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Remiel Jihad

"Are you man enough to face me?"

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a character in “My Daddy Death: Revamp”, originally authored by Rarikou, as played by RolePlayGateway

Description

Name: Remiel Jihad

Nicknames or Alias: " The Flame of War"

Age: Remiel stands at age 510

Age Appearence: 24

Gender: Male

Human Appearance: Image The only clue as to Remiel's supernatural nature is his unnatural red eyes, which is the only part of his form he can never get down. Thank god for colored contacts, which makes his eyes seem like a light blue. He has taken to the black leather gothic style of the newer age, adopting a black leather jacket as part of his normal wear. His basic appearance appears to be smooth, and surprisingly devoid of scars or other such marks.

True Appearance: Almost the same as his true appearance, except thi his skin turns bright red, as if it were on fire. His hair turns into a flaming blue flame, and his eyes and mouth seem too have bright lights within them. The clothes he wears glow as well, hifting into an armor made entirely of chains, burning blue to contrast the now red body. Remiel calls this 'Donning the Flanes of War"


Personality: Remiel's mood shifts constantly, and they usually range from "I'm going to kill you" to "Drinks on me". All the time, he feels kind of bored when there is nothing to do: He would rather be out in the field, doing missions and the like. This gives him a seemingly non chalant attitude to other people. Not many people understand he's simply bored and wants to have a little fun now and then. But, seeing as his idea of fun is going off to a war for weeks on end, he normally doesn't get that luxary.


He generally isn't one to over-think a situation. The good ol 'Stab First, don't bother to ask question's later' ha always worked for him so far. At least then he doesn't have bother to listen to cries and screams: he hates that kind of thing. He generally hates liars, generally giving these people the hardest times possible. (Read: Making people hate them so bad that they generally are driven out of town or bullied on")

Anything is fair game for Remiel. One of his mottos is "All is fair with War." He'll lie (only rarely though), cheat, steal, poision, blackmail, sleep with someone else' wife, gamble, drown people, assassinate, and make rude gestures if it means a certain victory... and he'll even do these thing with a smile on his face. He has no concern for what people think of him for this. After all, you do what you gotta do.


Family Life: Since becoming a spirit, Remiel has found a wife in the form of the succubus Lillith,


Afflication in the world of the living: Remiel is the new sherrif in town.... literally. Remiel decided that the best way to watch over the little ones was to pick something that had the gretest freedom of movement. That, and he could visibly carry a weapon... bonus. He's popular with the people too. How can he not, when he catches criminals like it isn't a problem at all?


Likes and Dislikes:

Remiel enjoys the thirll of adrenline in his veins, and has taken a liking to extreme sports, such as extreme martial arts or jumping from building to building. Basically, if something has 'extreme' in the title, he's a fan of it. Obviously, he enjoy his tite of war, reveling int eh chaos he can bring with it. He enjoy spicy food, and loves his wife, Lillith.

He dislike cowards... always acting so cowardly and running away from their problems. Boy, oh boy, he hates lairs (except when he himself lie. Double standard and the such) He also hates sweet foods.

Power:
Remiel's abilities truly cover the the two aspects of war: Will and Weapons.

His first ability is to subtly alter the emotions of those around him. He can influence people to become royaly pissed off, or bostler his allies morale by spreading a wave of confidence. He's made people so mad they they are driven to kill, or so repentant that they turn themselves in for even the smallest crimes. This is his least used ability: it's no fair to fight a war when you can manipulate anything at win.

His second ability is weapon projection. In his human form, he can project images of swords onto real life, which he can then weild in combat. Alteratively, he can project a few swords to move in the air around him, although thee swords jut to be an outline and don't have much detail around them. They can move in the air and defend attacks for him. He has a radius of roughly twelve feet that he can control the motion of these blades. This is alos an ability he doen't use that much: he prefers to grab his swords and fight, like a true warrior would. In his normal form he can manage two swords at once. In his unhman one, this number jumps to six.

Bio: Over five hundred years ago, Remiel was a warrior king in a time of war. His exploits were almost legendary, he led his forces against the enemy with such overwhelming tactic and numbers, that he always had minimal losses. The key to this was the grand morale of his troops, and that Remiel himself appeared on the front line. If the king didn't fight, how could he gain the respect of his men?. He damn near succeeded in his quet to take over the world, but died by the hands of poison. A foolish usurper to the throne then took the throne. His nation fell shortly afterwards: the results of the loss of their leader and the new, ineffective one.

After he died, he roamed the land as a warrior spirit for a long time, simply gazing out at the lands he had once conquered. He often roamed the fields of past battles, wondering what had exactly gone wrong. Why was he betrayed? Why did someone want him dead, even though he had been loved by all of hi subjects? Even though he had conquered all the land around them, he had given the locals the right to govern, and only took a small portion of taxes and soliders, so that couldn't have been it. Was it simply jealously? Were his trusted ones lying to him the whole time, and wanted the throne for themselves?

It was around the time his anger and sadness were reaching hi zenith when the black robed figure had appeared for him. He had made an offer Remiel simply couldn't refuse: the ability to interact with the world again. Upon Remiel's acceptance, he was taken to the world Death resided in. He lived there since then, eventually meeting and marrying the Succubus, Lillith. Since then, Remiel has made appearances in the real world in different forms, delighting in the changes of combat and technology. When he gets the go ahead, he takes part in war between the humans, always winning the side that either the Reaper or him wants to win.

So begins...

Remiel Jihad's Story

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Within the small building stood three people. Each of these people were armed with briefcases. Judging from the tension in the room, these three weren't here to throw a party.

