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Rusty Lee

"I would even follow you into the abyss."

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a character in “Dark Extinction”, as played by Arrow-

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"I would even follow you into the abyss."




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n i c k n a m e s x // x Rus , Rust

a c t u a l x a g e x // xtwenty-four

g e n d e r x // xfemale

s e x u a l i t y x // xheterosexual

o r i g i n x // xpauls valley, oklahoma

s p e c i e s x // xhuman, hunter






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D E C O R U S


h e i g h t x // x5'5"

w e i g h t x // x135lbs

h a i r x // xRusty has rich chocolate brown hair that she hasn't cut in years, leaving it long and wavy. Her hair can often be found in a messy ponytail or bun, as she likes keeping it out of the way.

e y e s x // xJust like her older sister, Rusty has fair green eyes with the hint of golden flecks and brown around the irises.

o d d i t i e s x // xAlong her left collar bone, Rusty had her sisters birthday tattooed in roman numerals.

a p p e a r a n c e x // xRusty has a smaller build than her sister; thin and lean. This does not mean she is weak, but rather, despite her small frame she is rather muscular. Her body is built rather for speed and endurance than pure, raw strength. Due to working in the sun a lot, her skin is a light tan. Pair this with her softer looking face, piercing green eyes and doll-like lips, some may call her uniquely beautiful.

Rusty doesn't much care for fashion or beauty in general, so she can often be found in the same black jeans, black tank top, oversized plaid jacket and steel toe work boots.






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speedx // x Rusty is built for speed and can run faster than any other human she knows. She is a quick thinker and can beat anyone in a race.

drivingx // x With her background knowledge in cars and her good perception, Rusty is an ace driver and can maneuver a vehicle like her own body.

escapex // x Rusty is somewhat of an escape artist. She can get herself out of most situations with her own bare hands, much faster if she can create tools with things around her.

marksmenx // x Though her sister would prefer her not to have to fight, Rusty knows how to work her way around multiple types of guns and bows.



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axelx // x Her sister is her only family and the one who raised her. Without Axel, Rusty would be lost.

physical strengthx // x Rusty isn't built as strongly as her sister, and though she is strong, she wouldn't do very well in a physical fight.



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losing axel x // x Axel is the most important person to Rusty. She would be absolutely ruined if she was ever harmed.

deathx // x Rusty is mortal, and thus she too could die an easy death. She doesn't want her life to end with a pointless death.

dark speciesx // x After the night of her mothers death and learning of her fathers true nature as a vampire, she has been afraid of the species coming back to hurt her or Axel.





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P E R S O N A L I T A T E
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Rusty is usually seen as being kind, empathetic, intelligent and selfless; much the opposite to her older sister. In some senses, Rusty can be seen as a sheltered prude, and a geek next to her sister, as she is a lot more tame. When it comes to Axel though, Rusty would do absolutely anything her sister asked, even if she didn't completely agree with what was being asked. She is compassionate to her sister and respects her a lot for raising her, thus why she followed in her foot steps to become a hunter.

Rusty is intelligent, in fact, she is smarter than most people give her credit for. If she had wanted, Rusty could have been working for the government as a mechanical engineer or a mathematician, but she instead landed herself a job as a hunter. Not only was it next to her sister who she loves dearly, she also believes that destroying the dark species would be beneficial to the world. She believes in the cause entirely, though she disagrees with the murder of humans.

When it comes to hunting, Rusty prefers not to do the killing, as it makes her feel guilty; even if she knows its for the best. Some times it is hard for her to push aside the kindness she has and remember that what they are killing aren't human.






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H I S T O R I A R U M

Rusty Jo Lee was one of the many people born into a less fortunate situation. In the outskirts of a dead end swamp town, Rusty grew up with her mother, father and older sister of ten years. In a trailer no less. Her mother was a lovely woman that did her best to provide for the family, even taking multiple jobs to support her dead-beat husband and two daughters. Rusty's father was your stereotypical, atrocious hick; lazy, jobless, abusive to both his wife and daughters and addicted to alcohol... and maybe more. Axel, Rusty’s older sister, was most times the only line of defence between Rusty and their father. Unlike Axel, Rusty had always been rather feminine despite her trying not to, and quickly drew the prying eyes of their father. Axel was always the one who stood in to defend and protect her while their mother was away. Besides that, Axel would always help her with homework, beating up bullies and doing chores. Ever since those years Rusty has had a permanent dependence on Axel. Her older sister is nothing but perfect in her eyes and is she Rusty's rock.

