Anarchy Rising Book 2: A Hunted Wasteland

 

Leiv wrote:

Basic outline
5. Demons
• Location: Treasure island
• Appearance: Demons will normally appear as human as they have taken over and possessed a human host. The leader of this group of demons has not been seen.
• Alignment/goals/motivation: they are demons, evil is in the job description, so is expanding pain suffering and overall bad thing. However what their motivation for having taken over Treasure Island and vying for the city isn’t known.
• Fiefdom: a location where everything wants to kill, maim, steal your soul or otherwise make your life miserable in a variety of hellish ways, not surprisingly they don’t see a lot of traffic, and have made getting across the bay bridge a crucible in its own right.

Team Maxwell
~ Maxwell – Raven – Surge – Moréna –


 “This is it men, time to leave the easy life and renter the chaos world.”

The grassy field lay vastly open ahead, as far as their eyes could see. The dark sky with its countless tiny specks that were most likely stars littered the cloudless sky or space above them. . Though it appeared as if they were in space, the land which they stood upon was yet, mysteriously illuminated, even though there was no visible Sun like that present on Earth. The man wearing the blue mantle adjusted the clasp of his belt, before straightening the rest of his attire which mainly consisted of light garments, built not for battle, but instead to match with the attributes of the man adorning them. The Water Elementalist, Maxwell, covered his face by lowering the hood attached to his clothes.
 
“Hey don’t forget Dragniir.” Another light armored person appeared from behind them, throwing towards the turquoise robed mage an object which could resemble a trident, albeit a fancy one if considered so, due to the ice blue spiked head, shaped with a fleeting resemblance of a dragon made of hardened water.
 
Maxwell stretched out his left hand at his side, catching the five foot something, hardened weapon without looking at it. Swinging it around as if it was light as a feather, the Archistaff was shifted to his right hand where Maxwell held it high in the air.
 
“You never cease to showoff, do you? Huh, Maxwell.” The woman in the figure complementing, black leather suit, standing next to Maxwell, rolled her eyes in exasperation towards her partner’s antics.
 
“Surge, old friend, you took your sweet time.” Waving the staff, Maxwell teasingly complained to his hooded friend in the crimson robes as he approached the two.
 
Surge gave a mischievous smile before informing them that he was held up by Moréna, who too had by now exited her tent and was heading towards the three.
 
“I’m leaving you two men behind if you are not going to act seriously.” The lady commented as she began to head towards the large stone archway in front of them.
 
Maxwell cleared his throat and took on a serious face as his savior caught up to them.
 
“Now now, Raven, be gentle to them, you want to expel that rage onto your enemies, not your family.” The goddess of witchcraft coaxed the other woman with a cheerful smile. To which, Raven simply scoffed as she once again turned her back to them all while crossing her arms. “Hmph!!”
 
Turning her attention to everyone, “My children, I’ll miss you. I’ve taught you how to utilize yourselves in the best way. It is now up to you all to cooperate with each other and create a blissful future. Make me even prouder than before for raising you three. My dear, precious experiments go back into the world and wreck a storm in your wake.” She said all that with a sweet smile not leaving her lips for a second and eyes beaming with affection.
 
“Oh Moréna, you always say the nicest things.” Maxwell replied back with a jovial attitude. But then once again took a serious tone. “We are heading out. Three years, that a long time. I can’t wait to see how much the world must have changed by now. The last time I left it, everything felt like it was going to fall into chaos. So I don’t have any high hopes but still, I’ve been gone away from my island for way too long. I want to see it once again.” Turning his face sideways, facing Moréna, “You should have at least let me take a peek at the earth realm in these three years.”
 
“Oh, I went on recon trips down there, reporting back to master, from time to time.” Chirped in, the lady in black with a smirk stretched at the side of her mouth.
 
Maxwell was speechless at this revelation but surge comforted him, “It’s alright Maxwell, I too wasn’t allowed to leave here.” Maxwell simply glared daggers at Raven as he furiously gripped Dragniir.
 
“I was the first you know, Ofcourse I get special treatment.” Raven held a high-and-mighty tone to her retort.
 
As she turned around, Raven brushed her fingers through her dark smooth hair in response to the slight breeze flowing through the space in-between the ancient looking stone archway rooted into the ground, or more likely the roots at its surface which sent vines twisting around the stone structure, giving it an appearance of an ancient monument. Moréna now serious walked towards one end of the structure and placed her hands on its surface. Instantly the wind picked up, rushing towards the three standing in front of the huge archway. Their cloaks of the two men, fluttering in the gust behind them, while the many feathers around the hem of Raven’s, coat fought the wind. As suddenly the wind blew past them, just as suddenly it began to pull back into the center of the monument, pulling the three towards its epicenter, ever so slightly. While at the same time, enigmatic markings appeared on the surface of the stone. Lighting up one by one; beginning from one side and reaching the other end. Just as the last runic markings glowed brightly in the now overcast sky; an electrifying surge ruptured through the archway’s epicenter, creating an instant web that began to swirl about to create the gateway linking the Goddess of Death’s domain with the Earth Realm. The gravitational pull seemed to have lessened along with the wind but an undeniable static energy lingered all over and around the Mystic Gateway. Raven who was closest to it from the other two began her departure.
 
“Remember you two, Maxwell here will have the chain of command. Follow him, even if he descends to the deepest and darkest of places. Protect him, as if your life depends on it. Now, go my children and fight for what you believe in. Just don’t forget to send back to me any Vampir or Ale you may encounter on your journey. And Maxwell, try not to get consumed by the darkness, present in the world, around you.” Moréna parted with the group that she considered as her children; after all they were extremely young when compared to her own existence.
 
“Well that’s a given.” Surge replied to the order of protecting the person wielding his body, Maxwell, the forty-something man, yet the youngest of the three, to whom the others held centuries over.
 
 To be precise the only being that could be considered living for an ancient time would be the mystical beast, Raven Romanoff, for she had yet to die a natural or otherwise death; something that the Demon Hunter Surge had already once experienced. “If that’s your order, master, then I’ll follow through with excellence.”

A loving smile could be seen on Moréna’s lips as Maxwell stepped through the rift without saying a word, the others following him. “Always the silent one when it matters, aren’t you Maxwell.”
 
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“Grrr… Ruff~Ruff~ Grrrr…”
 
A hell beast growled in response to the hair on its skin becoming erect as the air around it began charging with static energy. As if on cue, there was a low crackle and a familiar web work, swirling into a twisted mass of energy, matching the color of the overcast weather, formed into existence. As suddenly as it appeared, not far from the demon dog, it vanished out of existence with a final crackle. In its stead, what remained were three hazy shadows, stationary, yet unrecognizable due to the mist which had spread about the hill top.
 
