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Vitane Todd

"I know everything happens for a reason. I just wish I knew what that reason was."

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

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Nicknames:
Tawni

Age:
25

Birth Date:
December 21st | Sagittarius

Gender:
Female

Ethnicity:
Irish and some Scottish

Sexuality:
Bisexual | Leans more towards men

Race:
Human

Dialogue Color:
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Height:
5'9

Weight:
126 lbs.

Hair Color:
Blue

Eye Color:
Green

Skin Color:
As pale as snow

General Appearance:
Tawni is quite tall and she enjoys that, she also sports an almost too thin frame due to anorexic tendencies. Her hair is a dark blue and goes to the mid of her back. She keeps her bangs swept to one side, but her bangs generally stay tucked behind her ear to keep them out of her face. She exhibits heavy eye makeup, but it is the only type of makeup that she usually wears. Her attire is made up of a darker, more Gothic style. It is rare to see her in an actual color besides neutral colors of grey. She loves fishnets and garters and combat boots and basically any other type of accessory that fits her style.

Ability:
Can stop time, but can hold time still for a maximum of 20 seconds.





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Personality:
Vitane has become a very independent woman. After the loss of her parents when the freaks (as she calls them) started taking over, all she's had is her grandma. She is hotheaded and lashes out sometimes. She can come off as cocky but it's only a cover up from the trauma she's endured. She's grown to distaste most men after dealing with an abusive father and a lover. She trusts warily, but once you have gained her full trust she would die for her friends. Before the takeover, she was kind and giving and always put others first. But ever since everything happened she's been protective of her only living family member and cares only for herself and her grandma.

Likes:
- Music
- Drinking
- Singing
- Drawing
- Bookstores
- Jokes Of All Kinds
- Mashed Potatoes
- Swimming
- Animals
- Anything Cherry

Dislikes:
- Being Late
- Bullies
- Fire
- People Who Think They Are Better Than Everyone
- Burnt Food
- Being In A Large Group
- People Touching Her Hair Or Face

Hobbies:
- Swimming
- Working Out
- Cooking
- Drawing
- Shopping
- Collecting Books

Skills:
- Great Chef
- Amazing Agility
- Drawing
- Amazing Singing Voice
- Somewhat Skilled Fighter
- Reliability

Quirks/Bad Habits:
Temper
Anxiety
Fumbles With Her Fingers
Impatience
Cussing
Struggles With Anorexia
Smoking

Handwriting:
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So begins...

Vitane Todd's Story

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Character Portrait: Forrest Carson Character Portrait: Lola Hart Character Portrait: Jason Carson Character Portrait: Vitane Todd Character Portrait: Riley Kingsley
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Location: Forrest’s Room
Her mouth was dry and she swallowed hard when Forrest stepped towards her. She couldn't believe she had just admitted such a fact, something she had never been able to honestly say prior, at least not in this sense. She couldn’t read his expression and when he lifted her up so effortless she allowed him to, not that she really had a choice. Her stomach fluttered in pure bliss as he wrapped her legs around his bulky torso. She was breathless with her back pressed against the wall. She wrapped one arm around his neck and rested her other hand on his bicep. She loved feeling him, he was so warm and a small moan escaped her lips as he kissed her neck. When he said that he loved her, she felt her heart skip a few beats. She couldn’t bring herself to say it back, not again, and not after the day she’s had. Nonetheless she proceeded to kiss him and allowed the night to take its course.

For two days Lola couldn’t leave Forrest’s side. They would spend all day in bed, getting high, having sex, talking, laughing and living in a daydream. They only escaped when they were hungry and Lola paid no mind to the world around her, she couldn’t keep her eyes off of him. She couldn’t believe he was here with her. Out of all the chaos in her life she had never felt such euphoria and she indulged in every second of it. At night she would fall into a dreamless slumber in his bed only to wake up to his gleaming eyes and his sensual touch, he was so perfect.

On the third day Lola didn’t spend lunch with Forrest. Instead she went over to Riley’s apartment to convince him that she was okay. He had looked tired but relieved as he pulled her into a tight hug. He gave her back her phone that he had found on her bedside table and she returned his bracelet. They chatted on how she’s been but the pleasantry was short lived. They spent a substantial amount of time arguing, he accused her of stockholm syndrome and he refused to hear anything of Forrest. He’d call him scum and state that it was sickening for her to feel this way over a fucking demon. He ended up conjuring two dispel potions in effort to prove a point. After much yelling and fighting Lola downed the first one to try and wash away whatever spell Forrest had her captivated under and to Riley’s surprise it did nothing. He then noted that she wouldn’t feel this way if she had all her memories so as a result she took the other to rid of all the effects of oblitus. She was instantly burdened with a harsh migraine as literally all of her memories began filtering in. For a girl who had remembered every single little detail prior, she felt as though her head was about to explode. She ended up throwing the vial at Riley’s face and stormed out of his apartment without another word.

She didn’t bother telling Forrest that her memories had been restored, instead she lied saying that the migraine was a result of pressure change in the atmosphere. She got high in attempt to get rid of it but it was rather useless, she was out of it for the rest of the day, slightly in shock at all the things she had forgotten. That night and for the following four she had numerous night terrors. The vivid dreams of Hunters, death, her father, Riley, Forrest, and even Vitane haunted her mind. She would wake up every morning out of breath and sweating. To calm down she would take a shower then spend the rest of the day distracted by enjoying Forrest’s company, he eased the pain and his presence suppressed the burdening thoughts.

It had been a week now since her ordeal with the Hunters and the day Forrest said he loved her. Lola rested on top of Forrest with her head against his chest and her eyes closed. She listened to his oddly beating heart and found comfort in his breath. It was about nine in the morning and she had woken up from another hellish nightmare, she had rolled onto him as she tried to relax. His calming aura made everything better and she could lie here forever.

The peaceful atmosphere was disturbed by her cell phone blaring. Lola’s had snapped up in it’s direction “Sorry” she mumbled and pushed herself off of him and onto her feet. She walked over to her purse and pulled out her device and grimaced at the caller ID. She hesitated before she pressed speaker to answer. “What” she answered in annoyance.
There was a long sigh on the other end before Riley spoke in a rather sarcastic tone “Still pissed huh?”
Lola rolled her eyes and walked back over the bed. She sat up against the headboard and rested her phone on her lap “Your damn right I am. What do you want Ri?”
There was a paused “...your birthday is tomorrow...” he said softly.
“Congratulations you can read a calendar” she snapped.
Riley sighed irritably but continued “I know how much you’re dreading turning 25. I was thinking we’d go to Le Matin for brunch like we always do...then go watch some bad movies before we hit the town.”
Lola stared at her phone and bit her lip as she pondered her response “Um...I don’t think so Ri…”
“Come on Ruby, we always celebrate your birthday together and this one’s a big deal for you. I mean the only year I missed it was your twenty-third when you refused to join me on my Thailand trip” he broke off into a chuckle at the end.
“You know damn well why I didn’t go with you!”
“I see you memories are back...how's your head?”
Lola groaned “Look, you know me better than anyone and I can’t believe I have to say this to you but I really don’t feel like talking right now. Okay? Just fuck off, I’ll-”
“Are you seriously still that pissed about what I said about the Carson brothers and Forrest? Fucksakes Lo, you can’t blame me. Stop defending those fucking bastards.”
“Riley for fucksakes, I’m done talking about this”
“What has gotten into you? Fuck, I know you Lola, something is going on with you. You would never put yourself in this situation and I’m still unconvinced about-”
“Goodbye Riley” she hung up her over him and changed her phone to mute, she tossed it onto the ground and sunk under the covers. She grunted irritably, Riley knew exactly which buttons to press to piss her off. She was frustrated that he brought up Forrest again and her birthday. She had completely forgotten that tomorrow was April fourteenth “Fuck” she grumbled.




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Location: Jason’s Room
The week had been dreadful for Jason between hours of pacing and impatiently waiting. The doctor had stated that Vitane had fainted due to lack of nutrition and he would stop by everyday to give her a shot to fulfill her needs. Jason was skeptical considering Vitane had attended every meal but as the days went on, color had returned to her cheeks. It pained him to see her so frail and all he wanted was for her spring up in bed like nothing had happened.

The walls of his room were slowly driving him mad, he needed a distraction and after his scare with the Hunters and Kris he didn’t care to leave his home or dabble in arson. Instead, when he wasn’t obsessively checking up on Vitane, Jason spent his days in the coliseum. The arena had a simulation system that could generate holographic monsters to be physically interacted with. For the first few days Jason focused on healing, after decades of not caring to, he desired to enhance the skill. He’d generate hunters and demon like beasts to attack him and he took beating after beating. At first he nearly killed himself doing it as he’d lie on the dirt ground and stare at the sky in agony. He focused solely on his wounds and meditated to heal them, this became highly beneficial as he gained control of his mind. It was a frustrating process, he avoided shifting to his kitsune form and became irritated hearing the automated voice system saying over and over again Defeated, would you like to fight again? Nonetheless he continued to take the hits and he was getting better every time.

By the fourth day he had almost mastered his skill, with every blow he would heal instantaneously. His regeneration had kicked in on full, his skin was turning into armor and he felt minimal pain. At this point he decided to train in his combat skills. He was light on his feet and able to kill off any enemy that approached him with the system on master mode.

On the fifth day his friends Eli and Zack joined him in the arena to spar. They were eager to fight their friend and both of them enjoyed battling as much as Jason.
“Why are you fighting us in your human form? Eli asked when he and Zack entered the coliseum.
“By improving myself in this form, I will be four times stronger once I’m a kitsune. Only makes sense. Oh, and no weapons” Jason responded, noting Zacks sword.
Dude, I’ll get killed” he protested.
“No offense Zack but your hand to hand could use massive improvement.”
Zack huffed irritably but dropped his sword “Maybe your sword fighting could improve”
Jason grinned “I doubt that”
“I’m surprised you're not sparing with Forrest” Eli stated.
Jason shrugged “He doesn’t need to train, the guy is a tank. Besides, I haven’t seen him at all this week. Not that I’ve been attending meals but I think he’s been holed up in his room. God help us if Lola is in there with him.”
Eli stared at him in disbelief “Lola Hart? Shit man, you let Forrest take Lola? That’s fucked!”
Jason rolled his eyes “I know you’re friends but stay out of it. I don’t care much for her but this can’t be good for either of them. He told me she was comparable to Eevie and that’s concerning. You guys weren’t there but I am not living that nightmare again”
Zack and Eli exchanged a look and Zack couldn’t help but pry “What was so bad about it?” Jason sighed irritably and brushed a hand through his hair “Nevermind that, enough questions, let’s fight.”

After about an hour of messing around they turned the event into a drinking game. With every hit you would have to finish a beer and by the end of it they had each downed about twenty of them. They then hung out in the lounge where they had a few more and played poker until dawn.

Jason stumbled into his room once they left and took a hot shower that made him feel even more drunk. He plopped down on his bed next to Vitane and began ranting about his love for poker and arson and how they came into his life at the same time. He mentioned his mom and how he missed her dearly and then he transitioned to venomous bantering about his dad. He called him a bloody murderer that ruined his life but that he expected no less from a demon. He then referred to Forrest and how he was so different and that sometimes Jason felt like more of a demon, he found it ironic. Eventually he passed out from exhaustion and woke in the evening where he spent the night and the next day pacing and reading Alice's Adventures in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll to Vitane. In between chapters he’d always comment on how Alice was one of his favorite novels and chuckled to himself at parts he’d read a dozen times before.
“It may sound crazy but people who are closed minded about this world need to open their eyes. The realms within this universe are endless” he stated in admiration. He then looked up at Vitane with saddened eyes, his frustration and impatience had subsided. He just wanted her to respond for once so he could shut out his hellish accusations that forever cluttered his mind.

It had now been a week. Jason sat on his bed next to Vitane as he texted with friends about Forrest’s birthday tomorrow. One of the maids had provided him with a new phone, teleporter and had restored his precious jacket. He sat in boxers as he messaged his friends, he chuckled at their group chat as they all discussing their excitement to get wrecked. Between texts he would peek over at Vitane hoping that maybe today she would finally wake up.

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Location: Jason's Room


Vitane felt trapped in a world consumed by darkness. The pain had finally subsided but she would often find herself submerged in a dream world that reflected her past. A simple memory reoccurred behind her closed eyes.

A feeble, trembling hand belonging to nine year old Vitane held a bloodied pair of scissors. Thin lines filled with blood covered her legs and arms. Her eyes closed in the dream and she opened them to see herself in the mirror, now twenty years old. Scars decorated both legs and she was holding a razor blade this time. She was sat on a toilet with the bathroom door locked, on the other side a raging Kris yelled at her to open the door. She wanted to cut down her arms and never wake up again. She had left one Hell and entered another.

She lost count of how many times the memory replayed. But another memory ultimately purged the old one. Her mother's bright and laughing face shone in early sunset light. She ran around the swing-set with Vitane and the two giggled harmoniously. For once, her father looked on them with smiling eyes as he sipped on the bottle in his hand. Vitane hid behind the slide at the park, clasping her hands over her mouth to stifle her giggles. Her mother snuck up behind her and gently tackled her to the ground and the three of them seemed to laugh forever. It was one of the few memories she could look back on that actually made her smile.

After what seemed like an eternity of being unconscious, Vitane slowly started recognizing the world around her again. The sharp poke of her daily shots, the sound of Jason entering the room, and his voice that was so very comforting. He continued to nurture her, keeping conversations with her as if she was able to still reply. If she could, she would have hung on to his every word.

At some point the door to his room opened and he seemed to move things around as he walked through the room. It was hard to piece together why this was until he laid next to her and she could get a better concept of his state of mind. In her head she stored every bit of information he spouted to her in his drunken state. After listening for a while, she concluded that their familial past somewhat mirrored each others. Abusive fathers and loving mothers who deserved better. He later mentioned Forrest and how instead he felt like the demon. She wanted to hug him but couldn't force herself to move, her weak body still refused. But she could also relate to this recollection. She often felt like she deserved such a title for how she acted after losing her parents. And with that thought she needed to remind her future self to thank her grandma for being so patient with her.

Time's essence slipped away and Vitane hated not knowing if it was day or night. Her mind was rather active in the real world but her body still couldn't recoup. This made her angry that she wasn't in control and in her head she yelled at the voice for putting her in this state again. Another night, she assumed, went by and Jason read to her. Vitane loved hearing him retell one of her favorite stories.

More time passed and belatedly Vitane's eyes scrunched together as she moved her shoulders. Her muscles were incredibly stiff; it felt like she had been caked in stone and she was finally starting to break free. She attempted to sit up but her debilitated body wouldn't allow it. She grunted in frustration and her eyelids fluttered open. She glared at her body and propped her arms up to ease herself back to use the headboard to lean against. She denied any help she was offered and sat in silence for a couple of minutes and breathed leisurely while staring down the length of her body. It looked as though she could have gained a few pounds because of her immobile state. The voice in her head whispered faintly, telling her to hurry up and exercise. Frustrated, Vitane yelled back at it in her head.

She peered over at Jason and without saying anything, threw his phone across the bed and just curled herself around his body. This is what she had wanted practically the entire time she had been unconscious, just to feel him nestled against her. She looked up at him from her position on his chest and she smiled thankfully.

"You read Alice just like my mom used to." She raised a delicate arm to hold his face and she kissed the opposite cheek.
"And I don't think you're a demon at all." She had been waiting to tell him how much she appreciated him being there, but as she rested her head against his chest again, she felt like her actions spoke louder than her words ever could.



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The first two nights were utter bliss and it seemed to pass by in mere hours. The demon slept more throughout the week than he had in years. His heart was happy again and at times he felt as giddy as a child with every minute they spent together. On the second night while Lola slept, he eagerly scribbled out each position she lay in on sketch paper and filled in the details when she wasn't shifting. He stored them away before she woke and started on a different piece. He outlined a locket, giving it intricate design. When he was completed he folded it neatly and stuck it into his back pocket for safe keeping.

He woke her showering her with kisses and around lunch time he slipped away to go into town. He went to his regular jewelers where he often would buy sterling silver rings and necklaces for himself or Jason. The bell on the door announced his arrival and a happy demon clasped its hand together from behind the counter. She was the only other demon around that Forrest knew of and in the past, the two had had coffee together. She was grinning from ear to ear as he approached her. He obtained the drawing from his pocket and slid it across the glass counter top and she eyed him suspiciously with a huge grin on her face.
"Something custom, tree boy?" She excitedly unfolded the piece of paper and immediately slammed a hand against her chest.
"Good gracious where do I find a man like you to make me pretty things like this?" She chuckled and peered at him from behind jeweler's glasses on her nose.
"When do you want it by, hun?"
"Preferably this weekend. It's her birthday." He seemed to glow at just the thought of giving her this gift. The blonde demon grinned even wider and stored the piece of paper behind the counter.
"I can have it done by Friday." Forrest beamed and hugged her over the counter.
"I knew I could count on you."
"Well of course you can, hun. I am the best after all." He left her with a wad of cash and returned to the castle around the same time as Lola and the two continued to stay holed up in his room.

He laid in bed Friday morning, sleeping peacefully. In his sleep he wrapped his arms around Lola and nuzzled her. His eyes filled with life as her cell phone rang and Lola politely apologized. He playfully grabbed at her leg to stop her from answering right away and laughed under his breath. He propped his hands behind his head and listened to Lola and Riley's exchange. He was interested to hear that her memories had returned and pondered why she hadn't told him yet, but brushed it off.

"You know, my birthday is today..." He said, snatching her in his arms again and pulling her close and molding her into the shape of his body.
"And we always throw a huge bash when it's anyone's birthday in the house. Pretty much an excuse to party for Jason. But wha'd'ya say we...share a birthday party?" He grinned and kissed her forehead then down her temple before hopping out of bed.
"And I'm gonna start the gift giving a little early..." He said, snatching the manila folder he had filled with drawings of her and placed it in front of her on the bed. He sat at the edge of the bed in his boxers and eagerly nudged it toward her.

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Lola peeked from the sheets with the blanket covering half her face. “It’s your birthday too?” she said softly.

Her eyes grew wide when he spoke about a party, she loved celebrating her birthday despite the fact that she dreaded turning twenty-five. A Carson party was sure to be interesting, especially considering who Forrest’s brother was. She had heard Eli speak fondly of them, he shared stories almost every time they went for tea and she always envied him. Now, one was being hosted partly for her, her eyes sparkled with wild excitement.

