone.
Arkin grinned at him crookedly, a look of malice gleamed in his eyes. “If you’re sure. Maybe I should send her to Lola first, to be certain”
Jason felt raged and he growled “Don’t you fucking hurt her” he spat. His heart felt like it was erupting out of his chest at the adrenaline but it was brief. He had tensed up and furrowed his brows but dropped back on his knees in weakened defeat.
“Careful, Demon”
Jason grimaced, the way he called him Demon was venomous and distasteful. It sounded harsh and he understood now slightly why Forrest was always bothered by it.
“Don’t worry, I have special plans for her. Besides, Lola is preoccupied with your brother at the moment. Which reminds me” Arkin whistled and a guard came back in. He got to his feet and gestured towards Jason, the guard strided up to the Kitsune and grabbed onto his arm “Take him to the colosseum dungeon, I could use some entertainment.”
Jason attempted to nudge away from the guard but his effort was useless. He was completely drowsy now, his sight grew blurred. He felt himself being pulled and a moment later he fell into unconsciousness.