“Grrrrr…” the dog cautiously growled while standing on all four limbs in a threatening stance.
 
From behind it, clatter of kitchen ware and laughter which sounded close to cackling could be heard. The demon beast which was no larger than a Saint Bernard yet unlike the helpful dog species, it held a visage of a vicious beast. A mouth wide enough to eat three or more babies and strong jaws with sharp enough teeth to chomp and break apart a steel rod; the beast stood guard at the back of a grey bricked house. The house seemed mostly undamaged but signs of decay could be spotted all around the land on which it stood. The once lush moss, now replaced by weeds and the trees withered away.
 
A few crunching sound were heard from within the mist, as the shadows began to move forward. The dog-beast growled once more, before a bolt of electricity suddenly exploded in front of its legs, sending the smell of scorched earth, mixed with the already rampant stench of death, into the monsters two large slits which were in the place of a normal dog’s nose. The demon dog instantly yelped and ran away with its dual tails, both in-between it’s spiked, hind legs.
 
The noise of partying grew louder as the group grew closer to the grey bricked house which apparently once was red, for at some parts the paint was still intact. As they made their way to the front of the house, the mist had by now turned into a thick fog, which blocked the view for anyone stopping to look out from the half burnt curtains that still loosely hung down from the living room’s window.
 
It took couple of loud knocks on the front door, for the sound inside, to die down. The unlocked door gradually opened up, sending creaks from the rusted hinges. A face of a man with a large scar on his left cheek, accompanying a muscularly built body peered out into the thick grey fog which was now covering the entire house. The scent of damp water, that of which accompanies an area previously attacked by heavy rain waffled through inside the house. With the door now open wide, the fog, taking the shape of snake like tendrils brushed past through the ruffled up man’s legs, beginning to cover the floor of the house, quickly creating a layer of slightly chilly mist, reaching up to the ankles of the party of seven people inside the small house; which appeared to be built as a large studio apartment or a kind of loft. The six other people that consisted of two scantily clad women and the rest, men; had now begun to rise up from the sofa and the dining chairs, further inside the house.
 
“Mark!! Who is it!?” shouted one of them to the man standing at the ajar front door.
“It suddenly became cold in here. Quick shut the door before you freeze us to death!!” The girl who stood up from the lap of one the man still seated in the brown sofa, demanded as she hugged herself.
“It must have been the beast we left outside to guard. Just close the door and come back inside.” One of the men holding the liquor bottle in one hand and a deck of cards in the other, barked at the man far away from them.
 
Mark, ignoring the voices of his companions continued to peer out into the gray. “Who is there!?” he roughly shouted as a hazy shadow appeared not too far away from him and began to take shape as it came closer to Mark.
 
Hearing the quiver in Mark’s voice, the rest of the gang instantly grew alert and all stared towards the grey mist at the front door. The dark shadow suddenly took color and shape as it came out from the mysteriously exponentially thick fog, within two feet from where Mark stood. A person, unlike the women inside, fully dressed, sporting an open, black leather jacket with red stripes at arms length that reached all the way down to her hips; a corset, hugging her stomach, running all the way up to her chest area, her ample bosom too was fully covered by an inside suit, appearing to be also made out of leather or similar skin. Everything on this woman, from neck to toe was covered. Only parts of her hands were visible due to not being entirely covered with her open style gloves and the only other uncovered area showing her bare skin, was her face. This face which held the rare features, found in few humans, the multi-colored irises. Though this shouldn’t be an alarming matter; the skeptical lady in black who peered deep into the man’s eyes, gave off an uncanny aura that sent shivers down Mark’s spine.
 
“Who-who are you?” Mark questioned the silent female in front of him, as slight, uncontrollable fear began to creep into his very being.
 
Raven suddenly smiled as she took a quick peek past him, looking at the group still inside the house before once again turning her attention towards Mark. “You seem to be having a party. It’s cold out here and I got lost in this crazy fog, is it okay if we join you?”
 
That smile, sweet smile, instantly sent a sense of relief into Mark, making him feel as if he only imagined the shimmer of horror he felt only a second ago.
 
“What!! It was only a human?” the girl who was still hugging herself remarked as she saw Raven standing outside the door.
“That to a beautiful woman, that we can have some fun with.” The second girl who had made her way closer to the fireplace when the mist had first decreased the temperature of the room; snickered in a low voice, so that only the ones close to her could hear. “O Mark, quick, let her in!!” she shouted at the man at the door, to let the human inside.
 
“yeah!... like she said, come inside and join the party.” Mark stepped back and to door’s side, to let the woman enter the house.
 
Raven took a step forward and walked a step passed the man holding the door for her when suddenly the man once again froze as the killing intent washed over him.
 
“Wai-wait!! You said WE!! There are more of you…!?”
 
The man was unable to complete his sentence for that very moment he felt something sharp plunged deep through his chest. Looking down, before his vision blacked out, he saw a blurry arm, connected to the woman still facing his friends, rammed straight through his body.
 
“Gaah!!” Mark gurgled as his eyes rolled back into his sockets and black mist like substance escaped through the wound and his open mouth. Raven, emotionlessly clenched her right fist which held the still throbbing heart, torn out from Mark’s body.
 
The squelching sound accompanied a shriek from the girl next to sofa as she held her hands over her mouth, her eyes widened by horror. Taking that as a signal, the rest of the group who were still seated were all now on their feet and glaring at the lady-with-blood-on-her-hand, with demonic intensity. It was the last girl, the one next to the fire that broke the deathly silence. “How!? How could a human kill Mark, so easily? What is she!!?” The girl screamed, which the men took as a signal to rush towards the lone woman with the poker face.
 
A sudden gust of wind rushed inside from the open door way, accompanied by large mass of the thick fog. For second it seemed like something dark and hazy had flown inside but it was gone in the next second. The battle cries of the two advancing men suddenly died down, inches before their hands could reach the motionless woman with the dual colored irises.
 
“Hanz!! Zelch!!” the girls screamed the names of the men who had mysteriously stopped in their tracks.
 
Second later, Zelch, who stood looming at Raven’s left side, cursed out loudly before a huge surge of purplish, electrically charged energy erupted all through and around his body. The charred body of Raven’s attacker dropped down next to her feet, dark smoke, continuing to rise from all over the motionless body.
 
“Nooo~” The girl screamed as she noticed the mist clearing away from ahead of Hanz.
 
With the grey substance that was once impairing vision, now cleared; the reason for Hanz’s abrupt hold in his attack was crystal clear. There, right through his chest was something soaked with crimson liquid. Hanz, coughed out blood, which landed on the thick spike of ice that he was impaled through. “Yu-you think something like this could kill…” Hanz’s final sentence was silenced as soon as it began.
 
