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Assaciel

The Angel

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a character in “The Promise Made”, originally authored by Himekura, as played by Angel-Chii

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Seraphim Angel, Assaciel
Age: Ageless
Gender: Genderless
Origin: Heaven
Species: Celestial

Vessel: Human Female adolescent named Lyra Kingsleigh
Current Mission: Assisting the Nephil, Dean Esparda in protecting Isabella Lombardi
Working with: The Archangel, Gabriel

So begins...

Assaciel's Story

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Character Portrait: Dean Salvatore Character Portrait: Katerina Character Portrait: Isabella Lombardi Character Portrait: Michael LeVian Character Portrait: Selene Morrigan Character Portrait: Veratos H. Character Portrait: Assaciel
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The angel expected that reaction from Isabella so she wasn't much bothered by it, at her question which was also another thing that she anticipated, Assaciel frankly responded, "Lyra's soul is in Heaven. All I did was answer her prayer, she wanted this Isabella." Even if she could explain her reasons it would do nothing to console the girl, she had lost a dear friend, and there was absolutely nothing in the world the angel could do to make anything better for her. Sensing the others around her react at her arrival, Assaciel remained still, not making any sudden movements so as not to cause unnecessary fright about her. She came in peace as clichéd as that sounded, and was only present to aid -nothing more. She switched her gaze to the next face that called to her, this one a huntress, Selene. She too was interested in the human girl's status, "You all need to understand this, Lyra has given me consent to serve as a vessel. I'm here because God commanded it, and I will follow through with my orders, there is a great war coming and it must be apprehended, which means Isabella must be kept away from those who wish to use her for power," the angel's eyes surveyed the bunch that had collected around her, as of now it appeared that none of these people would be prepared for the great danger that the Lombardi girl would face had she been attacked now. Perhaps the hunter would be, but she could also see that they had yet to form a tight unit, or even a plan of action. Good thing she dropped in.

Michael petted the top of Isabella's head, finding consolation rather natural on his part, he would try to soothe the distraught Italian girl but this was a pain much worse for her than anything yet, and he could tell that there would be much more to come. Glancing at Selene, he whispered further clarification, "That's not Lyra anymore, Assaciel is riding inside her now, and that means it's really getting serious. Not a simple case anymore love," he eyed the auburn haired girl curiously, this would also be his first at witnessing an angel full on. He couldn't say he would enjoy this much. angels and vampires weren't exactly BFFs after all, it would be tough, but they were all on the same team so maybe it wouldn't be so bad.

"So that's it, Lyra's soul is in Heaven, she's dead now?" Michael asked Assaciel, just to be on the sure side, a question he was positive Isabella would want answered as well.

Assaciel stared at the vampire, her face unfazed by the creature's presence what so ever, at his query she took no longer than a heartbeat to say,"That depends on many factors, but most importantly if Lyra decides she wants to return when all this is over."

"So she's not dead then, just sitting it out in cloud 9? And why her of all people?"

"Correct. And finding a vessel durable enough to contain me --it's not easy. Now, tell me your status." This time she was directing this to the hunter Dean, who just like her was of celestial blood, but not so heavenly. She had heard of him amongst the angels, of his father who like no other had defied expectations and twisted his role of a demon into those of a hero, siding for the sake of humanity over destruction and chaos. It was why, she was more than happy to assist them in this cause, save the world, save its people.

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Dean stared at the girl now revealed to be an angel, he couldn't believe it. One second ago she was "testing" her faith and then suddenly a big flash and now she's an angel? Was that even possible? Well he had seen demon possessions, so who was he kidding? But an angel-possession? Really? It had to be something else because it all just sounded ridiculous to his ears.

"Look, pal I'm not buying a thing you're selling. So who are you, really? A demon?"

"You can't shoot her, you'll be shooting Lyra too Dean," Veratos warned him, gripping at his hand as she caught him reaching instinctively for the weapon.

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"I told you. I'm here to rescue both you and Isabella."

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"Right and why would someone, especially an angel want to rescue me?"

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"Good things do happen."

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Dean scoffed, "Not in my experience."

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Assaciel's head fell into a slight tilt, he wasn't like most people, interesting.

"What's the matter? You don't think you deserve to live?"

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She had touched a nerve, he asked forcefully, "Why'd you do this?"

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"Because we have work for you."

