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Virie Raymbraint

"Hmph, human scum."

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a character in “Requiem for a Fallen”, as played by Igari

Description



The Exorcist




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Name: Virie Raymbraint

Age: 22

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Who-the-fuck-ever-sexual

Role: Exorcist

Appearance: Though she does not stand at an imposing height, Virie possesses an intense gaze that is prone to make one oblivious to the difference in size. Her eyes are normally a more relaxed hue of lavender, but when she is riled, her left eye is prone to lighting up to resemble a scarlet red. It will also shine when she is casting a spell. The markings right beneath also resemble the same hue. Her hair is an almost faded resemblance of violet, appearing like a mixture between the natural color and gray. It falls to her knees in length, however, she does tie a portion of it in a braid in front of her torso. She wears a multi-layer hat with moderate patching, adorned with feathers, beads, and ornaments. She wears a cloak over her dress, which falls right above her knees--suede boots upon her feet. Overall, she gives the appearance of a stylish, young witch--with a bit of the flare of a warrior.

Personality: With a sharp tongue and a quick mind, it is easy to be thrown off-balance by the manner this girl projects. There is no hesitation when it comes to how easily she moves to do something malicious to someone else; she will pay any cost in order to achieve her goals. Tell her she needs to murder her best friend? The body is already on the back-step. She has a lot of pride in herself and tends to look down on others, especially humans. She is very aware of her standing within the order of things and those that aren't "blessed" enough to see beyond the mundane aren't even worth it to her. This disgust extends past the normal humans, however--it is safer to just pin it off as hatred of the human race in general.

She has always considered herself superior and can even go so far as to think herself better than lower-tier classes of demons. She dislikes being compared to being "simply mortal", since she thoroughly believes that was just a cruel prank of life. She has copious amounts of ambition and never settles until she is satisfied with what she has accomplished. This drive can be frightening, to an extent, since she literally will not stop until she has succeeded and often will neglect baser things (eating, sleeping). As much as she tries to shrug off her mortality, she grudgingly accepts that this is, for now, a part of her. Her pride in her person can often get in the way and she will never be quick to admit it if she needs help. The potential dependency on others sickens her and it will take quite a bit for her to ever seek the assistance of another.

If one were to try and look deeper, it would be obvious that even if she does have good qualities, she takes great strides to cover them up. In more ways than one, she resembles a demon, living up perfectly to her nickname "The She-Demon Witch".

Abilities: Magic doesn't exist you say? Bullocks.

I - Spells
Holding a spellbook, the age of which is nearly unfathomable, this little piece of spunk is armed with a multitude of spells ranged for almost any occasion. She invokes the magic manipulation with controlled commands and incantations. She has memorized almost every page in her spellbook (much to her chagrin, the last few pages were ripped out) so even without it, she can still bring her magic into being. However, having the book with her will produce more powerful spells. She has long since forsaken menial human capacity, invoking spiritual energy to increase her own spell output and power. Her holy powers are something of a contrast with her demonic aura, and the two powers are in constant conflict. This causes her spells to have more raw power output than they would normally anyway, though tend to lead to an explosion one way or another.

II - Demonic Energies
If she calls upon the darker end of her magics, she can alter her body slightly to sprout wings--but she has yet to "earn" her horns. This is a feature only awarded to official demons, so she is unable to emulate it in any way. Within this field, she is practiced in shadowmancy. This allows her to manipulate darkness but only for short spans of time. The shadows can take any form she chooses, though cannot stretch beyond her immediate vicinity radius of about fifteen meters. Unfortunately (in her opinion), her magic alliance is more shifted towards the purification end of things and thus, any unholy magic she attempts for extended durations will physically and mentally exhaust her body. However, she progressively works to shrug this off to get to the point where she can use demonic-oriented abilities without the excessive taxing on her body.

III - Familiar Summon
Another branching of the demonic end of her abilities resides in the form of a summon, a "familiar". [detailed at the bottom of bio]

IV - Passive Affiliations
When she feels it is absolutely necessary, she will use her skills to purify a rogue spirit/wraith, but only if they will not be an asset to her at a later time. And of course, what kind of witch would she be if she couldn't fly? Honestly.

Bio: Virie has always despised her humanity with a burning passion, hating the limits of her fickle mortal body and the eventual death she would have to face at a young, tender age. Her entire life was spent in the presence of exorcists, something of a family tradition. In fact, the Raymbraint's have a long and very integrated history with the supernatural. All children from this lineage tend to grow up having rather powerful and innate abilities of exorcism, so it didn't come to anyone's surprise when she followed on this path.

But this particular young woman wanted something different from her lineage instead of growing up a simple exorcist like all the rest. She never understood the idea of getting rid of spirits and purging them from the mortal plane--why make something cease to exist that could be useful? The book she possesses was stolen from her family vaults on the day she got the lovely idea to try absorbing spiritual essence into her body through unholy scriptures. To her (rare) delight, the verses worked and since then, she's taken it upon herself not to merely purge spirits but take them into herself. This is what caused her power levels to flare so exponentially, beyond where they were, and give her a demonic tinge. An odd contrast, for she works with holy magic, but the friction between her abilities is probably what causes additionally explosive results.

She aspires to one day use her abilities to prove her worth to the demonic hierarchy and wishes to one day join the ranks of Hell's residents. As a demon of course, don't be silly and suggest she do so as a mortal. That's just an excuse to get your body mutilated.




The Familiar




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Name: Reika

Gender: Female

Familiar Type: Kitsune Youkai

Physical Stats: Normally, she stands around seven inches of height, either resting inside of Virie's hat or riding upon her shoulder. She can float nearby her "Tamer". When she is allowed her feminine form, she towers over her "Mistress" by a full foot or so.

Personality: Feisty, energetic, and curious, the little demon minx is like a more childish rendition of her Mistress. She adores playing games, particularly if that means she gets to nip at someone's hair; a habit she has a penchant for employing should she be in the vicinity to do so. She can border on invasive at times as her regards for personal boundaries are barely worth noting, and she does have a tendency to sniff others. Quite literally. At times, her intelligence can be a little... lacking, though she attempts to make up for it in huge fits of bravado. She is rather under-exposed, however, and that leads to very outlandish and often unrealistic views upon situations.

When she is in her womanly form, Reika turns to more seductive means of play and enjoys wrapping her tail around someone's leg or body as she is speaking to them. In fact, she is a bit too touchy feely at times--you'd want to be careful with your pants around this girl since she has quick hands. She is something of a practiced thief, after all. Overall, she can come across as adventurous with a tomboyish nature, brash and loud without any concern to the offense this may invoke in others. Though she will always settle down should Virie scold her, she seems to always get away with many of her antics.

Function: Due to her ability affinity, she is able to store large amounts of mana that Virie can draw from should the witch become exhausted. She must feed upon those that have been possessed by wraiths/spirits in order to maintain her youkai affinity. Once she takes the soul into her body, she can then alter it into spiritual mana flow to provide life energy for herself. The demon also acts as something of a soul hunter for her Tamer, choosing the best ones for Virie to absorb into herself. Reika can see a person's natural soul and mana flow, which can tell her how pure they are (in terms of magic) and how susceptible they would be to possession.

Bio: Originally, Reika came from a village on the other side of the country, roaming proudly in her natural fox demon form. She would travel from town to town, stealing from the residents and causing general mayhem and havoc in her wake. Normally, this would not have directly caught the attentions of the Order, if but for the fact that she would also feed on the souls of the possessed. Virie was sent to purify the demon and put an end to the rampage, however, when faced with this task and actually meeting the vixen, Virie chose a different course of action. The mage saw the potential to use this demon to store souls and magic flow. Instead of absorbing the youkai's essence into herself, Virie cast a seal on her and forced the fox demon into a humanoid form. At first, Reika abhorred this treatment but over time, came to accept it, albeit resentfully at first. This experience did teach her a thing or two about humanity however and having sex in human form isn't that bad at all! The fact that Virie also wanted to be a demon was what worked to form a bond between the two and since discovering that fact, Reika has faithfully served Virie to the best of her abilities.


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So begins...

Virie Raymbraint's Story

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“Akira!” Her voice was shrill as she screamed out to him. Her body was tied down, a safety precaution not only for herself but also for everyone else. He felt a pull in his chest as she shouted his name again, her sea green eyes pleading with him and tears spilling forth. How did it come to this again? Akira wasn’t sure, he couldn’t really remember. Raising his gloved hand over her body he began the ‘Purge’, the process of removing the spirit from her. She was terrified, that much he could tell.

“Don’t worry Shelia, I’ll make you better again, alright?” He told her, surprised that she had come to at such a critical point. Sheila nodded, tears spilling across her face as she watched him intently. Was it the Spirits doing? Allowing it’s possessed body and soul to scream out to him in anguish? Was the entity trying to taunt him? Akira wasn’t sure about that either. His jaw tightened as he started the process. He closed his eyes, every fiber in his body heated as he summoned the power.

The power of the Exorcists surged through him and exited his body via his hands. It penetrated Shelia, going deep into her body and soul to grab hold of the Spirit that had possessed her. In reaction, her frame trembled against the bonds that held her down. In the room, several others from the Order surrounded her, trying to keep her from injuring herself. Akira concentrated only on his Purge. The faster he removed the Spirit, the faster Shelia could return to her normal self.

“Akira!” Her scream of agony startled him. Her voice had deepened slightly due to the possession, but she was struggling, fighting the Spirit with every last ounce of strength she had. Akira opened his eyes and looked directly at her, a complete mistake. The grotesque sight before him made his stomach lurch and all of his power over the Purge faded away. Shelia was stained in her own blood, cut open from her chest down. How she was still alive, he didn’t know at the time, but later blamed what was then known as a Wraith. He’d been dealing with a Wraith instead of a Spirit.

How did that happen? That mistake cost him everything. His eyes widened as he looked upon the pitch black form of a creature spilling out of Shelia’s body. The black thing took form, elongated hands, teeth that extended from its faceless head and a sickening smell that permeated the room. Akira couldn’t move as he stared at the Wraith before him. The creature moved at a surprise speed, its long claws cutting through nearly everyone that was in the room. As it whirled back around, it slammed into him, knocking him back and tearing open his shoulder and chest.

It was then that Akira was back in motion. His body charged, the electrical current fizzed across his form and leapt in little dazzling blue-ish white streaks. He aimed the charge and let it explode in a lightning strike right at the Wraith. The being screamed and underneath it, Shelia’s body arched, her scream filled the air as well. Once again Akira lost his resolve, frozen in utter fear at what had just happened.

“AKIRA!” Her voice shattered his hold on his fear. Stumbling, he was down on the ground, panting and trying not to lose the contents of his stomach. A cold chill spread across his spine and he looked up with a startled gasp.

“Humans… so easy,” The Wraith cooed as it leered towards him, claws extended…


Akira's cry of pain and terror filled the room and woke him from the nightmare. He sat up straight, shirtless body in a sheen of sweat, the blankets of his cot tossed off of him entirely. The remnants of his scream faded away soon after, leaving a cold, dead, silence.