The girl in the pale brown, denim jeans and a skimpy black blouse, dropped down onto her knees as she witnessed Hanz’s head fly off away from his body, soaring into the sky, leaving a trail of blood behind. A fountain of blood gushed out from the decapitated body of Hanz as it too dropped down onto its knees and further onto the floor, creating an instant pool of blood and black mist. Standing next to the dead body was the emotionless woman with now both her hands drenched with the maroon liquid; her left hand, her fingers closely packed together to form a sort of blade; her solid and sharp as tempered steel, finger-nails, glistened in the light shining inside the house.
 
“What is going on here!!?” the girl in the red bikini, who rushed to her friend next to the fireplace, asked out loud. Fear clenching both of their souls.
 
“Who wants to go next?” a sound from the far corner of the room, startled the remaining four original occupants. Turning about, they saw a man in a purplish-red cloak, wielding a seemingly large Archistave with a spear at its tip, surrounded by a disfigured circular end piece. He seemed to be radiating with bright energy that crackled like electricity.
 
Steps were heard, originating from the door behind Raven. Out from the fog, emerged another being, a light blue mantle swayed behind him as he walked inside the mist filled house. It seemed like even more mist had followed him through. Rising up like tendrils made of fluffy clouds, the gray, oblong matter began to form into a sort of pillar, near his left hand. “We need only one of them alive… enough.” The Elementalist spoke as if it was to be considered as an order.
 
A sinister smile finally appeared on Raven’s otherwise emotion free face. Kicking the headless body away from her path, the seemingly human with the inhumane presence slowly walked towards the two girls.
 
“Stay away… No~, leave us alone!!” the girls covered in fear as Raven kept decreasing the distance from them and the wooden table that protected them.
 
“That must be their leader!! Take him down first!!” The remaining two men shouted to each other.
 
The two men kicked the floor and ran towards Maxwell. Slamming Dragniir onto the floor, the dragon atop the weapon pulsed as energy travelled through it, towards the floor and into the pillar constructed out of the fog. The fog instantly expanded and took the shape of a large bird, with a wide wingspan, sharp beak, thick talons and a sleek body. The bird dived towards the advancing men like a thrown javelin.
 
“You think something pathetic like that can stop us!!” The one wearing an open flashy shirt that one finds a tourist wearing on a tropical island clapped his hands together.
 
The loud clap wasn’t anything special, but what followed next was. The picture frames strung on the wall ahead of them, along with the kitchen stove and the bookshelf, all blasted off from their places. Colliding with the Cloud Bird, it forced the shape of the beast to disperse into the air above them, before it could impale even one of the men. The other man, the one who was previously holding the deck of cards, changed his posture, bringing his shoulders forward, he attempted to bull rush Maxwell. Maxwell, unaffected by the destroyed cloud beast, simply swung the Archistaff around; pointing to the floor, the Dragon motif, once again glowed and in response the mist which was still casted as a thick layer around everyone feet; the area close to Maxwell and the rushing attacker, suddenly changed formed. Turning into a liquid state, the man’s feet slammed down hard inside a puddle; the sudden change in state from gaseous state to liquid, made him loose his footing. Maxwell’s attacker slipped onto his own feet. His legs flew into the air as his body began to crash down, face front. The man with the Tropical shirt, who had stopped in his tracks when attempting to use his psychic powers, looked on in horror as Maxwell swiped Dragniir, horizontally into the space in front of him. The illuminated dragon pulsed brightly as the liquid once again changed state.
 
Dual *THUDs* were heard in the next second. One for the card player’s body hitting the ground and the other for his head which got instantly decapitated when his neck got sliced through with the frozen blade, protruding from the floor near his toppled head; the water was converted into a sharp layer of ice before the man fell to his death. The ice melted back into the gaseous state, soaked in crimson blood which it dripped onto the floor, next to the black smoke arising from the cleaved body.
 
Loud crashes echoed around the room, some distance away from the man who used his psychic powers. The two girls were throwing all sorts of objects towards Raven, who was effortlessly deflecting the projectiles. The brown wooden was making its way towards Raven when Maxwell shifted his attention towards the remaining man. Maxwell’s target had averted his attention towards the three females, specifically Raven, who was holding the dining table which was large enough to host six people, in both hands and seamlessly rip the wood apart as if it was made of weak paper.
 
“You should worry about yourself.” Maxwell was standing right behind the man who was stricken with fear.
 
Turning around the man saw Maxwell’s left hand clasp onto his face and felt his body being lifted into the air. “Did you know, a human’s body is Sixty percent water, give or take ten, or more? Even if you demons possess a human vessel, you all are still chemically bound to the attributes of that particular object and are susceptible as such.” Maxwell finished his sentences without break, even though various objects in the room were all flying around, vying for his neck or other parts of his body. All unable to damage his tough hide for the house they were in was void of anything containing gold or silver.
 
The man struggled in vain as he tried to release himself from Maxwell's tight grasp. But soon it would be over as his body had already begun to change from its core. The Dragon, shone with a bright blue hue, the light illuminated the entire room and the two girls had to stop their assault as they were forced to shield their eyes. Blinded due the brightness, they could only hear the crackling that ice makes when being torn apart or a liquid changing its state to that of a solid. Dragniir simmered down, returning the now seemingly dull light of the overhead lamp, when in comparison of the shining, mystic energy.
 
“Why? What did we ever do to you? Why won’t you just leave us alone?” The girl in the red bikini sobbed as she slid down her back on the wall they had been cornered to. The other simply clenched her fists in anger but stopped retaliating. “Rizhar…” she moaned as the frozen solid body of the last man of their group stood frozen to its spot where Maxwell had held him up in the air. An ice pedestal was acting as footing for the raised body.
 
Maxwell made his way to one of the blue denim armchair and took a seat. “Apparently while I was gone, you people decided to make my home into your party house…”
 
“We thought it was abandoned, plus this land already belongs to us, everything here is now ours.” butted in the girl who had been standing next to the fireplace from the start.
 
Maxwell looked at them with pity, “This land belongs to my people, and you demons had no rite, forcibly taking what didn’t belong to you.” Now standing up from the sofa, Maxwell hotly slammed Dragniir onto the ground. “Apart from that, your destructive, pestilence, hellish, presence destroyed my garden and drained the life out off, around my house and the land outside is no better. If you had kept the Island, in a living, hospitable condition, I might, have looked past your invasion.”
 
The mist around the area seemed to clear out, the fog thinned and the sky outside, was visible from the doorway. “This is my home; I will not tolerate people, demons or otherwise, who treat other humans as filth or skins to find pleasure in.” Maxwell pointed the trident like weapon at the two girls in the skimpy outfits.
 
“Please, let us go!! We won’t attack you. You can have your house back. Just let us leave in peace.” pleaded the sobbing demon, which had possessed the girl in the red swimsuit.
 