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"Well this is so interesting and all, but we should really get going now, sun's coming up." Aleksei said, appearing again as himself, he looked at the angel and nodded to her in greeting. "Thanks for coming over Assaciel, we could use your help." He had his fare share of angels before so none of this was new to him.

Dean asked, "What kind of work?" he ignored the pure blood already used to the vampire popping up randomly.

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Character Portrait: Dean Salvatore Character Portrait: Aleksei Avalon Character Portrait: Isabella Lombardi Character Portrait: Michael LeVian Character Portrait: Selene Morrigan Character Portrait: Veratos H. Character Portrait: Assaciel
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"That will be discussed when we're within much safer ground, as of now, you're all vulnerable." Assaciel replied to the hunter, then to the vampire she acknowledged him with a glance, "Is there a safe place that I can transport you all to?" She was speaking to the entire group now.

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Character Portrait: Dean Salvatore Character Portrait: Aleksei Avalon Character Portrait: Katerina Character Portrait: Isabella Lombardi Character Portrait: Michael LeVian Character Portrait: Selene Morrigan Character Portrait: Veratos H. Character Portrait: Assaciel
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By transport she meant teleport, herself and them all through time and space to another location, she could cover great distances in a matter of seconds. So no airport would be required for when the time came to go to Italy. Aleksei could not help but ponder whether that was a good thing or a bad thing in their case. "Yes, my home, it's safe there, I've already prepared the place for Isabella's stay. We can discuss this there." He provided, reaching the angel then turning to the others to clarify a few things. "Isabella you have nothing to fear, your friend is safe as long as the angel is here, she won't let anything happen to Lyra's body I can promise you that. I know it's a bit much to take, but remember it's what Lyra wanted too. She wanted to help you, not hinder you with worries, Salvatore was right, having her involved would only have put her in risk at the long haul. As you can see now, that changed the instant Assaciel took over, not all hope is lost. You will see Lyra again soon."

Dean crossed his arms but said nothing more of the matter, Aleksei was right for once, the hunter had no arguements against him. Now that Lyra was just a meat suit for a powerful angel, she wasn't as vulnerable any more and more of a necessity on their team than just another person he had to protect, along with Isabella. It was at this moment that he was seeing what Isabella had meant, they all needed to work together and rely on the power of a group in order to make it.

But what haunted him was the thoughts formulating in his mind, No world is without sacrifices, and it works both ways, if we produce casualties, we're likely to sustain casualties of our own. This won't be an easy fight, but I'll go down swingin' all the way. But it kills me to even think that we might not all come out of this in one piece. Because I know deep down that we won't. he frowned as he nodded back at the vampire and stepped closer, seeing Veratos take his hand and reach out to grab at Aleksei's offered one so that they could all form a link, he turned to take Isabella's although with her breaking down, he didn't think she would even want him to touch her so he placed a hand over Selene's shoulder. The vampire held Isabella, and she in turn was in contact with Michael.

He would give Assaciel a chance, but as soon as she showed even the slightest hint of betrayal, he would cast her out and send her packing right back to the attic upstairs if he had to. If there was something he couldn't stand, was bastards pretending to be people they weren't and hurting those he cared about. Maybe they were all sorta strangers and haven't known each other very long, but the hunter was already feeling like they were family and when it came to family he took that very seriously.

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(Since apparently we are no longer in the forest, I'm just gonna leave it as Sable, cool?)

At the words, "Lyra's soul is in Heaven," everything around Isabella began to spin. A shrill ringing resounded in her ears, drowning out the conversations between her friends and the angel. Even her eyes had glossed over, and her body became rigid, as though she were suffering from shock. Everyone she had ever known and loved- literally, everyone- was gone. As Aleksei grasped her shoulders and attempted to explain the status of her friend to Isabella, she could hear nothing above the sound in her mind, only see his lips moving in slow motion, though she did not look at him directly.

Selene's eyes flared red again at the pounding of Isabella's heardbeat so close to her. It was in a panic, and pumping blood crazily to her system that was gradually shutting down. She looked to Aleksei for help, since she knew the little Italian wanted nothing to do with Dean in her moment of despair. Endless tears poured from her eyes, though she no longer made any noise as they reappeared in Aleksei's living room. Through her peripherals she recognized the setting, and was the first to rise and walk away from the others toward the courtyard where his elaborate garden waited.

She disappeared into the corridor and finally outside, where she stood at the ledge of the balcony and gazed despairingly into the darkness that engulfed the primly manicured field of wildflowers and greenery. Alone at last, she let out the deepest sob that had been aching to come out of her since her father had been killed. She leaned against the railing for support, her knees no longer able to carry her, and wept bitterly.