One of the men came forward, opening up a briefcase containing a lot of money- millions of the stuff. In response, the other two men came forward, showing a large amount of weapons. The first person began expecting these weapons, nodded, and passed his briefcase over to the,
As they nodded and turned to leave, there was the sound of a window breaking. The people blinked to their side. As they did, a man shouted "EXTREME ENTRY!" as he spin kicked one of the weapon dealers in the face.
Not letting the criminals recover, Remiel smirked as he took one down grabbing his gun, and pointing it at the other one. " Freeze, sucker. Police." He said with a confident smirk.
With the swift attack that left the other one essentially with his pants down, he held his hands out in surrender. The other two weren’t really in a mood to move, but that was okay with Remiel.

...

As he watched the three being led into a police car, Remiel let out a hardy laugh. "Oh, it always feels great watching people get led away into jail." He said out loud. This was the most fun working undercover that he had ever had. He might just keep up this ruse for a bit longer. HE turned and looked through the window at the criminals. “I hope you idiots like prison food. I think today’s special is slop with a side helping of slop.”

He gave a laugh, tapping the police door, which then sped off to prison. Really, this was his sort of job. HE could pull off as many extreme maneuvers as he wanted, and the people only respected him for it. Plus, crime was at an all-time low, so two birds with one extreme stone.
He waved to his underlings, turning and walking down a corner. AS he did, he stepped from one world to the next, the where the castle of hades stood before him. He smirked- this place always felt amazing to Remiel, and he walked down and into the castle with an air of confidence.
This place always seemed interesting to Remiel. IT was always dark, or at least whenever he showed up. This castle that housed Death himself… the guy must have one hell of an interior decorator. Then again, he supposed he could have used his powers to revive one specifically for modeling his house… food for thought, if nothing else.

He stretched his back out as he walked forward, to where the last pits of a conversation with Death and … was it Saul? Guess it would have to be, because he was fairly certain that if Revan was talking, Death would have ripped him to pieces or some such. Arabelle was in the corner listening in, but she moved to speak to Saul.
“Did I hear correctly? It’s time to wake the little one’s up?” HE asked as he walked forward. If that was true, then this was going to be a rather extreme week.

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Sevan was delighted to hear that Lord Death seemed intrigued by his news. It wasn't every day that he had seemed so interested in Sevan's briefings. "Go, my dear friend, I predict they will be struggling with their new identities. It would be an inconvinence if the world of the living were informed." Sevan almost lifted his head when his master had stopped speaking, but halted as it seemed Lord Death had more to say. "I will be there when I can, take care of them until I am able to assist." Sevan opened his eyes in surprise. It was rare for his master to leave the Underworld off business like this. He quickly lifted his head, to lay eyes upon his master. Even Sevan and the other trusted followers of Death have yet to see their master's true appearence before. It would be a lie if Sevan said he never wondered what lied behind that black cloak.

As Sevan turned to leave, he reverted back into his human form with a sigh of discontent. Upon opening his eyes, he could make out two distinct, familiar figures standing at the doorway of Death's throne room. "Could it be?... Arabelle! Remiel!" He exclaimed as he made his way towards them. "I haven't seen either of your for 20 years. I take it you've become accustom to your human lives?" He began. Directing his attention to Remiel, he showed a friendly smile. "Raul has been complaining nonstop, that his old sparing partner is never around. You should enlighten him sometime soon. Finally facing a challenging opponent would probably lessen the death on the streets of Reaper. Our lord has enough on his hands without Raul adding to it." He declared.

Afterwards, his expression turned serious. "As great as this reunion has been, I'm afraid there is an issue at hand, that may have something to do with the children's awakening." He began. "As we were told, there are '7' children that lord Death has born. However, I believe all of us have felt a strange source of power over the past 16 years that is somewhat... similar to that of the children's. Exactly the same in fact. Every time Raul and I had made an attempt to investigate it, we came up with empty results. The power source after all, only appears for a few seconds, before disappearing. But this time, I felt not 7, but 8 power sources. I believe we may have an impostor attempting to kill the children, by blending in with them. Seeing as the impostor has stopped disappearing, we should have a better change of hunting him or her down. Don't you agree, my friends?"

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Arabelle

Arabelle felt simply delighted at being reunited with her friends, it had been quite a while but time had little value to spirits, they were eternal after all. Taking a passing glance at both Remiel and whom she had deduced as Sevan she smiled. "I haven't seen either of your for 20 years." Sevan exclaimed, Arabelle nodded politely; had it been that long? she thought absent-mindedly, "I take it you've become accustom to your human lives?" Once again Arabelle nodded happily and went to run a hand though her hair, upon realizing she had no hair she spoke " Too accustomed I think, my friend."

Her head turned as Remiel and Sevan began to chat, reminiscing about old history she supposed. Thinking for a moment about how they were going to handle the situation, they would have to be cautious; with the people and the children. Depending on which child, some would accept it without question reveling in it, others would need proof, lastly the ones she feared most would reject it or go mad. To prevent them from going into that state they would have to be gradually broken into the supernatural world, slowly made to change and adapt and Arabelle promised herself she would be gentle with her Lord's children.

Turning back towards Sevan and Remiel she patiently waited for things to move to more urgent matters. After Sevan made some smart quip about Raul adding to death, something Arabelle fancied he did quite often considering that brute's love for violence, Sevan's face took on a serious look of importance, Arabelle found herself attentive and curious in an instant; "As great as this reunion has been, I'm afraid there is an issue at hand, that may have something to do with the children's awakening," Arabelle nodded, it was really quite obvious with all that power being released all over Reaper.