Maxwell lowered the weapon and stepped out from in front of them, showing that the path was clear towards the door. As the two girls hurriedly shuffled towards the door, showing their bare backs, Maxwell stopped them in their tracks. “Release the Humans or I’ll release you. Trust me, it’ll be extremely painful.”
 
The girls yelped as the Demon Hunter threateningly ordered them to let go of their human shells. One of the girls was closer to the door and attempted to make a dash for it. Using his free hand, Maxwell instantly released a scroll attached to his clothes and threw it in the air. In a flash, the scroll vanished from mid-air and in the next, with a crackling sound; Surge was standing in front of the girl in the denim jeans, with his hand planted onto her chest. The girl, frozen in shock or apparently bound by mystical energy screamed in some sort of agonizing pain. The other demon possessed girl, screamed with her hands covering her ears, while crouching down onto the ground. Like living ink, symbols and markings spread about the body of the girl that Surge had stamped the scroll open. The girl didn’t cease to scream till her entire body was covered with the glowing arcane scripture.
 
“Make it stop!!” the other girl screamed, as if it was her whom was being affected by the screams of her partner.
 
The demon with the markings covering her body suddenly fell limp into Surge’s arm. With his free arm, Surge raised it above the girl’s bosom where he had planted the scroll and the extraction process began. The ink, once again entered free motion as it removed itself from the girl’s body, accumulating into the air from the point of origin. Like a net being dragged out off the sea by a crane, the markings all converged to point of lift off. As soon as the last of the symbols jumped off the girl’s chest, it reshaped itself in the form of the scroll. Surge held onto the rolled up scroll in his fingers and glanced towards Maxwell.
 
“If you do not comply, unlike your previous acquaintances, you will be, utterly and irreplaceably eradicated.”
 
Maxwell gave the nod; energy expelled from within Surge’s palm, reaching the darkened scroll. The piece of papyrus was instantly turned to ash and even that, further into insignificantly smaller particles, ending in nothingness, before the floating ash could be carried off into the air by the wind.
 
“I got the picture, loud and clear.” The surviving demon of the party of seven, present in Maxwell’s house succumbed to Master of the house and his companions.
 
Letting go of her arms, they fell to the girl’s side and out escaped a dark purplish smoke from the girls open mouth. As soon as it was completely separated from the girl, Surge stepped aside and let the dark smog escape out from the ajar, front door. The girl’s head hung low, facing the ground, the body void of any visible motion.
 
“Surge, lay the girls on the bed. Raven, tend to any wounds they may have sustained since they were occupied by the demons.” Maxwell quickly gave the tasks to his friends as he retired into the kitchen to cook up some remedies. Looking at the bloody mess all around him, Maxwell let out a sigh as he moved past the bodies of the deceased. “Once the girls wake up, we will ask them to get us up to date with the Island and the world’s current situations, before letting them go back to the inland.”
 
Raven who had taken a place at the edge of the bed next to the girl she was tending to, looked up at Maxwell, “Don’t be too hard on yourself, the men were far from saving, the demon’s presence and will was the only thing keeping their bodies mobile. It was a much better fate for them to be relieved off this world by us, now, rather than exorcise them and have them watch each other die in more agony, slowly.”
 
Surge began picking up the body parts and carried them outside the house. “I’ll go bury them in the backyard. I’ll help in cleaning up, afterwards.”
 
Maxwell nodded in response and got back to work in the kitchen. “Once we’re done here, with the girls and the house, I’m thinking about that we should head out to the inland for reconnaissance, during the night.”

Sain

“Looks like we made it out…” Sain said relieved, as the cold feeling retreated and warmth began to fill his body yet again. It was like running from death itself, but thankfully they arrived just in time for the others to see… He just had some explaining to do.

They were approaching the base at a rapid pace and Sain didn’t want to scare them like it was some sort of attack, so he began to form small bits of vines under the blood sled that would cause friction to begin slowing down the sled with a flick a wrist to show what he was doing.

“Now we just need to explain why we just sling shotted right into their domain.” Sain mumbled, as guards would be fairly cautious after a display like that, but he would wait until they were close enough to speak before he would say anything.

Vela

The feeling of familiarity overwhelmed Vela, as she looked around at many of the rare prizes that filled the domain. It was a blast from the past, and she could of sworn everything seemed more dusty back when she was a kid… probably because of the new ‘help’ here.

Vela didn’t pay much attention to the man in front of her, he wasn’t her father or mother and that’s basically all she was interested in. Though the name of the man behind her did catch her interest, Markov hu?

“I’m fairly new to being a vampire so I can't say much, but the warlock coven was attacked by a bunch of demons while I was there, not the usual kind either.” Vela pondered rather grimly as she remembered the gruesome display of that one man blowing up, “The coven tunnels collapsed during the chaos, and all the vampires were scattered at that point, most were killed during the attack.”

“I remember a vampire called Aurora, I believe, who seemed to be in higher standing that survived, but she sort of slipped away after the collapse.” Vela stated pondering with her hand under her chin like she wasn’t one-hundred percent sure of herself, as she didn’t know that much about the coven.

“Personally, I’m seeking more information on my family and the state of this place, that’s why I’m here. When I was a child I slipped away from this place, and I heard it had been attacked… so I assumed…” Vela stated, as she glanced around the room, and realized how beautiful it looked. There was no sign of it being attacked… strange.

Chrys

As soon as the door creaked, Chrys quickly stepped forward to prevent Carlos from shooting anyone else for the day. “Hello,” she answered the bespectacled woman’s greeting. “We seek information, I hear this is the right place for that?” she then continued, getting to the bottom of the matter without wasting time. She already lost 6 months, after all. Almost as an after-thought, she added: “I am Chrysanta Blythe,” and smiled at the girl to show she had no ill intent, stretching her arm forward for a handshake. At this point, Ray, who was standing protectively half a step behind her at her shoulder, stepped to her side and with an almost imperceptible bow, introduced himself as well with his trademark brevity: “Ray.”

Jasmine

Jasmine held back while the god of the domain proceeded with the long-winded speech about mortals, though it was increasingly difficult. “Well, you can never… be careful… enough,” she replied before Dionysus’s last words broke her self-restraint and she sunk her teeth into the girl’s neck. Jasmine never killed her victims by feeding off them, unless it was in a fight. However this time her head was fuzzy and she completely forgot she should stop; that is, until Zhi showed up again and threw a witty remark her way.

She forced her jaws open so she could retort back, leaving the woman barely alive. “Very funny. You could help me out instead of wandering around doing devil knows what,” she gritted her teeth. After she was able to calm down a little (with or without Zhi’s help), she’d turn back to the Greek god: “We were hoping to find a refuge in your domain for a while. I am an acrobat and a magician, so I trust I could be valuable to your… party,” she explained, feeling she should finish what she started since she was already there.