When he slid an envelope towards her she sat up in bed. She brushed her hair to the right side of her head and it draped down over her breast and to her navel. She bit her lip and frowned as she took the envelope in her hands “But I didn’t know it was your birthday…” she said in a small voice “And I didn’t get you anything”

She peeked up at him with a frustrated expression “That’s no fair” she said childishly. A small grin painted her face as she traced the envelop with her finger and she giggled. “Doesn’t that mean you’re like three hundred and one years old? That’s just so weird. You’ve lived approximately 12.4 times my lifespan, think about that for a sec.” She scrunched up her nose and beamed at him.

Her mind then began to filter through memories of every gift she had ever received and from whom. As the pictures flashed she slowly opened the envelope and pulled out a stack of sketches, all of her. Her mind zoned in on the present as she gasped in awe. She took her time and admired everyone of them and for once she couldn’t find the words to express herself. She laid them out in front of her on the bed. Her index fingers sat atop of her mouth as she stared at them with adoration in her eyes. After several minutes she found her voice “You...you drew these?” She looked up at him and her face was glowing. “You’re seriously the most remarkable man I’ve ever met.” She lunged over the images and onto his lap. She wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck as she stared deeply into his eyes. “Thanks dear and Happy Birthday” she said softly and then kissed him on the lips. She breathed into him and kissed his cheeks then proceeded to nibble his ear. She brushed her lips against his face until she found his again and sunk deeper into him.
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They had made their way to the floor. Lola lay on top of Forrest propped up on her arms as she beamed at him. “I think it’s time you and I explore other parts of this house, It’s getting a little stuffy in here” she laughed. She rolled off of him and wandered over to his closet and grabbed one of his shirts. She slipped into it, it was so large she was basically drowning in the fabric. She hugged herself and sighed happily “What do you say we freshen up and I meet you for breakfast?”





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Jason’s eyes darted forward when his phone was ripped from his hands and tossed to the edge of the bed. He was suddenly wrapped by Vitane and without hesitation he reciprocated. He pressed her against his chest feeling a mixture of overjoy and relief. He had a million things he wanted to say but her touch made him speechless and his mind raced harmoniously. He closed his eyes to embrace her and opened them again when she kissed his cheek. He grinned ear to ear with a reflection of peace in his eyes.

“And I don’t think you’re a demon at all.” His brows creased, for a moment he had no clue what she talking about but then he scoffed when he remembered his drunken bantering. He was slightly embarrassed and he couldn’t help but wonder how conscious she actually had been throughout the week. He kissed her head and sighed deeply feeling as though a heavy weight had been lifted from his shoulders. He gently brushed a hand across her cheek and chuckled “I don’t know what concerns me more, the fact that you almost died or that you actually heard my intoxicated ranting.”

He held her for several minutes without further comments. He indulged in the relief that she was okay and his mind was for the first time in years, jubilant. He intertwined his fingers with hers and let out a chuckled sighed.

His thoughts then wandered to before she had collapsed, it had been a week and oddly enough, life had been peaceful. He couldn’t help but think about the chaos she had caused in his life since she had arrived, he smiled, he loved every moment of it but concern began to surface. His anxiety returned and his voice slightly quivered as he said her name “Vitane.” He took a deep breath and spoke calmly “Please don’t do that to me again, the doctor said it’s because you haven’t been eating.” He readjusted himself so he could look at her face as he spoke. His brows were creased together with a pained expression on his face. “You’re beautiful, I know it’s probably useless for me to say this, but please eat. This past week has been hell. I didn’t think you were going to wake up. You have to take care of yourself, the thought of you being mortal kills me enough as it is, I knows it’s selfish but I want to enjoy you as much as I can. You’ve made me unexplainably happy and irritated all in one and the thought of losing you, destroys a part of me. ”

He exasperated and sat forward with his elbows on his knees. He dropped his head in his hands and brushed his fingers through his hair. He took a moment to recompose himself but he couldn’t help it as he asked in a low voice “So, who was he?”

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Vitane laughed when Jason expressed his concern over her consciousness. The laugh was pure and warm and she was reminded how glad that she was to be alive. To be able to laugh with Jason and to be able to hold him again. This monster that controlled her thoughts needed to be evicted. Immediately.

With her free hand she traced the faded scars on her wrist. She had hurt herself for too long, and hurt others for too long. She looked up at Jason, a small tear shining in the corner of her eye. She never wanted to worry him like that again, either.

She sat up with him when he began talking again and turned so that she could view him straight on. Her head hung low, though, almost as if she were being scolded like a dog. She didn’t look at him. The strength it would take to even pick up a fork seemed utterly impossible, but she didn’t want to let him down again either. She had to make a choice.

Her brows scrunched together in a sympathetic expression. She wasn’t aware how much she meant to Jason, but it was obvious now how much he truly cared. The tear dripped down and her eyes still stayed low. This was going to be one of the hardest things she had ever done. She would need his help.

”I...I can’t do this alone. I-I want to get better, but I don’t know how.” Another tear dripped and she looked at him now, her emerald eyes filled with sorrow, pain, and regret.
”It’s like I don’t know how to take care of myself anymore. My grandma always took care of me, she would keep an eye on me constantly, even when I went to the bathroom to check if I was purging……..I miss her so much.”She threw herself into Jason’s arms and just held him tight for a while. The closeness helped to comfort her.
”Please...help me.” She hated being so weak and vulnerable, but if she wanted to get better, she needed to trust him to help better her too.

Jason moved to sit on the edge of the bed. Vitane stretched more to regain feeling in her muscles and she slowly scoot herself up to sit next to him and let her thin legs hang over the edge of the bed.

She hesitated when he asked her about Kris but sighed deeply before explaining.
”His name is Kristopher Greer. He’s….my ex boyfriend.” She trailed off and took his hand as she rose from the bed which helped him up as well.
”He’s not a problem though. He exploded into a million pieces from that blast at the cafe. Why don’t we get some breakfast? I’m starving.” She winked at him and pulled him to the doorway.



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Forrest watched Lola attentively, a smirk ever present on his handsome features. He chuckled when she combated that she had nothing to present him with. His eyes smiled as he shook his head.

”You being here is the best present I could ever ask for.”

He sighed when she brought up his age and slid his arm up the bed so that he was now lying down, propped up on his arm that was flat.
"I think I'm in the 320's but I just stopped counting after 300." He avoided her eyes when he said this. It probably sounded irrational to a human, although Lola had a good grasp on the Supernatural. He didn't show shame but almost embarrassment at how much older he was. His mind flashed through parts of his life, things he had gone through in those three hundred years. He served in the Civil War and WWII. He lived when the only form of transportation was by equestrian rides. Watching the world around him grow from shabby little towns to tourist spots and monuments. Watching his parents die and any friend he made that were mortal would eventually bite the dust also. He had lost a lot. All he had left was Jason.
His brows wrinkled at the many thoughts and he pushed them away when he looked back at Lola's expression.

His eyes were smiling again as he watched her reverence over the art.
"Some of them are...ah...revealing so don't go showing everyone. You're mine only." He pulled her over to him and kissed the top of her head.

“Thanks dear and Happy Birthday” He held her to him and she began kissing him. His brows twitched up and an eager look overcame him. He could do this all day, every day with her. She was so perfect to him. The action, the fiery attitude, the way she didn't hesitate to stick up for herself, the love she showed him. He loved it all.
"Well, Happy Birthday to us." He mused and accepted her dominance.

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Forrest lay on the wood floor, sweat dotted his forehead and upper torso. He was breathing a little heavy. His eyes twinkled up at Lola. He couldn’t have picked a better woman.
He chuckled at Lola when she said the room was stuffy. He lifted himself up and helped her up as well then gestured to the angled windows that showed the landscape behind the castle.
”You mean to tell me that you’re tired of this view?” He winked, obviously not just meaning the scenery outside.

Seeing her in his shirt made him want to ravage her again but he knew that wasn’t happening just yet. He kissed her forehead before she left then went to the bathroom down the hall to take a shower.

The scalding streams rushed over his head and he leaned his head back. He was pondering what exactly Jason was planning for tomorrow, they always threw parties for each other. Since Jason’s birthday was on Halloween Forrest usually prepared a costume or masquerade party. Once he threw him a medieval party and Jason had his own thrown. He loved it.

He got out of the shower and walked to his room with a towel draped around his waist. When he entered the room, the towel fell to the ground. He went to his closet and decided on an outfit then headed downstairs to the Dining Hall.

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Lola looked Forrest up and down “I’ll never get tired of that view” she winked. She gathered her things and glanced at her phone screen, three miss calls from Riley and two text messages, she sighed. She said goodbye to Forrest and walked out of his room, allowing the door to close gently behind her.

She stared at her feet for a long moment as voices loomed in her mind. She gave her head a shake and as she slowly lifted it, she found herself encompassed by vivid memories. The hallway of the castle's attic pulsed between images before it settled on one specific moment in her life. It was like a force pushing against her as she dragged her feet along a dirt road. The air was thick with humidity and the scene was gloomy with a dark grey sky. On either side of the road, on the edges, were piles of rubble and debris that were on fire. Smoke curled into clouds above her, screams could be heard in the distance and ashes fluttered in front of her face. She was suddenly struck by flooded tears as she could see the silhouette of a man in the distance, it was her father. She wanted to call out to him but as the road curved and she turned the corner of the mansion's hallway, the scene vibrated and it transformed.

The ground beneath her feet became pavement, it was nighttime as she wandered through a familiar community. Aside from an owl hooting, the homes were all asleep and at peace but something seemed eerie. Lola glanced from side to side analyzing each home, trying to piece together what was so significant about this moment. Her feet remained heavy and it wasn’t until her shoulder jolted uncomfortably that she realized she was dragging something. She held a thick coiled sisal rope over her shoulder, she followed the material cautiously as she peeked behind her. She immediately dropped the rope when she saw that she was dragging an unconscious male. He wore ripped jean shorts, his torso was exposed and covered in several cuts, bruises and blood. Lola then broke off into a sprint.

The setting pulsed around her as it began to change again. She was now in the hall of a prison with various empty cells at her sides. Her head began to pound, she was losing her breath and she could feel herself going into panic. Suddenly, she heard her name hissed in an echo and a few feet away appeared a hunter. She halted in her steps as she stared in shock, she was getting dizzy. He grinned at her and with every blink he appeared closer and closer. She squeezed her eyes shut trying to divert the memory. But a sudden breath in her face made her eyes flutter open. The hunter towered above her, he leaned forward and grabbed her by the neck and lifted her a foot above the ground. Lola’s face became stern as she stared straight into the orange eyes beneath the dark hood. “You’re mine” she said softly. The setting then began to rotate ninety degrees as he let go of her and she felt as though she was floating. She crashed her back against the cell bars, she lay on it as though it were the ground. She looked over to the side and a door appeared. She could hear her name being repeatedly called out in the distance. Her arm was heavy but she forced herself to reach up and turn the handle of the door. She rolled through it and landed onto the ground. She was now in the present and had somehow managed to make it into her room.

She pushed herself up and sat back on her knees. She craned her neck as she breathed heavily and stared at the ceiling. She brushed a hand through her hair and she felt the sweat beads that had formed on her forehead. A splatter of blood dripped from her nose and onto her knee, her hand shot up to wipe it, great. She slowly stood up, a headrush flooded and her eyes became clouded for a moment. She walked over to her ensuite bathroom and tossed Forrest’s shirt to the ground and stepped into a hot shower. She felt herself teetering and steadied herself against the shower tile. She slid down to the floor and sat beneath the warm water for almost an hour as her mind settled and the bleeding stopped.

When she finally got out of the shower and she got dressed, she was about to leave her room when a small knock sounded as she reached for the handle. Lola froze. Her hand hovered in hesitation, she took a breath and swung it open. A maid stood in the doorway holding her items Sorry to bother you miss, but I believe you dropped these.
Lola thanked her and took the bundle of clothes, her purse and her phone. She tossed everything but her phone to the ground and read the two messages from Riley.
Answer your phone Lo.
Just tell me one thing, if it’s not stockholm and this is real, does he know?
Lola deleted the messages and sighed heavily. She threw her phone onto the bed and made her way to the dining hall.




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Jason listened intently to her pleas, his heart sank as she spoke of her struggle. He understood all of it but he found it difficult to sympathize. For one, she was not immortal, her life could end at any moment and to him that was a gift. He found pain and suffering a beautiful part of life, he grimaced at his insanity. She was genuinely asking for his help, he was worried for her and yet he couldn’t help but find it slightly amusing. He avoided eye contact, he focused on the bed in front of him. She was so young and to him she would always be, he couldn’t understand how a mortal could be so conflicted. It frustrated him, she was tortured but in his opinion she had no reason and that made him feel selfish. He bit his tongue, longing to snap but he knew he had to keep himself intact. He shuddered and finally mumbled “I’ll do my best”

When Vitane spoke of Kris, Jason couldn’t help but grin at the word ex boyfriend. The thought of getting into a battle with someone over another always entertained him and he looked forward to it again until she mentioned that he was dead. He pierced his eyes at her as she pulled him up. He was slightly unconvinced but his memory of that day was too foggy for him to argue. He dropped her hand and glanced down at his half naked body “How about I get dressed first.”

He made his way into his walk-in closet and grabbed his rings from a low shelf. He twisted the black gold one on his finger and sighed as he debated putting it on his left ring finger as he always did. After about a minute he slid it on his right. He walked out of his closet and slipped into a pair of jeans and a clean shirt. He smiled at Vitane as he grabbed her hand and they made their way out of his room. “It’s about time you see some daylight” he noted.

On their way to the dining hall they ended up behind very spaced out Lola. Jason’s brows creased and he stated “You’re still here?”
Lola turned on her heel to face them and walked backwards as she spoke “Well good morning to you to!”
Jason lifted a brow “This is just unfortunate.”
Lola stopped in her tracks a few feet from them “No dear, what’s unfortunate is that you have more than enough money to buy pants without holes in them” she snapped. She averted her eyes to Vitane’s and smiled Good Morning Vitane, glad you’re looking well.”
She turned on her heel and made her way into the dining room without another word. Jason exasperated, he felt furious but he remained composed. “What the hell does he see in her…” he grumbled.
He brushed a hand through his hair and reminded himself that today was Forrest’s birthday. He bit into his lip piercing and glanced over at Vitane, We’ve grown weak, he thought bitterly. He squeezed her hand and led her into the dining hall where Forrest and Lola were already seated at their places. Jason dropped Vitane’s hand and tossed a set of keys at Forrest “Happy Birthday” he said halfheartedly “It’s in the garage, try not to crash this one. Was rather expensive” he teased.

He sat at his place and eyed both the girls before he exchanged a look with Forrest. He was biting his tongue and he looked slightly uncomfortable Not now, just leave it. He wants to go mad, let him be. Thoughts of his youth began to surface and he couldn’t help himself. He stared at Vitane for a brief moment, he licked his lips. Her face flashed between hers and Sapphire's. He twisted the black gold ring off his finger and squeezed it into his palm. “My dad was a bloody murderer because he killed my wife” Jason blurted. He could feel the room instantly become tense. He shifted his eyes from Vitane’s face and gave his head a shake as he stared at the dining table. “She was immortal, wild, freakishly kind...an archangel actually. You can see how a demon father would not be okay with such an arrangement. I spent many of my early years with her, we were married until I was sixty-three and she was sixty-one, forty-five years. We were visiting my parents, something we did less frequently the older we got. Her and my father budded heads often and then one day she pushed him a little too far. God knows how hard I tried. But even immortals can be destroyed, their souls are either taken by the divine or ripped by the wretched. Well, lets just say she didn’t deserve the eternal flames.” His face was hard as he spoke and he glanced up at Forrest “Madness has consumed us, you know it as well as me. We can’t do this to ourselves again and not to them.

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Vitane waited on the bed as Jason got dressed, a finger curling around her now fading blue hair. She would need to re-dye it soon if she wanted it to stay the bright royal blue she’d been loving. She too, wanted to change out of the same clothes she had been sporting, but failed to say anything to Jason about it.

He emerged from his closet and her eyes smiled with delight. He had the perfect style and they always looked great arm in arm, matching each other in their own way. She nodded her head delightedly and giggled when he said it was time she got out of this room. She agreed wholeheartedly and gratefully took his hand to fall in stride with him as they left his room.

Vitane brightened even more when they ran into Lola and Jason’s comment caused her to instinctively shove him in the rib with her elbow. It was her way to remind him to be polite to her only friend.

Her grin was aimed towards Lola as her and Jason exchanged more words and soon they all arrived together at the dining hall.
”Well, if you ask me, I see a lot in her. She’s nicer than you are.” Her last words were teasing and she put her arms around his side as they entered the dining room.

She let go of Jason and slid over and into her own seat across from Lola. A set of keys flew over the table and she watched them fall right into Forrest’s hand. The Demon grinned and his handsome features shown bright. For a moment her eyes lingered on Forrest. Even though he wasn’t her type, she couldn’t deny how remarkable he looked and she turned to Lola to give her a devilish smirk.

Jason randomly began telling his past and Vitane watched him with a bit of confusion mixed with wonder and heartbreak. Killed his wife? She had learned that their father was a terrible man, but to kill your own sons wife? She eyed Forrest under lowered brows and began piecing things together. She had gathered that their mother was the soft one so maybe that was where the Kitsune side came in, from their mom. So their father must have been a Demon and had Forrest, a nearly full-blooded Demon. It made more sense that their father was a Demon with the terrible things he had done to them and Forrest had to get it from somewhere.

He explained further about his ex-wife and Vitane’s heart sunk. The way he talked about her, you could practically hear that he was still in love with her. She hurt, too, hearing that his ex-wife had been damned by their father. Vitane reflected on her own life. Even though she had been molested and beaten by her father, to imagine Jason being ripped away from her was almost unbearable. She loved him, that she could finally admit. So losing him was now her worst fear.



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Forrest happily caught the keys and eyed the emblem on the fob.
”How on God’s green earth did you manage to find a Koenigsegg Agera?” He grinned at Jason.
”It’s supposed to be the fastest car made to date. Wanna test it out?” He winked and slipped the keys into his front pocket.
”Thank you.”