Listening quietly, occasionally nodding Arabelle did not say anything during Sevan's quick briefing. It was followed by a sense of dread and urgency, an impostor? A wolf among the sheep, Arabelle then paused and took a quick breath. "Although I agree Sevan, we should be concerned with this... eighth power source. We cannot yet jump to conclusions without actual proof." Arabelle stated, a sense of justice and fairness flowing through her. "We should be wary and investigate... if the power has been fluctuating for sixteen years then the children's awakening have drawn it out into the open. It is connected to them in some way, perhaps as a murderer, pursuer? We cannot say yet."

Arabelle's demeanor took on a more stoic turn as she began to speak with authority, "It should be dealt with though, we cannot have it interfering with the children. It would be wise for one of us to pursue it. I fear my power would not be able to match it, my power has been untested for too long" She took a glance at Remiel "And that one of us might be too heavy handed..." Her gaze settled on Sevan and although she did not outright say he should go she was subtly implying. "We should also not waste too many resources on this. While one pursues the eighth power, we should go after the children."

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“Oh ya?” Was what Remiel said as Sevan approached him. He laughed in response. “Well, I'm always ready for a good fight, just be sure to make it more extreme than last time, okay?”

He stretched. “Oh ya, I'm enjoying like as a cop. I can be as extreme as I want to, and I actually get REWARDED for that. Best. Job.Ever,” He laughed, thinking to today's escapade with the weapon smugglers. Really, who else got to kick in windows and be announced as a hero because of it? In the old days, if a city guard had did that, he would have been bitched too day and night, begging for compensation. Nowadays? Another medal to add to the closet,

He closed his eyes as Sevan began explaining the situation. “Wait wait, wait just a second, how can someone mimic a child of the boss man? I mean, those power signatures are pretty unique aren't they?” He asked. He was going to suggest having the police keep an eye out for suspicious teenagers... but if a teenager WASNT acting suspicious, he would assume the world was coming to an end. “I'll double my patrol for now, cast out my nets,:

As Arabelle began talking , Remiel turned and started heading for the door. “We can sit here and talk all we want, but If we don't DO something, those kids can wind up dead, and I would rather not be the one sitting around when the Boss Man finds out. Call me when you get back to the real world. Just dial 911 and ask for the sheriff.”

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While Sevan agreed that they shouldn't jump to conclusions, he couldn't rid himself of the wrenching feeling in his gut that something was seriously wrong with the eighth power source. However, Arabelle's indirect suggestion that he should carry out the main investigation was clear enough for him to pick up. Although, it reassured him that Remiel would be assisting him through his own methods. Sevan envied how well he was able to make use of his human life for matters concerning both the world of the living, and the Underworld. He didn't like the idea of attempting to hide things from his lord, or deceive him in any way. But he knew that he had already been doing so by not mentioning the eighth power in his earlier reports. There was no use in giving his lord any cause for alarm now.

After Remiel had already began leaving, Sevan smiled and turned to give a friendly wave to Arabelle, before closing his eyes, and shifting back to the world of the living. In the middle of doing so, he tracked the first child he could find, and appeared in a close by area. Once he opened his eyes, he found that he was in a back yard of what appeared to be an orphanage. Swiftly, he sprinted through the yard, and found cover in the form of a medium-sized bush."Lets see... If memory serves me correctly, several of the children grew up in an orphanage for at least some point in their lives..." He spoke to himself quietly, closing his eyes and trying to recall who he was looking for. 'Ah, yes! I do believe this is the residence of a miss, Victorinne Eliade!' He thought to himself with a sense of brilliance.

As he surveyed the yard, Sevan found no signs of life. Finally, he put his ear to a shallow, wooden portion of the house, near where he was hiding. Sevan could make out several voices coming from within the room on the other side. He concentrated, while searching through the souls of the house, until he finally came upon Rinne's. 'Hmm. It seems that she has yet to go through any of the three stages...Duly noted.' He thought. He again felt that familiar buzz in his head that could only mean that Raul had awoken again. 'Annoying...' Sevan managed, before Raul began his yammering. 'Who you calling annoying, eh? We finally hunting down these brats or what?' Raul asked, with a mental yawn. 'Although I don't approve of the term "hunting" when referring to Lord Death's children, yes. We are indeed seeking them out.' He replied, while making his way to a nearby window and peering through. He ignored any of the incesent rambling Raul said, while scoping out the room intently. From there, he could make out Rinne with three of what he assumed were her foster siblings. She seemed to be the only one facing in a direction to where he could be within sight. Sevan smiled to himself, reveling in how happy this child seemed. He felt almost ashamed that he was about to show her a world where that happiness cannot exist. He turned away from the window, and lifted his finger directly underneath it. He channeled energy through it and sparked a blue, purple, and pink flame from his finger. It was bright enough to be seen through the window, but not enough to where it gave off a heavy glow through the morning light. The flame only lasted a second, as he merely wanted to grab Rinne's attention. Not make her think the yard was on fire.

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Aria put her hands in her lab coat, looking out into the world. She had spent all of her time indoors, her face stuffed in a series of books. Now, it was simply time to take a break As she let the chill wind blow through her hairm she pulled out a soda, and took a sip. She was never the type to enjoy coffee. Good old soda had always been the way to go.

She was on a balcony leading out from the library she had been sitting in the entire time. She simply couldn't find some of the books she had been intending to research, and thus had no choice but to come here.That, and it was a rare opportunity tto think on her own. That lunatic of leader usually bothered her with random things, and she quite enjoyed the solitude.