Katarina

Upon reaching safety, Kat made a slight hop of the sled ,while also dragging sain along, and landed upon the ground as the sled suddenly split into a few streams of blood which returned to her saving Sain the trouble of trying to slow it down.

"Strange shadow chased us, we escaped here, nothing to explain. Now we should go find that trickster and tell him we want to hang around for a while... well what are you waiting for, go find him." Katarina calmly "explained" to sain, while also already in the process of pushing him around signaling that everything was back to normal.

Zack

Zack would be the first to reply to Winters question, with a calm tone and serious attitude, as he was already thinking on how to best enjoy this kill. "Well personally i was trying to decide between circling and trapping them, thus motivating them to fight to the death or leave them a way out and enjoy a nice hunt."

"Why not both, surround them but leave a side weaker intentionally to allow them the option of trying to fight their way out" Vino quickly suggested while Zack and Ladd smiled knowingly. The three of them would move out immediately, Ladd and Vino circling around, ladd by the rooftops while vino remained street level. Zack however would just walk in from the front, with his killing intent flaring up at the thought of the fun to come, alerting anyone able to sense it of his presence.

Regardless if anyone noticed his presence or not before he was "on their doorstep" in all his homicidal glory, he wouldn't attack outright, instead opt to taunt them with a mock greeting, that was of course if they wouldn't be the ones to open fire first.
"Good day, doesn't such a beautiful day make your blood boil with the need for some carnage?"

Faust

The fact that these guy's knew ember's name was a bit suspicious but he wouldn't really have to time dwell upon it as more company seemed to draw near.
Despite not being able to sense Zack's killing intent, the moment he laid eyes upon the vampire, his hair started to stand on end. Despite the fact that he couldn't explain why,much like a wild animal instinctually sensing fear when in the presence of a predator, he "knew" this ment trouble.

"Let's use this as a distraction and get away, the blonde guy with the red hoodie gives me a bad feeling."

Zhi

"My apologies if it seemed that way, I am simply pacing myself, last time i ended up with one hell of a hangover." Zhi replied politely to the god with a half joke half truth. Indeed, he wasn't planning on refusing the good times offered here though he wasn't about to lose himself to them.

Zhi saw jasmine drinking from the girl and was worried she might actually kill her, though before he could intervine, Jasmine apparently snapped out of it herself, and returning to her "original" personality with a small nag towards him. "Here you go" Zhi smiled offering jasmine a napkin as help, still in a good mood.

Again Zhi completed jasmine's explination with a joke "Guess that would make me the jester then"

Carlos

The dorky looking woman wasn't exactly what Carlos expected to see though before he could even sort things out Chrys jumped in front of him and carelessly greeted the woman. It still amazed him how naive,careless and trusting Chrys could still be, well he would just let it play out now, what's done is done after all.

"Hi, I'm selene and mr grumpy here is Carlos... be nice for once" Selene quickly followed suit introducing herself and carlos while getting the male lycan to atleast holster his guns as she forced a smile out of him by holding up the corners of his mouth with her fingers.

Jack weaved through the crowd, as had become quite natural for him since migrating to Dionysus’s realm. Every body was unique, with it's own traits, secrets and limits. Without the initial "moral" inhibitions of most mortals, he had had long head start on surveying the crowd and it's bodies. If only they were so inclined to share their souls, he thought, as often as they did their flesh, then this would truly be utopia. While they certainly shared more than those that roamed outside, it still wasn't quite enough in his eyes. Never the less, this pulsing ocean of pleasure had certainly more than earned the title 'paradise'. To Jack, these people that made up this crowd were HIS people, and while he did not worship it's benefactor he certainly held great respect for Dionysus.

Jack slipped through the crowd and stepped out beside Zhi and before god of pleasure with a smile that could be, if they were in any other circumstance, described as innocent. Hey new guys! Jack's voice was perky, and his standard apparel showed quite clearly his alignment with this place, namely his fish net shirt he wore beneath his trenchcoat. He looked down at Jasmine with an amused and unworried expression. Having fun already I see. If you're going to finish that, just pass me the body when your through hun, if you would. He knew how morbid his request sounded, and he mused himself for a moment at what she must have assumed he planned to do with the potential corpse. While the vampire's assumption would likely be incorrect he decided the actual details were not worth elaborating upon.

Jack turned to Dionysus, far from unphased by his enticing aura and features. He had small laugh to himself, If only it WAS only we mortals that were so mercantile... if all gods were so generous Dionysus, then I suspect we would not have such an eyesore of a wasteland outside these walls. Jack briefly diverted his gaze from Dionysus to the crowd around them. As the music pulsed, the hairs on the back of his neck stood up like that of a stalking wild cat. He returned his direct attention back to Dionysus. I was preparing to go for a night stroll, but I find it difficult, as I'm sure comes as no surprise to you, that I cannot help but to partake in your offerings if you are so inclined as to throw me a bone.

EDIT: (I don't want Jack's last statement to Dionysus to be misinterpreted as a request for a corpse, he requested the body from Jasmine for a separate reason)

Ember

Ember couldn’t help but scowl when the phrase ‘Ms. Crusic’ came up. It wasn’t the fact that he knew who she was that annoyed her… her father probably had some doing in that. Though, the whole formality just sort of rubbed her the wrong way, like it was some sort of curse or something.

“Information basically.” Ember replied bluntly, as she looked at the man for a change in his expression, but she didn’t notice anything too extreme so continued to speak, remaining stiff and guarded behind the window.

“I’m trying to get more information regarding my father and Stein and overall their organization.” Ember stated, as she looked rather troubled thinking about the two of them for a few seconds, as she said “I know them both personally, and while my father can be a hothead… they are both good people.”

“I don’t know how much you have being in the position you’re in… but anything will help. I’ve just been getting records from the men who’ve attacked us in the past few months.” Ember said with a nod, as she finally began to lower her guard around the man. She knew that he was good at heart and wouldn’t most likely attack her… so it’s sort of a sign of respect for what he does for the masses.

Though, then she heard Faust’s voice about a red guy and a blonde hoodie that gave Faust of all people a bad vibe and from their experiences she knew that his instincts were almost always right.

“We should relocate first, we’ve just been perused recently and I wouldn’t want some’thing’ sneaking up on us.” Ember stated quickly to give off the impression that they needed to go and quick.

Sain

“I know, but I can’t just waltz in.” Sain muttered back, as he noticed one of the guards walk towards him in a very overly proud manner. It reminded him a lot like how he was back during his early days in the coven, which wasn’t very good.

During his open exchange, a bullet whisked past Sain as his eyes widened with anger and surprise, as he glared at the solider with all the malice he could muster.