Selene watched the girl as she left, then rose and turned to the others, joining them in seating themselves in the parlor to address the arrival of the angel. There was nothing either of them could do to console the only human among them.

"This is getting worse," she said softly. "What do we do now?"

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Assaciel shifted her gaze around the room, for the moment she could determine from the many servant vampires around them, coming and going at the ancestor's arrival, that Isabella would be safe here. At the Italian girl's retreat the angel followed her with her eyes until she left thrpugh the door way. Her mourning was also something she had known would come. It was best to leave her alone at a time like this. Returning her attention to the group, she caught Selene's words.

"What we do is plan ahead. But at the moment you all could use a good rest. It's been a long day. Let her rest as well, it won't be easy mean while I'm going to find the rogue angels Azera and Zeriel. They've become a problem. I will return as soon as possible. If you need me all you have to do is call my name and I will return."

Michael looked at Selene then to the angel as she informed him she was leaving. "So what about this plan we're supposed to discuss pertaining to Isabella's case?" He asked.

The angel stared at him pointedly, "Isabella needs to be comforted, and as of now she's safe here. That can be discussed later. The vampires are planning to revolt but before they do that they want Isabella. They need her first. As long as we have her within this safe zone she is protected."

The sound of rustling wings could be heard and she instantly disappeared from the room.

Michael looked surprised for a moment then he approached Selene and touched her shoulder and hugged her gently. "It'll all be fine I promise ma petite." he whispered to her soothingly.

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((Himekura has given me permission to play around with her characters Azera and Zekiel. Hope I can portray them as well.))


Assaciel appeared in what could be an abandoned factory, there she had summoned with her both Azera and Zekiel. They were surprised to have been summoned so soon after they'd been kicked out of Heaven.

"You two were apart of my Garrison, and now you're both just lost. You've become their informants, not a good job to put on your resume, what do you both have to say for yourselves?" Assaciel asked, looking from one to the other, her gaze slightly frustrated.

Angels operate in garrisons, which are units or divisions in The Host of Heaven. Angels collectively contribute to the affairs and take part in activities assigned to their garrison. Every angelic group has its own leaders and supervisors that are separate from Archangels. Assaciel was the direct superior to both Azera and Zekiel, and a host of other angels back in Heaven. However, ever since they relinquished their grace and fallen to Earth, she had decided to remove them from her division. At present it wasn't too late for them to regain their grace, if they wanted and she believed that they might be able to. Though accepting them back into her Garrison was a different factor altogether.

"I was sent here to remove any liabilities that would contribute to Lombardi's capture. You both have shown me that not only are you both culpable if they come after her now, but that I have no choice but to stop you two," she extended her hand, the silver, lustrous angel sword she wielded flared out, lethal and glowing, "as unfortunate as it is your lives will cease on this earth now!"

They all fought at extreme speeds, looking more like beams of light as they flashed around the room, clangs resonated as their swords met and for a while it seemed like the fight would last forever. Until Zekiel was stabbed in the chest by Assaciel's sword and his vessel's eyes and mouth flashed a bright light before fading and the body fell to the floor.

Azera appeared above, her wings open and her eyes glaring down at the angel, "You're too late anyways Assaciel, we've already told them where Isabella is and of her meeting the Nephilim."

"My question is, why?" Assaciel asked, standing, she eyed her suspiciously, planning to take her out as well, as soon as she saw an opening.

"Because we really don't care about this war, how many wars have we fought in Heaven? Many, this world is already falling apart on its own, I want a new beginning, I don't care who starts it, the demons, vampires, even us, it's a free-for-all!" she yelled, gesturing with her arms about them, "you're become God's little soldier, and where is he huh? When was the last time you've seen him? We get our orders from Seraphs or Arc Angels, when was the last time you heard his voice?"

Assaciel's eyes narrowed, just what was she getting at? "Are you trying to say the Lord has abandoned us?"

Azera nodded, "You're getting it Assaciel, that's exactly what I'm saying. Our great God has turned his back on us all, why else do you think they're all battling up there for? Think about it."

That made her hesitate, the thought itself of the one she worshiped most, forsaking them? Could that be why he'd been missing for the past few decades? It couldn't be true. It just couldn't!

It was that moment of distraction Azera was counting on, enough for her to make her escape. She left Assaciel floored.