'Alright, let's think this through one more time.' She thought to herself, simply gazing out into the city. 'Legends have it that the Grim Reaper himself founded this city, thus it's name. The question isn't 'why would he do that?' but rather 'Why did he pick this location?' As far as I'm concerned, it isn't because the city is on a ley line.' She said, thinking about one of the books she had been reading. 'No,I'm thinking TOO paranormal. I need a more mundane start. Why would someone want to found a city period? To house something? TO make a home for himself? Is there something about the land that is convenient for him?'

She huffed, taking another sip of the soda. 'I can only assume it would be out of convenience... but what could possibly be convenient for Death himself?” She began thinking to the book ;The Reaper Tells Lies, in witch the author constantly stated meeting the Grim Reaper in person. 'Maybe this land has better properties to project himselff? Either way, I had better take a sample of the earth, from outside of the borders and that from within. It's a long shot, but It'll be a decent place to start.”

Her mind made up, she went and returned the books to the librarian... except for one, a book on the city, indicating possible religious landmarks. THAT book she ripped the label for the security code so it wouldn't trip the sensors, and snuck it into her coat before leaving.

Not ten minutes towards the exit of the city, she heard her name called. She blinked, then turned around to find an assistant. “You're... from the lab. What is it?”

“It's... -huff- the boss. He said he wants you to get him some chocolate milk.”

Aria blinked... then linked again. “You couldn't have just GOTTEN IT YOURSELF?”

The assistant yelped and took a few steps back. Apparently, this one hadn't been around Aria for too long. A small pang of guilt gnawed at her. “Sorry, I just hate that idiot. I'll get him his milk.” 'And I'll lace it with sleeping toxin' was she she hadn't added to that, “I would appreciate if you collect a soil sample for me. Go roughly a few yards away from the official city borders and collect about five different samples. Thank you.” She said

She began waking to the nearest store, buying the stupid milk. She paused. “Maybe I should just get him drunk instead.” She thought, also buying a bottle of wine. Taking a syringe, she got some wine out from the bottle, poking a hole in the milk carton and injecting it. “With any luck, he can't hold his liquor, get's too drunk, dies, and I get put in charge of the lab...”

After realizing what she was thinking, she shook her head, and threw the carton away, instead buying a fresh one. 'I'm not that horrible a person.' She thought, and made her way back to the lab.

As she got back, she found the director, aimed, and threw the milk carton straight at his face. After all, it wasn't HER fault if he got a concussion from failing to catch a carton.

...


As Remiel took the steps back into life, he stopped and thought about it... where exactly was he going to look for this children. He knew their names, but no idea what they looked like. He couldn't just wander around sensing foer power... that would make him look stupid.

A bright idea coming up, he turned to his police vehicle, which he had appeared near, and tapped the com. ' Officer Jihad, badge number 4242564. I need an address on one Adam Chase.”

A moment later, the comm gave him the information he needed. Remiel smiled. “Alright, let's get extreme.” He said, blaring the cop lights and hitting the engine, running as many red lights as possible. Was there a reason why he did this? It was more fun this way. Never let it be said Remiel Jihad let the rules slow him down.

When he got to the house, he parked the car in front of the doorway. “I don't think he's in...' Remiel said, trying to sense life nearby. “I guess I can just wait for him...” He thought.

Smirking, he walked towards the front door to Adam's house. As he did, two swords blinked in front of him, flinging themselves at the door hinges, and they shattered. The door fell to the ground just as Remiel stepped on top of it.

He walked over to the fridge, pulling out a bottle of soda from the fridge, and walked over to the couch. Finding the remote to the tv, he turned it on.

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Adam

Walking along the sidewalk with Emily, he turned "Alright Emily I'm going to take you home now." Emily simply nodded and they both continued to walk along the sidewalk. It took awhile but they eventually arrived back at Adam's mothers house, "Emily tell mother I'll be back later to help and stuff." He waved Emily off as she sauntered into the house and waved back from the windows.

"Time to visit Amelia..." Adam muttered, not in the least looking forward to it. Getting to the asylum was simple enough, although it sat on the edges of town cabs still took passengers there. It was a simple matter of walking into town in search of a taxi, Adam fiddled about with his pocket realizing he had a few dollar bills, should be enough to pay for the ride Adam thought absent mindedly.

As a taxi passed Adam held out his hand, it slowed and Adam opened the door getting inside the back seat. "Where to mate?" A casual carefree voice spoke, the taxi driver seemed middle aged and had a smile plastered to his face.

Adam leaning forward quickly said, "The Asylum, please." The man looked back at him strangely before shrugging his shoulders and nodding.

"Alright mate... you'll be there sooner then you know it." Stepping on the pedal the car drove forward, Adam looked out, it wars roughly 10:00am now he thought, wondering how Amelia will react to his sudden appearance he felt sad, seeing his sister in such a state was no easy thing.

The journey was a long one, Adam's eyes closed and he entered a brief sleep.

On the outside Adam was a sleep on the inside his mind was very much awake. Adam awoke inside his mind, upon realizing this he became aware and the haze that was his dream immediately became more defined and intricate. He was inside a white office, it looked very nice and most disturbing at a desk wearing an expensive suit was... him. It gestured for him to sit down and without any passing of time nor memory of sitting Adam found himself in the chair.

It simply grinned at him, its skin matching the room was almost albaster white, its grin scared him, he wasn't sure if it was happy or it was going to eat him. Reacting indifferently Adam spoke quietly taking on a reserved tone, "Where am I?"