A majority of Rusty’s childhood, if you could even call it that, was spent away from her father. If she wasn't at school, Axel or their mother would bring her along to their jobs where she would help out or do homework. Of course, this all ended at the ripe age of seven when they lost their mother.

One day, out of the blue, Axel and Rusty’s father disappeared. It had all been rather confusing to Rusty at first, wondering where her father had gone. Being the innocent child she was, she just wanted her family to be together, but after a week she realized that with him gone, both her older sister and mother were much happier. The bruises garnished from that man on the three girls faded and they were left much better off. Nothing gold can last forever though, and one night while they watched movies together as a little family, her father burst into the trailer and murdered their mother, with Rusty next in line. Luckily Axel had been there to tear the man away from her, shove her out the door and tell her to run and find help.

That night was the worst of Rusty’s life. Her little seven year old body, in pyjamas and barefoot, ran as fast as it possibly could until she reached the police station in the middle of town. Now, the police officers could recognize Rusty right away due to her fathers dealings with the police. All it took for them to run out the door was Rusty’s screams and the look on her face.

From then on, it was just her and Axel. Axel was the one who taught her everything there was to know about being a good person, about manners and mannerisms. She was the one who had held her sobbing body at their mothers funeral and the only person to attend her public and high school graduations. Axel assumed the position of both mother and sister. Of course, there was many times where they were almost torn apart; authorities always thought that Rusty would be much better with a foster home, but Axel always found a way for them to stay together.

Luckily there was no more traumatic events growing up with her sister. She graduated high school with oddly high grades and dabbled with vehicles and mechanics for a while after, gaining a passion for driving and mechanical engineering. Soon enough she found herself right along her sister in training to be a hunter to all the less-than-human beings out there. Somehow, the sisterly duo ended up becoming wildly well-known for their hunting skills, and now run a whole hunting operation together.





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So begins...

Rusty Lee's Story

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Livia Ardelean Character Portrait: Mephistopheles Character Portrait: Axel Lee Character Portrait: Cassius Glaber Character Portrait: Valentine Loup-Garote Character Portrait: Blake Kansas Character Portrait: Jian Fen Character Portrait: Clodagh An Character Portrait: Alistaire Kim Character Portrait: Claudius Kim Character Portrait: Ari Haley Character Portrait: Lucas Vercannon Character Portrait: Rusty Lee

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Mephistopheles sat at his massive ebony desk deep within the labyrinth that was hell. Page after page he signed parchment and folded them up. He then wrapped them in ribbon and poured hot wax where the edges met. He clenched his right fist before pressing the seal on his ring into the black wax leaving a calligraphic “M” in the drying form. With a sigh, he leaned back in the cracked leather chair, the squeaking of the gears echoing around the quiet room.

“Nazeer,” Mephistopheles called to the door towards the demon that stood guard outside his study.

The man entered, bowing before he approached the large desk that nearly swallowed the whole of the room. “Yes Phaedra?”

Mephistopheles stood up from his seat, pressing his hands against the pleats of his suit jacket before motioning for the man to approach. He scooped up the fresh letters and held them out towards Nazeer. “Deliver these to the head of each faction… Vampires, werewolves…. All of them.” He pointed his index finger towards the man. “Directly into their hands. I want them delivered and you back within the hour. Now go.”

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Livia stood in the center of her large council room. Her palms down on the table as she stares at a large map of the globe. She takes a deep breath as she brushes back her crimson hair before reaching out an unsteady hand. Her trembling fingers grabbed a figurine that stood over Romania. She cupped the wood carved lion in her palm before yelling and throwing it at the wall, the small object breaking into pieces.

“Ducissa…” One of her guards said as he stood at the door of the large room.

Livia grabbed the edge of the table and flipped it as she screamed. Her eyes flashing to a golden color as a growl rumbled in her throat. “Another pack… Gone!”

“I know my lady.”

“Vladmir… How many are left?” she asked as her chest heaved heavily with each breath. Livia was on the edge of shifting. Her emotions were unhinged. She paced around the room, her left hand on her hip while her right pinched the bridge of her nose. The clicking of her heels reverberated off the walls of the room as she walked back and forth.

Vladmir didn’t answer. He cupped his hands together as his gaze fell to the floor.

“How many!?” she demanded of him.

“Five packs remain my lady… Including ours. We’ve officially been deemed endangered.”

Livia covers her mouth trying to subside a whimper. She sniffled before wiping her eyes, turning to face Vladmir. “Vlad—” her voiced cracked, “Vladmir, send word that all the remaining shifters must migrate here so that we may fortify and try to repopulate.”