He looked down at the plate that was made before him. It was his favorite breakfast; biscuits and gravy, ham, bacon, sausage, with scrambled eggs and crispy hash browns. He began to dig into his food, pondering what the rest of the day would hold in preparation for the jointed birthday parties, but the mood got serious and he set down his utensils.

He listened to the summarized version of Sapphire’s short ending and he didn’t meet Jason’s eyes. He, too, had loved Sapphire like a sister and the three of them had gone on plenty of adventures together.

Madness has consumed us, you know it as well as me. We can’t do this to ourselves again and not to them.
Forrest slammed a fist hard against the dining room table, making all of the silverware shift from their position. He was standing now and almost desperately, he tried to banter against Jason.
”We killed our father for that reason, so we could have happiness. We relinquished our own demons and that’s why we have them now. We can manage ourselves now. And we won’t let it end the way it did for Sapphire...and Evie.”
He realized how worked up he had gotten and apologized before seating himself again. He awkwardly picked up his silverware and tried to brush off the emotional conversation.
”So what all is going down tomorrow?”

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Lola’s eyes widened as Jason spoke of his past. Reality began to set in, her week with Forrest had been a daydream but it was evident that this was the end of it. She was stiff with slight fury, she couldn’t understand why he couldn’t just let it be so they could enjoy one meal in peace. She shifted her eyes to Vitane’s face and noted her discomfort as he spoke so fondly of his dead wife. She grimaced and couldn’t help but roll her eyes Oh for fucksakes dude, it’s been one hundred and ninety-three years, get over it. When Forrest slammed his fist on the table Lola dropped her fork and sat back in her seat to watch him. Her bitter attitude had vanished, he seemed so hurt and she couldn’t help but gawk when he stated that they had killed their father. From what she had read, it would have taken much force and strategy to accomplish such a thing. Then her heart sank as he mentioned the name Evie. Her mind flashed to their time in the dome, the woman she had seen kill herself must have been the one he spoke of now. They were both clearly torn over their lost loves and to Lola that was foreign. She had never been in love before and Forrest would probably be the closest she’d ever get. She never cared to invest herself in anyone, she never saw the point and she had grown accustomed to being emotionally detached from almost everything. She winced, she had gotten herself too deep into this now, Riley was right. Riley. She sighed at the thought of him and his text rang in her mind repeatedly.

When Forrest apologized and sat down she relaxed a bit but she could tell that Jason wasn’t ready to drop the subject.

Jason sat back in his seat and casually slipped his wedding band on his ring finger. He tightened his fists and crossed his arms with his brows knit together as Forrest fumigated. He ignored his apology and question. His calming nature vanished as his face became hard and his eyes filled with venom. His mind shifted to early years as Forrest spoke of happiness, he scoffed. “Oh for fucksakes Forrest” Jason snapped “Happiness? We killed that bastard demon out of spite. Happiness was never in the formula. You haven’t been happy since you lost Evie and god knows I haven’t been the same since Sapphire.”

Then he could see her so vividly as the walls of the castle melted away and transformed into the wooden logs of a cottage. It was their summer home. He sat at the dining room table across from his beloved, it was during her last few days of life and they were set to visit his parents next week. Through the bay windows a lake could be seen, the air was damp and smelled like pine trees. Birds could be heard chirping outside, they were in isolated peace. Their home was simple and open concept, there was a small love seat facing a woodstove, a bar in one corner and a couple arm chairs near the window with a small bookshelf at its side. Sapphire sat across from him, her silver eyes smiling as they played a game of poker. She put her cards down to reveal her hand and she had a straight. Jason took a drag of his cigar and grinned as he laid his hand on the table. “You won.” he said lightly.
Sapphire eyed him and scoffed You let me! she accused in her melodious tone. Jason brushed a hand through his long wavy onyx hair and shook his head. What cards are up your sleeve Kit? she demanded.
Jason sighed and pulled out two cards which formed a full house. Her mouth fell open I knew it!
“Well you got mad at me last time for always winning!” Jason protested.

Without another word Sapphire got up from her seat and flipped some hair over her shoulder. She walked past him and out the front door. Jason extinguished his cigar in the ashtray and followed her. They stood out on their lawn, there was a flower bed on the east side and a forest of trees on the west. She faced him and the lake was glistening behind her in the evening light. Determination painted her face and Jason cautiously approached her but stopped a couple feet away.
Through a heavy smoke of white cloud she conjured her long silver sword with a dragon’s head on the tip of handle. She stood in a fighting stance and nodded at him, encouraging him to whip his out too.
Jason smiled at her and summoned his samurai sword. The blade had a kitsune with it’s hands in prayer as the handle. Without hesitation she slid towards him and their swords clashed together. It was like a dance as they battled. He whip his sword at her face and she ducked beneath it to dodge. She swept her weapon beneath his feet but he flipped to the side to avoid the attack. They charged at each other, she spun and he jabbed and their swords clashed again. Her eyes sparkled with wild excitement as they paused for a moment before they ripped their weapons apart and threw a couple more hits. With every attempted blow, Sapphire would block and finally she saw an opening. She sliced him in the torso, the cut was deep and he dropped his sword as he stumbled and fell on his back. He bled for a moment but the wound healed within seconds. He stared up at the sky until her face appeared in his line of sight. Now, how would you feel if I had let you win? she asked lightly.
“Pissed” Jason smirked. Her sword disappeared into smoky air and she laid herself down on top of him. So don’t let me win at poker or else I’ll never get better. Next time you do that, I’ll cut off your arm as punishment.
“Or you could punish me in another way” he responded flirtatiously. He wrapped an arm around her waist and lifted a hand up to the back of her head and pulled her in for a deep desirable kiss.

Jason tuned back into the moment, he cleared his throat as he recomposed himself “Nevermind Saph and Evie. This isn’t about them” his voice became low, he glanced up at Vitane with hard eyes and back at Forrest “They’re mortal, time ticks by, they age and we are stagnant. We can’t protect them.” The thought hurt him, he could transform her into a Kitsune through a ritual but he couldn’t curse her like that. To walk this earth as an immortal was something he needed to spare her, he couldn’t damn her soul like his. Sapphire was set to have entered the heavens but by his side, she fell and Vitane would fall too if she stuck around.

“I don’t really need protection” Lola interjected in a small voice. Her cheeks flushed as she could feel Jason’s eyes shift to her face. She picked at her eggs not meeting his gaze out of nervousness.
“That bruise on your shoulder would say otherwise”
Lola winced and felt it pulse as he mentioned it. This wasn’t the worse she had gotten but the arrow must have punctured hard enough to prevent proper healing even with an elixir.
“We have Hunters at our doorstep” he bluntly stated as he refocused his attention on Forrest “It’s been a week, need I ask where you’ve been through that time?” He was getting angry again and his voice grew louder. “When I was making sure Vitane didn’t die on me, I was in the coliseum training. Now, I know you're cocky and proud and I know you think you can take on these guys but while you’re fucking your human girlfriend, let me remind you that war is upon us. This time we will fall. They can’t be killed, the best we can do is scare them off.”

Lola glanced up at Vitane with sad apologetic eyes. She hadn’t seen her since they went shopping and didn’t bother to think of where she may have been or what she may have been going through during that time. She could feel her face become pale with fright and she needed to get out of here. The Hunter’s had been clouding her mind all week, she assumed it was because of what she had done to them, perhaps that was partly the reason, but no. She was a human, no matter their history they could easily take her out, they were after the Carson brothers and now she was in a position of real danger. But the Hunter’s were never one to take their time, perhaps they changed their mind, she thought optimistically. They hadn’t shown up outside her memories since the encounter at her home. But Jason was wrong, they could be killed. She knew it and she knew how but she didn’t want to get into it. She shuddered at the thought and a stern look appeared on her face. She was tired of his bantering and slowly stood up. In an almost demanding voice, she said “I think you underestimate your allies, Jason. Nonetheless, it is his birthday today. For godsakes just let it go.”
"You're doing it again" Jason snapped. “Just shut the fuck up Lola! I see right through you. Your energy, or whatever the fuck you're emitting...that shit doesn’t work on me, I don’t know what it is about you. I don’t understand why everyone is so fond or longs to protect you, but do yourself a favor and stay out of this before you really get hurt.”
Lola, unintimidated, blew air out of her nose with frustration in her eyes. You could tell she was slightly uneasy, it was as if she had met her competitive match. “How about you stop talking down to me before you get hurt. Do you really want to know how a human like me survives in this world? Trust me when I say that no you don’t. But you're a kitsune Jace, I’m sure you can figure it out and for the record, Hunter’s can be killed. Someone of your manipulative nature and your ‘wise’ years of experience should be able to figure that one out too.”
Jason lifted a brow in slight amusement. He could feel Forrest growing furious as he spat back and forth with Lola but as always he couldn’t help himself. He spoke in a heavy arrogance “You just have everyone wrapped around your finger don't you? I mean, with a body like yours, I'm sure it's easy to get what you want.”
Lola's jaw tensed and she spoke through gritted teeth "What the hell is that supposed to mean."
Jason shrugged "You know exactly what it means"
"Ever considered that maybe I'm just a decent human being."
"I have, but like you said, I'm a Kitsune. I've sensed it from day one and whatever it is...I'm just saying a girl like you doesn't survive in a world like this without some kind of sexual favors or whatever the fuck you're radiating" He blandly stated.
Lola scoffed and blanked out in irritation as she subconsciously grabbed her knife and flung it at his face. Jason caught it, from an inch away from in-between his eyes and barely flinched as he did so. Lola blinked a couple times and huffed.
Jason casually placed the knife in parallel next to his on the table. An obnoxious grin appeared on his face, he shifted his eyes to Forrest and spoke with heavy sarcasm "Well at least this one's got spite, maybe we have a chance."

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Vitane’s eyes widened when Forrest slammed a fist down on the table causing her to slightly jump off of her seat. She had been trying to eat the food in front of her with little success, but now any appetite she’d had was gone. Fear began to set in. The brothers were getting incredibly serious and it scared her to imagine leaving. How could she just start back as if this month hadn’t been a part of her life? She wanted to eat again, and that was something she had longed for for years. If she left, would her will to continue die too?

She shifted uncomfortably in her seat and kept her gaze lowered at her still steaming food. What a shame for it all to go to waste. She sighed and pushed the plate away from her and laid her head on the wood table. She didn’t want to hear these things, but Jason wouldn’t drop it.

Forrest stared at Jason, almost spitefully. This was supposed to be a nice breakfast. It was his birthday after all. Why did this conversation have to happen today? But in the back of his mind he knew that such a conversation should not be put off. When Jason mentioned happiness Forrest pointed a fork at him after eating a bite of egg.
”Actually, I am happy again. And if you try to take that from me so help me…” He trailed off when his eyes fell on Lola. He needed to stay civil, at least in front of her. But Jason would know his words weren’t just an empty threat. They’d fought several times, sometimes close enough to kill each other. And Forrest was the older brother for a reason. He’d stepped up and taken care of Jason the way their father should have. He was also still his kid brother and he loved him dearly.

He set his fork down and picked up his napkin to dab his lips. Jason was spaced out for a moment, but soon he retorted again. Forrest didn’t look at him now. Why did he have to press this so much? It was beginning to get under his skin and Forrest urged himself to restrain his emotion for now. His breathing got deeper as he held off from lunging across the table and underneath the table he clenched and unclenched his fists.
”You’re wrong. You know we can protect them.” But then Jason mentioned Lola’s still healing wound and Forrest’s mind went to the week prior when Jason was somewhat frantic over Vitane’s coma-like state. He lowered his head and his anger almost completely washed away. It hit him hard. He didn’t say anything for a while and just listened to Jason. But then he finally hit that nerve.
Now, I know you're cocky and proud and I know you think you can take on these guys but while you’re fucking your human girlfriend, let me remind you that war is upon us.

Forrest’s eyes shot up and in an instant he was at the opposite end of the long table and Jason’s shirt was in his grasp. His eyes were starting to gain a milky residue of black along the edges as he struggled to keep his demon side at bay.
”How dare you disrespect me like that!” He screamed in his face. He threw Jason down to the ground and it took all of his effort not to get on top of him and beat his face. He stood over him now and his rage had him shaking.

Vitane was a deer in the headlights. Her saucer eyes watched the entire scene in horror. Without thinking she got out of her seat and rushed over to the boys. She pushed herself in front of Forrest and practically begged.
”Please don’t hurt him!” She shouted and looked up at him desperately.
”This isn’t your fight, human.” He said coldly. Vitane was taken aback. This was a completely different man than the sophisticated, put together guy he had seemed to be. She could see the malice in his eyes and even though she was terrified of him, she stood her ground.
”I don’t care! I love him and I won’t let you hurt him!” Her eyes were squeezed tight and she held her hands up in an almost defensive stance, as if she was ready to be flung across the room too.

Forrest stopped and the growing black disappeared back into the corners of his eyes. He wanted to laugh at her for standing up to him. She was being so brave even though there was no chance of survival if he actually tried. He stood there for a moment, watching her shake in terror and as the seconds passed she eased out of her stance and slowly looked up at him again.
”Please…” She whispered and Forrest turned away from the two.

Eventually they all returned to their seats and the conversation continued.
Forrest was grateful that Lola stood up for him and also wanted Jason to just let it go. But it still didn’t seem like he would. But instead of discussing the women leaving, he was taking blows at Lola. Again Forrest grew irritated. But he forced himself to not explode twice in one sitting. He shut his eyes tight and tried to drown out their words, otherwise he would have gotten involved again.

Vitane grew angry as well. She was seriously tired of Jason going at Lola the way he did. She snapped too.
”Seriously Jason...What is your deal? Leave them alone...Can’t they celebrate their birthdays in peace...This is supposed to be a happy day.” She didn’t feel like she helped much but she at least wanted to say something. She stared at her plate again, the will to eat still long gone, but in her mind the voices pushed at her. She refused to listen and compelled herself to bite into a piece of bacon, no matter how much she wanted to reject it. She hoped she could be better soon. Not just for her, but for Jason.

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Suddenly, Forrest was in his face and he was pinned to the ground. It was concerning in sense on how Jason remained calm and his eyes gleamed with amusement. The enjoyment from irritating his brother was evident. “Come on Demon, you know I would never disrespect you” he mocked. Then Vitane was in between them and he was taken back by her sudden rage of confidence. He rolled over to his front and pushed himself up onto his feet. Lola listened intently as Forrest spoke to her with such venom, she winced, he was a so different towards her. Jason was brushing himself off casually and paused mid stroke when she said “I don’t care! I love him and I won’t let you hurt him!”
His head snapped in her direction and he was completely dumbfounded. Love? What the fuck… His eyes widened and mind raced as he gawked at her She...she can’t be serious. The wedding band on his ring finger began to pulse and he looked clearly uncomfortable as he glimpsed over at his brother.

Finally, Forrest backed down and they all returned to their seats. Jason slowly pulled his chair up from the floor and sat down just as Lola had stood up and interjected.

“Seriously Jason...what is your deal? Leave them alone...Can’t they celebrate their birthdays in peace...This is supposed to be a happy day.”
Jason’s eyes soften as he glanced over at Vitane. He grimaced and ran a hand through his hair out of discomfort as the words love blared over and over in his mind. He had been so closed off for years, sure he cared for her but love...that was just barbaric. He exchanged another awkward look with Forrest What the fuck have I gotten myself into? he thought bitterly. He picked up his fork and took a bite out of his eggs without another word.

He spaced out once again on thoughts of Sapphire and the first time he had told her he loved her. They were gazing upon the stars, they were in an open field on the outskirts of Hong Kong which the Carson family had been visiting for the course of six months.
Their fingers were intertwined, they had been together for three months now. She peeked over at him and spoke in a soft voice I could lie here forever. God was she ever beautiful with her black hair cascading to her hip. Her skin was so flawless and she was so breathtaking as she beamed at him.
He had barely admired the stars for he had been staring at her in awe for nearly fifteen minutes. “I love you, Saph. The words flowed out of him so naturally. She had been the only woman he had ever meant it to. He had never said it to anyone else and saying it now to a human of all species was just ludicrous. He couldn't get himself invested like that, not now, not again.

Lola, still standing, smiled weakly at Vitane as she came to her defense but a crippling feeling struck her heart. Jason knows she winced at the thought, at least he was not far off from the truth. No doubt the gaping hole in his memory from oblitus caused endless déjà vu for him. Dozens of distant memories of his face flicked before her eyes, Forrest was present in some too. But even with the power that Jason repelled, Forrest could never connect the translucent violet eyes that haunted their past. For he had never seen her face but Jason...she shuddered. Surely she would have been dead in an instant if he had remembered but what did it matter now anyway? Time was running short and it wouldn't be long until it was all over. Their encounter in the cafe had been far from their first and she could have poisoned him at the time no doubt but the older she got, the more difficult it was to shove her humanity aside and she could only kill for revenge. Despite the confusion in Jason’s frustrations he had every reason to resent her for he had never harmed her without her firstly causing havoc. He knew more than she could bare and soon his suspicions would be confirmed. He was right, she had them wrapped around her finger like so many before them. Her mind pulsed and her own name rang in a low repeated hiss in her ears.
Jason glanced over at Lola and lifted a brow, they had been silent for a couple minutes now and she hadn’t moved an inch. He decided to ease the tension and spoke casually “It’s a ball, you’ll get your gowns today and your suit will be in your room when you go back.”

Lola met his gaze and grimaced, she shook her head and let out a deep sigh “I need to be excused” she said in a small voice and pushed her chair in. Without another word she made her way out of the room with her hands shoved in her dress pockets and her head bowed.

Jason pushed his empty plate aside and crossed his arms as his eyes narrowed in on the table ahead. I need to get drunk. A waiter came by and took his plate, he gave him a look and nodded. A moment later he came out with a scotch. Jason downed the drink and got to his feet. “I’m going for a ride.”
He walked through the castle entrance and made his way around the property until he came upon a detached building. He pulled out his keys and opened a side door. He flicked a switch next to the door frame and the space was illuminated. There were at least fifty cars in the open area and about a dozen motorcycles. Jason walked up to his favorite bike and swung his leg over. He pressed a button on his watch and the garage door crept open. He roared the engine to life and put on the helmet that sat on the back hump. He drove the bike to the castle entrance and paused on the other side of the drawbridge when he saw Vitane standing there. He sighed and grabbed the spare helmet off the side of the bike and extended his arm out for her to take it.