His doppelganger continued to look at him, its eyes unmoving and Adam found himself quite uncomfortable. After what felt like an eternity it spoke, its voice mimicking his perfectly. "You're walking on the vestiges of your mind, ironic considering where we're headed."

Adam although unnerved snorted, almost laughing his doppelganger reacting in no visible way, "I'm confident in my own sanity... and my resolve." Adam said simply.

Shrugging his doppelganger admitted, "You don't think you're in the least bit troubled Adam? Life has not turned out like you had hoped right?"

Fear gave into a more irritated anger, Adam leaned forward and spoke, his words echoing his cynicism, "Oh... no I know somethings wrong, it's just I don't care. I stopped caring long ago."

Recoiling, mocking being offended his voice took on a patronizing tone, "Oh Adam... Adam, Adam you do care!" A picture of his family appeared hazely in the background.

Remarking upon it Adam simply said "They are my responsibility."

For the first time the doppelganger looked irritated, "No Adam, they're parasites. Feeding off you like leeches, limiting what you can become!" The venom in its voice made Adam unnerved again. Agitated at Adam's silence it trailed around him, "Everybody has used you, abused you and yet you abide by it!" It began to shout, "Kill them. Kill them all. Kill them swiftly, kill them slowly! But do! kill them." Upon this it began revealing more disturbed features, black veins, pitch black eyes.

Looking at it Adam found himself saying, "You're just some apparition. Some representation my mind has conjured to torture me and make me feel like shit." Pausing Adam also added, "You make me reconsider counselling buddy."

Not liking this, his doppelganger hissed and raised his hand, "You'll change your tune eventually Adam. I know you will." Its face twisted into a smile again, "This is the beginning of the end my friend." With that it began to shamble towards him, Adam found he couldn't move nor scream as the creature bore himself inside him. No scream, no escape.

Adam gasped, awakening violently in the back of the taxi, the driver looked back at him and spoke friendly, "It looks like you were having a hell of a nightmare, mate. Anyway we're here."

Nodding, Adam wiped his face thankful to be back in touch with reality. "Can you wait here? I need a ride back." The taxi driver nodded simply, as Adam handed him the dollar bills the taxi driver thanked him.

Adam stepped out, viewing Reaper's mental institution, it seemed ominous enough. A dilapidated, white serene building, it practically radiated a aura of crazy and Adam felt guilty that he had committed Amelia to this hell. Walking up to the gate, it seemingly opened and Adam entered the asylum.

It was empty and the atmosphere stale and oppressive, a slightly overweight woman in her mid-forties was manning the receptionist's desk. Adam approached asking to talk with Doctor Williams and although Adam didn't have an appointment his request was put through. Thankful for his luck he took a seat and waited for Doctor Williams.

Roughly a quartar-an-hour passed, Williams entered the room looking brisk, "Oh! Adam! Its good to see you my friend!" Extending a hand Adam shook it graciously. "You're here to see Amelia, yes?"

Adam nodded, "Yeah, doc I'm looking to see my sister."

The doctor looked slightly amused, "Yes your sister, I must admit I was wondering if you were going to commit yourself, Adam. Your mental health is important too you know? And it appears to be in decline"

Adam recalling his dream muttered, "I gathered doc, though I'm sure you say that to all your visitors. Extra money for counselling right?"

Doctor Williams tutted like a school teacher with a child, "Extreme bitterness Adam, you also look extremely stressed. It would be in your best intere-"

Before the Doctor could continue Adam cut him off, "Look doc, I'm here for my sister not myself, so cut to the chase! Alright?" The irritable anger in his voice had shook the Doctor's composure witch momentarily returned.

"I must warn you Adam, she is stuck in a state of psychosis and delusions. Are you sure you wish to see her?" Williams warned, pulling out a notepad.

"She's my sister." Adam muttered as confirmation. Doctor William's proceeded to have the visiting room set up with Amelia being brought there. "You have half an hour Adam." He said politely as he led Adam to the door which he quickly entered.

Sitting inside, her wrists bound to the table was Amelia. Her brown hair was a mess, several split ends, her beautiful emerald green eyes had unhealthy bags underneath and she generally looked warn. Adam approached the table and took a seat. "Hello Amelia, it's me. Adam?" She looked up recognizing him.

"Adam! Adam!" She cried leaning forward as much as her restraints would allow, "Please you've gotta help me! These people they've been torturing me!" Adam although he knew she was delusional felt immediate guilt.

"Amelia I need you to concentrate, please! I'm begging you." He looked at her with a sincerely, she seemed to have gone blank. "Have you had a dream about a fire?"

Amelia's erratic behavior had changed, becoming slow, apathetic and monotonous, "Oh... Adam. It's you." She said her words slurring and taking longer to pronounce. "The fire?" She took an unnecessary pause, "Has our Emily been dreaming again?"

Shaking his head he turned and admitted it with a nod, "Yeah... she had a dream." Adam turned no longer able to look at his sister.

Looking at him, her mood changed again, "Do you pity me, Adam?" Adam cast an eye towards her, she seemed angry. "To be pitied by someone as low as you!" She spits, landing directly on Adam's face, he didn't move instead he raises his left sleeve wiping his face clean. "You're a monster Adam, although you don't know it yet. You're a demon and you're going to the underworld."

In an instant Amelia began to tug at her restraints, while snarling at Adam. Adam didn't react simply looking at her sadly. He pushed himself up without saying a word and left the room. He ignored Doctor Williams and instead headed directly outside, where his cab was still waiting for him.

Adam looked at him casually, although on the inside he was shaken. He needed to head home, take a sleeping pill and sleep it off. "Take me home please," He gave the address to his residential apartment and once again fell into a doze, this time he had no dream.