“My lady, might I suggest you take a mate… Seeing our leader set an example of our need to breed then maybe—”

Livia raised her hand to silence him. “What would be the purpose in me taking a mate?”

Vladmir quickly looked down, “Apologize Ducissa… I didn’t think, I’m sorry.”

”Ducissa.” Another guard stepped into the room followed by another. “Nazeer, ambassador for Mephistopheles the right hand of Lucifer.”

Livia waved Vladmir away before she nodded her head for the man to enter. Nazeer came before her, bowing then held out a black piece of parchment towards her. She took the paper in her hand before nodding her head towards the demon. With a final bow he disappeared in a cloud of black smoke.

She cleared her throat and took a deep breath as she turned the letter over. Her fingers carefully pealed back the wax seal and opened the parchment. Livia cursed under her breath when she saw it was all in latin. “For the love of God… Who speaks latin anymore?” She sighed as she scratched the recesses of her mind to read its contents.

Madame Livia Ardeleane,
It is time. Vegas, 24 hours.

“Vladmir, Xander” she called after her guards. They both filed into the room. “The meeting has been called. I must travel for Vegas. I appoint both of you to act in my place. Stay in constant contact with me directly. I need to know how the migration is faring. Keep the shifters hidden in the bunkers at all times with constant guard rotations. I don’t want any hunters getting in here, you hear me?”

Livia crumples up the note, as she hurries down the long corridors of the barracks. As she passes a fireplace she tosses it into the flames. On her heals Vladmir and Xander followed. Xander quickened his step to move in front of Livia, walking backwards as he speaks to her. “Ducissa, I implore that you take a guard with you. The journey to Vegas is long and it is a known haven for the Dark Species. There no doubt will be hunters there as well.”

“Do you find me incapable of protecting myself?” Livia motioned her hand for two female shifters that waited beside double doors to open them, allowing her and the guards to enter her private chambers.

“It’s not that… But you do not have a mate or an heir to succeed you. Everyone worries for your well being. You’re the best leader our species has seen… but a meeting with the other leaders could put your life at high risk. It’s not just hunters but the others that can prove dangerous. You need someone who will have your back, no matter what.”

Livia nodded her head as towards him as she began rushing about her chambers. She grabbed a suitcase and grabbed what things she could manage and shoved them inside. “Bring me Anton.

The guards hurried off while the women remained and began to help Livia pack for the journey. She couldn’t help but worry about what the guards had said. What would happened if she died? No heir, no mate… Nothing. The shifters would start fighting amongst themselves to choose a leader only hindering their growth more. It turned her stomach.

“Ducissa,” Anton bowed at the entrance. “How may I assist you?”

“Pack your things, we head for Vegas at midnight.”

“Of course. Shall I acquire airline tickets and hotel accommodations?”

Livia shook her head as she placed clothing in the suitcase. “I do not fly if I’m not the one controlling it.”

“So… We’re driving?”

“I’m driving. Gather your things and meet me at my car.”

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Axel lounged in the passenger seat of their old busted up pickup truck. Her feet crossed out the window over the sideview mirror as she looks over a piece of black parchment. Carry on my Wayward sons begins on the radio. Axe leans over, quickly shutting it off. “Hate that song.”

She flicks her cigarette out the window before raising her sunglasses, using them to hold back her short messy hair. ”With the extermination of the Gorgons, do you think I rightfully inherit this fancy invitation to Vegas?” Axel asked sarcastically. She didn’t expect to come upon this when they attacked the Gorgon hive. The extinction of yet another Dark Species of course was something she was happy about but this was an entirely new find.

“It’s addressed to Medusa,” she snorted as she read over the letter again and again. “Ole bitch created quite a myth letting people think Perseus killed her…” Axel flipped the paper over and studied the wax seal “M”. Who the fuck was M?
After a good half an hour of silence it final hit Axel. “Oh my god I have it… Stop the truck.” She shoved the letter in her pocket as she brought her legs into the truck. She turned around in her seat, pushing open the back window. Axe climbed through the window and as she stood up she put her sunglasses back on.

Axel waved her arms to get the others’ attention. She then unclipped her walkie talkie from her belt. “Hey trailer twats! Pit stop!”

She slammed her hand on the top of the truck before shouting towards Rusty, “Pull over here!”

When the truck came to a halt on the side of the state route, Axel hurdled the side of the truck and landed on the ground. They were entirely surrounded by desert on this dirt covered two lane road. She walked over to the driver’s side door and opened it, “Let’s go Vin Diesel, time for a pow wow.”