They drove for a while and he did not bother to admire the scenery as he speeded through the countryside. His mind was too full with memories of his past, anxiety of the hunters and thoughts of Vitane. After about a half hour, they had made their onto a hill that overlooked the city. Jason speeded to a halt and pulled off his helmet. He ran a hand through his hair as he gazed upon the horizon. He swung his leg off the bike and he walked over to the edge of the hill like cliff and plopped onto the long unmowed grass. He reached inside his leather jacket and pulled out a cigarette. He ignited it with his thumb and took a long drag as he pondered. Tomorrow, after the party, he would flee. Without telling anyone, he would leave at dawn the next day while they were all recovering from their hangovers. He would drive off to his private cabin, no one knew where it was, not even Forrest. He debated taken Vitane, but he knew he couldn't. Surely, Forrest would have to let Lola go if he left Vitane astray, right? Lola was well off, the girls could easily start life anew. He winced on thoughts of Lola, being away from her cleared his mind slightly, why the hell did she bother him so much?

Lola made her way slowly through the castle. She pulled out a joint from her dress pocket and lit it. The memories in her head grew furiously louder and she longed to silence them. She took a large drag, huffed, took another and huffed again. She finished the joint within a minute and began coughing and wheezing as the burning sensation ripped at her throat. She tossed the butt onto the ground and focused in on her surroundings, she had wandered into an unfamiliar part of the castle. She paused and thought of the map she had observed numerous time. She stood in a narrow hallway with windows covered in deep ruby curtains at her sides. She casually wandered over to the only door at the end and turned the knob. The sunlight beamed onto her, she squinted her red eyes as she stepped through. She had made it out into a courtyard. It was a large enclosed area with a fountain in the center. There were four large trees, one in each corner of the court, numerous shrubs and flower beds and natural stone flooring. She placed her palm on a nearby wall and walk along it as she focused on deep breaths in attempt to calm her mind but the high seem to make the memories grow louder. She saw the silhouette of her father again, just his outline this time and she could hear his voice so clearly. Haley, I can’t stay. Please come with me...she’s...she’s out of control.
Her mother’s voice sounded in argument She’s our daughter Jude! We can’t just abandon her, for godsakes she’s a nine year old kid!
Nine he scoffed You saw what she made me do! No nine year old does something like that, it’s unnatural. We can’t help her and I just...I can’t...I just can’t anymore.
Lola scrunched her nose and squeezed her eyes as she paced closer to the fountain. She turned on her heel and sat down on the edge and dropped her head in her hands “My humanity will be the end of me. I can’t believe it’s already been twenty-five years. Fuck.” she mumbled. She breathed into her palms and finally peeked up at her surroundings. She kicked herself up onto her feet and began walking along the fountain's edge with her head bowed as she became lost in thought. I’m out of time. You will have to tell him. He doesn’t need to know the full truth. Just tell him what Jason already knows. I’m out of time. The rest doesn’t matter...do it...you have to. You know Riley will if you don’t. I’m out of time. You will need to tell him.

She hugged her sides and exasperated, after a couple minutes she finally felt herself calm down as the high fully took over and she entered a blissful state.

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Vitane was going over her previous words in her head. In the moment she hadn’t even realized what had exploded from her mouth, but now that the adrenaline had washed away she cautiously peeked over at Jason in search of anything on his face. She had admitted that she loved him right after she saw the way he talked about his ex-wife! She cringed and pulled her arms off of the table, in hopes of making herself as small and unnoticeable as possible. No amount of starving herself would make her as tiny as she felt in this moment.

She couldn’t hear Jason’s idea for the party over her own thoughts but when Lola chimed in that she wanted to be excused, Vitane stood up, almost too quickly, and stated she too wanted to be excused. She awkwardly stood there for a second and felt eyes on her as she willed her feet to move and she escaped the room through the same door as Lola, all the while holding her breath.

She stared at the ground, watching her feet slowly fall into a pace and didn’t utter a word to Lola. The two split off at a hallway and Vitane continued for the front door. In a matter of minutes and so few sentences the castle had felt like the walls were closing in on her and she felt like it was hard to breathe. She needed to get outside and clear her thoughts.

She leaned against the building near the doorways and not long after she had stepped outside, she heard the doors open again. She peered around the wall and saw Jason’s retreating figure going around the opposite side of the house.

Vitane’s brows lowered sadly. What had she done? Made herself a fool, that she was sure of. What an idiot she was to even think that he could love her. She moved away from the house and crossed over the drawbridge while following the twists of the dirt driveway she had bounced along blindfolded not that long ago. Her mind flashed back to her arrival here. The anger and bitterness she’d held towards the world had somehow vanished so quickly. After years of a grudge towards everyone but her grandma and these two men had washed it away with no effort on their part.

Vitane didn’t look up when she heard the sound of a motor. Her thoughts were too busy and her eyes had stayed on her feet. She stopped when it grew louder and finally looked over when a flash of black was pushed into her peripherals. A helmet. Her eyes sadly rose to see Jason’s figure on the bike. She wished her heart hadn’t skipped a beat to see him. She commanded herself not to take the helmet. She wanted so badly just to forget about all of this. If the feeling of love wasn’t returned, she may as well have never met them.

She pushed away her thoughts when she accepted the helmet and pulled it onto her head. She eased onto the motorcycle and her slim arms warily held onto his waist as little as possible. She leaned away from him as they took off and forced herself not to get cozy next to him. If he was still in love with his dead wife then she couldn’t allow herself to continue to love him. A silent tear dripped down her cheek as they rode. These thoughts would kill her if she let them.

Without warning Jason stopped. Through the helmet, Vitane could see how beautiful this spot was. Jason removed his helmet and got off of the bike. Vitane watched him out of the corner of her eye as he sat down and started smoking a cigarette. Her gaze went back to the city in front of them and her mind was flooded with a million things to say. After so long, she removed the helmet then gradually slid off the bike, but walked a few feet ahead of where Jason had sat down, her eyes gazing out at the scenery. Her mind began picking at her with all of the things she longed to say or ask, but all she could force out of herself was,

”I’m sorry.” She continued to look out and away from him, the wind picking up her blue hair and wrapping it around her neck. A heavy sigh eased out of her and she added, “I’m sorry I’m such a burden to you.” She tried not to be a woman of dramatics and emotions, she liked to keep them stowed away and unleash them in anger, but upon moving here she had seemed to become a different person.

Forcing back any tears, Vitane went to her own pack of cigarettes and placed one between her lips. She checked the box, then her pockets, but her lighter must have been back at the house. Annoyed at herself she stepped back some and held the slim stick down to Jason while still holding it between her fingers.
”I-uh...forgot my lighter.” She hated this awkwardness and lack of comfort. This morning had been so different. She had been waiting to open her eyes up to see him and now it was hard to look at him in fear of falling more in love.

Once he had lit it she took a couple of drags then finally allowed herself to sit by his side. They sat in silence for a while and Vitane attempted to clear her head of unnecessary emotions. She needed to try and get back to who she used to be, even if Jason eventually loved her. She hated being emotional and especially showing it. It seemed over the past month she had lost sight of that.

”So now what? Go back later and act like everything is fine tomorrow then we...what? Split ways?” She scoffed at the idea, it was so ridiculous.
”As if any of us could really forget what’s happened this month? Us humans just go about what you would consider a normal life and you guys go on to forget us and find someone else to be your house pet, right?” She inhaled the cigarette through her teeth making an audible noise.
”You’re stupid if you think that everything will be fine if we just go away.”



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Before Forrest could even try to put on a good face, the women stood to leave. He looked almost desperately between their two faces and sighed as they hurried out. He held his forehead against a propped up fist and remained still for a moment, his eyes closed. What a terrible way to start a birthday.

He rose after a few minutes himself and exited without even a glance towards Jason. He didn’t really want to look at anyone and as he quickly walked down the hallways and up sets of stairs, a maid holding linens and another later on that had been dusting, both quickly made their way to the closest doorway around them.

He closed the door to his room behind him coolly and quietly, you would have thought that the conversation downstairs had been about birthday presents and festivities and he was coming up for a nap. But as he turned from the doorknob he slung out his right arm and heaved off the lamp, potted plant, and other random items that dotted his bedside table noisily to the ground. He turned away from it and kicked his small fireplace. Unexpectedly it went hurtling through his wall and landed with a soft thud on the grassy area outside. He didn’t think twice about it and grabbed the underneath framing of his bed and flipped it over without real effort. His room was soon destroyed and it had all been done with a blank expression on his face. No anger or irritation could be sited and if someone had come in, he probably would have turned to them smiling.

He sat down in a corner that had only been littered by small splinters of wood and fragments of pottery. He held a fifth in his hand and the last piece of art that he had kept intact from the walls in the other. It was the only picture of Lola that he hadn’t given to her. He looked at it now as if it were a real picture of her. He longed to see her again, to soothe any ideas in her head Jason had planted there, and to promise her of how happy he could make her. He sighed heavily and shook his head as he crumpled up the paper into a ball, then held it in his opened hand and watched as small embers licked the edges turning them a bright orange until it finally gained enough heat to emit a small flame. He discarded the paper to the ground and let it burn then lifted the bottle all the way up as the liquid poured down his throat. He guzzled it down then wiped his upper lip before twisting the cap on the top of the bottle closed.

He eyes twisted over the wreckage surrounding him. His drawers and chests were still in tact but anything that had been on display or atop counters was now broken or disheveled. He sat there, numb, still clinging to the bottle. Jason probably fed her all of the things she needed to finally push her all the way out the door. But he couldn’t even be mad at his brother, after having a moment to himself he had accepted that Jason was looking out for them. As much as he hated it, he had to accept that what he was doing was the right thing. If they stayed here any longer, then what if they did turn out the way Evie and Sapphire had? It was a thought he could only dwell on, for if it had been true he would have searched to the ends of the Earth for a way to leave too.

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Hesitantly, she made her way back into the castle and wandered in a burdened high. Her palms were sweating, she could barely keep her breath going steady, she was nervous and Riley’s words rang in her ears. She needed to tell him, she needed to do it. It didn’t matter that today was his birthday, things had already gone to shit. She was out of time anyways, how many more days would she survive? What if turning twenty-five meant the end for her? She shuddered, she couldn’t bare the thought of falling into eternal flames. Despite her past, she didn’t deserve it. Surely the God of Death would spare her? She shook away the dark thoughts and focused in on Forrest. How would he take the news? Would he resent her, naturally he would. There was no way a demon could love a human like her. But she was too deep into this now and she contemplated once more on just letting it be. No...she loved him and she couldn’t, he had the right to know. Damn moral compass.

She creaked his door open slowly and saw him sitting on the ground. She shifted her eyes to the mess of his room and felt his pained energy. She couldn’t do this to him, not now, not while he was like this. It just wasn’t right. She licked her lips, she felt frozen in the doorway. She swallowed some saliva, took a deep breath and stepped through whilst gently closing the door behind her. Her mind raced with images of her past and she felt blinded for a moment. It was too much and she needed to shut it out. Just talk to him Lola. It’s the only way they’ll stop.

Her face looked pained and when he stood up to approach her, she lifted her hand in caution “Please don’t” she said in a small voice. She shook her head and brushed a hand through her ruby curls. She kept glancing at the mess but she couldn’t avoid him much longer. Finally, she locked her gaze with his.
“It is a sick twist of fate that I have fallen for you, but it is no coincidence that you have fallen in love with me.”

She felt out of breath and her mind began to scream at her, she winced uncomfortably. Why did she have to meet him? She could feel tears welling up, she didn’t want to do this. Her name sounded in a low hiss in her ears once more and flashes of Forrest’s face from a distant time emerged. He looked so angry. She clenched her fists, she was never here for him, but now, it was all she cared for.

“My father left when I was nine years old. You see, there is something about me that only few can escape. Without going into much detail, I will say that I am not as divine as I may appear. For upon my command, he burnt a whole village to the ground. Poor bastard didn’t realize what he was doing until it was all over. Until the screams fell silent and the flames were naturally extinguished. My mother finally realized the truth around the time when I was captured by your guardsman. She loves me dearly but how can you love someone when-” she broke off averting her gaze and feeling queasy. Get on with it.

Than like a forcefield, she took another deep breath and the thing that Jason had referred to and repelled so easily was finally contained. In a moment, he no doubt would feel the difference. “Your brother is not as crazy as he may seem” she said slowly “You see, he’s a Kitsune, beautiful and fascinating creatures. They have a natural skill that enables them to be tricksters but they also know when they’re being tricked. I may be human but even humanity has evolved. You probably-no-you most likely fell for me unwillingly. You’re a demon so how could you be so kind to a girl like me? A girl whose file most likely failed to mention that she has the ability of Charming Allure. I can, on command make anyone like me. I can torture you with one word and I can make you feel infinite. You were not drawn to me by choice and for that I am so sorry.”
There it was, she bowed her head and her lip trembled. She closed her eyes and braced herself. The only person she had ever admitted this too was Riley, he had been so accepting but he was no demon.






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Jason winced as she apologized for being a burden. She wasn’t a burden, not really. He just couldn’t bare the thought of falling for her seriously. What was the point? He would see her grow old and die while he remained young for eternity and carried on in this hellish world. He was too selfish, love he scoffed at the thought. Love died a long time ago, along with hope and sympathy, he no longer felt any compassion. Vitane had been the slight shred of light in his life but like the flames from a good arson, it too would go out.

He peeked over at her when she grumbled about her cigarette. He extended his arm out and ignited it with his thumb. He than took a long drag of his own and began to blow smoke rings into the air. He longed for peace but he knew she had questions. Damn humans are always curious he thought bitterly. He pressed the butt of the cigarette into his palm and flicked it off to the side as he zoned into what she was saying “ You’re stupid if you think that everything will be fine if we just go away.”

Humored, he blew air out of his nose “Don’t worry princess, I’m sure Lola can conjure up some oblitus than you’ll forget all about me. Trust me when I say I’d be doing you a favor.”
He layed back on the grass with his hands behind his head and gazed up at the clear blue sky for moment before he shut them and indulged in the sun’s heatwaves. After about a minute of silence he bolted upright and let out a deep irritated sigh. “Dammit” he grumbled and jumped up onto his feet. He began to pace back and forth and took out another cigarette. He placed it between his lips, ignited it and hauled at it hard causing him to cough out the smoke. With furrowed brows he was clearly lost in thought. He wanted to rant, he wanted to explode in frustration but when he shifted his eyes to hers, he felt himself ease. “I can’t” he mumbled. His face looked pained, she was beautiful and she had an effect on him that he hadn’t felt since his youth.

He brushed a hand through his hair and hung his head. He pressed a couple fingers against his temple “Vitane, you’re not a burden” he said slowly “But, you can’t stay with me.” He looked up at her again, unable to keep his face blank, for once his emotions were clear. He was conflicted, he was pained and he was in awe. “I’m not planning on getting another house pet or whatever you called it. I don’t even give a fuck about owning a slave, they just help pass the time. You though, you’re different. You look at me with those emerald eyes and I can barely contain myself. But I’m no good for you okay?” His voice grew louder “You can’t tell me you love me. For fucksakes you have no idea who am I. The things I’ve done and the shit that goes through my mind.”

He took another haul of his cigarette and whipped it into the open space. He sighed irritably with his eyes locked on her face. His mind switched to thoughts of the Hunters again, he shook his head and finally averted his gaze. He blankly stared at the city and shrugged. “I let you go Vitane. You’re free in this world, go find safety and get out of this hell. What more do you want from meanyways?...Don't say love, It can't be love...love is a myth.”

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As if on cue with his words, a strange feeling washed away from Vitane and when he mentioned Lola’s name, she quickly soured at the thought of her.
”I wouldn’t ask for a damn thing from that bitch.” She suddenly blurted out. Her hand went to clasp over her mouth in confusion and her brows furrowed as she delved into her mind. Why had she said that? And why did she suddenly feel so cruel towards Lola? She was her friend, wasn’t she? She searched her mind for proof of their rapport but was met with remindings of harsh words Lola had said to her upon their arrival and Vitane’s thoughts that followed were even nastier than what Lola had said. She couldn’t believe the things she was thinking and saying towards the red head. They’d shared secrets and giggled together, even tried to escape together. Why was she feeling this way now?

She stared out at the city while she was bombarding herself with more questions and even more doubt of herself. She needed a drink. She decided to not press the thoughts of Lola further and left off the confused side of her to return to the moment at hand. She was with Jason right now and she needed to focus only on him.

”I wouldn’t want to forget you, anyway.” She finally said softly, looking over at Jason. He was lying back comfortably in the grass and she smiled. She wished so hard that she could just curl next to him and find the comfort and peace in his presence again, but he didn’t seem to want it as much as she had thought. His words bit back the reflection she was having.

Her brows lowered curiously when he cursed and she cocked her head to one side in confusion. She was about to retort but he continued.
”Well, I’m sorry about the way I said it, but I regret nothing. I can love you despite your past. You killed my mom, Jesus you would think I could love you through everything with just that fact alone.” She was getting a little angry. The doubt in his heart needed to be silenced, though. She couldn’t allow him to fool himself into thinking he was unloveable.
”Clearly I will always care about you. And if you don’t want me that’s fine. But I’ll probably always love you.” She tucked a piece of hair behind her ear then turned to look at him.

He continued about how she was free now and she shook her head.
”I think I always was free. But I stayed here for you. I want your companionship, if anything. You don’t even need to love me back. I just want to be here to make you happy...To show you the same happiness that you give me.” Without another word she closed the distance between them and crushed his lips against hers and held him there for a moment before breaking away. She kept close to him and smiled, but an almost hopeless expression vacated in that smile. It seemed, Vitane was ready to hear the worst.



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Forrest was still placed in the corner of the room. His mind was cluttered with the centuries he had lived and the memories that came with it. He lost sight of his room as his vision blurred from staring at the same spot for so long.

He was back at Caffè Florian in Venice when it was only a few years old. It was 1728. He was wearing simple brown shorts that were baggy and a white button up top that also was oversized for the slender man. He was behind the counter awaiting another customer but a particular patron had him peeking up from his work a little too often.

He readied a cup and placed a linen atop it with grounds of a dark roast blend. He glanced up at the cuckoo clock then looked out the window. The Demon was only 23 years old and found himself lovesick over a human.