^-^

Michael glanced out the windows as the rays of sunlight stretched across the horizon, turning away from the windows he walked about. There had been times before that he had visited Avalon Manor, but never had the pureblood actually allowed him free reign of the place, and this he was most excited about. Though he would await his beloved Selene before he embarked on the journey of this extravagant estate.

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"Assaciel," came a deep, regal voice from behind the angel.

Attached to the sound akin to a peal of thunder was a chiseled, masculine face of the arch angel Gabriel, appearing as though it had been immaculately cut from fine polished marble. He had eyes the color of sparkling emerald, with curly locks of earth brown. On his handsome features was a countenance that was quite grave, a stark contrast to the usual softness that was custom of a seraphim, and he gazed upon the female with a slight frown.

A hand rested on a golden double edged sword, whose handle was the bodice of a huge lion, and from which the blade protruded from its violent gaping jaws. He wore a breastplate of platinum with the same lion engraved upon its chest; held by his free hand was his helmet of pure gold, carved with intricate scriptures written in the sacred language of the angels. His enormous ivory wings were folded against his back, which also carried a shield of silver and brandished with bronze.

"I come with terrible news."

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Assaciel was just about to disappear in search for the Nephilim, to be sure that he was doing what he was supposed to, but just before she could teleport out, a deep and powerful voiced callled her name. Turning back to see the male vessel Archangel Gabriel inhabited in order to manifest on this earth, equiped with the weapons bestowed upon him from Heaven, and his helmet inscribed with the Enochian words that was customary to their language, her eyes widened slightly, she had never expected him to appear. Immidiately she knew something was amiss, after all, Archangels are fierce, they're absolute, they're Heaven's most terrifying weapon, and Gabriel, God's greatest messenger, was one of them. Here, to warn her, about something that by the look in his expression, was grave.

Squaring her shoulders like the brave angel she was, she turned to fully face him, "What is it Gabriel?" she asked, her tone soft and respectful. Whatever is was she was sure it would be left up to her to decide on her next move, or perhaps a new order he was to place on her. She would do anything the Lord wished, anything at all, may it be calamitous or not. It was her purpose, to serve, simple as that.

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Gabriel stepped forward, every footstep causing the earth to tremor beneath him. He stood directly before Assaciel, towering over the angel, his features fierce and stoic, though clearly perplexed. A sigh escaped through his nostrils as he studied her for a moment before bearing his news.

"The Italians have taken the soul of Maria," he began, his voice like a roaring tidal wave. "With the aide of one of our own, they have managed to break the threshold between Heaven and earth. They are preparing for the sacrifice."

He looked down at the handle of his blade and gripped it. His jaw was clenched, and the outline of a vein protruded from his neck, clearly angered. His wings spread and contracted quickly, eliciting a loud whooshing noise and a gust so forceful it could have blown an oak tree over.

"The high priestess of the Roman pureblood empire has grown exceedingly more powerful," he continued. "It is crucial that the Italians are stopped, and quickly. Every day we waste, they multiply in strength."

He paused for a moment before bringing his bright eyes to meet her gaze. They held it for several seconds, unwavering in their ferocity and regality.

"God has grown furious. The threat on His favorite daughter is stirring His rage. He asks that you give this to the Nephilim boy-" Gabriel unlatched a satchel from his iron girdle and handed it to Assaciel. "It is a gift from his mother, and blessed by the breath of God Himself. He must first learn to control the part of him that is a demon to utilize it."

Although it may have looked like a simple dagger, once the weapon was wielded by its intended owner, it would grow to be long, double-edged and buzzing with heavenly power. The handle was the body of a phoenix, with wide spread wings and a tail of brandished bronze to appear like fire. In the center of the bird was a jewel- a crystallized tear from his mother's eyes, which would glow when held in the boy's hands.

"Know you have a comrade in me," Gabriel concluded. "If ever you need aide in battle, call for me. Now go, Assaciel- it is imperative that you locate the Italian empire and strike them immediately. Prepare the girl for warfare; her time to fulfill the prophecy is coming sooner than you all can fathom."

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"Do you believe that the events to come are meant to be Gabriel? Perhaps Fate has decided the outcome herself, and no matter what measures we take to absolve that matter, what will happen, happen..." Assaciel spoke softly, her eyes riveted on the angel that commanded her. She reached a slender hand, taking the object of greatest power to be passed on to the Nephilim child. There was some weight to it, and she could only guess what could be inside, though was pretty sure it had to be a Heavenly weapon no doubt. Acknowledging his warning, she told him with a look that this matter she would personally solve. Vampires were irritating creatures, and could be obliterated instantly.