“What the hell are you…?” Sain almost roared at the guard, as he saw the others quickly come over and punish the idiot as he retreated back in the quarters with shame. If that monster that was chasing them wasn’t bad enough, that buffoon really set Sain on edge and he was in half a mind just to forget this domain from all hell that just flew his way already if it wasn’t for Katrina.

That was when a older and more reliable women approached them, who’s expression reminded Sain of what he was like after that giant unlucky ordeal a few months back which almost ticked him off even further if it wasn’t for her kind personality.

“Sounds good, I’d like to understand a bit more about the situation too.” Sain replied with a sigh of relief, as he followed her to the tents only to have the bar they were crossing under hit him on the top of the head, as he quickly dashed forward holding it with his eyes wide open.

“Are you kidding me?” Sain muttered in anger, but quickly extinguished the anger as he mumbled to Katrina “My luck is getting worse…”

Both of them knew for a fact that when his luck got worse a lot of hell was sure to come soon after…

Prayer

"Um.... Revs? I'm already off the truck." The young man stated, matter-of-fact style, with a slightly surprised face, because Revs hadn't noticed. He then took Exodia into his body, the dark spirit first materializing behind him in the form of a large shadowy, somewhat humanoid wolf, quite a bit larger than Prayer himself, then being sucked inside Prayer's body, and then his ethereal form surrounding Prayer's body, turning his golden hair black as well.

He then jumped onto the top of the truck in one quick leap, and then to the side of the building, gripping it with his claws. From there, with his heightened senses, He saw something that his beastly instincts screamed was bad news. Backing Ember's warning's, he called out "Revs? we've got trouble. LOTS of trouble. Trouble we're better off NOT charging at." He then swiftly leaps back to the ground in front of the truck.

Side Note:

[Dust-Man]/Rover

When the librarian opened the door and everyone started introducing themselves, feeling the need to do so himself, he quickly threw out "Umm.... apparently my name's Rover now, just call me Ro or something, nice 'ta meet 'cha!" with a big goofy grin on his face.

Ghosty
“That won’t be necessary” A young voice piqued from outside accompanied by a feint whiff of sulfur and the wooden door that lead into the house blew off its hinges. A young boy no more than 12 or 13 stood in the entry way, his arms adjusting the deep blue tie that adorned his pin stripped black suit topped by stylishly messy black hair and cobalt blue eyes. He gave a quick pass around the bloodstained room with a slight twitch of the eyebrow at the dismembered body parts. “Sigh, new recruits, I do hope you understand. Sadly what this new world has provided in quantity of damned souls it took equal away in their quality. I doubt in the middle ages we would have been seeing this lots ilk, too strict back then you see however you work with what the good lord provides no?” His voice held a feint French accent, and the fluidity of his speech certainly did not match the child. “Oh how rude of me.” The child gave a sweeping bow, “I am Louis and I have the distinct pleasure of cordially inviting you to dine with my lord at your earliest convenience.”

Chrys, Ray, Carlos, Selena, Rover
“Hi I’m Chrysanta Blythe” The women parroted, leaving a long pause as she starred blankly at the motley crew in front of her, her voice squeaky and shy. “Blythe, Blythe BLYTHE! Oh my oh my oh my, Why are you standing outside in the rain Lady Blythe his Spidership..Spiderness? Is it Spiderness?” She paused again. “Why are you standing outside in the rain Lady Blythe.” She repeated herself before pushing open the door with a huff. “And there are more of you.” She said finally seeming to notice Carlose, Ray, Selena and Rover. “Come in come in his Spiderness Anansi is expecting you.. do you have an appointment, if not you will have to wait in reception.” The door finally gave way revealing the library beyond.
Thick cobwebs laced the place as candle and torch light sent shadows dancing over the stacks and rows of books, a huge desk sat in the front piled high with books and magazines as peoples shuffled from aisle to aisle either stocking or taking books. The women shuffled behind the desk “Right then Lady Blythe, lady Blythe lady Blythe.” Her voice echoed from behind the piled books which hid her from view. “Oh your right on time, punctuality, he likes that shows respect” She leaned around the stack with a smile and thumbs up. “Good for you..oh your late now better hurry, he’s upstairs red armchair.”

Jack, Jasmine, Zhi
Dionysus narrowed his eyes at Zhi before Jasmine’s words distracted him from the monk. His eyes seemed to drink in Jasmine as if he was tasting a wine for the first time and savoring the aroma and thick red liquid for the first time. “Mmm I am sure we can make full value of you here little one.” He said with a light lick at the corner of his lips as the heat burned through Jasmine yet again.
At Jack’s words Dionysus let out a throaty chuckle which couldn’t help but seem seductive. “Right you are my dear one, and please partake of the girl all you desire.” He said with a greedy gulp of the delicious red wine which spilled down his bare chest, the girl eagerly lapping it up off of him.
“And that goes for you two as well my pets, gorge, partake and let go, Waiter! Glasses.” A naked man immediately pulled himself from one of the piles of writhing bodies and ran forward with three goblets brimming with wine. “Drink Drink my new ones.” Dionysus cheered eagerly. The wines aroma was heaven, its ruby surface begging to be indulged in, and their bodies all felt so hot and needy, the cool wine just pleading to quench that burning.

(Rest coming later for ember faust Zack and Prayer)

Ember, Zack, Prayer, Faust
“Our information is that Stein has been excommunicated for crimes against the faith along with any exorcists that joined him upon the fall of the San Francisco Citadel, I’m unsure as to the whereabouts of your father Ms. Crusic. But I would…” Revs trailed off in mid sentence the air around him seeming to shimmer as he gave Mathew a look swords seeming to grow from Mathews hands he drew them so quickly.
“Whose There” Revs hissed As Zack appeared with the vampires jab causing Rev’s to clench his Jaw. “Interesting phrasing as yours no longer pumps vampire.” The two other exorcists with the rifles in immediately went back to back their weapons at the ready as Mathew fell into a crouch.
“See Revs you do have a sense of humor..It just sucks, like your mama” Winter’s merry voice could be heard from the three story building across the street. “Wait you don’t have one of those do you.” He said with a grin dropping his head into his hand as he rested on the edge of the tattered concrete. “Im sorry that was cold of me and it’s been so long.” Winters finished with a flurry of laughs his bright blue eyes flaring.
Revs didn’t bother engaging the psychopath in banter, he simply uttered the word “fire.” The riffles of the two exorcists decked in body armor flared to life as the rythmetic sound of semi automatic fire cracked through the still air of the still damp mourning, the bullets directed towards Zack followed almost immediately by the thumping of Rev’s twin desert Eagles, the blessed ammunition streaking gold through the grey air.