((That would make Forrest 367 years old this year))

He was turned to grab more sugar cubes when the hinges squeaked from the door and he bolted upright, spilling the sugar cubes all over the ground. He had seen her out of the corner of his eye but now he kept his head turned away as he knelt to begin picking up the unusable sugar. The sweeping of a puffy dress caught the corner of his eyes and a slight hand began collecting sugar into the palm of the other. Forrest looked up to see Evie, her green eyes were bright and wild but also soft and comforting all in one look.

”Did I startle you?” She asked with a chuckle.
Forrest grunted a couple of times then cleared his throat and stated, “Ah...mmm...n-no. I mean- ...No.” He cleared his throat again and averted his eyes back to the sugar. She picked up the last piece as he went to grab it and instead he grasped her hand. He drew back quickly and blushed some but his head was so low it was hard to notice.
”I believe I did.” She laughed and grabbed Forrest’s hand and let the sugar cubes fall into his palm.
”You were looking for me again, weren’t you?” Forrest looked up at her immediately with lowered brows.
“No! I-I just wasn’t expecting you to come at 3:30…..You’re usually here past 4.” He rose from his crouch and poured the sugar cubes into the waste bin.
”See! You even know what time I come in.” She was grinning now and her bangs fell perfectly in her face and when Forrest looked at her he softened immediately.
He shrugged at her and grunted then turned to fiercely look for something to busy himself with, but the shop was already perfect.

Evie walked in front of the counter slowly, almost sauntering. Forrest tried to keep his eyes down as he grabbed a rag to rub the counter with.
”So if you’re not waiting for me....” Forrest turned to look at her and she was tracing the edge of the linen with a finger then she met his eyes.
”Why is there a cup ready with the coffee I always get?” She smirked playfully.
Forrest came to where she stood and searched his mind for a logical answer.
“Ah...it’s ahh...mine.” He cleared his throat and offered her a half smile. She chuckled and nodded her head while staring at him, knowing his ploy.
”Okay. Then may I get a dark roast espresso?” He threw the rag over his shoulder and went to grab the already hot pot of water. He slowly poured the steaming liquid over the grounds, careful to remember the technique the store owner had taught him. A hand suddenly clasped his own and he twitched under her touch then blushed again.

”Maybe someday we could get a coffee together instead of you serving me one.” Forrest lost his grip on the pot and he was lucky for his genes because he barely caught it from hitting the floor.
”So let’s get a coffee together. It’s Trees, right?” She watched him carefully. He shook his head and cleared his throat for the third time.
“It’s ah- Forrest.” She laughed and moved her touch to his arm smiling.
”I knew that, dear. I’m trying to lighten you up.” He looked up at her grinning face and smiled shyly. He finished pouring the coffee then put the pot away.
“It’s uh...on the house.” He smiled at her and she grinned again.
”Well it should be, it’s yours, isn’t it?” She smiled knowingly then slipped out of the door of the shop. Forrest stared after her then he looked down at the steaming cup of dark coffee, a confused expression across his face. She didn’t want coffee? A grin began forming and his heart started fluttering. She had come for him.

He was plucked out of his recollection when Lola turned the doorknob. He rose to greet her with a genuine smile on his face, his brows lower in consideration of the mess and how it might look. He was ready to reassure her that he wasn’t upset at her and there would be no reason to worry about getting hurt. But before his lips could even part from his smile, she stopped him. Forrest stopped in his tracks, dumbfounded and hurt.

Forrest’s head dropped sadly and stared at the wreckage at his feet. Did she think him a monster? He held his cool despite the distress that he felt. His neck snapped up to view her when she said such an odd thing. Sick twist of fate? No coincidence? Well...he wouldn’t have put it that way but he guessed she was somewhat right. Still he could only wonder what deeper meaning she clung to from that statement. He eyed her suspiciously, knowing there was more to be said.

Forrest could easily identify the tears at the corner of her eyes and the hurting expression and he reached out as if the ask her into his arms but remembered that she had brushed him away and he lowered his hand in defeat.

As she spoke he listened in silence, the more he learned, the less of an expression he displayed. Slowly he could feel something changing. It was as if the attic had been filled to the top with water and it was slowly draining away. Soon the room felt empty of the sensation and it felt like he could breathe again. He slowly inhaled and then turned to look at Lola. He was overwhelmingly perturbed. He looked at her under lowered brows. He couldn’t place his emotions. The memory of Evie resonated in his mind and he immediately missed her but the thought faded when he focused on Lola again.

He felt slighted as his emotions concentrated. The known love for her had depleted drastically and a small fondness of her remained. But certainly not the inflated tenderness he’d once held. He stared at her still, trying to understand why exactly he’d been in love with her. His mind refocused on her words.
”A girl whose file most likely failed to mention that she has the ability of Charming Allure. He’d heard the term before, but had never crossed paths with it until now. He wasn’t sure how exactly to react. Of course he still cared for her and she was still so beautiful to him. But she was deceitful and had used this power against him. It had lowered his guard and made him fall instantly in love with her and this angered him. His eyes squint as he stared at her and finally his head dropped while he shook his head and scoffed.
“Why?” He threw his arms out to either side with opened palms raised towards the ceiling.
“Why would you do that Lola? I probably would have fallen for you anyway!” He growled the last sentence and then turned away from her to look out the new hole in his bedroom wall. He sighed and lowered himself so his legs could hang out of his freshly added window.
“I just don’t see why you would do that to me. I never had any ill feelings towards you and I admired you so much.” He was basically saying the thoughts that ran through his head and for once they were unfiltered. He looked up at her and his face held solemn and frustration.
“But now I can’t trust you...You’ve disappointed me.” He turned away and scoffed again followed by another shake of his head. His stomach had begun to feel queasy and he couldn’t bare to look up at her again.
“Please leave.” He said in a whisper.

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Her chest felt tight, something unfamiliar and agonizing. She winced at the emotion, he was so pained as he spoke “...fallen for you anyway.” She sucked in her lower lip holding back the tears. It was like the veil of love clouding his eyes had been removed, she could sense his shift in energy towards her and it stung.
“There’s so much you don’t understand” she admitted. But it would seem her words were lost as he interjected in continued frustration. It was almost a relief when he turned away and asked her to leave. She stared out of the window that he sat through, the beaming light brought a sense of clarity through all the emotion that she couldn’t comprehend. She gripped the fabric near her breasts, it was as if she too had been blinded. “So that’s what that feels like” she mumbled.

For a moment she stood neutral without speaking as she stared at the back of him. She had an odd twist of emotions flowing through her, from love and pain to determination and malevolence. In this moment as she gazed upon Forrest his figure shifted between him and Jason. It was odd how the imagery of the memory paralleled this one. She blinked a few times to shake it off as to not get engulfed by it. Finally in a tone of defeat as she turned on her heel towards the door, she said “I truly am sorry. I really do love you.” She knew it was hopeless for the shade had been illuminated.

She lingered outside the doorway and stared blankly at the hall in front of her. She felt uneasy and a burdening sense of anger pulsed through her chest. She peeked over her shoulder at the closed door and debated going back in but just so, she was suddenly encompassed by black smoke. After a moment the thick cloud cleared and she found herself in a dark chamber wearing a thick hooded cloak.
She weeps for a demon a familiar voice hissed.
She bowed her head and lowered her hood, the three creatures standing in front of her reciprocated. Among them was a dark elf with navy skin, he was tall and lanky. His skin was tattooed with tribal like symbols, he was youthful in appearance but his piercing orange eyes lacked innocence. On the left side of her was a fallen angel with her black silk like wings extended. She looked like porcelain, with her pale complexion and her shallow black eyes filled with sadness. On the other side of her was the dark skinned vampire that had hissed bitterly. His red eyes were filled with hate and annoyance as he stood with crossed arms and creased brows.
Oh be kind Adrian. It’s not her fault she came back as a human.
Do not defend her Keaira! She knows better than this. You are foolish Lola! Adrian spat.
“Clever, sending Riley to convince me.” Lola said softly.
Adrian scoffed “We had to find someway to clear your head.”
Lola wiped a tear that had rolled down her cheek, she felt as though a blurred cloud of illusion had been lifted. Her heart sank in sadness as she shook her head.
Careful Adrian, we all remember your downfall Tien, the dark elf noted.
Lola smiled weakly at him and brushed a lock of hair behind her ear. Adrian rolled his eyes We are out of time! For fucksakes! We weakened him, he wouldn’t have recovered and you healed him! She fucking healed him and you’re both coming to her defense?”
Keaira and Tien exchanged a look and grimaced, they were in agreement with Adrian’s statement.
Lola grunted and crossed her arms “I will not apologize for my actions, it was not his time”
You do not get to tell us when it is his time. You saved him because of the Demon. Death is mocking you my dear and we are all running inpatient. We’ve stuck around this realm far too long to protect you. Now, you’re going to kill that Kitsune and reclaim your immortality, show any further resistance and I will kill you both myself.”
“You would like that, wouldn’t you? Tell me Adrian, have you truly lost your sense of sympathy? As I recall we were patient when you had emotion so do not judge me for a minor blip.”
Lola Tien said softly We do not mean to pressure you, but your birthday is tomorrow. You will fade if you do not pursue this. Please, we cannot lose you.
Keaira interjected ”Do not sympathize with the Demon, dear. You were never here for him.”
Lola nodded “Don’t worry about me. My mind is clear now and his soul shall be vanquished. I will finish what I set out to do. Oh, and if any of you lay a finger on Riley again, I will shatter you. He is an innocent wizard in this mess who has done nothing but help us. Do not let my mistakes cloud your judgement of him.”
They all nodded in apologetic agreement We will take care of the Demon, focus your energy on the Kitsune and do not get blindsided again Tien instructed.
Lola dropped her gaze and lifted her hood “Don’t worry, this time, I won’t lose.”

She closed her eyes and a moment later she was transported back to her room in the castle. She felt dizzy and suddenly collapsed to her knees and dropped her head in her hands as she wept. She felt overwhelmed and panicked. She had let this humanity get the best of her. She put her trust in a demon, a demon who if he had truly loved her, would not have been affected by the allure. She felt foolish and juvenile.

She had spent the remainder of the afternoon pacing and filtering through memories as she strategized. A particular memory replayed over and over before her eyes. She found herself pinned again and again on the ground of a long grassy field. The city could be seen in the distance as she laid on the edge of a hill. There was a cold hand grasping her neck and a heavy body sitting on her torso. He looked at her with crazed eyes, his fangs grew and each time he leaned forward she winced and the memory restarted. She couldn’t bare living the pain again, she kept trying to find a gap, an understanding on how he had succeeded. She felt as though something was ripping at her temple. Finally, after about the dozenth time she flopped to the ground and sat back against the bed. She breathed heavily and shook her head “There is no way I can win this” she concluded.

A knock sounded, Lola didn’t budge from her spot as she spoke monotonous “Come in”
A maid poked her head through the door “Sorry to bother you madam but dinner will be served in the garden”
“The garden?”
Why of course, it’s where the master always eats for his birthday.”
Lola nodded and got to her feet. She brushed her dress and smiled weakly. The maid grimaced ”Pardon miss, but you look rather exhausted. Are you feeling well?”
Lola glanced over in the mirror, her eyes were now circled in dark exhaustion, her complexion had grown pale and there was an odd hint of purple in her brown eyes. She felt numb. She looked back over at the maid “It’s been a long day” she simply stated.

The maid led her to the garden. A butler came by and pulled out her seat for her. Lola sat down and he tucked her in, he filled her glass with white wine before he left. Lola glanced around and admired the beauty for a moment. She sighed deeply and placed her elbows on the table and dropped her head in her hands. “I’ve gone mad” she muttered. Never had she thought she would get roped into such a messy situation. When she had been brought here, she had one mission in mind. Even though her memories weren’t in tact at the time, since she had gotten them back she felt foolish and blinded. A demon she scoffed at the idea. Surely Satan was amused by the misdirection and she felt as though Death was mocking her. She sat back in her chair and took hold of the glass of wine. She swirled it for a moment, it had been a long time since she had a sip of alcohol. Without further thought, she downed the whole glass. A moment later the butler returned and filled it for her “Leave the whole bottle, dear. I’m celebrating.”
The butler crooked his brow but without question left the bottle on the table next to her. She filled her glass to the brim and began to sip it as she waited for the others. Tomorrow, she would end this chaos.





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Jason watched through hard eyes as she spoke and before he knew it, she was on his lips. It was as though she had knocked the breath out of him, he could feel himself wanting to melt into her but then she pulled away. His face had become blank and all bitter thoughts had vanished as she smiled weakly at him. He brushed a hand through his hair and took a step away from her and turned to face the city. His brows creased as he stared absentmindedly trying to comprehend his confusion. She genuinely loved him, he could sense the truth in her words. He felt queasy as butterflies fluttered in his stomach. After about a moment a youthful look of innocence gleamed in his eyes. He felt the raw emotion of happiness, something he refused to let himself feel since his mother’s death. He then thought of Forrest, he felt sad almost as he recalled the conversation they just had. He needed to apologize, his brother was happy and he nearly robbed it from him, on his birthday of all days. Throughout the decades, Forrest had been nothing but patient despite the rebellious chaos he caused in their lives. He was now enjoying the immortality, something that Jason rarely did. He had not cared that Lola was a human and when it came to Vitane, the thought crept that maybe he shouldn’t either.

He peered up at Vitane with softened eyes. He closed the gap between them and lifted a hand to her cheek as he embraced her. “You’re intoxicating.” He caressed her and grinned “And you’re foolish for loving me” he teased. He placed his hand on the small of her back and pulled her into him. He gently kissed her lips and his mind cluttered with the pained thought that he might lose her. He needed to be present, wash away the anxiety and just enjoy what he had. The feeling that he didn’t deserve any of it gnawed at him. He pulled away and breathed heavily, keeping their faces about an inch apart with the tip of their noses touching. A genuine smile curved on his lips. He had missed her. He then wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her off her feet. He gently laid her down on the tall grass and perched himself above her. He brushed some hair from her eyes and leaned in, pressing his lips against hers. He pulled away and without thought, he literally ripped her shirt off. He kissed her between her breasts and continued down her abdomen before he returned to her lips and then kissed her neck. His heart pulsed unsteadily, feeling as though it was about to erupt through his chest. He indulged in the moment, for once his mind was silent and he was focused in on her.

The day felt like a blink of time. Before he knew it, the sun was setting over the city as he cuddled her close to him. They had spent the day sharing random stories of their youths, Jason spoke fondly about his worldly travels and his favorite birthday memories. He ranted about a time he spent in Denmark and how the royal family had wanted him to marry their daughter. He had manipulated his way into the family to escape a death sentence for burning down three towns. After months the guards dropped their case, the royals had come to his defence and the whole ordeal was pinned on another criminal in the area.

The wind was starting to pick up and he felt goosebumps rise on her bare arms. He reached over to grab her shirt and took hold of the material and chuckled “Well shit, I didn’t think that one through...here.” He grabbed his leather jacket and placed it on her shoulders. He gazed upon her for a moment and admired her beauty. He was in a blissful state until the burdening sensation of deja vu clouded his mind. He glanced around at the area as if searching for something and then shook his head “Sometimes I hate that I took oblitus. I get the feeling of deja vu way too often, especially lately. Everytime I think to dispel it, I remind myself that there was a reason why I chose to forget those memories. My mind is always cluttered in endless chaos and agony, I can’t help but be curious as to what I would have wanted to shut out. I mean, the thoughts in my mind are bad enough what the hell could have been that bad.” He brushed a hand through his hair and pulled out a cigarette from his leather jacket. He ignited and took a long drag and offered it to Vitane. “Nonetheless, it’s not worth dwelling over.” He got to his feet and slipped into his clothes. “Let’s head back. I owe Forrest an apology and I’m itching to get drunk.”

Jason parked his motorbike near the drawbridge and tossed the keys at one of the guardsman. He glanced over at Vitane and intertwined his fingers with hers. He pulled her into him and kissed her softly on the lips. The corners of his mouth twitched up as he pulled away and stared into her eyes. He cleared his throat and dropped her hand “Forrest likes to have dinner in the garden on his birthday. Go get freshened up and I’ll meet you there.”
He turned away from her and walked in a separate direction as he made his way to the garden. He felt slightly naked without his leather jacket, it was discomforting but he didn’t mind lending it to Vitane. He shoved his hands into his jean pockets and slowly walked down the brick path to the area.

He lifted a brow when he saw Lola sitting alone and pulled up at seat at the end of the table “What’s with you?” he questioned.
Lola glanced up at him blankly, her face was almost haunting causing a shiver down his spine. “You look cold” she flatly stated.
A butler came by and poured him a glass of whiskey. He took a sip and set it down. He placed an arm on the back of his chair as he angled himself towards her “I thought you didn’t drink” he noted.
She took her glass, downed about half of it and stared at it as she said “I don’t.”

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Vitane looked upon his face quizzingly, only a wish to be a master of reading emotions could comfort her unknowing of his mind. She hated that she couldn’t read his thoughts and the idea of being a mind reader inhabited the corners of her mind. If anything, just to know Jason completely, inside and out, every thought he had. She was coming to realize just how in love she found herself being. It was shocking to think she would ever truly love someone. She had thought Kris was the only love in her life, but after years of hurting herself and blaming herself, she realized that Kris was merely a user and a jerk. She thought back to her feelings that she’d considered to be the feeling of love and how Kris had made her feel. It was nothing like Jason. Kris was controlling and manipulative and pushed her in ways that had made her feel crazy; gaslighting her and even going to full on physical abuse. How could she have ever thought that someone like him deserved any amount of her love. She held her head down as she resonated in the past, but looked up with a small smile again to see Jason’s childlike gleam.

He kissed her again and if the world had turned apocalyptic or was suffering in turmoil, she wouldn’t even have glanced towards it. This was her moment. It felt like he was actually accepting her love and proposal to stay by his side and Vitane’s spirit was overwhelmed with joy and determination to stay dedicated to whatever he needed. She would be his loyal sidekick, if anything. It was critical to her that she have some place in his life.

When they pulled away her eyes were still closed and her face was lit up in pure elation. She opened her eyes and grinned at him.
”If you think so then I’ll be the biggest ignoramus you’ve ever met.” She teased merrily. It was as if she had been a rock and she was waiting on him to turn her over and he had. Now he could fully see the affection she had to offer him and the willingness to be his partner through anything, as long as she was a consideration.
”I’m ready for you.” She smiled, still, peering at him under the lashes surrounding her bedroom eyes. He read her mind, it seemed, and pulled her to him and then off the ground. She enjoyed every touch and kiss and second and soaked it up as much as she could manage, totally indulging herself in him.