Akira stared at the wall across from him, his chest heaving as he tried his best to get a hold over himself once more. The same dream… again, just like always. The Priest of the Order had once tried to council him, tried to get rid of the nightmare, but it never worked. Since then Akira had dealt with it by himself, never allowing anyone to know what was going on in his mind.




There was a tumble of auburn hair as a small humanoid creature rolled off the bed, falling on the floor in an ungraceful manner. There was a tiny sound that perhaps could be identified as an "oomf!" as it did so, a fury tail swishing through the air as it tried to regain it's balance. Standing up on wobbly legs, the little youkai rubbed at her eyes, haziness clouding the yellow-greenish orbs. What a terrible noise! It sounded as if someone was dyi--it must've been the new alarm put in place by the Order! She had to wake Mistress right away! Fumbling over her tail for a few seconds before remembering that she could float, the youkai let her body be lifted into the air as she unsteadily glided over towards the sleeping figure of her Tamer.

"Mistress! MISTRESS." The creature called out, the sleeping woman seeming to cringe beneath the covers at the harsh whispers. "Mistress, this is an EMERGENCY. The Order changed their alarm system to caterwhaling!" There was a faint rustle beneath the fabric, a cringe from the now previously sleeping exorcist. "Mistress, are you even awake? Mistress--MISTRESS--MISTRESS OH MY GOSH, HAVE YOU DIED IN YOUR SLEEP?!" In a panicked frenzy, the youkai immediately slipped under the covers, crawling over towards the woman.

There was no choice, she was going to have to give her the slap of love! It was the only way to verify her Tamer's well-being. The little demon reached behind her, feeling around for a bit before she remembered she had attached her crop to the belt on her skirt. She was quite forgetful today. But no matter! She took it in her left hand, cautiously reaching out to pap her Tamer on the cheek. Or at least, she was... up until a hand suddenly reached up, grabbing her firmly around her tiny body and squeezing tightly.

A very low, disgruntled hiss came from behind a mass of messy, violet hair--a single, lavender eye visible from behind the mussy locks. The demon struggled against the hold, okay, her Tamer was most certainly alive. "Mistress, you're--can't--breathe...!" The youkai fidgeted, feeling her lungs sort of collapsing the harder the exorcist squeezed her. "Losing... air... seeing... images of... men... men... ki...ss...ing..." Right before the creature actually passed out, the woman shifted her hold, tugging up the breathless youkai by her tail.

"Reika." The woman spoke shortly and curtly, in a voice that indicated someone was going to get every last, pretty finger cut off shortly. "I heard, did you not pay attention to how I chose to sleep through it? Clearly it was below my barest minimum level for importance. Now." She said, shaking the little girl roughly before tossing her to the bed with an equal amount of force. The demon named Reika slid into the mattress, becoming tangled in the covers.

"Since you were so unnecessarily loud, it looks as if I will need to get up," There was a tinge of dislike as the woman shifted, pushing back her hair to reveal a pale face. The youkai gulped and tried to scramble out of the mess she was in.

"I-I'm sorry, Mistress! Really, I was just worried and totally thought--you know, like that time we went over to the sea and I saw that narwhal!" The exorcist didn't pay these stupid words any heed at all, dragging herself out of bed without sparing another glance at her familiar. At times, Reika was suffocatingly retarded.




Once his breathing had relaxed and the terrified feeling long gone, he got off the bed and began to dress. He wore all black, form fitting and with the symbol of the Exorcist on his left breast and a larger symbol across his back. He gathered up his weaponry as well, belting on the knives and a dagger, a vial of holy water and a short sword. He didn’t use the weapons often, but when he did, they really came in handy.

Akira opened the door to his room and walked out into the underground that was the home of the Exorcists. A series of catacombs wove their way through the depths of the earths’ crust, under what used to be one of the major cities in Arkanvale. He had not so much as put a foot out of the doorway when he was approached by one of the younger Exorcists, or rather a page to be more exact.

“You’re wanted in the cathedral,” the young man said softly as he stopped Akira from going any farther. Maybe the youth had been waiting for him to wake this entire time. Not that it really mattered at that point. Akira nodded at the page and sidestepped him, moving swiftly down the tunnel. The cathedral, the area where the page had spoken of, was nothing more than a large opening in the tunnels, closed off by two large double doors.

The Exorcist moved through the near empty hall to what was considered the ‘center’ of the catacombs. His quarters weren’t far from the cathedral and so it did not take Akira long to reach the destination. Carved across the huge wood doors was the symbol of the Exorcist order, the hooked-like question mark covering a cross that spilled blood outwards.

Akira pushed these opened and stepped into the cathedral, his boots making soft sounds as he moved into the room. One eyebrow rose upwards as his amethyst gaze swept the room. It seemed that every Exorcist from the lowest page to the highest rank were gathering there in the Cathedral hall. The tables were filled with curious Exorcists as they all spoke to each other in quiet tones. Akira, on the other hand, avoided all of them and found a spot near the corner of the enormous room and seated himself there. Slowly he leaned back against the wall and crossed his arms over his chest.

At the far end of the room, their Vatican came to stand before them. He was a tall man, old, but still fit for fighting. His hair was black, with silver starting to streak through it as it did his beard. Stretching a hand out, he caught all of the Exorcists' attention. Akira wondered, not for the first time either, how the man could accomplish such a feat.

"Arkanvale is being threatened by a large amount of Spirits and Wraiths. We don't know what has happened entirely, but it seems that the gates to Inferno have weakened somehow. To combat this, I've gathered you all here because we are expecting several of Paradiso's Angels and Inferno's Demons to join us in this matter.

"You all will be partnered with one Demon and one Angel. We will determine this through a series of initiations between you all to see who is compatible for each of you. Things should be starting fairly shortly," The Vatican finished his speech and turned from his spot on the balcony above them. He either went to the tables on the other side, or entered the small meeting room that was built up there. Akira's eyes had unconsciously narrowed throughout the speech. Just what he wanted... to be partnered with strangers.

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Virie Raymbraint




To be frank, this whole fiasco was a bloody waste of her time. At least that was what the youngest member of the Raymbraint household thought as she regarded the group that was accumulating within her vicinity. Too many people. She narrowed her eyes very slightly, not even bothering to regard anyone for overly long. Reika, on the other hand, was simply besides herself. All these wonderful new things that were coming into her life--WHOA, did that guy over there have heterochromia?! Man, that was wicked cool. Like hella cool. She rolled over midair back towards her Mistress, automatically clinging on to a small bunch of dull, violet hair with her small arms. She tugged at it excitedly as she made efforts to bring her Tamer's attentions to the diverse group.

"Mistress, Mistress, look, look over there! It's like digimon only waaaaaaaay hotter and--" The infuriating beginnings of a one-sided dialogue was cut short as Virie wasted no time in raising one of her hands, back-handedly slapping Reika down from her position. The fox demon tumbled through the air and went sprawling on the ground. She seemed to be used to it for underneath the locks of auburn hair, a hand weakly shot up with a thumbs up position to indicate she was fine. Virie ignored her and pursed her lips, narrowing her eyes with her growing annoyance. There were times her demon was suffocatingly retarded, but at others she seemed irritatingly chipper. In short, Reika was a nuisance that needed to be constantly shown her place in order to quiet down for brief intervals.

No longer sparing her a thought, her mind was brought to focus on a rather interesting looking man... or perhaps she should use his more proper title. The Demon Commander. Her eyes lit up for the first time during this whole exchange as she eyed him, eagerly (albeit in a monotone and deadpan fashion) taking in every detail of his visage. Ah, so this was the Commander, the one whom she would one day serve. That was a fact she was sure of. In her research, it had been noted that demons looked more positively upon those that proved themselves in battle, as opposed to those that merely fawned after them. Virie was no lesser being, and she had every intention of proving her worth. The instant that whelp of a human was done with his little prancing was when she would volunteer herself. Why wait to be chosen when she already knew what she wanted?


It seemed that she was not that tardy to begin with. Somehow, it brought her the biggest relief. She was a professional, after all. It would not be good to have a disappointing first impression with her potential teammates. The initiations were just about to begin from the looks of it. She looked to where the voices were coming from. However, she was quite short and the other people were way taller than her. It blocked her eyesight which annoyed Elegia to a certain degree. Pursing her lips and eyebrows lowered to disdain, she was having a hard time which was obvious by moving her head around. There was no other way but to stand on the tables which she did so. Finally, she had an unhindered view of everything. Once that was settled, she saw up on the balcony the presence of the Vatican and two individuals. Judging by their outer appearances, she could digress that these were both of angelic and demonic origins. Adding to that, they were introduced as the Demon Commander and Angel Commander respectively. It seemed that things around here were about to get serious and that made her smile in complete excitement.

Not long after the introductions of the higher-ups, the paired demons and angels were announced. Her eyes of bright mauve gazed at the deemed ethereal entities moving to a section of the hall given to them. They looked all different from each other yet oddly similar (how does this work exactly?). She was just not certain what is the thing that she finds similar among them though (tense change?). Thinking about it, she searched within her consciousness the different traits that could determine this. However, as she was closing on that certain thing in her mind, she was interrupted when the first Exorcist to be tested was called out. Looking at the sacrifices (which how she sees it), she observed them closely, studying her potential rivals.

Her attention was taken by the entire fight. Elegia watched every moment in clear detail as their movements ingrained in her deeper level of consciousness. The fight was entertaining to say at least and she had never felt this kind of thrill to be the next in line for the initiation. She had already the opponent she would choose in mind. Her eyes brimmed with the pleasure of coming blows with such people and to be a part of a team that would be comprised of an Angel and a Demon. She cannot wait to be called out. Thinking about it, there was no need for her to wait on the sidelines to be summoned. Without further ado, she walked a little back until she was at the edge of the table and then ran at full speed. Once reaching the other end, she jumped with all her might and somersaulted through the air. Fortunately, she landed at the area where the battle was to be made and enthusiastically introduced herself as the next competitor.

"I will take the next challenge! I, Elegia Nightless, have chosen Demon Commander Treylion as my opponent."


There was a pause for a fraction of a second as Virie sucked in her breath, left eye twitching ever-so-slightly as a dangerous reddish light flashed in the magenta orb. Had... that little brat just... The demon witch was not entertained in the slightest and her eyes narrowed into slits, thin lips frowning with her disapproval. However, lashing out all of a sudden would not do her any good... No, there was an artful way to go about everything. With a deep breath, she controlled the anger that was flooding through her and calmly stretched her palm. The pages within her spellbook glowed just faintly as she murmured under her breath. The spell she cast was aimed at the pillar that was near the human whelp, cracks appearing in the rock. The pillar shook precariously before the rock finally crumbled; whether or not the idiot--that subservient mar--jumped out of the way was not her concern.


One moment, Elegia was declaring her claim to the challenge and the next thing she was catered with were the crumbling stones from the nearby pillar. There was an oddity to such an incident. It was hardly plausible for some structure that had withstand time to simply give way. Looking at the spectacle tumbling down on her, she had a spark of pleasure in those eyes. Then, the cloud of dusts and rubble completely covered her from anyone's views.


