The Promise Made

Sable

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a part of The Promise Made, by Himekura.

A small, quaint town that's anything but Pleasants Ville.

Himekura holds sovereignty over Sable, giving them the ability to make limited changes.
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Where the main story takes place, initially.

Sable

A small, quaint town that's anything but Pleasants Ville.

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Sable is a part of The Promise Made.

6 Places in Sable:

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Dean Salvatore [98] The hunterus heroicus
Isabella Lombardi [87] The curious one
Aleksei Avalon [75] The dark pureblood
Selene Morrigan [74] The mysterious one
Michael LeVian [52] "Shall we dance?"
Veratos H. [39] The Quadra
Assaciel [33] The Angel
Mina Avalon [31] The pureblood princess
Lyra Kingsley [21] "Yes I see spirits, but that doesn't mean I'm a Ghost Whisperer."
Julian Ulric [14] The son of the earth

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Hell I can handle... But the silence... this unnatural calm, it's getting to me.
Dean stood beneath the shower head, water drenched him. He released a heavy breath, it's been one screwed-up thing after another. Just the bells and whistles that come with the job. It sucked. Even more so since he wasn't normal. A little self-conscious, too much self-loathing, and a dash of crappy wise-cracking jokes that lead him no closer to solving this mess he was in.

He pushed a shaky hand through short hair and tried to focus on just washing away the blood and gore. Something normal for a change. When he was done, he reached toward the faucets and cut off the shower. He wanted to relax but his mind kept racing. Why were demons cropping up to go Fight Club on him? How were they tracking him? Were they playing sides? Did they know about the vampires' obsession over Lombardi?

There were a few choice things he'd liked to have forgotten but managed to annoyingly present themselves into his thoughts. Like Lombardi and Twilight... sucking face. Damn bastard. He shook his head doing everything he could not to let that sink in too deep. Like dad said; people like us, we don't get a family, we don't get friends.

If she wanted a life with the supernatural dangers that came with it, her call to make.

He had to stow his crap and get to work. Huntin' down the big bads, aka, the vampire's nest. Something Veratos was currently into. About time he called her for an update. He reached for a towel and stepped out the tub. Time to get to work.

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Character Portrait: Dean Salvatore Character Portrait: Assaciel

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Assaciel nodded at the Arcangel as her orders were given. She would definitely find the son of Adacio Esparda and remain by his side. She would have done so regardless of his orders. Like his father, Dean was young, and lost and in need of guidance before he was overtaken by his otherworldly nature.

Disappearing, the angel's wings flutter almost silently as she is directed to his presence, in the bathroom of the Avalon manor. He was in the process of drying off from the shower.

"Dean," She remained unfazed despite his nude form. It did t affect her the same way as it would had it been Lyra walking in on him. "We have more we must do. And time isn't on our side."

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Dean towel dried his hair, and wrapped it around his head. As soon as this is over, he's getting the hell outta here. He reached for a grey bathrobe that hung off the door's hook and shuddered at a sudden chill. The energy shifted with a jolt of charged celestial power. The presence of an angel no doubt. Crap he didn't think he'd ever grow used to. Hell, he still had a hard time accepting one took a ride in some innocent school girl. Then again, his freaking soul wasn't exactly his soul.

"Damn it Ace, what the hell?" He flinched and snatched up the robe but it was a second too late. She just stared right at him unfazed. Weird angel.

Taking a steady breath, he shook his head and wrapped himself in soft cotton. With a sigh he schooled his emotions back to normal. "What's with the bling?" He gestured at the key and quirked a brow.

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Assaciel rose her brows, not at his apparent embarrassment but at the nick name? Ace? How strange. At his query she nodded simply, "It was given to me by Gabriel. I was instructed to use it only when I acquired his assistance."

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Gabriel? Another of her angel friends? Crossing his arms he nodded slightly, "So what's with the key? What secrets does it hide?" He smirked as it was a joke.

She might not get it though.


Aleksei moved from the window, he flashed his eyes at Morrigan, then at the door leading to the bathroom and he shook his head, when he sensed the angel's presence. Deeming it safe, he left the room and soon enough he was unlocking the door that lead to his underground chambers. Inside he found both Isabella and Mina together there. He sighed with relief, as if expecting the worst, as was his prerogative in tense situations.

"Isabella, we need to move from here soon, there will be more demons hailing by. We may even get surrounded. I don't want you in any more danger." He told her quite seriously.

Mina stood up, "I'll help pack her things." She volunteered.

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Assaciel stared, unsre what to make of his query, "It's not a key it holds no secrets Dean. It is a trumpet, now, are we going?" She imagined he wouldn't want to go anywhere in a mere bathrobe but they didn't have time for anything more. She was to bring him to the buriel site where Adacio lay and resurrect him before the Italians and French got to him or things would get a lot more difficult for them all.

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"A trumpet, really?" He scrutinized the little object and the more he looked the more like an old skeleton key it appeared--yet it's a trumpet. No argument with angel logic. At her saying of leaving--with him he back-pedaled, "Wait go, where are we going?" He placed a hand to his chest, "I can't go out like this my stuff is in my car..."

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Assaciel gave a curt nod, "And that car is?" She prompted, ignoring his previous inquery as she hadn't the time to explain anything.

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"It's a '67 Chevy Impala, I parked her right up front, ya can't miss it. My duffle is in the back."