. . .

Vitane laid with him, completely captivated in their time together. She pulled closer to him as the night began upon them and it got cooler outside. Her tatters of clothes held loosely to her thin body. The rags showed off her skin and how pale she really was. In the night she could look like a spotlight or a ghost. Her pentagram dress was no longer asymmetrical, but abstract instead. She giggled to herself as he placed the jacket around her. She felt pride that he was willing to bestow it to her, even if for just a little while.

Vitane listened to Jason, but as he spoke the words deja vu continued to repeat in her head well after he had finished talking.
”Yeah…” She whispered towards the end, agreeing with his statement about what he could possibly want to forget. Her mind scattered to a thousand possibilities at once and she knew somewhere down the road she had to know his forgotten secret. Some how, some way she would know every part of him, even the parts he hated. Maybe she would force Lola to make her a potion to get into his head. Vitane stopped all thoughts about Jason and Lola’s name echoed in her head. Force? All she had to do was ask. Why was she thinking like this? But every time the name Lola came around in her head she felt queasy and disgusted. She also needed to clarify specifically why Lola made her so uneasy now. Her face stayed blank as she thought so deeply and Jason rescued her from her pondering.
“Nonetheless, it’s not worth dwelling over.” Vitane scoffed to herself and almost laughed at the irony.

Vitane fervently agreed with him when he said he was ready to head back and in her giddiness found herself actually skipping back to the bike. She was ahead of him and turned back to look at him mischievously and gave a little pose to him, raising one leg seductively to sit on the bike and one hand gripped the side of the leather jacket while the other went slowly through her hair. She laughed then hopped on the bike and posed again, both legs propped up and she portrayed the classic mannerism of a girl trying to pose in a sexy way on a motorcycle. She lifted herself up as he arrived, still laughing, and moved so that he could sit on the bike too. She was capricious now, and she was nearly overwhelmed with how much she cared for him. She soothed herself into his back as he drove off into the night.

. . .

They arrived back at the castle and it was like a place in a story book. The entire entrance was covered in strings of lights and flowers decorating parts of the exterior. Strobe lights were being set up and Vitane was sure any person that knew the name Carson would arrive in hopes they were on the guest list. Balloons were being placed and even a projector was displaying images going back and forth of Forrest, then Lola, then both together in some disgusting portrayal of their love. Vitane hesitated on that thought and realized she was slowly beginning to hate her. She shook the thought away and refocused on the building. If the outside of the castle looked this magnificent, Vitane was excited to see inside. But she was diverted by Jason and her mind seemed to forget the party and everyone included when he grasped her hand. She was totally encompassed in him again. Was this what it felt like to be in love?

He stopped and informed her where dinner would take place and she was grateful that he was giving her a moment to be change. This definitely was not birthday dinner attire.
She went to her room and hopped in the shower. She washed her hair, blue water dripped down her back and her mind went back to Lola. Blue and red countered one another in a sense. When teams were made in school it was always blue vs red. And Vitane couldn’t shake the idea now that Lola somehow was against her. She couldn’t touch on a single idea as to why she thought that and rolled her eyes at herself for even thinking they would be anything close to enemies.

She got out of the shower and threw her hair up in a towel the walked to her closet nude to find something to wear. She settled on something and set it out on the bed to put on later. She went back to her bathroom and removed the towel so she could start working on actually doing something with herself today. She worked hard on her hair and was able to put it in a loose braid with added decoration. She worked a bit at her makeup then eventually put on the outfit she had picked out.

Vitane remembered to grab Jason’s jacket from the chair she had placed it on, then headed towards the garden. She had never been so dressy before, of course, she’d never had the money to dress up like this in the first place. She was eager to see her ballroom dress tomorrow and get even dressier. She may have been a punk girl, but she was still a girl underneath all the grunge.

She saw Jason sitting at the table first when she exited the castle. He was facing her from the opposite end of the table. An eager smile on her face and a slight hop in her step both accompanied her on her way to the set up. But the moment her eyes landed on Lola, any joy she’d had today was completely forgotten about. Her brows lowered in agitation as she sat down across from the last person she felt like looking at right now. She kept her eyes low, not wanting to meet Lola’s face in fear of her exploding on impulse. A waiter came by and filled her glass with Rose champagne and she downed it before he could take three steps away. She called for a refill then shrugged her shoulders and instructed him to leave the bottle. She now noticed across from her that there were two other bottles garnished on the table. She finally met Lola’s gaze and the look of loathing was easily read from her expression. They held the look for a long moment, then Vitane dropped it to take another drink. She stared at her hands now while they were placed on the table.
”I’m not exactly sure what you did to me. But you can bet your ass I’m not fucking happy about it.” This girl had fucked with her head and now Vitane wasn’t sure how to feel towards her. Yes, she had been there through moments where Vitane had no one. She even rescued her from her stubborn excursions. She had been a friend. But friend’s don’t trick each other like that. Friends don’t deceive you into making you like them. Friends don’t fuck you like that. Vitane came to the conclusion that this woman had many layers and there was a lot she didn’t know about her, probably things she could never comprehend about her. Just like herself. She had layers as well. The people sitting around her were the only people that hadn’t seen her spiteful and raging side.

She reminded herself about how Jason and Lola had had arguments between the two. Now that her loving of Lola had been washed away, it was as if she was comprehending new things that had been shielded by a cloud that was suffocating her into a certain conformity. Her mind was entirely shrouded with thoughts about how they met or what kind of past they had together. Why did they argue so much? There had to be a reason.

Vitane abruptly felt cold, her body tensed up and she laid her arms on the table in front of her. When she set them down her eyes stared straight at Lola. The green in her eyes faded and turned to a bright, almost white blue and all emotion and movement exited Vitane.

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She endured the feeling of emptiness as her spirit was moved elsewhere. She felt so light and vulnerable, like glass. But all in the same she felt able and immortal all in one. Her eyes slowly bestowed upon the same hill that she’d just left a few hours prior. She tried to move but her arms and legs were heavy and she couldn’t find the ability to move them. She was glued to this spot. She turned her eyes to view the city that, at this moment in time, was in shambles. This must have been back during the beginning of the war between Supernaturals and humans.

A familiar figure approached and from far away, Vitane could still recognize that it was Jason. Still in his leather jacket and dark attire. But he looked a little worried when another figure appeared from the shadows. A hooded body stepped towards him and Vitane squinted, trying to understand why this individual seemed familiar as well in body movements. They stayed far apart and seemed to exchange words together. Surprisingly, the hooded being lunged towards Jason. She pushed against the boundary that seemed to hold her to this place, aching to see him fighting alone. What if he got hurt? This stranger seemed strong. But before she could even try to cry out, he had the hooded one pinned to the ground. His legs spread over her torso as he sat above her and a hand to her throat. Now the hood fell to the ground and red hair spilled out around them. Vitane’s eyes widened into saucers at the realization that it was Lola! Jason held her there and Lola seemed to be looking away from him, but then her head turned towards Vitane and the two connected eyes. Vitane, astonished, wanted to yell to them to stop. Jason reached down and grasped Lola’s head with his free hand and ripped something off of her head. Lola vanished in a cloud of black smoke and Vitane gaped at the scene in astonishment. Jason tossed whatever he ripped from her and it conveniently landed near Vitane. It just lay in the grass. A beautiful crown with a gem in the center. It was too familiar, too recognizable to deny that it was Vitane’s old crown that she played with when she was young. She remembered the day her mother had gifted it to her. She was only four, but it was the one thing her mother gave her that she truly cherished. And here it was, laying in the grass. And had been ripped out of Lola’s head.

The feeling of coolness enveloped her yet again and moments later she felt the solidarity of being back in the present, back in her body. Her eyelids fluttered a second and she focused in on Lola’s expression. A sneer creeped across Vitane’s face, but also angered brows lowered. She knew now. She felt like she knew everything. But this flashback was hardly scratching the surface.



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Forrest sat staring out his newly made window, his legs still dangling over the side. A part of him somewhat wished he could just jump off the five story ledge and destroy these thoughts that killed him inside. But his demon genes would never allow such an easy death. In fact, other demons in Hell would laugh at him for even considering the idea.

Forrest sighed and held his hand against his forehead then it slowly crossed over the top of his head. He was so distraught in this moment and he wasn’t sure if he even wanted to attend dinner. Why would he want to see her again after their argument? Things weren’t settled and it could be completely awkward. Of course, Forrest could be awkward on his own. His hopes were crushed when he imagined having a normal dinner conversation. There would be no way that he could just go like nothing was wrong.

”Fuck birthdays.” He muttered as he got up. He began pacing his room. After the years of practicing the same habit, you would think his floors needed replacing. He paced for quite some time, thinking of Lola and how exactly he could work things out with her. But every time he thought he had come to a solution, he would be reminded that she had lied to him. Typically he wouldn’t hesitate to break anyone’s neck that lied to him or Jason. Lying was never tolerated by the Carson brothers. And she had lost nearly all of his trust.

As he strode back and forth in his room, he briefly thought of Vitane and Jason. How were they? He hadn’t sensed Vitane for a long time and he’d heard Jason leave. He foresaw the two leaving together and hoped it wasn’t a one way trip for either of them. He had felt his brother’s discomfort with having two humans at their home while The Hunters were planning to come any day now.

Forrest shook his head as he walked. So much shit. What with the threats of The Hunters and Jason’s asshole advice with the cherry on top of Lola admitting her craftiness. She had to have been using it to make sure that Forrest wouldn’t hurt her. He stopped his trod and stood in the same spot for a long time. He hated himself for what he was. He stared at the ground with sorrowful eyes and a part of him wished he could be killed right now. He felt like there was no point to put up a fight. He couldn’t lose a second love. He perked up at that thought. He wouldn’t lose her.

He got dressed quickly and headed downstairs. He was already late so he made it there in a few seconds using Shadow Manipulation to disappear into a wall only to come out at the shadow filled side of the house next to the garden. Everything was lit up with lights and candles and flowers adorned the edges of the table and the centerpiece.

He traipsed up and happily smiled at everyone directly before he sat down. But when he had smiled at Vitane, she hadn’t even turned to welcome his arrival. He stared at her momentarily, confused by her blank expression. His brows lowered as he peered around and slowly got closer. She gasped loud and held the table like it was her life preserver. She panted and he could clearly see a glistening drop of sweat as it ran down her temple. He leaned back into his chair. A waiter came up with Whiskey for Forrest, but he saw Vitane and nearly dropped the glass decanter. Forrest caught it and placed it on the table then sent the waiter away. He poured himself a drink after adding ice, but his eyes never left Vitane. She seemed to be settling down now, but her look towards Lola almost scared him. It seemed as though the party could be starting early.

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She was perturbed by their silent tension as he mindlessly texted away on his phone. As the minutes ticked by she found herself sipping her glass of wine more often and staring off into space. In a rhythmic motion she tapped the glass in tune with her acidic thoughts towards him. She contemplated poisoning his drinking, it would surely end the chaos a night sooner however her sly of hand was impaired by the amount of alcohol she had consumed. Absentmindedly, she took another sip only to realize that her glass was empty and so was the entire bottle of chardonnay. A butler came by to refill Jason’s whiskey and eyed the empty bottle for a moment, Lola glanced up at him sweetly and he returned with another. She filled it halfway and began to sip it, letting out a small hiccup and giggling at herself.
Jason crooked his brow at her and placed his phone face down on the table. He sat back in his chair and crossed his arms as he analyzed her inhibition.
She found it discomforting as he watched her, she grimace and met his gaze “You’re making me nervous.”
He gestured with his hand as he responded “You just finished an entire bottle-”
“And you’re on your fifth glass of whiskey, what’s your point?” she retorted.
Jason shrugged and took a sip of his whiskey “Well, for one, I didn’t drink a thousand dollar bottle to myself. How you’re not teetering is actually quite impressive.”
Lola’s eyes widened as she averted her gaze to the bottle of white wine. She brushed some hair from her face and finally set her glass down on the table.
“Where’s Forrest anyways?” Jason questioned as he peeked at his phone for the time.
Lola shook her head in response. “Did you do something, is that why you’re drinking so much?”
Lola scoffed and rolled her eyes “Not much more than you. Although, if it’s any consolation I’m sure he’s over your little fiasco. That’s not why I’m drinking though. I’m drinking because it clouds my judgement and drowns out my demons.”
Humored, Jason blew air from his nostrils in response. It was weird being alone next to her, part of him wanted to apologize for having made her welcome difficult. She had done nothing but help him, especially in his greatest time of need, however the burdening sense of déja vu brought a feeling of increasing resentment and slight longing.

Lola took another sip of her wine and wheezed a little at the tickling sensation. She cleared her throat, “I’m curious” she stated and gently brushed her lips to wipe off any residue. There was a gleam of malice as she beamed at him. She set an elbow on the table resting her chin on her knuckles “Entertain me Jason. What is the greatest trick you ever pulled?”
He lifted a brow and shifted his eyes brushing a hand through his hair. “Wait, I know you don’t like questions but I also know that you love games. So let’s play a guessing one and you can tell me which is the most accurate.”
He opened his mouth to protest but she continued “Was it stroking your ego by having a group of low life supernaturals refer to you and your brother as master’s? Or, was it the time you managed to burn down a town of thirty thousand residents out pure pleasure so you could get away from a death sentence?”
“Lola” Jason interjected with furrowed brows.
Lola lifted a finger to stop him “No no, I’m not done dear, I have one more.” she sternly stated. “Was it the time you manipulated a Dark Elf into falling in love with you? You assumed she was a Hunter due to identical similarities and despite her family's cries to reconsider, you murdered her two weeks later so you could show off her severed head to earn you fame. Wealth. Glory.”
His face became completely blank as she stared at him with a wild craze of pain and amusement. Her voice rang in his ears, he envisioned himself slicing her throat out of rage. In a low and threatening tone he said “Who do you think you are? I don’t know what your game is Lola, but I relish the day Forrest’s illusion of you is shattered.”
Lola chuckled at the irony and sat back in her seat “Oh how I love it when you talk dirty to me Jason. I must say, oblitus is one hell of a drug, isn’t it?”
The sides of his mouth twitched loathingly and if it hadn’t been for a sparkle in the corner of his eye, he would have lost his temper. He was disturbed that she knew these facts and the way she seemed humored by them. He could see the memories clear in his mind but the final vision she mentioned was distorted in some ways, causing a searing pain in his temple. There was a gaping hole in his memory, yet he knew exactly what she spoke off, he winced. He had only taken a oblitus twice, once nearly twenty-five years ago which he felt deep regret for and then again a few years ago when he had met Lola. There was something haunting in her words, never had he thought that his decision to erase those memories would be such a burden. He felt certain scars on his body, ones that he had no recollection of, pulse uncomfortably as if receiving them again for the first time. Why did this flaming haired beauty bring him a sense of misery?
When Vitane appeared under the light, he felt relieved. He admired her as she approached in attempt to shrug off his conversation with Lola. Lola let out a small giggle and finally dropped her glare from his clearly disturbed face. She took another sip of her wine and analyzed Vitane as she sat across from her. Jason eyed Vitane as well, perplexed by the feeling of mutual resentment towards the redhead. She emitted a rather spiteful energy and their suspicions were confirmed when she said ”I’m not exactly sure what you did to me. But you can bet your ass I’m not fucking happy about it.”

Lola groaned “Oh fuck me” she craned her neck back and closed her eyes. She took a deep breath and let her ability pulse out of her like a shield. She avoided clouding Vitane and Forrest, she saw no benefit in it now. She bowed her head and pressed a couple fingers between her eyes as she let out a deep sigh. The day just became ever more dreadful; she grabbed her glass of wine and downed the remaining liquid. She twirled the neck of the bottle in her hand before she huffed in irritation and poured herself another half glass. “Don’t worry hun, it was no benefit to me anyway.”
Jason shifted his eyes between both of the girls “What was no benefit?” he questioned.
“Putting her under the influence of my Charming Allure. Congrats dear, you’re not crazy after all.” . She lifted her glass as if toasting and took another sip. She placed it on the table and stared ahead.
Jason gawked at her, the feeling of constant trickery finally made sense but new emotions of uncertainty arose. He had only met one other individual with such power, it was dark magic from a different realm, he new this fact. He couldn't put a face to the ability and concluded that it was due to oblitus. He got the sense that Forrest's absence was mainly due to the discovery of her power, which is probably why she openly admitted it. He smirked, the thought of conflict between the two surely meant an end for her in this castle although he was surprised she was still alive. Lies were never tolerated, he grimaced at the thought that his brother had actually fallen for her. This was not good, the ominous vibe she continued to emit was surely not human.
Lola wanted to vanish, she felt pained and she hated how much her emotions seemed to drive her in this place. She was always able to shrug them off but these creatures had the tendency to amplify them, causing her to feel mad and constantly agitated. She was about to make a witty remark, but just then she was captured by the memory she had been analyzing all afternoon.
It was simultaneous to Vitane, the blue haired beauty became zoned out through white eyes of illusion. Lola was rooted into place, unable to move or shake the image, she stared back at her with pained eyes. She cringed, tightly grasping the arm of the chair as she became fully encompassed by the dark flashback.

Through her hooded cloak of armor, she stood in front of him. She could feel her former skin with it’s scarred tribal tattoos, her pointed ears and the power of immortality. He glanced at her, his eyes worried with fear. She recalled every emotion that she had felt, primarily an odd mixture of rancor and melancholy. “It's a shame really, I will miss the torture.” she stated.
"Look, just don't okay, I'll do whatever you ask" his voice quivered as he spoke.
"Why so afraid dear, isn't death your ultimate wish? Unless of course, you were enjoying the abuse as much as me. Don't worry, you'll only feel a slight pinch." Jason took a step back away from her but before he knew it, she had lunged at him and slammed him into the ground. He struggled beneath her and felt a tightness in his chest, like his life force was being taken. But in the corner of her eye she saw something unexpected, she winced and the distraction was enough for Jason to wrap his legs around her torso and flip himself so that he was above her. She stared into his crazed eyes but it was like a force was begging her to look away. In that moment, she shifted her gaze and locked eyes with Vitane. She held her breath in mild shock, the memory was so vivid and she couldn’t escape as Jason ripped her crown of immortality with his sharp Kitsune fangs from her skull.