It fell right in front of her, cutting her off from the arena and creating a clear path for Virie, who regarded the whole scene coolly. "Oh look at that," She commented absently. "It seems the foolishly energetic whelp jumped the gun, as they say." She spoke nonchalantly, not even remotely bothered by the fact that she could've harmed the meister girl. Reika had straightened during this whole escapade and was giggling madly from her position on the floor, knowing precisely what had taken place. What a sneaky one her Mistress was!

"Since she seems preoccupied, I will be taking up that challenge, Lord Treylion." She said curtly.


"Hold it right there."

Standing on top of the rubble, Elegia appeared completely unharmed. However, there was a rather translucent sheen to her form. It was slowly dissipating as the girl jumped down and narrowed her eyes at the one she knew by reputation which was truly not of the nicest one.

"Virie Raymbraint. This is a first serve basis. You should back off." There was little decency in her words. Respect was not a part of it even if this person could be deemed as a senior to her in terms of rank. At the same time, there was no fear as well even if this Female Exorcist had already clearly stated to her in a very physical manner, Fuck off. It only made her more excited in taking this challenge. Powerful enemies always make the best stepping stone and this Virie would be hers without a doubt.
"Now that is solved, this Demon Commander is mine. If you would excuse us, Milady Raymbraint."


Needless to say, this whole little display was working wonders for Treylion's amusement. The first girl that had so energetically stepped up certainly didn't have a mind for fear; that would serve her well in the coming tasks. The second one, however, now hers was a name he recognized. One did not become the Demon Commander without knowing how to acquire knowledge, after all.
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"Exorcist, Meister," He said with a sneer of his entertainment. "There needn't be any of this ridiculous banter. Come, both of you step up." He commanded with that same edge of danger radiating outwards from his person. Virie clenched her hand into a delicate fist before releasing it, sighing in the process. Demons Below, she hated every last one of these humans. She took a step forward, sliding her eyes over to Elegia's and mouthing something in one of her texts. Odds were, the meister wouldn't understand what she had just said, and that sat with Virie just fine.

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Meister Elegia
"Sometimes, your enemy is the one beside you..."



Treylion flicked his gaze over both and not even taking out time to alert them before he was already moving forwards, grinning smoothly. He raised one of his arms and with a great flourish summoned a ball of flames which hovered inches above his palm. With a flick of his wrist and a smirk across his face, several orbs shot out toward the exorcists. Instead of being one-directional, they gravitated towards the females, almost as if drawn to them, homing in on their position. A rush of air and heat as the orbs began to swirl chaotically around them, remaining close enough to maintain a sense of danger but still just out of reach enough to not physically harm either of them.

Snapping her attention to the Demon Commander, it seemed he had no qualms taking both of them on. Now this was the kind of opponent that she liked. Ignoring Virie's presence and the string of incoherent words that spilled out of the younger girl's lips, Elegia readied herself for the fight that she had been itching to have for so long. However, she was ill-prepared for the fiery orbs flying toward the two of them. Well, it goes without saying that she should have expected something like this. Still, she wanted the more physical approach of things. It would be entertaining to say the least to gauge her strength against a demon like him. But for now, she has to ease her excitement to a tolerable one. After all, she has a fight that needed to ended with her win.

Perhaps Virie shouldn't have been overly taken aback by this tactic, in fact, she welcomed the use of magic. It just showed that her preferred choice of offense was the right one. Reika was already on the alert but Virie quieted her down--she did not want to rely on her youkai, not in this fight. She quickly opened her spellbook, the pages well-thumbed. She brushed her hand over the page, speaking quickly in her spell-tongues to summon up a controlled whirlwind around her body to keep the flames naturally at bay. Creating a water torrent would've been too predictable and she highly doubted that would've dispelled the fire anyway. The winds sped around her body at a moderate pace, from a distance, it would appear as if a small tornado had appeared around the exorcist. (And little Reika held on tightly to her Mistress' leg--oh god those winds, IT WAS EVEN WORSE THAN WHAT HER BODY PRODU... something.)

From the corner of her eyes, Elegia could see that Virie was already preparing her own set of theatrics. Well, there was no way she was going to lose to some demon-wannabe or whatever she calls herself nowadays. Raising her right hand upwards, a translucent glow began to emanate from her fingertips. Soon enough, it cascaded down to her form similar to a big gelatin case and it did not take long enough as well for it to create separate entities of sphere that resembled of floating bubbles. Her eyes were narrowed to show the concentration that was being placed into this ability of hers and with a small smile gracing her lips. The said spheres floated around in an erratic manner or is it now?

"Let the fun begin."

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Snapping her fingers, the floating spheres attached itselves to the flaming orbs of demonic fire. Engulfing them without much interruption, the effect of such a move was yet to be seen. However as time lingered on, the flames that posed such dangerous intentions were slowly diminishing in its hellish fires. As if, the air and heat were being sapped out of them. Thus, it did not take too long before they were no more within the bubbles that Elegia had released.

The fires that he'd launched at the two women were easily dealt with. Treylion grinned wholeheartedly. He enjoyed a good fight, and it seemed the two women exorcists that had engaged with him were going to bring even more excitement than usual.

"Be careful," Rai warned softly off to the side. The Demon Commander glanced over his shoulder, narrowed his dark eyes and frowned at the shorter, child-like Angel.

"Che, they are only humans," he replied shortly and turned his attention back to the women. His hand opened a second time, once again summoning his fires from hell. The red and orange ball of light twisted and turned, licking his hand as he fed the fire more fuel. It was soon swirling around from his palm and up his arm. A wide grin split his lips and he turned his hand with the flames outwards to face the women.

Launching the fire at them, he watched the flickering serpent of deadly heat snake outwards and strike lightning fast at both women, splitting at the end into two heads to get at them both.

Virie narrowed her eyes, able to hear full well what the Commander had just called her. Only human, hm? She felt a flash of anger. There were very few things that could get under her skin, as she prided herself on the strictest control over herself. After all, demons did not have true emotions, merely put on displays. She instantly dismissed her winds at this, the gusts fizzling out and leaving her unfazed, if a bit windswept. Raising the arm that held her book out in front of her, she turned over her palm so that it faced upwards. The book levitated a little in front of her, flipping to another well-thumbed page. The words upon it began to glow and inky scarlet and she muttered faintly under her breath. If she wanted to make an impression, she was going to have to be unorthodox... and cruel.

So, the Demon Commander looks at them as mere humans who can't do anything significant to hurt him or more so to defeat him. Elegia smiled at this notion. She liked it when the enemy underestimates her for it is more worth it beating them to a bloody pulp. Her floating bubbles were dispersed without much a wave of a hand. The snake serpent that was aimed towards her had been blockaded by her barrier. Even without the need to summon, it has an inherent tendency to protect her from all danger. Once, the fiery snake of flames was tackling to pierce through the translucent shield. She concocted two invisible panels from both its side and squeezed it out of existence. It was after such an act that she took notice of what Virie had done on her end. However what met her was...

A flash of a smirk unfurled on her features as she snapped her fingers and the words on the page floated off of them. They began to vibrate, almost humming, as they wound around each other. Each word formed into a solid chain, glyphs for air carved into each one. She gestured and the chains shot forwards through the air towards the flame serpent that was bounding at her. Her chains first caught it around its claws, the beast spewing flames out at her in protest. She smirked just a fraction of an inch more and the chains tightened, binding around the serpent even more. They wrapped around its torso, around its neck and with a flick of its wrist, twisted all the way through and decapitated the creature. But no, she wasn't done, not by a long shot.

With a bit of a flourish, more for show than anything else, she directed her chains in a whiplash at the commander. The metal had already dispelled the heat, the air glyphs working as a counter-measure against them. She muttered another verse and several spikes shot out of the sides of the metal. However, right before they even touched the commander, the chains abruptly turned and shot out at the girl that was supposed to be her comrade. The girl who, to her annoyance, had tried to proceed before her. An underling, a servant, a waste of existence. And who did she think she was anyway, bursting in on her initiation? It would be better to just relieve herself and others of the insignificant presence of that twat. Yet, faster than even she had anticipated--just as her chains were about to cut into that thing and bring up the sweet, scarlet substance, the demon commander had caught her chains with his bare hand. She grimaced and her lip curled in disgust.

"Enough," Treylion said, not relinquishing his grip on her chains. She would've persisted but trying to push herself against him would've been a bit too much. So she relented, much to her own disappointment, and let her chains alter themselves back into words. Once they had safely returned to her book, the commander resumed a more relaxed stance.

"There is no reason to continue this game, you've both made it clear where you each stand." He said, addressing them. "Witch, you will be paired with Janus and Ryu--I'm sure you'll find your demon companion to... share some common interest. And you, meister, you will be with Culsa and Caelestis." Virie made the briefest of bows towards him to symbolize her respect before turning on her heel, disregarding the girl she had been so intent to kill just moments ago and walking over towards her new partners. This had better have been worth the effort.

The reputation attached to Virie was without doubt correct in every way. Treylion had halted the attack intended for her. Elegia had a very cold look in her eyes of mauve that seemed to be replicated by the younger girl. She knew that it would do no good for her to lash out and place that arrogant b*tch in her rightful place. So for now, she well it slide and decided to end this initiation by going to her respective team as announced. Although, she wondered what was this Culsa and Caelestis were like. She hoped that they were not going to be hard to deal with just like that obnoxious Exorcist.

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"I'll began placing you together. Do this quickly, we've no time to waste. Lucian, Sangre. Janus and Ryu. Xana and Cadenza. Marethyu, Volos. And Culsa and Caelestis."

Balanced precariously over the lip of the railings, the demon named Janus barely responded at all to the calling. He sat there, legs dangling over the edge, lost in his own excitement and anticipation. The presence of both commanders gave rise to a flicker of hope. The hope that he would have the opportunity to fight a worthy opponent once again. Alas, such aspirations were doomed to be trampled as the Angel Commander picked up from where Treylion had finished.

"As for you, Exorcists. You'll be placed into each group as we deem fit. What I mean by this is you'll have the choice to fight either myself or Treylion. Based on how well you do, we'll place you in these groups."

Throwing his head back, Janus released an exasperate groan as the procession was delivered. It was bad enough having to be cooped up in this suffocating trap of a meat doll, but suppressing his primal urges was draining. Matters were made worse by the fact that they would be operating up in the over world, which tended to call for rather more subtlety. He thought the outbreak would provide him the thrill of violence and freedom that had recently been lacking in his life, but so far all it had provided was more restrictions.

Ryu looked for the one named Janus and spotted a man who was alone. It seemed that this one was the Demon named Janus. The Archangel made his way over to the demon, a smile on his face as he approached. As soon as he was close enough to the demon, he reached out and greeted the man warmly.

"Hello there, name's Ryu. I look forward to working with you," Ryu offered, it was hard for him to keep at bay his general greeting which was to hug the person in question. So, the overly hyper Angel decided to stick with his original greeting.

Janus looked at the arm on his shoulder, wearing a mask of utter disgust as his eyes extended up to its owner and then looked at Ryu up and down. "Oh great, looks like I got the happy-go-lucky one," he smirked mirthlessly in response to Ryu's genial attempt at introductions.