He awoke again this time calmer, the taxi driver remarked upon this. Adam gave him the money he owed and stepped out, looking up at his apartment he sighed. Then unexpectedly, his heart began to ache, it felt like it was on fire, falling on the floor he gasped. Rolling on the floor in agony there streets were seemingly abandoned. Was he having a heart attack? He found his death strangely fitting in a way, he was a lonely child and now he was going to die alone.

He lay on the road for a couple of minutes and when the pain began to fade a sense of tranquility overcame him. He had no idea what had happened and although deeply worried he simply lay there. More minutes passed and Adam turned his head seeing a police car parked outside. Sighing he hoped the man he had sucker punched earlier hadn't called the police. Finally deciding to get up he entered the apartment.

Upon entry he found, he found his apartment's door flat on the ground, he guessed the man had decided to pay him back. The TV was also on in the background, must've left it on he thought. Letting out a strangled groan he proceeded into his apartment.

He threw his jacket on the counter and immediately relaxed, proceeding in. Adam went over to the TV with the intention of turning it off, he stopped dead in his tracks when he saw the man sitting on his couch, drinking one of his sodas. Was he being robbed? Yes Adam because robbers love to sit around at the scene of their crimes, he rolled his eyes. He then remembered his debts, like a bad dream they haunted him, he owed roughly 10,000$ to a shady bank. He guessed they weren't too above loan sharks.

Looking at him, he treated the man with general disdain, walking over towards the kitchen and fixing himself a glass of water. "Tell the bank they'll get their money." Adam spoke before taking a sip of the water, "Next time you visit though can you break something other than my door down?"

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Remiel had sat in front of the t.v for hours, emptying the fridge of it's soda collection. He had watched a comedy, a game show and a soap opera, which he didn't fully understand- why would the supposedly dad mother get facial reconstruction surgery so she could marry her daughters fiancee? It made no sense at all, but it was strangely intriguing.

At any rate, he wondered what he was going to do next... he had almost run out of soda, and the midget was late in coming home. He supposed he could mess around on the computer, but then he might not notice whe Adam came home... but there WAS a nice drama coming on...

Turns out he didn't have to wait too long, because In came Adam, as calm as could be despite seeing a door on the floor. He gave a slight wave. “Took you long enough. You're out of soda now and I was getting bored.” He said.

When he made a comment about telling a bank they'd get their money, Remiel blinked. “There's a police car out front and the first thing you assume is I'm some sort of loan shark? What kind of conspiracy theory books have you been reading lately? Don't worry about your loan, I'll handle it.” He assured

Remiel stretched. “Anywho, I've come to get you. No way else to say it: you're the son of the Grim Reaper. Now, let's get going, shall we?” He asked turning towards the door without really caring. “I've got to fetch another one of your siblings before nightfall, so think in the car.”

Well, Remiel got points for bluntness, if nothing else.

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Aria huffed “I'm not your damn assistant, get your own stupid milk.” She said removing her coat and setting it on a chair. She closed her eyes, rubbing her temples. Already, this buffon was giving her a headache. He tended to do that a lot. “For the record, I was in the middle of travelling to get a sample of dirt for one of my theorys.”

She opened the book she had swiped, detailing the myths of reaper, and sat down. “My first idea is to see why on earth the Grim Reaper settled here, thus the soil sample. I'm going to run mineral and density tests on the different samples to see what I can find.” She said, turning a page . “Other than that, no. What about you? Have you been sitting here freaking the assistants out the entire time?” She asked

Regardless, she opened her miniature fridge and pulled out another soda , and took a sip. If nothing, soda helped her relax, as well as think. “I might have to use some other type of experiments too. I have no clue if rituals or such work, but I may try researching a way to call a ghost or some such. Wish I knew more about that kind of thing.” She took another sip.. “Remind me to steal a copy of the Ars Goetia.” She said, making smll notes of things she found while reading.

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Adam

Taking another casual sip from his glass of water Adam took a passing glance at where his door used to hang, shaking his head he felt weary, so tired and although he felt absolutely nothing for the apartment he lived in it was more of the principle, another thing added to the to-do list; it kept getting longer and longer. He couldn't help but feel tired when gazing at the amount of things he had to do.

Sliding the empty glass aside Adam turned towards the man, although he treated the man with disdain his eyes held an alertness. Leaning against the counter he listened to the man's retort, “There's a police car out front and the first thing you assume is I'm some sort of loan shark? What kind of conspiracy theory books have you been reading lately?" Adam paused, thinking a moment he took a glance aside at his computer, remembering a page he browsed about Lizard people controlling the government. He shook his head glumly.

Amelia's paranoia had a tendency to rub off on him he supposed, not that he believed any of that stuff, it was just Adam was at heart a suspicious person. "Well... the cop could have been under the bank's pay-role. Police have a tenancy to oppress the people more than protect them these days after all." Adam began, his voice dripping his neurosis as well as his cynicism.

"Don't worry about your loan, I'll handle it.” The man announced and Adam found himself perturbed, a man appears out of nowhere offering to pay his debts. Adam's mind rebelled it refused to believe that was a valid answer. Casting a more suspicious eye over the man, Adam doubted what the man said, more likely that he was lying and had some ulterior motive. Pushing himself off the counter he was leaning on he remained silent.