It was as though she was thrown back into her seat as she gasped. Her vision clearing of the fogginess, she gaped at Vitane’s cold and disgusted face. Part of her was impressed by the intensity of Vitane’s power but the dark realization and bloodlust crept in her mind, this bitch had been the reason for her demise. She wanted to, more than anything, rip her throat out right now. Her eyes pulsed with blackness as she stared back with hate. Goosebumps rose on Jason’s arms, he felt unsettled and confused, unsure what to do in the moment. His eyes were fixated on Vitane, worriedly he placed his hand on top of hers and squeezed it “Vitane” he said softly. It was terrifying how she glared with such animosity towards the redhead, it was unnatural. He felt uneasy “Are you okay?” he whispered with great concern.

At that moment, Forrest appeared from the darkness. Jason pulled his hand away from Vitane and weakly smiled at his brother. Feeling his presence, Lola glanced over at Forrest. Her eyes soften, her heart skipped a beat, she smiled at him with a reflection of innocence as he took his seat at the table.
Jason brushed a hand through his hair “I have no idea what you walked in on” he said honestly.
Lola shrugged “It’s nothing dear, once the allure has been deactivated your mind can go in a frenzy.”
Jason and Lola exchanged a look, he grimaced unconvinced and just then, waiters came by and placed the food in front of them.
Lola grabbed her fork and took a bite out of her steak. Vitane was still stiff as stone, Lola let out an irritated sighed “Trust me dear, if you put some meat on your bones, maybe you’d have a chance”
Jason’s head snapped in her direction “Okay” he said calmly and took a breath “I think we’re all just tired and as much as I’d like to see you and Vitane have a cat fight over whatever the fuck is happening, enough damage has been done for one day. I’ll get the butler to bring our food to the lounge so you guys can enjoy your night.” He got to his feet and walked around behind Vitane, he squeezed her shoulder and brushed his hand along her skin until he intertwined his fingers with hers. He pulled her close to him and wrapped an arm around her shoulder. “Sleep tight” Lola said halfheartedly. A shiver crept down his spine as she spoke, he glanced over his shoulder at her, he shook his head and they made their way to the castle.

Jason had led them to his lounge. He walked over to one of the pool tables and set up a game. He felt worlds away as he prepped and grabbed a cue. Lola's words of his past haunted him, he felt ill to his stomach. He twirled the cue in his hand and he sighed. He broke the formation, three balls sank. He grinned and placed the pool cue against the table. The desire to continue drinking ached at him, he needed to drown out the anxiety. He hopped over the bar and grabbed two glasses; he filled them both with whiskey and jumped back over to hand Vitane the drink. He clung his against hers and took a sip as he stared into her eyes, she too, felt distant. “You okay?” he asked softly. A butler came in and placed their meals on the bar, Jason of course didn’t acknowledge him as he left, keeping his focus on Vitane. When she didn’t respond he took her glass and rested them both along the edge of the billiards table. He gently placed both of his hands on either side of her face. “Vitane, talk to me. What happened out there? Your eyes became as white as mine when I turn into a Kitsune, you and Lola both checked out, it was kind of frightening. Is it just about the allure...part of me is relieved to know what the burden was, although I'll admit that I still feel unsettled. I think I need to dispel this oblitus, there are so many things unanswered but I'm hesitant, I'm not sure I truly want to remember. It just wouldn't make sense if it had anything to do with Lola despite my resentment towards her, that was basically a lifetime ago. The girl must have done her research or heard stories about me, the things she said..." he shuddered, trailing off for a moment. I mean, I understand all this is discomforting, the girl gives off a more sinister vibe than Forrest and he's a demon.”

Lola stared with dead eyes at the table ahead of her, she felt drunk and exhausted. She let out a small sigh and rested her elbows on the table and dropped her head in her hands. She had succumb to the effects of alcohol, her vision was slightly blurred and her mind felt foggy. She hiccuped and her mouth curved into a humored smile, she brushed some hair behind her ear as she sat back in her seat. She wasn’t sure what to say or do, she felt his eyes on her face and it was discomforting. She was torn with the sobered thoughts of torture and pain and the intoxicated feeling of lust and endearment. She needed to brush off all affection, she had a duty to her king, she was honorable after all. She grimaced at the thought and furrowed her brows feeling distant. There was a million things she wished to tell him, she wanted to confess all of it but it wasn’t worth losing her life. She rubbed her right eye and regained focus in the moment when a waiter placed a slice of cake in front of her. She picked at the chocolate ganache with her fork and took a nibble. She couldn’t bare eating anymore as she was getting queasy, her head felt full and she was overwhelmed with anxiety. Finally, she looked over at him meeting his patient gaze. She felt a lump in her throat, he was charming. She opened her mouth to say something but then hung her head. She took a breath and intertwined fingers placing them properly on her lap as she adjusted herself to face him. She couldn’t figure out where to begin, she just wanted to see him smile and move past it all but she knew the worse was yet to come. “I...uh...I…” she winced uncomfortably. She felt out of breath and after a minute she finally mustered up to courage to speak “I really didn't mean to cloud your judgement of me with the allure, you have to understand it was never my intent to mislead but to protect myself. I know you feel deceived, I don't blame you. Allure is dark magic that I was born with and I just-”
She broke off and placed a hand over her feverishly beating heart, she dug her nails into her skin and looked at him with pained eyes “God knows” she breathed. “How I wish I could take it all back if it meant I wouldn't lose you.” she said admittedly as if referring to things beyond their conflict.

She shook her head and averted her gaze as she trailed off into deep thought. If this was her last night as a human or even alive, than she may as well make the most of it. He wouldn't understand, she had a debt to pay, she had to regain her strength and seek vengeance. Even if it meant losing him, tomorrow she couldn't sympathize but tonight and in this moment, no matter how blitzed she felt, she had earned every right through centuries of service to let herself feel love. She slowly stood up, steadying herself with her fingertips pressed into table. She would definitely stumble over if she walked without assistance. She peered over at Forrest and gave him a small smile, she wanted to runaway with him; Escape to a new world where they couldn't find her and rob her of everything they've already stolen. She cautiously walked over and sat on his lap. She placed a couple fingers to his cheek as she stared deeply into his eyes taking in his handsome features. The realization that he most likely would never understand or possibly forgive her after tomorrow tore her heart. Her mouth felt dry, she licked her lips and wrapped both of her arms around his neck as she sank into him. She never wanted to let go of the deep embrace, she longed to just fade in this bliss. She loved his warmth, the way he breathed into her and his sculptured figure. She turned her face towards his and pressed the tip of her nose against his cheek. She felt woozy, conflicted and in complete adoration. He was a demon, a nearly soulless beast who she envied for that reason. He’d end up in Hell with the rest of them, for him the transition would no doubt be easy but for her, eternal torture was something she couldn’t bare. She contemplated the thought of just getting up and leaving, but no, she couldn't do that. They would find her and torture her before she'd even get the chance to die in peace.

She brushed her lips along his chiseled jaw until she met his. She felt slight resistance but she didn't care as pulled him closer into her with a hand behind his head. He tasted like cigar and whiskey, it was sweet but through the haze of alcoholic bliss, her heart ached. The thought of never being able to kiss him again was agonizing. A moment later she released her hold and pressed her temple against his as she took small breaths with closed eyes. A beautiful memory painted in her mind, she lay next to him. He was perched up on his side and brushing a hand against her cheek as he laughed with her. She winced because to him, that memory probably wasn't real anymore. She pulled away further and gave him one last longing look before she got to her feet. She stared off to the side, admiring the beautiful lilies, daffodils and other lovely flowers surrounding the area. She felt herself teeter and caught her balance by grasping his shoulder. She gave him an uneasy look and than grabbed his hand tugging him up to his feet. She held his hand loosely as she lead him down the path. A few feet from the castle, they stumbled upon a fork in the road. She curiously analyzed the winding path but it disappeared behind a tall set of trees and she decided to follow it.

Wave like illusions appeared in the distance and fog could be seen when they turned the corner into a secluded area with a heated pool. “Awesome” she mumbled. She dropped his hand and sat on the edge of one of the lounge chairs to remove her heels. She than stood up and stripped down until she was naked. The cool April air bit her skin but she didn’t mind. She walked along the edge of the pool, the threat of falling in from her drunken nature somewhat amused her. She stood at the edge where the water was deep and finally dove in. She swam across a couple times and then stopped in the middle where she let herself sink and sat on the floor. She kept her eyes closed as she took in the burning sensation of losing air. She debated, she could let herself drown at this moment but was it worth it? Who knows what Death would do to her soul, maybe he’d take it as a betrayal and send her to Hell rather than the neutral realm where she earned her place. Her head wobbled, she craned her neck back and opened her eyes as she stared at the pools surface. Oh how she missed the days where breathing and air were not a requirement, where she could stay underwater for ages and it wouldn’t matter. Immortality prevented her from dying in such a sense. Finally, when she could no longer could bear it, she kicked her legs up to the top and let out a gasp for air. She glanced over at Forrest and smiled weakly, the water was sobering her mind. She swam over to the edge of the pool that had an underwater bench and sat down. She lifted her knees to her chest and rested her cheek on them. At that moment, a clock in the distance chimed twelve times. Her heart sang with every stroke at the declaration of a new day. She closed her eyes and pained, she mumbled “Happy Birthday, Lola.”

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Vitane eyed Lola still, who also seemed to have been affected by...well whatever that was. Vitane rubbed the side of her head, trying to piece together all that she had seen. Seeing Lola in that cloak gave the blue haired girl the chills and imagining someone that could compete with Jason in a scuffle like that was equally astonishing. As she continued to focus on Lola, the red head’s realization seemed to creep in as well and Vitane watched the change on her face from confusion to anger and it only fueled her own fire. The girls held each other’s gaze and if they could, a fire would have been lit between them from the rage towards each other. Vitane felt betrayed and used and Lola surely was upset about the fact that Vitane was a distraction all those years ago. But still.

Where did this power come from all of a sudden? Vitane finally broke the scrutinizing looks between them and peered down at her opened hands. How was she capable of time travel? She had to somehow find more information about how to control this, it could end up being incredibly useful in the future. She smirked and closed her hands into fists then looked up at Lola again under hair hanging in her face. She began laughing and the entire table stared at her. Jason interjected and asked Vitane if she was okay and a wild face met Jason’s line of sight.
She continued to giggle but said, ”Why, I’m fine! I’m absolutely fine! But this bitch…” She shook her finger at Lola, as a teacher might to a student who was misbehaving.
”Heheh this bitch is about to get it.” She knew that revealing this new information to both Jason and Forrest would have Lola sent away, if not worse. She was the enemy part of a group that the two brothers were running from. Vitane was too loyal to Jason to let that slide, especially now that Lola had revealed and released the power she held on Vitane.

Vitane looked over at Forrest who looked quite concerned. His face was a little pale and it almost looked as if he were frightened.
Scared to learn the truth? Vitane wondered. She devilishly smirked at him and then looked at Lola as she stated that the allure would make her craze. She laughed lightly again and shook her head.
”Just one lie after another with you, isn’t it?” As she said that, the servers came and placed platters amongst the beautiful layout on the table. One woman placed an already prepared plate in front of Vitane, but she didn’t even move to touch the fork. Lola made a comment about Vitane’s weight and her mind flashed back to being in the dungeon when Lola had been cruel to her then, too. The last thing on her mind was eating, she’d had enough to sustain her through this week and it wouldn’t affect her to skip this meal. She was too determined to upheave Lola now. This woman wasn’t a friend, and she definitely didn’t deserve a kind-hearted man like Forrest. Vitane assured herself she would be the downfall of this woman, even if it killed her...

Vitane stood about the same time as Jason, equivalently ready to be rid of the woman in her face. Vitane leaned into Jason as they left, holding him with her free hand as if he were her own precious cargo. She stopped aside Forrest, but failed to look him in the eye, her gaze staring ahead of her and her face was blank.
”I’m sorry your birthday sucked.” And that was it. The pair continued on to the Lounge without another word.

Vitane stood in front of the entryway to the lounge while Jason did whatever. Vitane was so in her head she was hardly aware of the world around her now. If Lola was a Hunter did that mean she came to this castle on purpose? For a mission of some kind? And if that was the case, was she still after Jason? She finally looked at him and realized he was right in front of her, offering more alcohol and she accepted the glass with a hollow movement. He asked her something and Vitane tried hard to focus on reality and not continue to envision the scene from the past.

She didn’t sip her drink and she didn’t look at Jason again until he retrieved the cup from her grasp. She was glad that she had him, in this state she would have been stuck in her head for hours but he was helping to remind her that there was still an existing world around her.
He held her face and her bright green eyes bore into his icy blue ones. As his words droned in her ears, her gaze slowly dropped.
You and Lola both checked out. So Lola had definitely seen what Vitane had. That same hill where her and Jason had made love also held the same footprints from a fight between Jason and Lola.
”I don’t really know what happened...I’ve never told you but...I can stop time. But I barely have any control over it. And now...Well, I guess I was sent into the past. I was thinking about you and Lola so much that I saw something that happened between the two of you...It doesn’t make much sense to me, really. Just sort of splotchy…” She trailed off and turned away.
”She...hurt you....Didn’t she?” She asked turning back to him with animosity in her eyes. She blinked hard and turned her head then grabbed the glass of whiskey and downed it.

”Can we just go to bed?” She asked, looking back at Jason again. Her eyes were filled with anxiety combined with exhaustion. She needed to rest. She tucked Jason’s hand into her’s and walked with him to his room. She peeled off the dress revealing the garter on her underwear. She smirked at Jason as she slid the dress down her slender legs. She wasn’t wearing a bra and her arms craned up in a sinister movement when she went to remove her necklace. With her arms raised and her fingers fidgeting with the clasp, she peered under her arm to smile at Jason again. She slid onto the bed and kicked her legs up, propping one on the other. She glanced at her heel that bounced up and down in anticipation, then to Jason and she bit her lip then cocked her head for him to come to her. And so he did.




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Upon his arrival the room grew awkward. His happy facade dropped at Jason’s words.
He took a sip from his drink and lightly set the glass on the table. He was watching both girls, his eyes swaying back and forth to try and pick up what was going on.
Lola’s smile had only made Forrest huff and look away from her. She spoke of her power, the allure she possessed and claimed that was the reason for the drama. Forrest squint his eyes towards Lola. Was this another lie? He couldn’t trust her anymore, but the look on Vitane’s face read close to hatred and it would make sense to be upset at her for putting Vitane under a veil. Forrest was upset, so she definitely had a right to be too.
Vitane grew barbaric in laughter and saying things about Lola. She even said that Lola was a liar.
And then he saw Jason’s grimace towards Lola. He didn’t believe her either. He clamped his teeth tight and looked away from the table, closing his eyes. Lying...again? This angered him beyond belief, but moreso it hurt him. No, it shattered him. He realized he had put too much faith into this woman.
And as if she was trying to twist the knife, Lola spoke nastily towards Vitane. He didn’t care much for the other human, but he expected more out of Lola and now she was showing colors that Forrest had never seen.

Jason announced that he and Vitane were leaving and he slightly slumped in his chair. What a shitty birthday. Vitane apologized and he didn’t even look at them as they left. He kept his gaze towards the floor and swirled his glass around in his left hand.
Lola began explaining herself for the allure and Forrest’s eyes stayed cemented to the same spot. He had set down his glass, however, and now his hand and fingers drummed against the table. The beat of his fingers stopped when he heard the pain in her voice. He closed his eyes and sighed then finally looked at her again.
“How I wish I could take it all back if it meant I wouldn't lose you.” A part of him wanted to collect her into his arms and tell her everything would be okay. But that would be a lie. He looked at her under sorrowful eyebrows, his grievous eyes stared at her. He hated this. He loved her. More than anything.

When Lola moved he watched her cautiously, but she eased into his lap and he drew back some as to not touch her. He tensed up, unsure of where to place himself now so his arms stayed slightly raised and moved back too. She touched him and it sent an electrocution through his body. That touch. He looked up at her sadly and gave a half-hearted smile. Then he was engulfed in her, her smell, her touch, her warmth. He sighed slowly and pulled his arms around her and held her for as long as she would allow. He knew he would probably just be hurting himself in the long run, but he couldn’t resist her. She grazed her nose along his cheek and just feeling her breath on him made him eccentric.
Then she kissed him. He grabbed her face and kissed her too. He kissed her as if he would never see her again and when she pulled away his eyes were still closed.

Soon she pulled him to his feet and led him to the heated pool off to the side. He watched her undress with analyzing eyes. He, too, got undressed with her and eased into the pool from the deep end. He wade in that place for a while, watching Lola as she swam through, her figure as graceful as always. He swam a little as well while Lola sank to the bottom. The water felt nice. When she sat down on the bench, he turned towards her and without thinking pulled her legs into the water and enveloped her into him as he kissed her again. He kissed her over and over, down her neck, her chest, her breasts. He couldn’t get enough. He picked her up out of the pool and transported in seconds to be in the attic. He lay her on the bed and caressed her face as he looked down at her.
”You’re beautiful.” He breathed, then kissed her for the rest of the night.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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




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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Vitane lay on the rugged ground. She scrunched her face in her sleep at a putrid smell in the air. She stirred and groaned, but finally sat up and opened her eyes. She was back on the hill that overlooked the city where she and Jason had been just hours before.
How did I get here? She held her head as she thought back, but her memories were cloudy.
She slowly raised herself up and when she turned around, Lola stood there behind her. She was dressed in a dark purple cloak and her hood was pulled up, but Vitane could recognize her red hair cascading down and the porcelain skin she had stared at for weeks; in awe of it. She looked malicious as Vitane could only see the lower half of her face curl up into an ugly sneer. Too ugly for such a pretty face. Now, Vitane realized that both of Lola’s hands were behind her back and her brows lowered in concern. She raised her head to peer behind the Hunter, but Lola drew her hands out and she held Jason’s head by a handful of his hair. His face was bloodied and his eyes were terrified. Vitane opened her mouth to scream, but no sound emerged. She grasped at her mouth in a frenzy, but she was distracted by the first audible noise of Lola laughing as she swung the head side to side in front of her.