Katarina

As was expected from such a flashy entrance, guards quickly took notice of their presence before the one who appeared to be the youngest stepped forward. Quite the typical move she thought, send out the least experienced one as the scout that way if they turned out to be hostile the others would atleast already have a clue as to what they are dealing with. However he assumption of their defense plans was quickly shattered by the comical display of the guards, though she stilled her laughter as the older women approached and returned things to "normal".

The comical string of events wouldn't end just yet, as sain passed under the booth, the barrier feel smacking him on the head, literally a scene out of a cartoon, this time Katarina openly laughing at sain's predicament as it was just to funny.

"You're right, maybe we should split up before i catch some of your bad luck" Kat replied to the male vampire with what appeared to be a serious attitude but a small smile at the corner of her mouth betrayed her intentions. "But then again, you do tend to end up in hilarious situations all the time, and that's always fun to watch." She then added finishing her saddistic joke while observing sain's reactions carefully.

There was a thought going on in the back of her head that this wasn't just the dooing of sain's outwordly bad luck, especially thanks to the cartoonish feel of the events but she had no proof to confirm or deny this theory, deciding to ignore for now.

Zack

The small exchange of words amused the vampire which was flashing a sinister smile towards the exoecists wearing it even after the fighting started. Just as Rev ordered the others to fire Zack clashed his claws against eachother before diving straight towards them but leaning towards the left, keeping very close to the ground in order to make himself a smaller target while holding the claws infront of him for protection.

His leap lasted only about half a second before he stuck one of his claws in the ground and used it to make a sharp 90 degree turn towards the right,basically flinging himself, a turn which would of been impossible to excute so sharply without the help of his claws acting as a pivot. Upon drawing his claw out of the ground, Zack performed a slicing motion with said claw sending a slicing wave of gravel and dirt towards the exorcist group, in a vertical pattern, followed up by another slicing mottion of his other claw, this time cleanly trough the air and in a horizontal fashion, both slashes seemingly emiting a strange low humming sound.

After delivering the two attacks, Zack would duck into a nearby alley and jump up to the roof by zig-zaging between the buildings walls. While he might not have been faster then a speeding bullet, he was surely faster then the human gunmen wielding them, the quick movements and sharp turns ment to prevent them from getting a lock onto him.

While Zack danced around with the bullets, Ladd emrged on a nearby rooftop hurrying to not miss the party. "Fire in the hole!" Ladd shouted in a mocking fashion as he tossed a cilindrical container into the air then blasting it with his shotgun, the container exploding open and raining down shrapnel on those bellow. His "pipe bomb" was just a simple thin container filled to the brim with gunpowder and shrapnel, a crude and simple device but quite effective against crowds lacking in supernatural or other defensive and regenerative means.

Vino heard the fun starting and hurried up towards his position but circling around trough the side streets was prooving quite annoying, well atleast there was nothing wrong with being fashionably late.

Faust

As per his gut feeling, things took a turn for the worse very soon as he quickly grabbed ember and made his way out of the building wanting to sneak out trough the side streets under the symphony of explosions and gunfire which echoed from the main event near them, in one hand holding his gun and with the other pulling ember along as he wanted to get the hell out of there as soon as possible. Faust's plan, if one could call it that was to simply sneak away going in the oposite direction from which Zack and the rest of the psycho's appeared.

Chrys

Despite the fact no one on their side did anything too strange in front of the girl who opened the door, it was soon clear she was plenty weird herself. When Chrys introduced herself, for a moment it looked the woman was crazy, but then she invited them in. Chrys was frankly baffled by her attitude, but decided to take it as a positive thing. After all, if the bespectacled woman recognized her family name, it should mean there indeed was some information to be found here. Though there was one thing she could not just let pass. "What do you mean, Lady Blythe? My family are fishermen," she asked as she followed the woman in, shaking the water off in a very animal-like fashion.

While Chrys was focused on the girl that showed them in, Ray scanned the surroundings. Having been living with the lycan packs for most of his life, he’s never been to such a grandiose building, as covered in cobwebs as it was. He was actually staring with his mouth slightly agape before he noticed that Chrys was walking further into the building and ran after her. Soon, the strange woman directed the small group to where Anansi should be. Chrys and Ray glanced at each other and instinctively searched closeness. Holding hands like lost kids, they walked up the stairs, forgetting the rest of the group. Once on top of the staircase, they would stop hesitantly and look around, getting the idea of the new area and trying to find the red armchair.

Jasmine

Zhi’s stunt with the napkin almost made her jump at his throat, the atmosphere in the room having an amplifying effect on her emotions. The appearance of the other person (Jack), however, made her forcibly get a grip on herself. She was not gonna lose it in front of these people. “All yours,” she said curtly, letting go of the girl and deliberately wiping her mouth with the napkin while throwing a killer glare at the monk. At this point, she just wanted to safely put some distance between herself and the greek god, so when he offered them the wine, she accepted with a slight bow: “Thank you for your hospitality.” Despite having just drunk the woman’s blood, she was suddenly really thirsty again, so she took a deep gulp from the goblet. Now her only concern was to finish the glass and excuse herself. She could deal with the human’s impertinence later.

Carlos

The women kept on getting stranger by the second, mumbling to herself what appeared to be nonsense, though it was curios that she mentioned they were expected while she formally addressed chrys which was also quite strange though could be attibuted to some sort of weird manners.

Carlos kept quiet for the most part, just following around but was getting annoyed searching for the red chair and wanted to search things his own way, shouting out loud for the spider bastard, however selene elbowed him in the ribs, making him gasp from the pain and stoping his "plan".

"What the hell is wrong with you."
"YOu were about to do something stupid" she simply replied to his accusive remark.

Zhi

"Hi..." Zhi greeted Jack in return a bit puzzeled by his next request, was he really asking for a corpse or was it just a very bad phrasing from his part, was dionysus actually going to allow people killing eachother so easily on his domain or was it just another form of entertainment for him and everyone here was so far gone that they wouldn't even realise what was going.

Zhi's pondering would have to take a breath for now as the newcomer seemed to compliment the god for his gifts while "humbly" asking for more to which Jasmine passed him the girl while dionysus offered them all to partake in his gifts as much as they wanted. Apparently the god was quite pleased with the attitude of the two though not so much with zhi's, most likely since he wasn't running around eating,drinking and screwing everything that crossed his path.

While enjoying the wine he was offered, which litterally tasted divine, he had a bit of time to think about jasmine's strange behaviour so far, all her desires seemed to be amplified, be it hunger or rage, a quick thought of baal flashed trough his mind due to the familiarity of their habbits but quickly dissmised that idea from his head as the thought of those two working together frightend him.