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Assaciel appeared behind the nephilim, another tragedy it seemed rocked the boy, she sensed the vibrations of the Reaper still in the air long after it had gone. Leveling her penetrating amber eyes at the "chosen one" she spoke to him quite frankly, "Dean Winchester, I know this is a bad time, especially in what happened to James, but I come with an urgent message that you must know." She informed him, trying to keep on track with the current situation. It gave her a sense of hope and equally promise to see that Isabella was at his side, lying on a bed in a room that was crafted especially for her by the pureblood vampire away in France.

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"You're asking me to hide her from every angel in creation, with Enochian sigils I assume. You know that she'll also be hidden from you and I right?" she questioned him, not surprised that he would know about that, being what he was. At this point she could detect his desperation to protect the human girl, even going at any means necessary to accomplish this. Something had changed in him, she was now made aware of it by his serious reaction to his encountering Death's assistant. He need not say a word, Assaciel could see it in his eyes, he's seen and done so much, with only more to come. Knowing that he wouldn't change his mind of this, she continued toward the girl, she knew what this would mean not only for Isabella Lombardi, but for those whom seeked her for their own malicious intent. It would blind the angels from instantly locating her, that meant the Italian vampires wouldn't be able to rely in them on that aspect of their power anymore. The hunter was a clever one indeed. Once she reached the bed where the girl lay she rose her hands to touch Isabella's forehead and another atop her chest she told the girl all would be well. What she was about to do took a small amount of time, the girl would be put into a coma-like state before the angel begins the process, then a light would emit from her hands which would move to hover above the other's chest, the light would flow within her body and on her entire rib cage, intricate and beautiful Enochian sigils would appear on her bones as if God himself had tattooed them with his hand. She would feel slightly pained upon awakening but not so much to stir concern. A small dull pain that in a while would fade and soon be forgotten.

And like that Isabella Lombardi's spiritul pressence and aura would vanish. As if she'd never existed at all.

"Dean what I have to tell you won't please you. But by the looks of it I think you might have an idea of what it is."

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{Not sure what to do here, so I'm wingin' it... let me know if I'm way off, and I'll fix it accordingly. Also Hime, I may be introducing the Italians soon... could you possibly create a place for them? Preferably the Vatican City and Rome, or just Italy, and I could include the location in bold or italics when I post, but that's up to you.}

[I made some revisions and edits where applicable,(Crossed out the mistakes and "bolded" the add-ins) hope you don't mind, for the sake of moving it forwards I guess. I worked around what you had already posted St. Valentine. If you don't agree with it, you can always change it, erase it, etc. It is your post after all. ^_^/]

-Himekura




"What are you doing?" Isabella asked shakily as Assaciel's hands hovered above her. "No, don't..."

She grabbed one of the angel's hands in attempt to stop her, but an electric shock caused her to recoil. Assaciel reassured the young Italian that all would be well, but it did absolutely nothing to ease her apprehension. Isabella knew little of the spiritual aspect of things; she only knew what she had been taught in her Catholic church growing up, and even still, she was aware that probably had nothing to do with what was happening now.

Her topaz eyes shifted to Dean, who looked so incredibly pained and concerned that Isabella grew anxious. She reached out to grab him, but a glow started in the angel's hands, and suddenly she felt her body go numb. She seemed to lose control of her mobility, and she watched as her arms fell to her sides. The world was spiraling around her, and like black ink spilling over a colorful painting, she began to succumb to a dreamy, sleep-like state.

She winced at the pain of the writings that materialized on her side, and after that, there was a momentary lapse in time. All she knew was darkness; she was not here nor there. She lost all of her senses- no sight, no sound, taste or touch. And then a light broke through the nothingness, as though she had just opened her eyes again after having been asleep for a very long time. She could see Assaciel and Dean, watching her intently. When she turned around she saw her body, still and unmoving on the bed like an empty shell.

"Assaciel?" she said softly, but the angel did not respond. "Dean, what's going on?" She winced at the pain of the writings that had been carved onto her ribs, she would be feeling it for a while.