Once everyone was there on the shoulder of the road, Axel took out the letter and grinned deviously. “I figured it out… This was addressed to Medusa. Head evil bitch gorgon ruler. It’s not a letter of gathering armies or preparing a battle. War wouldn’t go down in Vegas, hunters are outnumbered ten to one there. Sure it would hurt us but that’s not where you hit us to do damage.” Axe started talking faster as she tried to explain her reasoning.

She snapped in front of Lucas, “Stay with me city boy.” Axel pointed to the M in the seal. “Anyone besides Rusty remembered theology? M… Mephistopheles. He’s rumored to either be Lucifer or be the first angel to fall from heaven after Lucifer. So… if the devil or the closest thing to the devil is writing to the head of the Gorgons to meet in Vegas… I believe that this is going to be a meeting of the leaders of the remaining species.”

Axel grinned showing her excitement at connecting the dots on her own without Rusty’s wicked brain to beat her to the punch. “Alright, your gratitude would be nice.”

After a moment she sighed. “If we can take out the leaders of all of the Dark Species at once… We’d be global heroes. The species would be in chaos without their leaders fighting amongst themselves and weak. That’s exactly the advantage we need.”

Axel walked to the bed of the truck and lowered the tailgate. “I’m going to ride ahead, scout out what information I can get.” She climbed up into the bed of the truck and started unhooking her motorcycle. “Meet me at the first roach motel you see on this state route on your way into the city. I’ll be there.”

She kicked down the ramp for her bike and rolled it down onto the ground. Axel walked over to Rusty, kissing her forehead before she mounted her motorcycle. “6 hours… and rooms on you pretty boy,” She said towards Lucas before she started the engine, and sped off leaving a trail of dust in her wake.

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Mephistopheles stepped out of his limousine before Caesar’s Palace. He motioned two fingers at his guards to leave his bags in the car and follow him inside. As he walked inside her unbuttoned his suit jacket then tucked his hands into his trouser pockets. He made his way inside and towards the welcome counter where an all too optimistic woman waited to great him. “Hello sir. Welcome to the beautiful and extravagant Caesar’s Palace. Here at the Palace we exercise a zero prejudice environment. We welcome humans and Dark Species alike to enjoy a little R&R within our walls and promise that you will not be bothered or endangered while under our roof.”

Mephistopheles rested his left arm on the counter as he held out a solid gold credit card towards the woman. “You know who I am. Penthouse suite. None receive a key to the top floor without the pass word or I will personally harvest your soul for my dinner. If we are disturbed, you will hear from me.” He reached his hand over the counter, grabbing the key or the penthouse.

The woman stood there silent and nodded her head in agreement as Mephistopheles dictated his wishes. He then left her and made his way to the elevator. Once inside he scanned his door key and pressed the button for the penthouse. After starting their ascension, Mephistopheles adjusted his cufflinks while talking towards his two guards. “Nazeer, who will be joining us?”

“Shapeshifter, vampire, werewolf, demon, reaper, witch, nightmare, siren, incubus and banshee.”

“I thought there was more,” he said as the doors open to the penthouse.

“Yes my lord, but the leviathans were… purged when I arrived and the gorgons… I’ve heard no word. The letter was put straight into Medusa’s hands but, I fear that they too have met the same fate. The remaining species have been—”

Mephistopheles waved his hand to silence the guard knowing the words before he spoke them. “Go prepare for out guests. No doubt there will be blood shed here… So let’s hide anything that can be used as a weapon.”

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Livia swerved through the streets of Vegas, her Ferrari cornering like a dream as she refused to follow street laws. In a world where everything was being taken from her, it was nice to feel untouchable if even for a moment.

She came to a stop before Caesar’s Palace. Livia looked over towards Anton who looked like a deer in headlights in the passenger seat. “We’re here.”

“Thank God,” he said as he wasted no time in climbing out of the red demon car.

Livia chuckled as she got out of the driver’s seat. She placed her hand on the rough of the car as she put her heels on before walking around the car. She walked into the lobby where she met a chipper woman who was about to give her welcome speech. Liv quickly cut her off “Morior Invictus.”

The woman nodded her head, reaching under the counter to pull out a penthouse key. “My Lord asks that you hand over your keys. He has made diligent instructions about where your luggage and vehicle shall be taken.”

Livia reluctantly forfeited her keys. “A single scratch… And I’ll raze this Palace.” She continued forward towards the elevators.

Once her and Anton were inside he cleared his throat, “Ducissa… Do you know what will happen inside?”