The demon brushed the arm away, shunning it like some contagious disease, before twirling in place. Placing his legs back within the boundaries of the porch, he pushed of the railings and stood up straight, meeting the mistmatched eyes of the angel. What a solicitious being. His opposite in almost every respect, at least from his first impressions. The angel had barely said anything to him, but Janus could already tell. The friendly aura which radiated from the placated expression of Ryu's only seemed to have the opposite affect on the demon, who glared back at the angel with ravenous hunger.

"So this is who i've been saddled with," said Janus, sniffing roughly, "You seem like a nice angel. I'm Janus Abraxis and I hate nice angels."

As if by example, Janus then flicked his thumb over the balcony at Rai. "Especially people like your commander. Acting so damned high and mighty like most of you angels."

Ryu grinned back at Janus, he wasn't in the least angered about the demon's reaction to him. He pulled his hand back and rested them on his hips as he regarded Janus.

"I think I'll come to rub off on you Janus," Ryu replied sweetly, keeping his genuine smile, "As for my commander, I wouldn't underestimate him, my friend. Just like some others around here," Ryu finished as he took his eyes off of Janus and looked around the room. He was sure he could pick out who was deadly and who wasn't. Especially a certain demoness who had cornered one of the Angels, Cadenza if Ryu remembered correctly.

"That's a rather bold statement angel," Janus returned, finally backing out of 'uncomfortable personal space' range, the concept of which was alien to him like so many other basic human etiquettes. Neither did Janus possess the common decency to refer to someone by name. Only those he respected in combat were able to earn that courtesy. He shifted his jealous gaze down as the first exorcist stepped forwards and engaged in combat with the child-like angel commander, wishing he were the one fighting.

"And who says I'm underestimating him?" said Janus, unleashing a wild grin. "I was only commenting that his behaviour is shit boring, like most angels..."

Ryu bristled slightly as he listened to the demon's speech. Was he trying to provoke him? Or was that indirect? Etherway, Ryu brushed the slight comment past and figured that the demon was always like this. It would be something that he'd just have to get used to. The Angel crossed his arms over his chest and went to the railing to look out over the edge and see what Janus was looking at.

"Hmm," he hummed lightly, "That exorcist... He's not bad. He's good to look at too," Ryu grinned, shooting Janus a sideways glance. The fight wasn't too long, but long enough to show the exorcist's strength and Rai's overwhelming power. The Angel let out a dissatisfied sigh though as the exorcist was given to a different group. So much for having a nice human to enjoy company with.

A snort sounded out from besides Ryu as Janus stuck his nose up at the exorcist's fighting prowess. "Pffft. Yes, aren't they just so cute and cuddley?" Janus scoffed dismissively, unable to comprehend such petty attractions. Knowing seductive demons like Xana certainly did not improve his outlook either.

Crossing his arms, the demon looked far from impressed as the tables were quickly turned on the man who battled the angel. A painful shriek tore upwards, destroying the somber atmosphere as Rai finished redirecting the human's power, concluding the first duel. "Weak, pathetic and limited," Janus criticized, "His speed is abysmal, if worse comes to worse these humans are going to be a liability when the wraiths pop out. Let's face it, the only reason they're useful is because they can exorcise a spirit and save the soul. But if you ask me, some of these exorcists don't even look like they care about that."

Janus rolled his eyes down at the group of exorcists that arrayed the stage by way of indication. "So word of advice to you. Don't get too attacted to them," Janus chuckled, "Or you''ll just be setting yourself up for disappointment."

"Sounds like you've been disappointed before," Ryu answered with a smile, "Why not give it another try? You may be surprised."

"Witch, you will be paired with Janus and Ryu--I'm sure you'll find your demon companion to... share some common interest. And you, meister, you will be with Culsa and Caelestis."

Ryu turned his attention to the Commander who sent them their Exorcist. It was a woman by the looks of it, a woman dressed like a witch out of the books. He eyed her carefully and then decided that she would be just fine, especially if she could weild more power like she'd done so in the fight.

"Aaaand that's us," Janus hummed. His expression evolved into one of pure skepticism as their subordinate approached, wearing something that looked far to ridiculous and far to frivilous to be conventional. How was this human supposed to fight anyone dressed like that? Crowning her long, violet strands, an utter patchwork of mismatched materials inspired his suspicions. White lace licked the surface beneath her feet, coated in layers of black fabric that hung loosely enough to look like a hinderance. The soft taps of her high heels only served to compound her audacity. As her figure wrapped around his mind, Janus' eyes flashed with abhorrence, "What even is this? Some kind of joke? I thought they were assigning us exorcists. You're in the wrong setting witch. You should run back to your gingerbread house before you get killed."

Virie took the comment in stride, her ears picking up on it as soon as she got in the immediate vicinity. Perhaps that would've insulted a lesser being than her, but all it made her do was crack a very wide grin. "Oh, I'm sorry. I forgot my broom to make myself seem more convincing. See, it was shoved so far up your ass that I failed to find it. My sincerest apologies."

Ryu's eyes widened as he watched both of them, he couldn't believe what was just said. He looked between the two of them, unsure of how to react, "Alright now... let's just... try to work together alright?" He offered, lifting his hands and smiling.

"Bloody what?" Janus snarled, hands unfurling in a gesture of threat. He stalked past the conscientious objector and took a step closer to Virie, eyes glowing with balefire, "Say that again you pathetic human!"

Ryu moved, he watched Janus come closer to Virie and immediately put himself between them. This wasn't working... why was he having to be in a group with two hostile people? One a demon none-the-less. Ryu pushed against Janus, keeping him away from the smaller human girl.

"Alright! That's enough you two. We should get ready to go, I'm sure we're done here," he said, his smile long gone and his voice now more serious than before.

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"Uhhhh, Mistress, are you sure this is a good idea?" The loud voice of Reika was the only noise that pierced the silence of the night--and it was irritatingly loud at that. A dirty look from Virie caused the girl to silence herself, though she puffed up her cheeks as if to keep all of her words inside. This breath holding only lasted a few more seconds or so before the youkai exhaled loudly, coughing and gasping for air as though she had been deprived of it for overly long. The exorcist did not shift her gaze towards her blathering idiot of a companion and kep moving forwards, cloak sweeping behind her and rustling slightly.

Reika had resorted to holding her hands in front of her mouth now, breathing out extremely noisily through her nose. Finally the fox couldn't take it anymore and freed her hands from their position, flailing her arms around in the process. "Mooo iiiiii!" She exclaimed, Virie just eyebrow raising in the process.

"Reika," She said firmly, unamused and her tone carrying with it the mild edge of a threat. 'I don't read your stupid gay love comics nor do I speak the absurd language in them." Reika flailed her arms even more furiously, fanning some air towards Virie's face.

"They're not stupid, they're real I tell you! Just look at Ryu, he's the prime example of an uke!" No comment left the exorcist's lips, the woman more preoccupied with progressing through town. Reika continued to rant in the background but she paid the creature no heed--there were bigger things to concern herself with. When she had set out with her "companions" a few days previously, she had not anticipated the three of them being split up quite so soon or easily. She preferred being alone--or as alone as it got when Reika was around. The youkai admittedly wasn't all that bad when she was sleeping.

Whatever the case, she was now the sole occupant on the road--and the town was still a good 20, perhaps 30 minute walk away. She adjusted the brim of her hat, alternating the hand that was carrying her book as she did so. Demons Below. Just what was so bad about letting some spirits or wraiths run free? The more the merrier--in her opinion anyway. Having groups of them upon the surface was, frankly, better for her in all honesty. It meant more targets and more potential absorptions that could be conducted. And who cared if some several hundred humans got slaughtered or possessed in the process? It only strummed up chances to be rid of the pests and exorcise them once and for all.

Hmph. Stupid wastes of space. The whole bloody surface should be shot of them--most of them. The bare minimum should just be kept alive for having a purpose, the others most definitely eradicated. Now that she thought on it, why was she even bothering with this wretched mission in the first place? She couldn't see any problems with this situation... But she had given her word to the demon commander and she wasn't about to go back on that. Virie sighed, resigning herself to the task at hand and away from her wishful thinking of piles of dead bodies. Oh well. Perhaps she could murder some "innocents", all by "accident".

"... and then you take the beady thing and you shove it up his--Mistress, were you even listening?" Reika pouted, Virie suddenly becoming aware that the youkai hadn't shut up the entire time she had zoned out. "Pooooooooo. Why don't you ever--"

"Reika, do you sense anything?" Virie cut her off as they approached a fork in the road. She was itching to murder someone. She got possessed by these fits of bloodlust every so often and now that she was out in the open, now was a good as time as any.

"Well..." Reika trailed off, hovering in her spot as her tail swished in the air. The youkai closed her eyes, seeming to concentrate as much as she possibly could (which wasn't a whole lot, to be realistic) before snapping her eyes back open. "That way!" She said, pointing to their right.

"Excellent," And with that, Virie proceeded to walk in the opposite direction. Reika floated there, confused and went to glide after the exorcist. The woman shot her an extremely dirty look that made the fox stop in her tracks. "You will go that way Reika."

"B-But... shouldn't you go after... the..." Even for as stupid as she was, the demon could figure out things... sometimes.

"I highly doubt that our other two "companions" stuck together--the angel scum is too weak and the demon too flighty. You will go that route, if you locate the angel, contact me." She didn't say anything further, only turning on her heel and walking away from Reika. The girl shivered a little, unused to being alone in a long while. Well shit, she better go hunt down the bishonen man then and tell him his uke fate! A devious grin flashed on the youkai's face as she followed her Mistress' directives and headed along the alternate route.

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Nothing.

Not a bloody damned thing.

Stalking the wonderland that was Kings Avenue, Janus upped his pace to something akin to hurried. The town was a haven as far as Janus was concerned. Warm and sparkly, people dressed in tightly wound jackets, woolen clothes and colorful beanies passed by, exiting and entering in a near endless stream of darkened passages. For what felt like a dozen hours, Janus had not sensed the slightest inkling of danger, even as his own demonic energy seeped out like a bad smell. The aura acted like repellant, keeping the majority of humans outside of his personal space. After a few more minutes of mindless walking, the demon scrunched up his face and spat onto the pavement. The spirit was either non-existent or more intelligent than he gave it credit for, either way, none of that changed that fact that he was feeling extremely frustrated at the persistent lull.

Looking around for something to dispense his anger on, Janus scoffed as he heard people talking about politics, poverty, food the arts and a whole assortment of useless dribble he honestly thought was a waste of breath. How could these people be so blatantly ignorant of their surroundings? Of the danger their world was in?

“I think it’s about time to call it quits,” said the demon, sighing like a hound deprived off its dinner. Turning around, it was then that Janus noticed a conspicuous figure approaching down the boulevard. If anything was to give the exorcist known as Virie Raymbraint away, Janus would have pin-pointed the multi-layered witches hat. A patchwork of terribly ill-conceived palettes, the accessory was currently bobbing its way down the sidewalk towards him, closely preceded by the rest of her obnoxious attire. Even in this environment it was hard to miss her. Upon reaching the demon, the woman was immediately assailed by his warmest vitriol.