Stretching the man said, “Anywho, I've come to get you." That particular line sent a shiver down Adam's spine, "No way else to say it: you're the son of the Grim Reaper. Now, let's get going, shall we?” Adam blinked a few times like an owl, a stray thought broke off in his mind, well at least I'm not the only one in this town who's crazy, getting up from the couch the man strolled towards the door. “I've got to fetch another one of your siblings before nightfall, so think in the car.” Amelia and Emily? Adam at this point couldn't help but laugh.

Turning towards the remnants of his door, he looked at the man confidently "You my friend, are delusional. Completely out of your mind. Congratulations. I think you'd even give poor ol' Amelia a run for her money." He picked up the empty glass he slid across the counter, pulling open a cub-board he pulled out a bottle of whiskey, filling the glass partially he turned back to the man taking a sip. "If you want I'll put you in touch with my sister's shrink, he's an asshole but I hear he works wonders."

Pausing for a moment, he recalled the number, "Phone numbers 773-338-7786, don't let the door hit you on the way out. Oh wait... I don't have a door." Taking another sip of his drink, he turned away and closed his eyes, setting his drink on the counter.

Arabelle

Figuring that was all that she needed to tell Julius she pushed herself up from the bench, she began to stroll away. Continuing to walk across the streets that seemed somehow desolate, pulling out from her other arm was another file she had taken from her cabinet. Another child of Death, a boy named Vincent. Checking details she was somewhat shocked when she read that he was blind.

Looking at the address in the file she decided that would be the best place to start, noting the address down in her mind she set off. Navigating the streets and turns she eventually found herself at the address, the house looked fine and expensive and Arabelle wondered silently if all of Death's children got families like this. Rich human parents that would make sure their child would want for nothing, she pondered her Master's view on his children.

Apparently standing there gawking wasn't the best of things to do as she heard two people behind her, turning and facing them she guessed they were the house's owners and by extension Vincent's guardians. Having just arrived back home they looked startled to see a random woman standing on their property.

Arabelle in a panic quickly extended her hand, "Hello! Hello! Uh- I'm Ara-" She winced before quickly repairing her statement, "Victoria, uh, I'm looking for Vincent, I don't suppose you could tell me where he is?" The people looked at her suspiciously, the man in the suit asked her who she was. In that time Arabelle had regained her composure and told him formally that she was the Headteacher at the school Vincent attended

The woman was quick to answer, "Oh! Our poor darling has had an accident," Arabelle nodded politely listening.

"Is he okay?" Arabelle asked, actual concern leaking from her voice, she then realized that she was a stranger and winced. The man picked up on this but the woman continued liking the attention.

"Oh he's fine now, he is remaining at the hospital though." Arabelle nodded figuring that it had something to do with his heart. Having a heading for her next destination she thanked both the people and simply walked away. Most probably leaving them very confused. She also felt guilty, knowing that the likelihood of them seeing their son after this was low.

Knowing where the hospital was Arabelle headed towards it unfazed, she walked towards the receptionist desk and asked to see a Vincent, when asked why she said that the school wanted to wish him well. The receptionist thought nothing of it and let her through giving her meager directions. She thought she had found the room but it was empty, it had equipment scattered about; someone had been in this room before.

Shutting the door Arabelle tried to locate the boy's power, to her gratification it was strong like a raging inferno, also among it was another power source. Widening her eyes she began to follow it, was it another messenger? An entity? She broke into a light jog and was in a panic.

Eventually the power source led to another room, approaching it carefully she peered inside the half-window the door had. To her surprise she saw that the other power source had been Grey, Death's weapon. She stood there gawping for a good second or two, she had not seen him in positively ages. Thinking of how to proceed she decided a simple knock would suffice. Rapping her knuckles against the door she opened it and stepped inside.

"Hello." She proceeded to announce, her eyes focusing on Grey, for a moment she did not register the boy on the bed. Breaking her gaze she turned to Vincent, "You must be Vincent, it's a pleasure to meet you. I would like to talk to you if that's okay? About what happened to you today." Her gaze then snapped back onto Grey's, "But first I'd like to talk to your friend..." Her head gestured the door, suggesting that they talk outside.

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Remiel sighed. He had hoped he would have just said 'okay' and gone with him. He hated trying to convince people he wasn't insane.” I've heard it all before kid, but do you honestly think a police officer would stay active on the force if there was even a small suspicion of insanity?” He walked over to the fridge, pulling out yet another soda, opening the lid. “ Let me guess: you had a heart attack before walking through the door? You reacted to my supernatural presence, and It's a sign of transformation.”

He walked over and sat down on the couch, sipping the drink. “Listen kid, whoever you think is your blood family, isn't true. Name's Remiel. I'm one of your father's messengers.” He said. He stretched his arms out. “Don't tell me you haven't heard the story of how the Boss Man founded this place? That one's completely true. He exists, and is more capable of having children... in other words, you.”

He checked his watch, and grimaced. “ The longer we stay here, the more one of the others stands of getting murdered... I'd rather not do this the ugly way but... oh I know! Carrot in the front, plank behind.” He said, pulling out a checkbook. “Tell you what- come with me, give me a chance, I'll write you a check for however much your debt is. Don't come, I make up a crime and arrest you, and we go prove my words anyway.” He said, glad he thought of this idea. He unholstered his gun, spinning it around his finger. “What's it gunna be? I can be your best friend, or your biggest nightmare.”

A voice came in on the radio. “Hey, sheriff. That name you wanted us to look out for just came over the airwaves- she's in the hospital.”

“What?” Remiel asked, cursing a long string of words. “Damn it, I have no time for this! That's one your siblings, now hurry and make up your damn mind!” He said, playfulness no loner present in his voice.




“Oh, anything's fine.” She said to Jameson. “I would do well just to have another person versed in the occult giving me a hand now and then.”