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In a flurry of bright wings the angel vanished, only to appear moments later, Nike duffle in hand she tossed it, "Make haste Dean, we don't have much time." She would have to bring him as he was if he kept hesitating to ask pointless questions.

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"Whoa. That was fast." He caught the giant black bag as it was thrown his way, unzipping it his stuff fell out, the black ball of his shirt, torn jeans drifting to the marble floor, the boots dropped at his feet, dirt clumps scattered there. His leather jacket tumbled out too.

"Much time for what?" He dropped the bag and pulled on boxers, quirking a brow as he pulled them up and stripped off the robes, he reached for his jeans, "Are ya gonna tell me or what?"

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She watched as he donned his garments, black shirt, a navy and white flannel button down, socks and logger boots followed by a leather jacket. His usual staples it seemed. She nodded slightly as he finished dressing and stood before him, reaching a hand up gripping his shoulder tight.

"We're going to bring your father back."

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"Whoa wait, what? My dad got nothing to do with this," he pulled from her grasp, what the hell was she talking about. This was his case, he wasn't bringing his old man into it. He had to show that he could handle it, he was almost eighteen, he was grown enough. Besides it's not like was even working solo anyways.

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Assaciel felt her features harden at his obvious misunderstanding. "Not your dad, James--Your Father, Adacio. The demon lord." She reported with little emotion, reaching for him she gripped his shoulder and they instantly vanished. Reappearing in a flurry of wings to the burial site, Assaciel released her hold and stared across, "Gabriel I bring the Nephil, we can begin." Sure there wasn't much the boy knew about his past, however he wasn't stupid to notice James wasn't exactly his blood-relative.

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Adacio, the Demon Lord? He didn't get a chance to argue how ridiculous that sounded when he was suddenly "spirited-away" by the angel to Egypt? They stood outside what looked like a cavern, sand yielding under his weight. Shit he forgot his weapons and blade. Not cool. Wait did Ace just call a demon lord his father? He stared wide-eyed as she turned to address some dude in armor and robes with giant wings that looked too heavy on his back. The blade strapped on his belt reflected the afternoon light, the winds kicked up sand making him squint. So this was actually happening huh, the guy with wings is Gabriel? He could pick up on the celestial auras the other was emitting like some kind of heavy pressure, did the angel not trust him? He didn't ask, instead, "Hey, Ace. You hear yourself? We're not talking about bringing back an old demon are we?"

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Assaciel held back a sigh, "We'rejere to resurrect Adacio, we acquire his presence in order to prevent the vampires and rogue angels from capturing his spirit and using him. For that we need your blood." She glanced back, her expression grave and stony as Gabriel's when discussing serious matters.

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"And you think I'm just gonna go along with it? Sure let's bring an old demon back, raise a little hell." Now she just sounded crazy. What angel would agree to this, and why did they even need extra hands on deck? Couldn't they deal with a bunch of old fangs, they were freaking angels for God's sake. What could a demon possibly help 'em with?

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Assaciel approached the sealed entrance of the crypt, upon its surface a circular medallion of a metallic crescent and sun, its blazing rays extending outward to cover the entirety of the only way in and out. Along the walls were the glow of enochian sigils invisible to human eyes, it gave off a powerful surge of energy, repelling all angels from accessing within. Including her. However not so for Arc Angels. Yet the entrance was built and maintained by unbinding magic, only Esparda blood could break it.

Dean Esparda, the son of Adacio.

She turned from the magicked gate, "Dean we need Adacio in a safer location. If we are able to bring you here don't you think they'd do so as well? We're only taking preventive measures, they already have Maria's soul." She sighed heavily, nothing at this point was going to be easy and she'd only lie to herself and him if she thought otherwise. The implication of the catastrophe that would surely come of the vampires and rogue angels captured Adacio didn't go unnoticed.

"We have to ressurect him, there isn't much else we can do at this point." She redirected her gaze at Gabriel, he'd been the one to offer his guidance. Who was she to question his judgment. After all, he was the only one on their side.

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"But it's a sealed crypt, don't you think this Adacio demon lord is safer where is now? Aren't seals meant not to be broken?" Dean wanted to understand her but he honestly couldn't see the angle she was standing in. "You guys are freaking angels, can't you just zap to the vampire nest and put a cap on all those fanged sons of bitches?"

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At his query she diverted her gaze toward Gabriel. Holding his regard for a brief moment before settling severe eyes to the young hunter, "We are not omniscient, they've cloaked, even to our methods. Leaving us no other choice but to destroy Italy if we do not locate them." Of course he wouldn't agree with such brutal, inhumane methods, but she wondered just how he would react. What will he do at learning such? And how will he thwart the situation?

"Adacio's soul is to be protected. The sacrifice of Isabella Lombardi must be prevented at all costs." She slowly approached him, despite his larger size and height, she gave quite an intimidating stare. "We have wasted enough time already, we lost Maria's soul, we will not lose anymore. If they succeed in their sacrifice, the world will have hell to pay. Is that something that you're willing to risk?"

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Dean heard her out, really, he got it. Maybe this was the only way, the damn vampa were pushing them against the wall. He took out a switch blade he kept in his jacket pocket as well as numerous other useful objects and brought the edge across his palm, cutting into the skin. Red leaked up from the wound, before it closed he pressed his bleeding palm into the stone of the medallion on the crypt. The pearl colored stone soaked up his blood and turned crimson, then it made a rumbling sound and opened up revealing a staircase that lead down into darkness.