When the Nephilim made no sound, she turned around and waved in his face, but he didn't appear to even notice. That's when she felt her heart sink. Were she capable, tears would have welled up in her eyes, but instead she only felt a heavy sorrow. She reached out and placed a hand on Dean's cheek, becoming more downcast when she realized that she could not feel the warmth of his flesh on her fingers.

She turned around to inspect her motionless shell of a body, but to her surprise, it began to wake up. She flinched at the sight, feeling foreign to herself, as though someone else had possessed her. But when the soul-less figure opened its eyes, they were dull and void of emotion; her face was robbed of its vitality, replaced instead by a haunting coldness, as such was expected by a body with no spirit. It said nothing, simply stared at the ceiling like a puppet waiting for its master to pull the strings.

It was a disturbing sight, knowing she had no control over her own body, and then she was trapped in a world between life and something else- kind of like a purgatory. She turned to look at Aleksei, wondering why he hadn't intervened on her behalf like he usually would.


"What have you done?" Selene asked, studying the girl curiously. "Isabella, are you okay?"

The shell Isabella turned and looked at Selene, knowing she had been asked a question, but not appearing to actually acknowledge who she was. There was no familiarity in her eyes; nothing to indicate that the actual Isabella, who carried memories and emotions and associated them with the different people in her life, was there anymore.

"Yes, I... think so," she replied, her chest sore. the shell replied, her voice monotonous.

Then she was silent.

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"Sorry, this was all I could think of to help you." Dean tried to explain, watching her as she sat up and reacted to the angel's touch. Which put a whole new meaning to it. Bringing his fingers to touch the bottom of her chin, he slightly tilted her head up to meet her eyes, he made a face at her slight frown, it was pretty amusing to him at the moment. She looked cute. "You'll be alright Isabella, just gotta take it easy for a while-"

Selene was there, rushing in like a doctor having been hailed down from across the hospital wing to the E.R., she demanded to know what the two had done to Isabella, alarm clear in her features. A sure sign that she also cared for the safety of her as much as he did and for that he appreciated her company even more. Turning his gaze to the huntress, the tips of his mouth would tilt up, that crooked rare smile flashing again, "We hid her, that's what... and I know it's working..." he returned his gaze to Isabella, "because I can't feel your aura anymore. It's like you're not even in the room. It's a permanent affect. Glad I thought of it... should have done it before though." he muttered thoughtfully, the heat in his body burning up, as a reminder that they were incredibly close. Too close. Lowering his hand away from her, the nephilim moved towards the wardrobe in search of a luggage bag. "We should get going now, they may have already figured out where we are, so pack your stuff Isabella. It's road trip time!"

Whatever Assaciel wanted to tell him, it could wait. For now, he just wanted far from this town, as far as possible, best to lay low for a while, he was sure the others would agree.

Aleksei and Mina appeared a while after, observing curiously as Dean walked across the room, carrying a suit case, and handing it to Isabella for her to pack what she needed.

"So you think it's alright to just whisk her out of here Salvatore?" Aleksei asked, not exactly in favor of the move, and here he was beginning to enjoy the company of Isabella's presence. The only real human in the Avalon manor.

Dean hesitated at the door, his heart pounding and face pale as death, but choosing to ignore it he waved the pureblood off, "Yeah, ain't it obvious? The Italian vampires know you're likely to try and keep her safe here in this giant mouse trap. This is the first place they'll come looking for her," then he approached the pureblood with an open palm, "keys?"

"I'll return you your keys, but don't forget it was that reason I hired you for, and why can't I sense her anymore?" Aleksei was saying referring to Isabella, whilst handing over the keys to the Impala at Dean.

"Uh, cute story, ask the nerd angel, she'll fill you in, as for the whole locating deal I'll give her and Assaciel burner cells, they can always keep in touch." He took his keys.

Aleksei nodded understanding, so the hunter was learning well, staying one step ahead of the enemy. "But she's not leaving, Salvatore do you understand that? I say if she can go or not, you have no right to decide that."

"Of course, daddy knows best," Dean replied with a snarky grin, shrugging he slipped his keys into his pocket and turned away, "I'm going on patrol." He announced as he left the room.

Mina watched him disappear down the hall, she would then nudge her fiance and shake her head pitifully. Something told her that things were only going to get worse for the hunter.