“No, Anton, I do not,” Livia admitted with a sigh.

“Then forgive me for coming armed.” He looked down at the ground accepting the consequences of his actions.

“I was the one who agreed to come unarmed. You made no such promise. Please just hold until I give word.” She glances over her shoulder towards him.

“Yes my lady.”

Livia gave his upper arm a reassuring squeeze before exiting the elevator. She slowly made her way through the penthouse until she came to the overly ornate and expensive dining room where Mephistopheles sat at the head of the table. “Ducissa Ardeleane I presume?”

He stood up and closed the distance towards her. Mephistopheles took her hand, bowing and placing a kiss upon her knuckles. “It is a pleasure to finally meet the newest edition to this… council.” Not that it was a council but it was the most neutral and potentially optimistic way of looking at it.

“Yes, yes I know I am one of the youngest leaders… Thank you for reminding me.” She shrugged her shoulders. “No matter. I’m not here to discuss my right to be treated as an equal… Not yet anyway.” Livia didn’t take a seat and instead decided to wonder about the penthouse until the others arrived.

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New York City, Presbyterian University Hospital of Columbia and Cornell

“Can I get a reading on his blood pressure please.” Doctor Blake Kansas asked, his hands preoccupied with attaching a graft to bypass a blocked artery in his patient’s heart.

“128 over 88 Doctor.” The nurse replied, although Blake didn’t stop or even make any indication he heard her.

“A little high, apply 5 cc’s of nitro and monitor. Pump status?” Blake asked once more, at this point he was only doing it to keep his mind busy. Over the countless centuries he had done surgeries like this plenty of times, almost to the extent as to call it monotony. His hands moved without any hesitation or shaking, as steady as the ticking of the clock.

“No problems on this end.” Blake gave a nod, finishing up the second of three grafts needed for the man on the table. He took a moment to peer over at the man’s face, completely passed out as the gas being pumped in through the mask kept him under for the duration of the operation. He would have to admit, this guy was a caveat of fear when Blake had given him his primary diagnosis. He hadn’t let him know that he could perform this operation until he had filled up his reserves of power for at least the foreseeable future. He had had to pull some parts of the man’s saphenous veins from his legs in order to perform this surgery, and to be honest this patient was a complete mess. Blake could see evidence of long time smoke inhalation consistent with a smoker lifestyle. His lungs looked like someone had thrown them on a brisket BBQ, black and basically charcoal. Not to mention there were several other factors to consider, his ripening age and sedentary lifestyle among the top. Regardless, he had a hippocratic oath to help the man.

With the ease of hundreds of years worth of practice, Blake finished up the triple heart bypass and stood back. ”Alright, sew him back up and get him to post op. Monitor him closely and pay special attention to his blood pressure. If he hits 130 over 90, you let me know immediately. Keep him attached to oxygen for as long as possible, this man’s lungs look like they were torched with a flamethrower so he may start complaining about shortness of breath. Questions?”

“No Doctor, we’ll take care of him.” The nurse replied as the others in the room went about finishing up the surgery. Blake made his way towards the door, removing his gloves and masks and placing them in the sterilization bin. He walked out the door, moving towards the waiting area. He tugged at his blue scrubs slightly, surprised at himself that he managed to keep the blood at a minimum. Usually those kinds of surgeries were a lot more messy, so that was a definite plus in his mind. He opened the door to the waiting area and saw it was about three quarters full of people either waiting for a doctor to look at them or to hear the verdict of a surgery such as his. He recognized the family of his patient, an aging wife and two daughters who were well into their twenties. He walked up to them, his hands clasped behind his back as they noticed his approach.

“Doctor Kansas.” One of the daughters stated, her flowing brown hair draping her shoulders as creases of concern marred an otherwise attractive face. “Are you done the surgery?” A stupid question that Blake had been asked so many times he couldn’t even muster up the will to be irritated by it.

”Yes, and you will be relieved to know that it was a complete success. They’re finishing up the post op now and your father will be wheeled into a recovery area.” Blake saw the relief wash over their face, but he held up a hand. ”Yes, it’s a good thing, there’s no doubt about that, but there’s something you should be made aware of. While I was in there, I managed to poke around a bit and saw the effects of your father’s lifestyle. While I have prolonged his life with this surgery, it should be noted that it won’t be for very long unless you can convince him to have a healthier lifestyle and to give up smoking.”

“We’ve tried in the past, but he’s addicted to those things.” The other daughter, younger with a multi-color short pixie haircut that screamed ‘rebel’. She wasn’t as attractive as her sister, at least in the refined sense, but she made up for it in spunk if her chopped up attire was anything to by.