”No!” She yelped out as she woke in a start and her eyes opened revealing the hysteria she felt. She grabbed for Jason’s body and pulled it to her, but for some reason he was cold. She lifted herself up to view him and came to see that he was covered in blood and headless.

Vitane cried lightly in her sleep and finally forced herself out from her nightmares. Her eyes slowly opened, scared to see the same scene in front of her, but Jason was missing from the bed. She looked around the room and got up to peek into his bathroom but he must have been long gone. She squint her eyes towards the window that let in bright light.
”Must be like 2’o clock or somethin’...” She muttered to herself then began looking around the room for her clothes. She could only find her underwear and shoes so she slipped on her panties and raided Jason’s closet for one of his black shirts before heading out the door with shoes in hand. She didn’t mind being exposed. You would think after being molested several times, a person would desire to hide their bodies in shame, but not Vitane. She flaunted herself. And she did it well when she wanted. She strolled through the hallways towards her room, gaining craned necks towards her from guards and even a couple of maids who were astonished to see her walking around like that.

Vitane slipped into her room to find three women waiting for her. One rose from leaning against the bed and ran to her at the door.
”You finally made it! We were starting to think you were ditching! Anyway, come this way, we have lots of options for you to look through.Ooo and your dress has arrived!” Vitane held her head for a moment while following behind the perky girl. She spoke in a sing-song voice and was too giddy and lively for Vitane’s liking. She listened, though, and traipsed behind the woman until she spot her dress hanging on the door to her bathroom. Her jaw dropped in awe and a little part of her wanted to join the bubbly girl in a dance of excitement because it was so perfect.

The women had already set up their mirrors and trays of makeup that lined Vitane’s otherwise empty counter in her bathroom. She slightly grimaced but proceeded to pull herself into the chair and the women began working on her almost immediately. They worked around her and Vitane spaced out besides when they asked her this or that questions and soon she was twirling in the mirror admiring her new hairstyle and makeup. She was delighted and a bit surprised by their job on her and she thanked them then slipped her dress on after they left. She gawked at herself, unable to recognize the almost doll-like figure in the mirror. She gave a half smile at the reflection but it dropped when she remembered the reason for celebrating. She knew she needed to tell Jason everything she knew before things got out of hand.

Vitane put on her accessories then began rummaging through her drawers for the final touch. From one of them emerged the crown, in hand, that she had been looking for. She had written to her grandma the past week requesting it for this occasion and she smirked to herself when she placed it on her head. Not only did this piece hold significant value to Vitane, but it was also the decoration that Jason had ripped out of Lola’s head so many years before. It would be a nice goodbye present for Lola to see before she would be escorted away after Vitane spilled her secrets. She smiled at herself in the mirror and nodded to herself in assurance then head towards the ballroom

Jason was waiting for her by the stairs and Vitane grinned seeing him in his suit.
”My goodness, look at you!” She said as she neared him, her hand on the railing of the stairs.
”How the hell did I get so lucky?” She smiled at him then saw his face and peered down at her dress, her leg was showing through the slit of the dress and she smiled then twirled for him, allowing the slit to show a little more leg while she did.
”It’s not necessarily ballroom material, but I love it. I hope you like it.” She said, shyly peering up at him as she tucked the few loose strands of hair behind her ear.

She glanced past him to see the hustle of maids and butlers and other servers who were quickly readying the area where the party would take place. Vitane’s head fell some.
”Jason...there’s -uh...something I need to talk to you about.”



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Forrest awoke to a knock on the door and he lazily moved in bed before opening his eyes. He slid out from the covers and opened the door regardless that he was only in his boxers. The servants were accustomed to the boy’s in their supernatural forms so this would be nothing. Jason would have been the only one in the household to complain anyway if he had been on the other side of the door. A maid blushed sweetly when he opened the door and stammered over her words to tell Lola she was being requested. Forrest thanked her and closed the door and smiled over at Lola, but she looked like she had seen a ghost.
”My darling, what’s wrong?” He said as he sat down on the edge of the bed. He went to hold one of her hands, but she was so quick to leave that he was left staring at the door, baffled. She’d been so awkward and nervous. Not like herself at all. She was usually so confident, but Forrest was left with even more confusing thoughts about Lola. He let himself fall all the way back onto the bed and sighed.
”Will I ever understand women?” He shook his head and grunted.
”Probably not.”

He looked up to see his suit hanging from the hook on the back of his door. Someone must have come in this morning to deliver it to him. He shrugged and stood from the bed to go to stare at his easel. Before realizing it he was pasionately painting, a media he hadn’t touched in decades. He had been inspired by his night with Lola and again, he was creating a piece of art where she was the subject. But as he continued to drag his brush this way and that, the canvas started to show a Lola that resembled how she had looked when he had turned to her this morning. Her face was pale and her eyes were hollow and dead. He had taken hours to get it just right, only to realize her face from this morning was still engrained into his brain. He growled at it, irritated and left it set up on the easel. He departed from his room to shower and get the paint off his hands and fingers. While the water flooded down on him, he racked his brain, trying to figure out why Lola would look so upset. He had pretty much forgiven her for the allure ordeal and clearly they’d made up last night. He shook his head and reverted back to the idea that all women are insane and worry too much prior to stepping out of the shower.

Forrest departed the bathroom to return to the Attic. He put on his suit and shoes and left the room looking for Lola to get some answers.

He found her waiting near the entrance to the ballroom and he almost stopped in his tracks upon admiring her. Even with the distance between them he could see how breathtaking she was. He got over being choked up as he closed the distance, then cleared his throat to announce his arrival. As she turned his breath caught in his throat and his mouth hung agape for a second too long before he realized and shook his head then cleared his throat again. He offered her his crooked arm and led her towards the doors to the ballroom.
”Hey, what was wrong this morning? It’s been bothering me since you left. Are you alright?” He remained outside of the doors with concern in his eyes waiting for her answer.

Afterwards, he pushed open the doors to reveal the two-story ballroom that had been decorated with his and Lola’s names in lights that bounced around the room. Their figures were portrayed in the act of a dance atop a table, made out of ice. Around the sculpture were trays of sushi, lobster, crab, filet mignon and lamb accompanied with several different sides and salads. Another table in front of the bar held crystal and wine glasses accompanied with a fountain of red wine. The bar behind it was readied with a limitless supply of alcohol. Spotlights centered on the couple as they approached the center of the room. Forrest peered over and smiled happily at Lola. A maid in a beautiful dress met them in the middle of the room and handed him a microphone.
”Hello, and welcome to each and every one of you! Thank you all so much for joining us for another year of celebration. Some of you may not have known, but I’m actually sharing my birthday party this year with a very special woman and one whom I’m hoping to celebrate the following years with. So, before I continue…” Forrest handed the mic to the maid waiting off to the side and he knelt down on one knee, taking Lola’s hand in his own. Sweat had already been beading on his forehead, but now his palms were incredibly sweaty as he reached into his coat pocket for a small box. He opened it up and smiled up at her, trying to contain his shaky hands as he brought it up for her to view closer.

”Lola, would you do me the honor of being my wife for the rest of your life?” He asked quietly. The rest of the world had been blocked off now and all he could hear was the pounding of his heart, despite the roar of the audience surrounding them. He slipped the ring on her finger and the crowd cheered.
”Don’t worry, you can answer me later.” He said with a wink as he rose. The maid scurried back to his side with the microphone and Forrest leaned over to speak into it while she still held it.
”And with that, we can start the dance.” More cheering erupted but Forrest could only see her again. The world grew silent except for the music and he bowed low to her then asked for her hand. He immediately swept her off of her feet by picking her up by her waist, carrying her a little before setting her down and continuing the dance. They stepped together in such synchronization that it looked like they’d been practicing for months for this dance. He was impressed with her skills as they matched with the old Demon’s. He spun her around and admired her every twist and turn of the dance and if he could, he would have danced with her for the rest of the night.

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Character Portrait: Forrest Carson Character Portrait: Lola Hart Character Portrait: Jason Carson Character Portrait: Vitane Todd Character Portrait: Tien Character Portrait: Eli Kingsley Character Portrait: Keaira Character Portrait: Adrian
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Dialog: #000066
Location: Ballroom
Through his hazy drunken eyes, he admired Vitane as she gracefully made her way down the stairs. He felt as though his heart was erupting as he gazed upon her beauty. “How did you get so lucky? Shit, I think you have it all wrong. You look fucking exquisite.” he rested his hand on her hip and grinned from ear to ear. ”It’s not necessarily ballroom material, but I love it. I hope you like it.”
“You’re perfect and yes, I love it.” He pulled her into him and kissed her on the lips. The corners of his mouth twitched up again, he was in absolute awe over her. “You have no idea” he breathed, resting his temple against hers and gripping the side of her dress “How much I just want to rip that gown off of you right now. I can’t believe I’m saying this but unfortunately, I have a party to host.” He kissed her forehead and intertwined his fingers with hers. He began leading her towards the ballroom, but she pulled him to a stop “Jason...there’s -uh...something I need to talk to you about.” He observed the concern on her face and then shifted his eyes to the crown on her head. He dropped her hand and took a step back from her as a wave of clarity washed over him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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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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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: Vitane Todd Character Portrait: God of Death / Arkin Winters Character Portrait: Ian McKinley
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Forrest landed wrong on his right leg and he was jolted with agonizing pain. He collapsed fully and growled out in anger. His jaw quivered, but not from the pain. He had been so close.
He hunched over his broken leg and curled his good one in closer to give him more support. He tried so hard to fight it, but black tears began forming at the edges of his eyes. He was so tired of crying over her, but he couldn’t stop himself. She’d heard him and even replied. He expectantly stared at the opening above showing a little sliver of the outside world. Millions of stars twinkled overhead in the midnight purple sky.

Time slowed on and Forrest hung his head in defeat much sooner than he had hoped to again. A part of him realized that he was too dependent on Lola. He had to get himself over her, there was no real assurance that she would even agree to go back with him. But his only other emotion towards her was anger and he didn’t want to develop that emotion into hate. He moreover felt confused and his breathing began picking up into a hyperventilating. He was so overwhelmed. With this new realm, with experiencing pain, and what had her little Hunter friend meant? He repeated the line in his head.
“Demons be damned, Demons be saved. Black wings of their own, their bloodline gave.” Was it a hint? Demons were always damned, how could they be saved? But his mind flashed back to the prophecy and he was reminded how a certain line somewhat mirrored what Tien had said to Lola.

He yelled in vexation and then bellowed out, “Damn you, Lola! He felt so abandoned here. He felt like a child again, being tucked carefully by his mother underneath a nearby bed or stowed away in a closet. For hours he would huddle in the dark and shiver in terror as he would repeatedly hear screams and pleas from his mother’s lips begging Syxx to stop hurting her for whatever the reason was that day.

His emotions were twisting up into each other. Above him he heard laughter and he turned to see a tall figure in a weathered cloak. An evil face grinned down at him and Forrest was now face to face with The God of Death. Forrest was shocked that he would see him this early on in the game, but he assured himself that surprises were bound to be around every corner. This was his realm and they were the hamsters in his maze of torture. This world was his to control and that unnerved the Demon even further. Forrest did not speak. He observed as The God of Death laughed heartily at him from his outcry then threw in an whirring and spurting object before closing the trapdoor and snuffing out the light.

The object skittered to the ground and began sparking where it sat before it exploded, sending Forrest flying into the nearest wall. His side hit the barrier and he collapsed, coughing and grunting in agony. His hearing was shot and all he could make out was the high ringing that continued non-stop. His hands went to his ears to try and muffle the sound, but then he realized his head was ringing. He tried opening his eyes, but his vision was blurry and his leg hurt even worse now. Where were his healing abilities? If he was healing it was a slower process than he was used to and he begged for it to hurry the hell up and disperse this pain.

His mind went back to the redhead. She was the cause of all of this. He wouldn’t be here right now if she hadn’t invaded his castle as the enemy. She had truly betrayed him and it was finally sinking in. She was to blame for all of this. For Vitane’s death, Jason’s suffering, and now Forrest was thrown into the mix because he just had to fall in love with a psychopath. He was so frustrated with her and with his emotions. He blocked it off as best as he could and focused on the matter at hand. He was now trapped in some dark hallway and he had a fracture, possible broken leg, a new bloody nose, and the slightly healed spots of eaten away skin from the acid rain.

Forrest grappled the wall closest to him in an attempt to hoist himself up. His efforts failed miserably several times and he cursed himself in German, now sitting in the most comfortable position he could manage. He began scooting instead, finding this to be his best and least painful method of transportation. He continued cursing in German as he pulled himself along the ground, going further into the black unknown.

His eyes had finally adjusted to the darkness, something he had never experienced before. Naturally his eyes would keep his vision in check no matter what kind of situation he was in, but now with these new eyes, he had to get used to things that humans endured. And oh, how he hated it. So helpless, so vulnerable, so powerless. He sighed, sitting in place. His muscles were beginning to ache from the effort, another new happening. He was so exasperated and his mind was exhausted. His limbs shaky despite that he’d only traveled a few hundred feet.

Forrest was struggling along again until he met a wall. He felt along the stones and deciphered that he’d come to a fork. Left or right were his choices. Or back towards where he’d fallen, in hopes that someone would peak their head in to help, but he doubted Lola would ever come and he lacked even more faith in the idea that Jason had followed him. Jason was too strong-willed to follow anyone. He had most likely gone off on his own and that not only worried Forrest, but it irritated him that Jason would not even care to stay together in this place.
”Selfish bastard.” He muttered as he pulled himself off to the left.

He stayed like this; turning here, scooting this way, and taking a breather for what felt like a very long time, but when he looked down to his forgotten watch he revealed to himself that he’d left Jason’s side about twenty minutes ago in Earth time. He’d been down here for at least a couple of hours, he was sure, but that had to be the comparison from Earth to Tenebris time. He grunted as he scooched himself farther on into the unknown.

A few long minutes later a bright white light descended from the ceiling of the enclosure. Forrest stopped in place and marveled at the pure glow. It blinded the Demon and his eyes squint against the blinding light and he held his hand up as a shield. The light sank down in front of him and stopped when it touched the ground.
The light expanded to all edges of the area giving Forrest insight that there were several hallways ahead to choose from. Then the light dissipated and a translucent Vitane emerged from where the light had been.

Forrest’s eyes slightly bulged at the sight of her, but he reminded himself that this realm was owned by The God of Death. It was very likely that spirits traveled through this realm.
”V-Vitane?” He asked aloud, still unsure if it was her.
The blue haired girl looked past him and frantically looked from side to side as if she was startled by the change of scenery. She then met his golden eyes and hers brightened into a look of relief that Forrest had never seen her express, especially towards him. She collapsed into him, but Forrest felt no warmth or touch from her. She seemed to be weeping, but when she rose, there were no tears present. Only the look of sorrow and gratefulness shrouded her face.
”Where are we Forrest?” She asked, still peeking around her shoulder.
”Some kind of maze, I’m not really sure. I kinda just dropped in.” He gave an awkward chuckle at his try at a joke, but he felt no heart behind it.
Vitane’s eyes stayed on Forrest’s and her face turned up into the biggest grin he’d ever seen, as if it had been the funniest joke she’d ever heard. She began laughing hysterically and Forrest figured it was just her way to relieve the insanity of this realm so he did not interrupt her.

”Vitane, what are you doing here?” He looked hurt, although he had pieced some of the story together already. She had died and now she was a wandering spirit here for whatever reason.
”I-I don’t know. But I found out something that could help you. The God of Death has a room with a giant gem in it...I think he’s a Hunter or something. But it’s-” She began being pulled away and she grabbed towards Forrest but her hand disappeared as he reached for it and she was gone and he was alone again.




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Ian shuffled across the palace, heading towards the party. He wasn’t quite sure why there was a party going on, nor did he receive an invite. But being a Hunter and living in this realm was enough of a reason for him to deem himself a guest too.
He pushed into the doorway, shouldering several people out of his way as he did so. He ignored the rude looks and scoffs directed towards him and continued about his merry way. As a butler passed by, Ian swiped one of the drinks off of his tray just as The God of Death replaced an empty glass onto the same tray. Ian turned away and downed the contents of the crystal in a single gulp then passed on the empty glass to the first open hand that he saw, despite that it was another visitor to the party. The woman who he’d handed the glass to had begun to argue with him that she, ”Was most certainly not his mother!” Ian turned around on heel without losing step and grinned at her.

”Of course you’re not!” He replied still grinning then began to turn around while finishing his statement, ”I killed her years ago!” He beamed then melted into the crowd.
He swayed with the music once in awhile when he felt the need. A few drinks later paired with the continuation of confused guests, Ian had found his way to the head table where The God of Death sat with whatever her name was and his good friend Tien.

Ian slid into the booth without welcoming and happily pulled the tray out from underneath the redhead’s grasp. She’d been bowed down to take in more of the powder, but Ian now was snorting line after line with a very confused Lola staring after him.
Ian sighed and leaned back against the support of the booth, his arm fell behind the backrest of Tien and he carelessly stared back at Lola and The God of Death.

”Sup?” He asked the two, nodding his head up when he did.
He smirked and looked back to Tien and a handsome grin swept across his face revealing the two pointy fangs that joined attendance with his other teeth.

”What have you been up to, my man?” Ian asked. The fairy dust was starting to perk him up and he was eager for conversation, but specifically with Tien. He didn’t much care for the other occupants of the table so he blatantly ignored them unless directly spoken to.

”Hunting, getting fucked up, the usual.” Tien replied smoothly with a grin on his face before he brought the slap stick to his lips to take another drag. Tien gave Ian a sideways glance and the Vampire caught on almost instantly.

”Gods, you’re just like Jenson! It’s not like I’m not an open book anyway.” He said then pointed to Arkin.
”Hate him,” He 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.” He laughed aloud but the only other person at the table that seemed to be amused by him was Tien who laughed with Ian.

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Character Portrait: Forrest Carson Character Portrait: Lola Hart Character Portrait: Jason Carson Character Portrait: Vitane Todd Character Portrait: Tien Character Portrait: God of Death / Arkin Winters Character Portrait: Ariel Carson Character Portrait: Ian McKinley
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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.
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.



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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.




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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: Forrest Carson Character Portrait: Lola Hart Character Portrait: Jason Carson Character Portrait: Vitane Todd Character Portrait: Tien Character Portrait: God of Death / Arkin Winters 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.
“Love.”
“Fear.”
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?




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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 love...you 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.




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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.