Standing outside, near a window that looked into the living room, Dean finally looked into his satchel to discover a beautiful heavenly weapon, a dagger. Inspecting it, he was amazed that the object attracted to him like a magnet, similar to the pull he'd feel toward his demonic weapons -but this one felt stronger, almost natural. He knew never to judge a book by its cover, and also knew that this wasn't just an ordinary dagger, it was crafted just for his use and for that he couldn't wait to test it. For the moment he kept it on a belt loop, and it actually looked cool there. Suddenly a ringing filled the back-ground noise, it was faint, and it came from his Impala. He followed the source, into his car which was parked right up front of the Avalon manor. Getting in, he opened the glove compartment, within were piles of cellular phones, but only one of them were receiving a call. Finding the one, a basic, black cell, he pressed the answer key without checking the I.D. and listened, "Dean, it's Vera, I just iced the pureblood that had been turning people. I'm reporting it to Hunter H.Q. this is really getting bad. I think we should just stow Isabella where she can be safe for a couple of hours and go after them."

"Speaking of, noticed anything?"
"I can't sense her at all."
"Enochian Sigils."
"Yeah, no kidding."

"I can't do that, I can't just go over and kill 'em yet. The Association would kill for that, they protect the purebloods, even the ones that aren't from here. The vampires that had flocked over here were dealt with. The Association aren't exactly in favor of us hunters killing their precious purebloods for no reason. They would want proof that the Italian vampires are corrupt. I'm not dealing with that." He kept his eyes on the movements of staff and other vampires that worked for Aleksei about him, he also noticed a few familiar faces, a few hunters were scattered about the property, they too must have been hired as security for Avalon. Not bad.

He could here the huntress sigh deeply on the end of the line, "Okay. Because we've killed for a lot less, and you know how these things turn out for us. Even if they haven't made a move yet, we should still strike. They've sent their little soldiers after us, they tried to get Isabella any way they can. Dean, don't tell me you're sitting this out."
"I'm not, just thinking..."
"Thinking... Thinking what?"
"If they have angels working for them, then I don't think we'd have a rat's chance at ganking them. Not with a bunch of them all at once..."


There was a pause of silence, as if the huntress were going over that statement, she supplied, "We use Enochian angel-warding symbols for that."

"Won't it... Never mind... I'll figure something out."
"So you all decide to be sitting ducks for them?"

"I have no say, I'm just a body guard."
"Hmm," he could hear the smile, "you're much more than that."
"Whatever."
"See you when I see you." Was her fare well, "Oh and Dean, don't scratch at the walls."

Then the line went dead.

Taking two cells he walked out of the car after locking it, he would then return to his post, set each cell up with the numbers both Isabella and Assaciel would need to contact each other and him, then hold on to them until he saw them again. For now he would remain alert. Always for her.

Shortly after, Aleksei and Mina decide they want tea, and they urged Isabella to join them and extend the invite to Michael and Selene, in which they would all have this tea in the living room. As long as the hunters were patrolling the manor, all would indeed be okay. Returning to the living room, the vampires settled into their seats, and the maids went about serving tea in tiny China wear to them.

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Character Portrait: Dean Salvatore Character Portrait: Aleksei Avalon Character Portrait: Isabella Lombardi Character Portrait: Michael LeVian Character Portrait: Selene Morrigan Character Portrait: Mina Avalon Character Portrait: Assaciel
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Spotting his love race down the foyer and straight upstairs, Michael had followed after her, only to walk in on the angel and the hunter looking down on Isabella. What had happened? What had they done to her? The spiritual essence that had weaved about the Italian girl had dissipated from the room, like smoke. It was as if she'd disappeared, and yet she was still there. Awakening, she looked from the angel to the hunter, asking questions, even Selene demanded to know just what had occurred.

"I carved Enochian Sigils onto Isabella Lombardi's rib cage, it's a form of protection, to conceal her from the angels that's all. She will no longer be haunted by them or any demons, I could see that was the main problem from the start." Assaciel explained quite calmly despite the tense atmosphere.

"So she'll be alright then?"

"Of course. And now I must take my leave. There is another matter I must attend to."


The sound of feathers could be heard, just before the angel vanished.

Michael sighed, Dean had informed them all that he was going on patrol, and things were slowly shifting back to normal. At least this was what the vampire was hoping for. Glancing over at Selene, he offered her his best smile, and then gently took her hand, massaging it tenderly, he leaned forwards, to rest his chin on her shoulder, "all is well ma petite, they are simply extending their protection over Mlle, Isabella. That is her resolve." He tried to console her nerves further, massaging her shoulder a little with another hand, "shall we go and take a tore of this grand place, I've been waiting for you all day."