”Well I would suggest trying harder.” Blake stated, his tone coming across as a disapproving father rather than cold or heartless. ”We’ve already taken precautions to minimize the risk, but even now he’ll have to be attached to oxygen for far longer than any other outpatient because his lung capacity has been severely reduced. At this point, I would suggest a very tough love approach to this situation. I wouldn’t want to see him on my table again so soon after such a successful operation.” The family seemed to look down and slowly nod.

“We will do our best Doctor. When can we see our dad?” The first daughter asked once more, to which Blake checked his watch.

”Well, like I said their patching him up now...including the time to get him into the recovery area...a nurse should escort you to him in about half an hour or so, so hang tight.” They all seemed to nod, looking around for a clock.

“Alright, thank you.” The oldest daughter stated before turning back towards her family. What they didn’t know was that they had just given Blake a little bit of a top up in his power reserves with the fear of loss and failure now permeating around them. They didn’t want to lose their father and they didn’t want to fail in getting him to quit his smoking and standard mode of living. It wasn’t major, but it was the equivalent of eating a couple of cookies. Blake made his way out of the waiting room, walking down the halls and removing the cap from his head as he did so.

A lengthy walk later had him at the door to his office, his name and credentials posted in gold lettering on the door. He opened it up to reveal a rather simplistic albeit sizable room. A glossy and well maintained desk, several file cabinets, a few more chairs...and a person standing inside. He paused for a moment, staring at the Demon as he slowly stepped inside and closed the door, locking it behind him and making sure the blinds were shut. ”You know I don’t like to be interrupted while I’m at work. Make it quick.” Blake stated, his voice low and the threat very much implied as Nazeer handed over a letter. Without so much as a word, the demon disappeared into smoke as Blake gave the letter a once over.

He walked over to his desk, grabbing a letter opener and peering at the contents inside. After reading it, he rubbed his chin with his hand before reaching for his phone. A couple beeps later and he got the rather overly optimistic voice of his Head of Department.

”Doctor Candine, I think I’m going to need to take a sabbatical.”




Blake tugged at the black suit jacket he was wearing as he stepped out of the taxi, his other hand carrying a silver suitcase filled with a number of things, chief among them being weapons for his personal use. The suitcase was lead lined, preventing x rays from peering inside or metal detectors from sensing their presence. Even though there was the underlying mention to not be armed in the presence of the council members, Blake had long ago ignored that rule after one too many accidents between boiling blood and headstrong alpha males and females. Inside his suit was a single .45 pistol, non-descript and all identifying markers such as a serial number filed off. The rest of his luggage had already been moved to another hotel, a less notable one off the beaten path. Nothing of any real importance, mainly clothing and the like. Either way, he wasn’t stupid enough to believe that he was going to stay in this hotel with every other important member of the Dark Species in attendance. They were basically asking for someone to come kill them all if that was the case. Plans for plans, that was Blake’s basic mentality.

He made his way inside and walked to the front desk. There, a cheery woman gave her speech about the building, a smile so wide and frustratingly warming that Blake had trouble giving a smile of his own as he politely waited for her to stop talking. ”Morior Invictus” He stated, and her demeanor changed entirely. She pulled out a penthouse key, looking at the briefcase that Blake was carrying.

“My lord has made specific instructions as to what to do with your luggage sir. If I may?”

”You may not. There’s no need for you to take this, I will be fine.” Blake stated, starting to make his way towards the elevator.

“Sir, I must insist. It is my duty…” She made to chase after him, as he sighed and turned around.

“You have your duty, and I have mine. If your ‘lord’ gets angry simply say that Blake was a handful. He should understand completely.” Blake stated, giving a quick flash of a smile and leaving the woman wondering what she should do. Blake stepped onto the elevator, pressed the appropriate button, and within a few seconds was on the correct floor and standing in front of the door where they were to meet. He could hear the pleasant sounds of a piano being played as he stepped through into the room.

Inside were a few people already. Naturally, there was Mephistopheles, the right hand of Lucifer. They knew each other, at least on a professional basis. They’re personalities matched when the job was the focus point, but everything else about the fallen angel and the demon was conflicting. Not to mention there were the multiple fights about Blake’s chosen earthly profession, and the constant bickering that he was ‘helping’ the enemy. They seemed to have found a neutral ground when it came to keeping the Dark Species alive, and whatever M’s thoughts on Blake now, there had to be some begrudging respect for Blake’s abilities and innate skill in staying alive for over 1500 years.