"How about we go explore some more of this awesome place?" Zhi suggested to Jasmine while finishing his drink, he kind of figured things out, the greek god seemed to have an aura about him that "persuaded" people to give in to their basic instincts all the time and it seemed to effect evryone but himself, even the usually cold and reserved jasmine was getting enthralled. Thinking about why he was apparently safe from this "hypnotism" of sorts, he could only conclude the seal placed upon him had something to do it, though now it was obvious that it fully shielded him from the desires, just reduced their effects on him, the rest being his own self restraint.

If jasmine accepted his idea of moving away from the greek god, he would offer to teach her a quick meditation skill to help her regain some control.

Vela

“Unreliable?  That’s a nice way to treat someone…” Vela thought, as she observed the man with a now biased view.

The thought of so easily pushing aside information like that even if it came from an unreliable source baffled and irritated Vela.  But, she let the man’s demeanor slide for the time being, as she didn’t have the upper hand in this situation.

However if anything ticked her off more it was her mother’s fashion… She always loved those fancy dresses and while Vela was a victim to the same style for a long time…. And considering her mom, she would be on edge ever since the church’s support was cut off since her supply of those fancy garbs would be scarce.

The thought made Vela almost snicker, but when the question was posed that her mother would actually doubt her own daughter’s appearance that’s what set her on edge.

“Yes, Vela Aqil.  Do you not recognize me? I don’t look much different from when I was turned.” Vela stated politely and in a noble fashion that she used to always speak to her mother in, as she continued to say.

Though she remembered one thing for sure, her mother was quick and impatient above all else.  She didn’t like long discussions, that was more father’s domain, so she would have to be quick and to the point before the man attacked her.

“Remember this jewel?  It’s the only one I kept since you gave it to me for my 13th birthday and told me to always treasure it since it showed I was the heir to this place.”  Vela quickly whisked out the beautiful gem that matched the color of her hair, a strange sort of sapphire that had a purple tint to it, “It’s the only one I kept on hand in case I ever needed to return after I ran away.”

Vela would leave out the fact that she sold every single other gem and pretty much ruined her former clothes her mom gave her after the vampire incident, but with how horrible sewed her clothing was it was pretty obvious either way…

“Is that enough, or do I need to further prove myself?” Vela stated letting her old noble annoyance slip into her voice a bit.

Ember

Unfortunately, the man didn't seem to know any information about her father or Stein anymore then she did with the records. However, the fact that they were so unaffiliated with Stein was a positive point, as it could allow Ember and Faust to game some ground... that was until those vampires showed up.

Ember felt an immediate jolt in her arm, as her legs began to move by themselves with Faust who had come out of hiding and was now fleeing the scene. Ember didn't protest at first, but judging from his expression it wasn't looking like he thought taking on this vampire was a good idea.

"You sure we can't take them? We could gain a lot from allying with this group." Ember quickly uttered to Faust, as she began to run along side of him, shaking free of his grip

But Ember already knew the answer to this, there was no way in hell Faust would be willing to make a gamble like this stacked against him. So, Ember quickly scanned the area as she looked for something that could stack the odds in their favor.

"At the very least, The building we were hiding in was old and rather ruined, so if I can apply enough force with my fire enhanced shots I could cause enough chaos for the others to escape." Ember suggested, it wasn't a good plan, but this would certainly give the exorcists a better chance at escaping.

[Dust-Man]/Rover

Rover went in with the group, several questions forming in his head. Most importantly: They were gonna meet a spider that hangs around in an arm chair? He mindlessly followed after Chrys and Ray, intent on finding out for sure.

Prayer

Prayer Jumped into the building to dodge the shrapnel that fell from above. From there, with his enhanced hearing, He heard Ember's plan. "I could probably help with that too" He said walking out of the building in question. He then turned towards it, and dug in his claws, then ran from one side of it to the other, creating a large gash on it's side with both of his hands, which would make Ember's shots more effective in bringing the thing down. "Hurry, we don't have the leisure to take our time" He said while running.

Jack grabbed the goblet from the tray, attempting to hold it like a wine glass. Just relax friend, if nothing else this is the place to let go... He attempted to down the wine, spilling just a bit before he decided it wasn't an achievable feat. He hardly gave Zhi a chance to respond. Making his way over to the near lifeless girl the vampire had left behind he smiled. This wasn't the first time, the carnivorous humanoids tended to have problems controlling their more vicious lusts when they first arrived. With his free arm the strong Lycan managed to throw the girls body over his shoulder, he muttered to himself, Still breathing... good... clock hasn't started ticking. She wasn't dead he thought to himself, not dead but definitely dying.

Jack calmly carried her body on his back, and made his way back through the writhing body of the the crowd. He kept his eyes keen on Zhi and the vampire as they departed made their own way through the crowd. The night was still young, he thought to himself. I'll catch up with them later... For now... Jack made it to one of the doors and let himself out. Once out in cooler air, and rain, he moved at faster, more brisk pace. He weaved through the crowd outside, away from the large bondfires, the singing, the partying, the drinking, the excitement. The pleasure. He moved towards the first vacant structure he could find, and laid the girl down in his personal hiding spot.

Here it was dark. The rain drops were still shining from the fires in the distance, but the space itself was hidden in shadow. Blood covered the ground here, there was the scent of rotten flesh. Jack laid against the wall and let himself slide down to a sitting position beside the girl. There was but a glimmer in her eye, the light from the moon graced over just the top half of her face, Jack was fully shrouded in the darkness.

Jack reached carefully for the book he kept strapped to his belt, and detached it. He laid it out on the ground beside the girl and gently opened its pages. He turned, with certainty, to a specific page and smiled through the darkness at her. "Certainly you were happy in life hon... I wonder how they would seek to judge you in death though The book emanated an extremely dark aura. Jack looked onto the girl, in sympathy, but also with darker thoughts in mind. I wonder how I should sculpt what you leave behind... There's no end to the terrifying things you can sculpt a corpse into... He grabbed her arm ever so gently and brushed her hand against her bloodied neck, But before I do that, allow me to ensure you rest in peace... Go with certainty that no demon devil or god will claim you while you sleep my dear. Jack placed the girls bloody hand on the page of his book, and pressed it. The dark aura seemed to swell for a moment, but soon subsided to it's normal level. The glimmer faded from the girl's eyes. A bloody hand print was left on the otherwise blank page. With that Jack moved her hand, closed his book, and carefully put it away before drawing his knife and allowing his tongue to hang out maniacally, Now lets see what I can carve out of this corpse...

Faust

"You want to draw attention to ourselfs and inform those psychos out there of our presence?... nevermind" Faust complained before noticing the new guy already acting like a rash fool, since stealth was apparently out of the game right not, might as well go along with ember's idea and try to create a distraction.

"Hurry up and let's get out of here fast, maybe luck will be on our side". He really hated this, causing the building to topple would most likely alert everyone to their presence but his hope rested on the fact that they might be to busy shooting and making snide comments at eachother to bother with them.