At the invite he brightened, he loved Avalon's tea, he nodded toward Selene, "I don't think you've ever had his tea, it's Heaven-sent."

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Character Portrait: Dean Salvatore Character Portrait: Aleksei Avalon Character Portrait: Isabella Lombardi Character Portrait: Michael LeVian Character Portrait: Selene Morrigan Character Portrait: Mina Avalon Character Portrait: Assaciel Character Portrait: Raphael
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Michael placed his cup of tea on the coffee table, and was just about to follow Selene out when he heard the pureblood founder ask Isabella just what her take on the situation was, while also expressing his fear of loosing her to a lost cause. Watching her for a moment, then glanced outside at sensing the hunter's apprehension. Sticking himself half way out the window, the vampire looked around, seeing nothing else but the other hunters keeping watch, he shrugged, then saw Dean, still as a statue, keeping guard like a knight.

"Have some tea, don't just keep standing there," Michael smiled cheerfully and beckoned the hunter encouragingly with a gesture.

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Assaciel found herself among enemies, not uncommon for the angel. What was uncommon was that the "enemy" was once a great comrade, someone she thought she could confide in. So much for that. Inspecting the circle of flames around her, she wondered where the angel had acquired the Holy Oil used to trap her, such a rare substance. The last place she knew were to get it was somewhere in Jerusalem. As it was, the ignited oil's flames trapped her within its circumference, it also worked for Arcangels. She knew well what this meant. Behind the man in the suit, men stood, soldiers to him, some in casual wear, others not so much. But they weren't human, at least not in that sense, they served as vessels too, the one leading them, was a male angel, Raphael.

An Arcangel.

"Assaciel, you're looking rather 'young' what brings you here?" Raphael was definitely mocking her choice of vessel, and making it a question, as if he hadn't summoned her from whatever stupidity she was about to do. A smug smile slithered across his lips like a venomous snake, and his coal black eyes sparkled with sheer amusement at his "catch", he was enjoying this.

The heavy smell of sulfur hung in the air like a cloud of dust, staining the walls of the abandoned store they were situated in. Bodies lay lifeless about them all, the empty black of their eyes telling her they had been puppets for demons. Pitiful. Had Raphael done this to them? She wondered what they had been up to, something the hunter would have to know. Just as soon as she got out of this mess. "You're working with them aren't you?" Assaciel replied, ignoring his curiosity, "how can you do that Raphael? Those vampires want to destroy the world's order, take over man-kind. You're going to allow that to happen?" She shouldn't have sounded so shocked, but she was.

The man nodded, "It's not my choice, rather, it was His. The moment he turned his back, it has all been chaos. Didn't you know? God's missing. We have no clue where he's gone and well, without anyone to take the reins on control, it's been a crazy battle up there. I'm looking forward to the Apocalypse," the man declared almost too happy, "and those vampires are just apart of it all, now, you're becoming a hindrance, and we are going to put you to an end. Right now."

The Arcangel stepped back, and he signaled his Garrison to do take it from here with a nod of his head. They all gathered around the angel, closing in on her.

"Unless," Raphael said suddenly, as if thoughtful, his voice the pause on the other angels assault, "that is, you join me, you would be an excellent asset on my team Assaciel. I could use your skills." Then his dark eyes locked with hers, "you were instructed with a Heavenly Weapon, where is it now Assaciel?"

Assaciel glared at the man in the suit, whatever he was planning, she knew it wouldn't come to be. It just couldn't. That's when she noticed something, something that could get her out of this predicament, up above were sprinklers. If she could activate them, the water would put out the fire cage and set her free.

The question was how?

At his question she shook her head with a smile, "So this is what you're on about isn't it Raphael? You're gathering the Heavenly Weapons for your own use, it's too bad. I'm not going to reveal anything to you. Such wasted effort."

"If you won't cooperate, I'll just have to end you as I already have with the others that refused to."

Raphael had already killed other angels?!

Assaciel closed her eyes and thought of her life so far since she had manifested on this world, she had a job to do and by God she was going to do it. Flickering her fingers, she tapped into her powers, which she was surprised to find that were still accessible despite the angel trap, and sent a small amount of flames toward the sprinkler. Immediately setting them off, and the instant the water rained down on the circle of fire around her and put out the trap, she disappeared.

Raphael's amused expression took no change, "I can already guess where that weapon must be. We will meet again Assaciel." he intoned, just before turning away, and he too vanished.