“Oh, hello meat sack. So nice of you to finally join me, though, with all that extra padding on I can’t blame you if you spent half that time tripping over yourself,” he scowled as his eyes fitted upon the pathetic little worm, gazing with contemptuous egoism. Janus regarded her only for a second before averting his eyes elsewhere in expectance, “Where’s the innocuous little angel? Surely he came along with you.”

Virie was little surprised at the reception but didn't find it off-putting in the slightest. Janus was a demon speciman ripe for the picking, so to speak, and a good subject to use for her observations. She hadn't deigned to ever pay close attention to Reika--at times, the exorcist had to wonder just how close that girl was to being human rather than a fully-fledged demon. She tilted her chin up, not missing a beat as she responded in an equally snide manner.

"The progress was slow but yours must've been slower if I managed to catch up with you. Tell me, still waddling with discomfort over the broom still up your ass? Careful, wouldn't want it to dig in too deep or you'll never be able to remove it." She rolled her eyes, continuing as she put a hand on her hip. "The winged offense went his own route, but I took my own precautions as to his location."

She turned on her heel, not really bothering to explain further. To others, it surely must've looked odd. There had been no proper greeting, no proper small talk--but Virie suspected this was how conduct would ensue between them. It was a change of pace from the wimps she had to deal with back at the Order. She swept her hair back from in front of her eyes casually with a yawn.

"Well, you want to stand there gawking at the boring townspeople? I'm sure her dress doesn't come in your size or color."

“If I wanted to look like a frigid bitch, I would’ve simply dressed like you,” Janus scoffed, narrowing his eyes at the back of the punitive exorcist.

The lines of his face scowled, flaunting discontent as the demon strode forwards. If not for the need to maintain disguise, Janus would have killed her for the information or worse. There was an abundance of humans to replenish exorcist numbers as far as he was concerned. Perhaps in due time.

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The night was slowly going to be turning to morning, the cool breeze fluttered through the trees as the figure walked through the sparse wood. They seemed to have no particular destination in mind, at least at first. Then as the woods became a little bit thicker, an outcropping of boulders appeared at the center of the area. Here the figure stopped and knelt down next to the rocks. A gloved hand reached out and brushed the boulders almost as if they were precious. A slight glow filled the area, symbols swirled around, carving their way into the rocks that piled up on one another. After a few more moments, the rocks shuddered and lifted into the air.

The figure stood then, took a few steps back and watched the display. Beneath the tumble of stones was a gate, a dark gate that amassed and swirled with power just beneath the pile of boulders. It wasn't just any gate that sat there either, it was one of the gates that led to Inferno. A sharp scream pierced the air then and as the rocks shuddered, so did the gate. Lifting their hands, the figure spun their fingers in a circular pattern. More symbols of power etched their way through the dense air and penetrated the dark portal. The screams erupted and a multitude of spirits and wraiths washed forth. The air exploded backwards with their escape, making the trees groan and the boulders scatter through the area.

The dark clothed figure watched silently, the cowl over their face lifting to observe as the beings took to the air. They were released from their torment in Inferno and they were hell bent on doing whatever pleased them. Nothing would bring them back, nothing. Stretching a hand forth, power emanated through the air and the magic curled around one of the fleeing wraiths. With a flick of his wrist he brought the wraith downwards and held it in place as it struggled. The inhuman growl did nothing to put off the figure and instead it seemed that the cloaked being ignored it completely.

"You're going to be something special," the voice that pierced the air was male and coming from the cloaked being. The wraith twisted and turned in the hold that the man held on it. Magic pulsed through the air and pumped into the wraith that was being held. Its cry of surprise echoed all around and a few moments afterwards, the wraith stopped moving. The man regarded it carefully before letting it go. As he stepped towards the creature, the wraith lifted its head and gazed at the man with dark hollow eyes.

"I want you to destroy those that call themselves exorcists and anyone else that may be with them. Is that clear?"

The wraith sucked in a deep breath. The dark mass of energy twisted around as it reformed its body. Long arms stretched forth from the darkness, legs as well and a tail. The face was elongated and there was no mouth for the moment but that soon changed. Along with the rest of its body, long ears sprouted from its skull and a second after, lips parted the darkness to reveal a pitch darkness surrounded by black razor sharp teeth made of pure energy.

"Master," it's inhuman voice hissed passed a tongueless mouth.

"You're free to use any means you wish. Just kill them all."

The wraith stretched its hands forth and extended its elongated claws. The creature gave a sharp cackle as it tested it's new found power given to it by the man before him. Dark magic flooded the area, turning what was once living to nothing but blackened death. The man's hood nodded up and down slightly in appreciation for the wraiths quick take on his power. The wraith looked to the man and pulled its lips into a cruel grin, "Consider it done."

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There was a slight knock on the door before it was pulled open and Akira's gaze lifted to see who it was. At first he was tense, but upon seeing it to be Sangre, he settled. Of course it would be the angel. The exorcist finished buttoning up his shirt and hoped to god that Lucian wouldn't insist on his wrapping them. He could only imagine the scene... Quickly he pushed the thought aside and stood up slowly, still weary from the loss of so much energy. Food and a bit of sleep would do him good.

"What did I missed exactly here?" Sangre asked.

"I went after a spirit and lost it. It overpowered me too quickly," Akira replied shortly, not keen on giving too many details. The night had been rough enough the last thing he wanted was both Lucian and Sangre on his case about failing to secure a single spirit. Not that Lucian had said anything of the kind, but Akira was sure the man had at least thought it once. With a sigh, the exorcist pulled on his long black jacket that went over the white shirt beneath and buttoned it up. Once dressed he moved passed Sangre and opened the door.

"I'll be right back. I'll bring something for you both to eat as well," and Akira left the room, closing the door gently behind him. He took the stairs quickly, making his way down to the bar area and went to the tender of the inn. He waited patiently for the man behind the table to address him and once he found out what the menu was he ordered a few things. With the help of a pretty little waitress, he went back up the stairs with three platters of food for the three of them. Cheese, meats and some pastries along with some water and ale for him.

Opening the door again, he stepped inside with the waitress and motioned for her to put the platters down on the table with him. When that was done Akira paid her for the food and she left. Without waiting for the others, the exorcist took his cup of ale, a bit of cheese and meat along with one of the pastries and sat down to eat.

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"Reika..." Ryu panted as he was once again locked in a struggle of strength with the possessed human, his teeth ground together as he watched the poor human try to kill him, "A little... help please!" He called to the bond. Not that he expected much from her, she wasn't all that bright to begin with. The best he could hope from her was a bit of distraction so that he could disengage from the possessed human and make his way to where Reika's owner had gone.

With a roll of his eyes, he shoved the human away from him and decided that his best course of action was to rely on himself. However, what did make things better was that Reika was there and she could lead him to Virie. With the human stumbling away from him he turned on his heel and rushed across the street to grab Reika who was no doubt just sitting and watching the display. How utterly useless... Never had Ryu thought that he would utter those words to a being, but this bond was something else entirely. He wondered briefly how Virie managed the little sprite.

Quickly, the archangel grabbed the girl around her tiny little waist in one hand and started to run through the alleyways. The creature followed behind them, intent on killing the angel by whatever means possible. Ryu hoped that Virie would exorcise the human, thus allowing him to destroy it. Or if Virie had somehow managed to find Janus, then they would be able to bring the spirit back to Inferno. That was, if the spirit allowed them to. Pushing aside those thoughts, he ran through the streets with Reika in hand.

"Alright missy, tell me where you lovely master went!" He ordered as he took another turn down an alleyway.

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"Huh?" The blank expression of the youkai greeted the angel as she stared back at him. She didn't really understand his concern at all, he had just been fighting this TOTALLY badass looking monster... Which was kind of cool. But also kind of sucky at the same time. Since he hadn't stayed still long enough for her to sketch out the scene and turn it into an amazing, glittering, butt-smacking awesome hentai. "Er... uh..." Oh, what had he asked? No, he hadn't asked about her yaoi collection... no one knew about that...

Oh yeah! The mistress, that was who he had been asking after. "She sent me here after you!" She giggled absently, clearly not comprehending the situation enough to put two and two together to realize they were actually in danger. "She told me to wait until she got here and then uhhhh... I guess surprise butt sex, I dunno." She said casually, shrugging her shoulders. Whatever, she didn't see what the big problem was in the first place. He was panicking for no good reason! Mistress would be here soon enough and this was prime time to grill him for answers, anyway.

"Oh hey, now that I have you here. So. Janus." She began, a sneaky grin coming on her face. (She was quite literally ignoring the horrid growls coming from the town) "He has a firm ass, right? All tight and stuff! 'Cause I saw you looking at him earlier and I was totally convinced that maybe you know, you had the uh, man hots for him. Which it's cool if you do. Because that'd be awesome."

If Ryu was even remotely disgruntled by her statements, the youkai was paying them no heed. She was going off into her own little fantasy land where Ryu and Janus frolicked through fields together, holding hands and doing other... lovely... things... Mmmm... She drooled openly, totally lost in her thoughts and completely tuning out the destruction from the wraith that would probably find them sooner than later.


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Virie had kept her thin lips upturned ever so slightly as she traveled with Janus, making sure to allow him to take the lead as they progressed towards the next town over. Since there little "conversation", the two had taken to an odd bout of silence. She stared at his back openly, observing the slightly broadened shoulders and the way in which he walked. He was cocky but then again, he was a demon, of course he would be. He was certainly a good subject for her observations.

The woman tapped her chin, a smirk flashing across her face briefly as a malicious thought passed through her mind. What would he look like if she murdered him right here and now? Would he rot along with his pathetic human flesh or would his demonic form take over? Did demons even die if one murdered their little meat puppet forms? To be "fair" to Janus, he was an archdemon, so perhaps the probability of flat-out murder wouldn't be as easy or as high as she would've hoped.

Hm, but now that she thought on it, would killing him let her take his place? Clearly killing lessers would do her no good in the long run--they were mere toys in it all and easily disposable by those higher on the demon spectrum. But how delicious he would look with his flesh strewn about the ground, an expression of rage, loathing, and faint shock upon his face... Just the mental image was enough to make her shiver with anticipation. Soon, not yet. She had to observe his ways first and learn all she could before she took those measures.

She blinked, ah, they were already at this hovel of a town already? She had thought it would take longer. What an absolute pigsty this place was. She wrinkled her nose, raising the sleeve of her robe so that it covered her face. Absolutely disgusting.
Now where was that stupid familiar of hers? She did tell her to go off and find Ryu but the odds were high that the retarded demon messed up those simple orders. She took a few steps forward but it did not take her long to sense that there was something else in this shithole of a town. Her eyes almost lit up--ah, there was no mistaking it. This was no small-fry spirit. This was a wraith, a beautiful beautiful wraith that would be all hers for the taking...

She clicked her tongue at Janus. "Come dog, there is hunting to be done," She said, a little excitement rushing to her voice as she followed the scent of the creature.

Janus' eyes twitched disdainfully at the insolent welp, following the altered course of her direction. "Just make sure you keep up this time. The faster we get this over and done with, the less I have to deal with you worthless flesh bags."

The exorcist was starting to realize, with a bit of amusement, that he would probably always have a snarky remark ready for her no matter what she said to him. Good, it was always best when they put up a struggle first. "Cute and a welcome relief for us all," She said curtly, narrowing her eyes at his former comment. "Given your height, it's a wonder you can even keep up as it is. So do be sure you're not the one to bite your own words."