Over to the side was a new addition to the council. Ducissa Ardeleane, the leader of a very rapidly declining shapeshifter population if memory served him right. He had had no prior contact with this woman before now, but if reputation preceded her, he doubted they would get along at least past a professional sense. Her guard seemed somewhat twitchy though, and that worried Blake at least inwardly. He didn’t want things to escalate because someone overreacted, but he guessed that’s why he was here. He could sense when fear was taking over and act accordingly.

The last person in the room was the Incubus leader Claudius Kim, and was the one filling the room with pleasant music. He could remember meeting the being a couple times before, and had actually enjoyed his company although Blake was worried that this was merely a byproduct of Kim’s nature. Regardless, he didn’t mind the Incubus and found that he got along with the creature well enough.

As for himself, Blake considered himself the oddity in the council. He wasn’t in charge of a species, at least not in a leadership capacity. He was the council’s answer to extreme problem cases that required a deft touch. He was their weapon, an assassin of the highest caliber and healer should the need arise. Aside from M, he was one of the longest running council members and had seen other members rise and fall from the ranks, although the latter was happening a lot more frequently as of late. Regardless, he was used for his strategic mind and cold efficiency in the face of threats to Dark Species both inside and out.

”Good evening.” Blake stated, a slight smile on his lips as he made his way to the table and placed his suitcase beside the chair he planned on occupying. He gave a nod towards M. ”A pleasure as always my lord, although I wish the circumstances were more optimistic.” Blake stated, giving a simple nod to Kim as he walked past him towards the Ducissa, stopping just short and extending his hand for a shake. ”We haven’t been introduced. I am Doctor Blake Kansas, Nightmare and Enforcer for the council. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance.”


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Somewhere in the Mojave Desert

”What’s wrong with bein...what’s wrong with bein...what’s wrong with bein confident?” Lucas sang along with his ipod, one earbud in and his feet up on the dashboard. His seat in the car was fully reclined, or at least as close as he could get it as he made hand gestures to go along with his singing. The scenery, dry and dull as it was, was doing its best to put Lucas to sleep, and so he had resorted to being that passenger asshole for a good duration of the trip to keep himself from passing out due to extreme boredom. That’s all this was once they had taken out the Gorgons; bitchy snake heads. He took a moment to glance over at Ari, who was stoic as usual. He was about as much fun as slamming a rock onto one’s foot. Why couldn’t Lucas have driven with Rusty? At the very least she was easy on the eyes and would have made the trip bearable. Instead, Lucas flopped in his seat with his mouth agape as he started counting the notches in the ceiling out of sheer lunacy.

”Is there a reason we couldn’t take a plane? Or, you know, a party bus? Anything that would have doing something else aside from staring at your blank face.” Lucas complained, knowing full well Ari would fire back with something that would sting emotionally for awhile. At least they had that sort of rapport between them, even if Lucas wouldn’t necessarily call their relationship a ‘bro’ level. After having taken off for Vegas because of a letter, Lucas couldn’t help but feel like they were just firing shot after shot without stopping to reload. He wasn’t necessarily against going to Vegas in order to figure out what was going on, but he couldn’t help but feel underprepared. They had stocked up before heading out sure, but if the leader of the Gorgons was being summoned to Vegas, who else was?

Lucas snapped up when Axel, in all her refined glory, ordered for them to pull over for a quick meeting of the minds. Lucas yawned and stretched, putting his seat back into the upright position. He looked out at the scenery, a dreary sight of sand, sand and more sand. They were in Nevada alright. As the car rolled to a stop, Lucas hopped out, stopping only long enough to visually reassure himself that his sniper was still in the back seat. Naturally he had a 9mm pistol in a underarm holster, hidden underneath his jacket and filled with dark metal rounds, but there was just something reassuring about that massive rifle of his.

They all made their way to Axel, who then went on her little ramble about the note and it’s intent. Of course it was addressed to Medusa, it was literally on her person when we killed her. Lucas said, his eyes wandering towards the desert as Axel stepped in front of him and snapped him back into focus man. ”Yes ma’am, always paying attention to you ma’am.” Lucas stated in an exaggerated soldier tone. As she continued on, Lucas could only feel an incredulous look on his face as she expected some form of gratitude. ”You got all of this...from an M?” Lucas asked, looking around at the others to see if he was in some form of crazy town. ”Again...an M! M could mean McDonalds for all we know and you pull the right hand of Lucifer out of your ass?”

To put it bluntly, Lucas wasn’t good in dealing with authority figures.