As she examined the dirt, she blinked. “Hmmm... some of the minerals seem harder than most... but that isn't much to go on, “ She said, then turned to the assistant. “Get this to an analyzer, get them to tell me the exact chemical makeup on this soil.” The newbie nodded, walking out the door.

She stretched as she got up, going to join Jameson standing next to the idiot. “You mean you actually came up with something of worth?

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Remiel had barely waited for Adam to speak. He couldn't be bothered to wait- there was one of the children in danger! If that girl died... oh boy he'd be in some big trouble. He walked out of the doorless house and over to his police car, starting the engine and revving off at about double the speed limit. The trip took about five minutes, due to some extreme traffic dodging, and informing the police that he was chasing someone and they shouldn't interfere. He'd erase that memory later. His finest moment had been speeding off the ramp, breaking through the railing, and landing in an empty parking lot, and using the moment to slide out of his window and onto the ground. He wasn't bragging, but he was fairly certainthat he would have been awarded a perfect 10, especially since he he perfected that last landing.

Walking through the door to the help desk, he leaned over, "I'm here to question one Ms. Shari Smallwood."

The nurse blinked. "She had a heart attack, why does that need to be questioned."

"Why is everyone not simply saying 'okay?' Remiel asked, getting throughly annoyed. He tapped into his abilities, spreading a wave of compliance. He may have spread the radius of that a little to far- in the distance, he heard a patient agree to a surgery with a 90% risk of death... oops. "Now, what room is she in?"

"304." The nurse said simply. "And might I say, I love a forceful police officer."

Remiel blinked. Had he gotten the emotion wrong? That sometimes happened when Remiel was pissed. "Sure, maybe later." He said, walking off to the room. A woman outside, presumably her mother, was crying, She tried to intercept Remiel, but he shot her a look that said 'Please don't piss me off;." and she kindly sat back down.

"Wow, you must have really scared them." Remiel said, walking in to see her bound to the bed. He shut the door, using his sword magic to cut through the bindings, and sat down in a nearby chair. "Let me guess- sudden heart attack? Felt like you were dying? Intense pain and not nowing what the hell is going along with your life? Or do I have the wrong room?

Well, at least Remiel stuck to what he knew how to do best- directness.
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Aria watched Jameson go, half wondering what exactly he was doing, but turned back to the idiot scientist.. She took a breath. "Ulrich..." She said, and aimed a slap at his face, with all the strength she could muster. "Stop being such a JERK!"

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Shari had calmed down, lying quietly in her bed in the hospital. She hated these straps, it made her feel uneasy and definitely weak. She sighed, there was nothing she could do about it. Just as everything seemed to be calm and her struggle would soon be over, a guy she didn't know came in, closed the door and drew a sword. Her eyes widened. ''Wait..'' Shari closed her eyes, expecting him to kill her, but instead he freed her from her binds. She opened her eyes and watched the guy. 'How does he know that...?'

Shari got up and took a place hiding behind her bed, peeking at the strange guy. She had no idea what to do, what to say, how to respond to this strange guy. She covered her face in the hope he had not seen the scar yet. ''Who are you?'' she asked quietly.

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"Oh good, no screaming throwing things at me, or recommending a psychiatrist.. That makes my life easier." Remiel said with a smile, stretching out. "I have many names, but you could consider a good portion of those are titles, and some of them were said way long ago in other languages, so I won't bother giving those. You can call me Remiel."

"Let's see... right now, I'm thinking you're in the general ballpark of 'How do I know what's going on with you" Pretty .... well simple really- it's a common trait. I'll go ahead and just tell you that you were never in any real danger. Heart Attacks are... hmmm, they're you're very own handy dandy alarm system. Whenever you near a supernatural being, or feel it's presence, that's how your body reacts to it. It isn't the best way to do it but... you have to be warned somehow."

He looked around, finding one of these little apple juice cups. A sword was flung at it, knowing it at just the right angle to land in his hands, and he opened it. "Hmmm, I wonder if they ever improved the taste of these things.. bleh, nope." He said, tossing the entire thing into the trash cab, "That sense that you don't belong anywhere here is your natrual instinct. Truth ism the life you've been living your whole life is an entire lie. Harsh, I know. You're a very, very special child. In fact, 'very, very special' doesn't begin to cover how special you are. It could be better to say "You're so special there are only 6 others like you in the world. Yor a wizard Harry."

Remiel paused, then burst out laughing at his joke. "I always love saying that, it makes me laugh. But no, seriously, you're ha;f supernatural being. Or rather, you're the daughter of THE supernatural being. You're a daughter of the Grim Reaper. You may now call the psych ward if you feel freaked out. I'm in the mood to bust out of one."

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Shari watched Remiel as he talked about no screaming, throwing things or recommending whatever. This still did not gave an answer of who he was, and she lost his interest until he said his name. 'I still wonder what he's doing here and why me... People never get heart attacks at such a young age...' The guy continued bragging on about an alarm system or whatever.

She felt rather confused. 'How can a heart attack be a warning system? That's a stupid one.' She sighed, rubbed her eyes to see if she was really seeing him, sadly she was. And before she could ask her question, it was answered. She was a special child, a daughter of the Grim Reaper. That's why she was abandoned and put in the orphanage. That's why she felt like she didn't belong anywhere. It was enlightening, and scary.

Shari sighed and rose from the bed, watching him. She was afraid of him and his sword, it did scare her but she tried not to show it. ''So my father is the Grim Reaper?'' She sat down on the bed, letting it sink in. ''And what now?''