"Given my height?" he asked, rolling his eyes incredulously, "Then I'd hate to see you struggle to keep up. Maybe I should get your broomstick for you, your majesty?"

He was feisty, she'd give him that too. She licked her lips as a few devious thoughts came into her mind. She'd have to make good use of that later. She didn't indulge him with a response and just flicked her hair over her shoulder. She was close enough to where the ends of her hair hit him lightly. Virie glanced to the distance, squinting her eyes. It was definitely nearby, now it was just a matter as to where it was hiding.

She was about to dismiss this part of the town entirely when she heard the low rumble of the creature. Ah, there it was, her lovely wraith. Without turning to see if Janus was following her, she picked up the pace and was already taking out her spellbook. Perhaps she'd be able to eat this one if she was careful.


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Sweets. He smelled sweets.

Even with his brief glimpse into this possibility, having it so close by was...

Akira entered into the room with several plates but the one that caught the demon's attention most of all was the one containing pastries. This had always been a peculiar weakness of his--he had never quite been able to figure out exactly what it was about human desserts that made him love them so. Whatever it was, he could barely even contain the enthusiasm he felt as the plate was put down on the center table.

Before the other two could even think about reaching for them, he grabbed one of the pastries quick as a flash and put the delicacy into his mouth. So soft... so airy... and creamy too. Still just the way he remembered. He adored sweets and unfortunately, they were a treat he could not acquire in Inferno. Lucian did not waste any time in snagging all the sweets, one after another. He pushed them into his mouth, unable to contain himself.

It was only when he reached the very last one that he looked up, noticing that the other two were quite literally staring at him. He had, for once, forgotten to pay proper attention. He blinked, a redness coating his cheeks in vague detail as he quietly put the last pastry down. Hm. He would have to be a tad more careful...

He leaned back gradually, crossing one of his legs over the other as he raised en eyebrow. "That was appreciated," His usual monotonous tone was broken by an uncommon smile, very small but still faintly noticeable. He took a breath, releasing it along with his smile.

"The situation in the town square remains, however," He said shortly, bring their attention back to the reason they were together in the first place. Regardless of the fact that he had assisted Akira earlier, there was still a foreign presence they would need to deal with. It would be best to take care of it in the course of the night--the creature would be more difficult to find tomorrow if the sun rose. He pursed his lips, not saying another word as he observed the other two quietly through impassive eyes.

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Tch, the binds didn't hold well at all.

A frown had touched upon his lips as he regarded the exorcist behind him passively. Hm, if they were going to have a chance of winning, he was going to have to draw the heat away from the two of them and have their enemy only focus on him. He lightly stepped in front of Akira again, pushing the exorcist back slightly. He sent a look over his shoulder to signal that he would be taking over temporarily.

The humanoid wraith stayed its distance, watching, observing. So it wanted to play that kind of game, hm? He could play as well.

Lucian's dull eyes turned towards the spirit who was still pressed against the ground with his magics. He'd have to do this just right. He lifted up his palm slightly, releasing some of the gravitational pull on the creature. It wailed in pain but the demon was already used to such noises. (He did reside in Inferno, after all) Manipulating the aura around the spirit, Lucian coaxed it upwards, the spirit spitting and yelping as its body was lifted into the air.

Re-focusing his stare on the wraith, he flicked his wrist to the right--the spirit's body bridging the gap and slamming into the wraith's side. It did not seem to faze it--well, he hadn't been expecting it to. He only needed to grab its attention. With no concern for the howls or sputtered protests of the spirit, the demon continued to use its body as a means of unconventional attack.

He knew better than to apply his magic directly to the entity. He'd have to distract it first and then maybe they would have a shot...


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They had followed the rumble of the creature, Janus having scouted ahead of her silently with his cocky air of superiority. The young witch was little fazed by this in the slightest. She was clearly better than he and whatever things he did to prove her wrong were, in the end, futile attempts. She flicked her hair over her shoulder and narrowed her eyes, left eye flashing scarlet. Where was that little sneak? Truth be told, she had absolutely no intention of sending this being back to Inferno. Reika had yet to turn truly serious which indicated that this wraith could not be overly powerful. Therefore... it was food.

She smirked lightly as they crossed into the deserted town center, moonlight bouncing off the fountain in the centermost area of the plaza. She crossed her arms, frowning distinctly. Now where was that stupid winged idiot? Hiding somewhere, she'd imagine. He was too much of a wimp to face things directly.

"Oi, idiot, we're here to save your sorry ass." She called out, not caring who or what heard her. Honestly, if the wraith approached them first, then it was all for the better. She'd get her hands on it one way or another.

The center of town had a fountain there, water pouring out and glistening in the moonlight. The night was ending soon. Ryu hurdled into the center of the deserted town, his breath short in his chest and Reika still clutched tightly in his fist. At that moment, he hardly cared if she was still breathing or not, so long as the annoying little thing was quiet. Not much annoyed him, but at that moment, he wasn't having a good day.

Behind him, the possessed human came crashing after him, growling inhumanly as it wildly sought to kill him. Ryu spared one glance behind his shoulder to see how close it was before turning back around. Just across the open plaza was Virie and Janus. What luck! A smile spread across his lips as he rounded the fountain and skidded to a halt next to the exorcist.

"Virie! Janus! So glad you're here! It's possessed a human, so there is little I can do with it."

Her smirk grew wide as she regarded him and the witch lifted up her skirts, striding over to Ryu and promptly kicking him down with her heel. "Stay there, useless sack." Her eyes had an amused glint to them as she stepped over him, not paying him a second glance. It was time to feast. She could almost taste it upon her tongue... it made her mouth water. Reika instantly detached herself from the angel, tripping over herself midair as she rushed to cling to the exorcist's hair.

"Mistress! He didn't appreciate my pictures of ass pl--" A single look from her master silenced the youkai who dived deeper into the long violet locks. Stupid creature.

Virie's spellbook hovered before her as the mage delicately skimmed fingers over the cover, the book skimming through several dozen pages before settling on a slightly fringed page. Yes, this would do the trick nicely. She could play off of that... She muttered a verse under her breath, the water in the fountain beginning to distort as it warbled to match her words. The water was forced against its natural flow, arcing upwards and around the marble fountain. The moonlight bounced off it, the ground progressively beginning to pick up moisture as dew and mist began to form.

She didn't want any interruptions and a little bit of fog would do the trick nicely. Already she was flipping the page, not missing a beat as she extended out her palm and delicately leaned forwards to blow air across her fingertips. A small whirlwind began to form and spiralled from her, spinning against the ground as it hurtled towards the creature. Time to see how powerful it really was.

Ryu stared up at Virie in shock. That woman... was definitely ill news. Evil. Completely evil. That was all he could think as she stepped over him and approached the growling creature. He felt his heart clench in his chest as he watched her. She was definitely up to something. Standing, he brushed himself off with a bit of hurt dignity.

"Damn that woman," he cursed, a rare occurance. He lifted his eyes again and found that he'd lost the woman in a fog that was coming off the water next to them. What was she doing!

"Virie! You're supposed to exorcise it! What are you doing?" He called out, fearful for what the answer may be.

The woman didn't bother to answer him and only laughed lightly, her dark chuckle carrying over to him smoothly through the fog.
The wraith cursed at her, the language not quite human and hardly coherent anyway. Its dark eyes narrowed at her as the magic whirled towards it. Lifting its arms, it covered its face as the power engulfed the wraith. A sharp scream filled the air, the witch's magic cutting through it. It was fighting to keep hold of the body that it was inhabiting. For the moment, it was winning, but the wraith had a feeling this woman didn't have just one spell up her sleeve.

Tsk, why was it putting up a fight? This was going to be over fairly shortly. Besides, Janus wasn't a dumbass, unlike her other companion. He was sure to be exploring and scouring the fog. Her spellbook turned to another page, the woman chanting new verses with an eerie light about her. "Hush little baby," She cooed in anything but a comforting voice. The wind spell stopped in an instant but there was no breather, the woman having focused energy within her palm.

A small orb of fire rotated above her skin and it jutted out in several different directions, miniature streams of flame all shooting out towards the wraith. The light was going to cut through the fog but she wanted this over and done with, even if she had to take a bit of a risk.

"Hush little baby, don't say a word~" She cooed again, the nursery rhyme coming off as more demonic than anything else. Reika shivered in the witch's hair--privately, the youkai hated it when her master fought. It was always kind of creepy.

The power of the witches spell engulfed it once more, almost immediately after the wind spell had faded. Her words were chilling, reminding the wraith of something akin to a demon. Was this woman even human? Probably not. Finally, it lost its hold on the human it had been inhabiting. A curdling scream echoed as it was forced out of the woman's form and into the space between the human and the witch.

"I won't go back to hell..." it growled, the shadowy form rippling around with Viries' magic, "You can't make me! I will kill you first!" It screamed then lunged at her, trying to get through her power.

Her smirk widened to its fullest--finally it was out! Now it was time to get to business. The cloak that was wrapped around her body was easily undone, falling to the ground a foot or so away from the exorcist. She pulled off her dress as well, letting that fall behind her and leaving her in a light camisole and garters. She wouldn't want to ruin her clothes, not for what she had planned. An almost savage grin unfurled on her features as she brushed her hair up, putting it into a ponytail. No, she wasn't sweating this.

The wraith lunged at her and the woman made no attempts to dodge it at all. She merely opened her arms wide as if accepting its presence and the entity made contact with her skin. It howled in triumph, as if it truly believed it had gotten through her power. How petty. A sharp laugh escaped from her lips and she wrapped her arms around her torso, still laughing uncontrollably.
Reika spun away from the woman, falling atop the bundle of clothes on the ground. "M-Mistress, isn't that a lot to--"

"Be quiet!" The woman snapped, settling her vivid eyes upon the youkai. The demon yipped and covered her face with her hands, trying to avoid her master's gaze. Still, the smile did not leave her face--she could feel it, the power that this wraith possessed. It was trying to expand itself, fill inside of her. She absolutely loved that feeling, always right before she devoured. It was simply the sweetest.

The laughter abruptly stopped and the woman suddenly froze, bent slightly backwards with her arms outstretched. Her eyes were glassy and unblinking and she could've almost been a statue for how paralyzed she looked. Slowly, very slowly, she began to close her eyes as her teeth gnashed together. Almost, it was close, almost, almost, wait for it...

And there it was, the pulse of energy at her core. Right before the wraith wrapped its clammy little hands around her mind, the woman allowed her spirit energy to pulse inwards. She heard the screams of the creature reverberate in her head but she paid it no mind. Her spirit energy was seeping inside of her body, gradually encompassing around the wraith as it began to gnaw on its essence. Soon it would be a part of her. And then her task would be complete.

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“That’s not how you exorcise a demon,” Janus huffed as he watched the ongoing spectacle. The demon stood in front of them, leaning against a store’s glass display at the far end of the plaza with the clear intention of cutting of any attempt to escape. He looked disdainful as he eyed over the feeding witch, perhaps angry even, but was far more miffed at the fact that his prey had been stolen. If anyone should’ve done the deed, it should’ve been him. Once again his fun had been snatched away moments before he could reach it.