”But let’s say you’re right...for the simple sake of embracing insanity for a moment...You think all 4 of us can take out every single leader of every single Dark Species ever? We need to call this in, get some back up, maybe a nuke?” Before he could even finish his sentence, Axel was already driving off down the road with a quick order to find a motel and that Lucas was paying. Of course he was, his family was rich, ergo he was rich, ergo he had to pay for everything because these guys were life sucking parasites. Lucas stared as she went, looking between Ari and Rusty. ”Cmon! I’m not the only one thinking about this shit, am I?” Whatever answer he got wasn’t going to be enough to make Lucas feel anything near comforted as he kicked some dirt.

”Fine, whatever...I call shotgun with Rusty for the rest of the ride then!” Lucas stated, looking back at Ari. ”No offense buddy, but you lack one thing that makes travelling bearable...And that’s being attractive.” Lucas gave a wicked smile and a thumbs up, turning towards the truck only to see it peel off after Axel. Lucas stood there for a second, his face solemn as he watched the vehicle go. ”Well that’s a right kick in the nuts...Guess I’m stuck wi-” Lucas turned back towards Ari who was already in the car and starting to pull away. ”Shitfuck!” Lucas yelled, sliding slightly on the dirt as he ran to the car and managed to pull open the door and climb in before Ari truly got going.

There was a moment of silence between the two of them before Lucas looked over. ”I stand by what I said.” That was all he said as he plugged his ipod into his ears once again.

”If you like it you shoulda put a ring on it!”

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a man dies full of empty prayers,
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”What’s wrong with bein'...what’s wrong with bein'...what’s wrong with bein' confident?” The trip had been agonizing, to say the least. It wouldn't have been, if a particular hunter had opted for silence instead of pop music. But no. Lucas insisted on Demi Lovato and car-dancing.

”Is there a reason we couldn’t take a plane? Or, you know, a party bus? Anything that would have me doing something else aside from staring at your blank face.”

Without taking his eyes off the road, Ari replied in a dismissive tone, "You're welcome to walk."

As the car ahead of them slowed to a stop, Ari smoothly edged to the side of the road. Even with the windows of the car up, he could hear Axel coarse voice calling out.

"Hey trailer twats! Pit stop!"

Ari sighed in resignation, having long-since grown accustomed to the elder hunter's lack of tact. Exiting the car, he walked over to where Axl was standing.

"I figured it out… This was addressed to Medusa. Head evil bitch gorgon ruler."

Despite himself, Ari let out a small scoff. Ah... I'm fairly certain we all already knew that, considering where we found it.

Even from here, he could see the emerald dapples of gorgon blood on the cream paper.

"It’s not a letter of gathering armies or preparing a battle. War wouldn’t go down in Vegas, hunters are outnumbered ten to one there. Sure it would hurt us but that’s not where you hit us to do damage. Anyone besides Rusty remembered theology? M… Mephistopheles. He’s rumored to either be Lucifer or be the first angel to fall from heaven after Lucifer. So… if the devil or the closest thing to the devil is writing to the head of the Gorgons to meet in Vegas… I believe that this is going to be a meeting of the leaders of the remaining species."

Ari nodded in recognition of the name, its very mentioning sending him back to when he was made to sit through three-hour theology lessons with his father. He wondered how the old man would feel that the lessons were finally coming into use.

"If we can take out the leaders of all of the Dark Species at once… We’d be global heroes. The species would be in chaos without their leaders fighting among themselves and weak. That’s exactly the advantage we need."

The young hunter's brows rows, his expression disbelieving. There it is... that same damn thirst for glory... and that same blind stupidity.

He didn't have to say anything, however, for Lucas shockingly injected a touch of reason into the discussion.

"... Let’s say you’re right...for the simple sake of embracing insanity for a moment...You think all four of us can take out every single leader of every single Dark Species ever? We need to call this in, get some back up, maybe a nuke?"

Of course, she did not listen, instead getting on her motorcycle and going off to 'scout ahead'.

"C'mon! I’m not the only one thinking about this shit, am I?" No. Ari decided against giving the boy the comfort of confirmation, instead shrugging and heading back to the car.

"No offense buddy, but you lack one thing that makes travelling bearable...And that’s being attractive."

"Surprisingly enough, the fact that you aren't physically attracted to me does not offend me whatsoever." His tone was sardonic as he got back into the vehicle, starting up the car just in time for Lucas to fling open the door and force his way back into the vehicle.

I stand by what I said.

Ari sighed, and focused on the road.