He pushed off and strode over, heedlessly stepping on the victim’s body which still lay in his pathway. “What? Sleeping on the job already?” Janus remarked, exercising his skepticism at Ryu. The angel was in the process of clambering up of the floor, having just been laid out by a surprise delivery from the exorcist. How was he meant to kill any wraith with those abilities?

“Get up you worthless pipsqueak. This isn’t over yet.”

Approaching the statuesque exorcist in his typical manner, casually, Janus waited for any signs of possession. Hell, most demons would’ve probably killed her then and not even bothered with the risk. Just the same however, such an act should not have been mistaken as a gesture of kindness from the demon. Assuming the spirit did take over, he’d get to fight the spirit and tear up the worthless meat bag. A win win scenario in Janus’ books. Such was his amazing capacity for tolerance.

Of course, there was his duty to consider also. If the wraith remained on this world, even if consumed within her, so to would the fissure. On most occasions this would’ve been unacceptable, but once again Janus’ greed won out. From everything he'd observed thus far, the one thing Virie possessed that perhaps rivaled his avarice was ambition. The more fissures he left open, the more prey he had to fight. It was a remarkably useful coincidence overall, and one he planned to exploit until the meat bag inevitably burnt out.

"Still in there witch? Hurry up and die so I can kill both of you," he cooed in a dull tone.

Even Reika had her smart moments. As rare and as short a time that they lasted, these moments did happen. The youkai bounded up, practically throwing herself at Janus' mouth to silence him. "SHHHHHHH. You can't interrupt Mistress!" She wailed, small hands grasping on to his lips to get him to be quiet. And thus the smart moment of Reika ended for the demon began to make absurdly loud yells in her efforts to mute Janus. (By effectively speaking louder than him)

"Be quiet, you insolent demon." A low female voice sounded, though it sounded a little worse for the wear. Absorbing spirits was tiring work. She was going to need a parfait after this. Virie snapped her eyes on the bizarre duo, the male looking far more disgruntled than her own fox demon.

"Sadly for you, it just isn't my time to die yet. But have not a fear," She purred, batting her eyelashes at Janus in an almost maidenly manner. "If I do die, I'll be able to linger around you in Inferno." She wasn't even about to let on Reika's little slip-up, that she was at her most vulnerable during the absorption process. Though there was only a small window of time, if Janus were feeling particularly ambitious, he could upstart the whole process and increase her risks of actual possession. But something told her he wouldn't do that. They'd both be putting on this little charade, pretending to close rifts and exorcise spirits. A little unspoken, mutually beneficial agreement.

Janus sniffed as he plucked Reika away from his lips and flicked the tiny youkai across the plaza. At best the midget was only a minor distraction, hardly worth spending his time on. Her master on the other hand was shaping up to be a different case. Even in her rarer moments of vulnerability it seemed that the exorcist would lose none of her insolence. That was fine also, the more they fought, the more fun there was bound to be had. The question was what sort of challenge could a fragile meat bag possibly provide? Leaning forwards, Janus pocketed his hands before whispering into Virie’s ears.

“Unfortunately for you, there’s a special place in hell reserved for naughty little meat sacks,” he stated, “Limbo.”

He stepped forwards slightly, the initial sounds of his footsteps muffled by her dress as he trampled over it on the way out, probably on purpose. “Shall we report to HQ? I’d rather not waste anymore time in this boring little town,” Janus called over his shoulder, not that he’d wait anyway.

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The smoke cleared but it was far too late for Ryu to do anything. Was Virie... had she absorbed the spirit? What was going on? The archangel was utterly confused, and a feeling a little sick to his stomach as he watched the woman standing there as she finished whatever spell she'd invoked. Reika lunged forward, latching onto Janus who seemed to be curious about the situation as well.

The demon tossed aside the little youkai without so much as a thought and continued walking towards the exorcist. Ryu felt a shiver cross his spine and he shuddered slightly. Something was definitely wrong with that woman and he was beginning to think that he really disliked working with the both of them. How was he supposed to do his job if those two weren't even remotely serious about the situation?

Or maybe... maybe they were a part of it somehow? No, that wasn't right. It didn't make sense. Ryu shook his head slightly and reached up to run his hand through his hair. Even so, he couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss somewhere in the situation he was in. Janus couldn't care less about the angel, nor did it seem that he cared about the exorcist either. Well, that was expected, the man was a demon after all.

However, Ryu had thought that the human woman would have at least had some sense of duty and care to the job given to them. Rather it seemed that she did not. Perhaps she had her own agenda to follow. That seemed to be logical in a sense, though what that was, Ryu had no idea. At the same time, he was beginning to think that perhaps he didn't really want to know.

“Shall we report to HQ? I’d rather not waste anymore time in this boring little town,” Janus shot over his shoulder. Ryu couldn't agree more, though he was pretty sure they were both eager to get back for entirely different reasons.

For a moment he thought to ask Virie what it was she'd done. A bit of curiousity overwhelming him. Even so, his mind told him not to, that he really didn't want to know. She'd done something, that was for sure, but it wasn't exorcising the spirit from the human. He felt his stomach churn a second time and he cleared his throat. Ryu nodded towards Janus, though the man had already turned around.

"Agreed," he answered.

The archangel wanted to ask his commander a few questions about the group he'd been put with. Not that he expected full answers, but maybe things would change along the way. He was hopeful anyway. As he walked past Virie, he gave her one single glance before looking away to follow Janus who was steadily growing farther away. Ryu didn't want to be left behind a second time.

"Hurry, Virie, or he really will leave you," the angel called back, hoping to release the tensions that were between them already. He hardly noticed that his hand was gripping his staff so tightly that the human's hands were growing white at the knuckles. How he wished they were back in Resmyrd already.

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Lucian was met with a bizarre and slightly unexpected sight. His mind had not been on Akira at all, admittedly, or on the status of their little group.

He raised his eyebrows slowly at the sleeping male who was curled up with the cloak he had given him. Honestly. It was like looking at a large baby. His eyebrow twitched as he leaned over the exorcist. He could snatch the cloak back but that would only wake the other and he didn't want to deal with any questions right now. Besides, Akira had to rest to recover from the battle. He needed rest but... his mind was too active to allow that to happen.

There had been something wrong with that whole battle--something... amiss with that situation. The figure, the wraith, they had been fortunate to get out of it as relatively unharmed as they had. His eyebrows furrowed as he sat on the edge of the bed, clasping his hands in front of his mouth as he propped his elbows on his legs. He had to figure out what was happening. But things were so different this time around.

The demon had never been without his sight before, had never felt so... blind. He honestly didn't know how others coped with it, not being able to see into the possible futures. How they stumbled around so aimlessly without a care or thought to what was going to come to pass. And with the compounded fact that even if he used his visions, they might be unreliable... it put him in an awkward fix.

Did that mean his time magic would not be effective at all here? There was no way to test it... not without alerting anyone. He had a feeling that that man, this time around, was in touch with his time manipulation. And he couldn't let it be known that he was doubting his own powers. That was weakness--a weakness he could not afford.

He glanced at the sleeping Akira. The exorcist was still as oblivious as ever, so unknowing, so... tch. There was nothing to be done of the matter. He might as well feign sleep till the other woke up. He could live without it. He laid down in the other bed, closing his eyes as he tried to make sense out of the predicament.

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Oh she saw it alright. The look that stupid wretch of an angel gave her. She grinned maliciously at him and tucked her hair behind her ear. If it weren't for the smile, then maybe she could've been deemed as maidenly. As it stood... she came across more as leering creepily than anything else. That demon was already walking ahead of them, barely glancing over at the duo as he started to begin on their way back to the HQ.

Ryu called back to her but she wasn't paying attention. Anything the whiny winged idiot said she did not have a care for. No. She was more interested in this demon Janus... Much more interested.

He had not said anything at all. But there had been a brief pause, a second, in which their gazes had locked. Janus had known. And his silence was all the affirmation she needed. He wouldn't be getting in her way. After all, she knew about him, she had been watching him since they had first grouped up. He loved the rush of battle and this situation with the rifts... it provided the perfect outlet for him. The perfect outlet for them both.

The only hitch in this little scenario was...

Her eyes swiveled over to the angel and she narrowed them slightly. She had to think of a way to get rid of him. To push him out of their group. There was no need for an angel--they would not be aiming to purge demonic presences anyone or anything. He would only be getting in their way. And if he were with them, then there were the odds he would be reporting back... to his even stupider commander.

She waltzed ahead of the idiot, smirking at him as she passed before falling into pace with Janus. Reika was thankfully distracted by some weed on the ground so she wouldn't be interrupted... at least not immediately.

Virie let her hand brush Janus' arm as she leaned closer to him, settling him with a thoughtful expression. "I have a proposition for you," She began smoothly, her voice silky. "While I do hate you as much as I'm sure you hate me, I feel we may just hate each other a tad less than that idiot back there," She said, tossing her hair over her shoulder.

"When we go back to headquarters... why don't we just leave him there? I have no use for him and he will only slow up my... ambitions. But perhaps if an accident were to... befall him when we reached Resmyrd, there would be no choice but for him to stay behind. And we, of course, as his ever-so-noble companions would carry on in his stead." She smiled back at Ryu, now in a sweet fashion before returning her gaze to Janus.

He was a demon and true to his nature. And if there was one thing demons liked more than making bargains, it was pursuing their own selfish goals.


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Her face was a bright red, cheeks puffed up and eyes squeezed shut with her incoming sobs. She was still frightened, hiccuping and continuing her wails Bad things always happened when there were loud noises. Icky sounds that made her ears hurt! But then, the sun was suddenly destroyed in the sky and terrified, she opened up her eyes wide to see what had caused such a thing to happen. She hadn't tampered with the--oh! The sun hadn't exploded after all.

It was a tall man, a really tall and large man with long red hair. He must've cast a shadow since he was so big--he blocked out the sun's rays! She had thought the chiming noise had been the sun going boom but it had just been bells. She couldn't see any on him though, where was he hiding them? She sniffed, wiping at her eyes as she stared at him.

Hey, kiddo. Pst.” He pressed his finger to her forehead before removing it. With some grandiose hand gestures, the powder he had taken out of his pouch soon disappeared.. only to be replaced by a flower! She stared at it, wide-eyed at the blue petals. How had he made that appear?

“See? Why cry when the world is so beautiful?” She sniffed, not remembering when she had stopped crying. She scrunched up the corners of her dress, dabbing at her eyes as she gazed at the flower he was offering her. With her small hands, she plucked it from his and stared at it, pushing her nose right against the petals to breathe in the smell. She inhaled too quickly and sneezed off to the side, several times in fact.

She sniffled again but smiled as she looked back at the flower, oblivious to her running nose. "Are you a magic man?" She asked, deciding to put the flower behind her ear so it wouldn't get lost. If she kept it in her hands, she might accidentally crush it since she tended to hold on to things tightly. "I like magic, I can do it too!" She said excitedly, reaching into her pocket to take out her globe.

She wasn't a very complicated girl at all and rarely understood the significance of secrecy. So she had absolutely no qualms about showing off her abilities to this strange magic man who could make powder into flowers. She blew over her snowglobe, some bubbles appearing out of the other side and floating over to his face. They popped on contact with his skin and she giggled, blowing again to repeat the process.

Yes, she had completely forgotten the reason she came to Purgatory in the first place.

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"I have a proposition for you," she cooed, brushing up close to the demon. Janus’ green orbs shifted only ever so slightly from their forward position, barely millimeters, to regard the sinister touch of her arms. Whatever he felt, there was barely any indication of it as he continued to stride on emotionless, not caring to break from his strong pace. The battle was already over, why should he bother to entertain her idiotic musings? It was all a waste of air in his opinion. "While I do hate you as much as I'm sure you hate me, I feel we may just hate each other a tad less than that idiot back there."

Her violet hair flickered over her shoulders, seemingly motioning towards the subject of her conversation. Janus didn’t need to turn to understand that she referencing Ryu, the helplessly duty bound angel. For all of his shortcomings, at least the man had the decency not to annoy him. Half-regarding the short witch who insisted on remaining next to his side, Janus could only roll his eyes over.

“Uh huh,” he grumbled, swatting aside her patchwork witches hat like it where a fly. Perhaps he’d hoped that the thing would fly away far enough, taking her with it to rid him of her useless dribble. Not one to be rebuked, she stayed with him and pressed on the topic.

"When we go back to headquarters... why don't we just leave him there? I have no use for him and he will only slow up my... ambitions. But perhaps if an accident were to... befall him when we reached Resmyrd, there would be no choice but for him to stay behind. And we, of course, as his ever-so-noble companions would carry on in his stead."

There she was again. So certain, so shamelessly ambitious. You would’ve never guessed it given her diminutive stature, but he’d witnessed the intense hunger to rise in her eyes. The little meat doll just had yet to realize her place and for a second he contemplated on how best to toy with her. Did she’d honestly believe he’d allow himself to be used by her? To willingly go along with her plans? Sure he liked a fight, but there were plenty of other places to find it. More to the point, regardless of what happened here, and the lack of a closed fissure, there were countless other teams who’d eventually mop up the mess. No, Janus wanted something permanent and far more tangible than whatever Virie had offered. She was just a human, a temporary distraction.

“That’s a good idea,” he replied, creasing his brow with false enthusiasm before malice abruptly entered his tone. Bending over, he whispered into her ear, “Or~ I could just report you to our superiors and watch as you struggle sweetly. Oooh~ Maybe they’ll even give me the honor of killing you.”

Rising up, Janus smirked smartly, “Don’t get ahead of yourself meat bag. You’re just a flash in the dark, and soon, you’ll be nothing human.”

She tightened her hold on his arm ever so slightly. Yes, she had been expecting this from him. Why would be willingly agree to her plans? But she had ways to make him see her end of things. Ways to enforce precisely what she wanted. "Oh, you're cute, Janus, really. Why don't you go on and report me? Sing that the Raymbraint heir is a traitor, hmm?" She settled him with a side-long look. Even a lowlife demon such as him would be familiar with her last name. Her family had that rather flashy heritage as exorcists--most of the time, she disliked it but sometimes it came in handy.

"Your threats mean nothing to me. What could you be reporting that they don't already know? You're right, I can't offer you anything. Except maybe..." She trailed off with a hint of a smirk and retracted her touch just like that. "Oh but, you'd never accept favors from a "meatdoll" even if it were in your favor." She batted her eyelashes at him in fake offense before pulling away completely and striding ahead of him. He was already doing what she wanted anyway.

Her noticeable lack of reaction didn’t go unnoticed by him, producing a small pang of disappointment in the form of a sigh. Contrary to appearances however, he wasn’t entirely disappointed. Had she caved in too easily that wouldn’t have been fun for him either. No, Virie would continue to be the assertive, overconfident meat bag she was, flaunting the name of her family about. Personally, Janus didn’t care for such things. The only people who earned his respect were through demonstrated prowess mixed with a combination of personality (what was the fun of a rigid, stern warrior after all?). Janus ended up shrugging ambiguously, his pale features colored by a crooked smirk as his green eyes narrowed towards her back.

“Squirm. Do what you will, human,” he cooed, “It’s no skin off my back.”

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Character Portrait: Virie Raymbraint Character Portrait: Lucian Faust Character Portrait: Janus Abraxis Character Portrait: Ryu D'Tari Character Portrait: Akira Hikaati Character Portrait: Zilocke Thane Character Portrait: Leiriya Character Portrait: Ilyana Ree
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Well fuck.

Lucian had been positioned on the roof of one of the buildings, having found that to be the prime spot to collect his thoughts. This whole entire trip was a complete headache. His eyebrow twitched as he straightened, a sickening feeling rippling through him for a few seconds. It had been hours since he had left Akira alone in the room and he was more than aware that the exorcist had decided to leave. The man looked a touch nervous as Lucian followed behind him, keeping a set distance. The demon wasn't that interested in pursuing Akira or addressing the previous night.

The two of them progressed through the streets, neither saying a word to the other. He was more than certain the other had caught on to his silence and that must've been primarily why conversation was non-existent. Lucian paused before Akira did, tensing as he sensed something off from a distance. The warning from Akira came late, approximately 6 seconds later than when Lucian had stopped his walk. He heard his name from the man's lips but didn't vocally respond.

The ground collapsed from underneath Akira and Lucian's eyebrows raised slowly as he watched the exorcist descend below him.
.... He was not dealing with that. No. Absolutely not.

He leaned down, catching sight o the hem of Akira's cloak as he fell. Really. This was irritating. Why did he have to deal with this? Wait, he didn't. Not at all. That sickening feeling was rising in his gut but he was going to ignore it this time. He could already feel this was a trap being laid out for him. Even if he did go down after him, he was pretty damn sure that he'd be put in an uncomfortable situation. Either way he was fucked. So why deal with it now when he could be an asshole and ditch the exorcist?

Yep.

He turned on his heel, slipping his hands into his pocket. Hm, how to occupy himself before the enemy got bored and realized that no, the demon was not coming to the party.
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Virie hid her annoyance well. She was a cool woman by nature and always prided herself at being in control during all situations And she most certainly had not let that slip during her little exchange with Janus. But she was annoyed at the demon. How dare he think to question her? He should've merely conceded. But it was never quite that simple, now was it? No, he was just as proud as she, though maybe not as ambitious. She wanted far more than he could ever dream of and she was not some worthless "meat bag" who would let her life pass her by without achieving that which she had set out to do. No, she would push on. And succeed.

He would not stop her. No one would.

There was no talking on the trip back, no exchange of witty banter. She didn't look back at the other two and kept her lead. Reika had caught up to her somewhere during the adventure and had certainly tried to invoke the exorcist in conversation. But Virie was not in the least bit interested and the youkai soon gave up after being shot down several times.The trip back to Resmyrd was uneventful and by the time they saw the city in the distance, Virie was already a nice distance from the other two.

Who cared about reporting at the same time? That stench, that feeling, clearly there were angelic beings here. Ugh. She better make this fast. The first thing on her agenda would be to find Treylion, then she'd have to stomach her disgust long enough to converse with Rai and set her plan into motion. She had no intentions of leaving this city with Ryu; she could just dump him here or (preferably) leave him out to starve and have no direction to go in. He didn't belong and he never did.

She had no desire to actually fulfill her task. She was just going through the simple motions of it. And screw the consequences--she could deal with those later. She had absolutely no worries about what would happen if she were caught. She was certain she could talk her way out of any situation. Hmph.

Reika was already getting fairly excitable and had bounded ahead towards the entranceway to the Order. The exorcist rolled her eyes, clearly and evidently displeased. Ugh. Her mouth twisted into a tight smile as she laid her hands on the doors and pushed them open. She struggled a bit, the doors were several times larger than herself but she didn't let it hinder her progress. Janus was probably vying for an opportunity to get under her skin after their little discussion earlier. Bastard.

As she entered the hall, she heard a variety of excited voices and grimaced, eyebrows furrowing. Time to get this over with.


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She was happy! The crumbs from the biscuits were already coating her lap completely and the small angel ate contently. She glanced over at Zee, who had taken the seat not far from her. She smiled at him, widely at that, some food bits accidentally falling from her mouth. Oops! She forgot not to grin when she was chewing. It always made such a large large mess. Oopsie! She laughed and stuffed another biscuit into her mouth with her tiny hands, scattering more of the food all over the place.

Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted Zee walking to the door, huh? Were there people there? She paused in her eating, biscuit halfway to her mouth and another clump in her hand. There was a weird lady there, she could see her from behind the tall magic man. But her friend seemed at ease! He just plopped down next to her--Ilyana couldn't really hear what he told her all that well. All she knew was that this lady was kind of scary so she wasn't going to want to sit in her lap any time soon. Plus, that lady didn't look like she liked diapers! Which were awesome.

She took her large plate and slid off her chair, waddling slightly over to Zee before hoisting herself on to his lap with some difficulty. She squished as she sat and relaxed a little when she noticed that Rai Rai was not far behind the blindfolded woman. He let himself into the room smoothly, moving around the group with a slight nod to everyone.

"Ilyana," He began, addressing the small child. "Why don't you go into the other room and play? I will need a moment with the magic man and the woman." She wrinkled her nose at him, she didn't like being excluded!

"But Rai Rai! I wanna be in the play date too!" She protested, spraying crumbs on to the ground.in front of her. Rai smiled softly and shook his head gently.

"Not now, Ilyana. Go into the other room and I promise someone will be along to play in a bit." She puffed up her cheeks, gazing up at Zee for support. It wasn't that he ignored her but he did seem focused as well... She poutily huffed, grabbing the entire plate of sweets off the table and sliding off his lap with a plop as she landed on the floor. She didn't really understand what was going on any way and it seemed too serious for her.

The small angel let herself out of the room, proudly carrying the entire tray of desserts in front of her. Mm, yum yum! At least she could have a treat! Her displeasure forgotten, she continued along with her sweets, rounding the corner to the room Rai Rai had gestured to faintly.

"Oi wench." She stopped--who said that? She looked around with wide eyes, swallowing the biscuit she was chewing on with a large gulp. "Over here, wench." There was that word again! But she had no idea what it meant! Ilyana caught sight of a woman with violet hair, a pair of magenta eyes glowering at her from up above. The angel was confused and furrowed her brows.

"What's a wench?" She asked, the woman only rolling her eyes in response.

"Where is Treylion?" The tone was curt, a contrast to the zooming fox gliding along in the air.

"Um... you mean the scary bad man?" That was all she knew about him! He and Rai Rai sometimes met up but Ilyana knew nothing about any of that... She only knew that she was scared of him! "I haven't seen him, he's mean! But Rai Rai was in there." She pointed behind her, fingertips coated with pastry cream. The woman noticed this and wrinkled her nose in disgust, not even saying anything as she walked around the child. Ilyana stood alone in the hallway for a few seconds more before her nose began to feel stuffy. What had she done? Why had that woman been so mean to her too? It made her... really.... really sad!

And with that revelation, she started to sob again, dumping all her sweets on the ground as she bawled.