Jeremiah picked up the case and sighed. So much information so quickly, his teeth pressed down hard as he clenched his fists. He killed his own sister? Even if he didn’t want to believe it she was part of his curse! He had to kill her in order for her to be there. He would open it, but not so close to the orphanage just to be safe. He’d do a little tracking first before doing anything further.
He scanned the ground for the hell hound tracks. They aren’t creatures to just follow anyone without proper reason, so they were either led there by a greater power or summoned. Either way they would leave a trail back to their starting point. Jeremiah walked over to the carcasses and dragged them all out into a clearing in the trees, piling them up an getting their scent before burning them. Once done with cleanup he made his way down the trail of paw prints.
She groaned as she hit her alarm clock with her hand then sat up, dried blood under her nose and on her lips. She stood up and grabbed her plaid button up, along with her bottle of Jack Daniel's walking to one of the other bathrooms.
Azalas slowly woke up and looked at the time. It was about 8 in the morning. He gawned and sighed and looked at Nova who was still sound asleep. He kissed her forehead gentlt and pet her hair and smiled.
Azalas got out of bed and took a quick shower before changing into some warm clothes.
He went downstairs and made breakfast for everybody and took Novas and his to their room.
He gently woke her up and handed her breakfast. "Hey sleepyhead." He told her. "After vreakfast would you like to get away from here? Go hang out? Just the two of us." He said to Nova.
She nodded as ahe drifted off to sleep "sweet dreams" she said softly
She set her wallet back on her nightstand then sighed as she closed her eyes, falling asleep
He nodded and laid down and cuddled up next to her. He pet her hair gently and yawned. "Goodnight Nova." He said to her before drifting off back to sleep.
"It's alright" she said as she had looked at him as she had tilted her head softly as she had moved against him a bit as she smiled sofrtly " You coming back to bed" she said yawning as she started to lay back down
She cocked her head to the side, making the door slam shut then laid back on her bed, grabbing her wallet and opening it, staring at the purple heart that was pinned to the inside and sighed as she rubbed her sore and bloodshot eyes.
Azalas chuckled. He rubbed her back and shoulders. "Didn't mean to wake you." He said to her
Nova had rolled over in the bed as she had slept a bit longer it was clear there was a bit of damage to her but she was doing alright for now. her eyes began to open a but as she looked at Azalas when he was trying to sneak back in to the bed and she smirked a little "Had to go to the bathroom" she said gently as she began to sit up
Jeremiah sat up off the cold, damp ground, his eyes darting around quickly. This was indeed his curse, but why was it so calm? [+maroon “Where are the souls? And why are you here? I just fell asleep out of no where and now I’m just-“], the girl shook her head back and forth before turning to a figure who stood next to her. His form was exactly like Jeremiah’s but his face had no shape to it, just a singularity, a shadow of nothingness with two glowing red eyes.
[b [i They... cannot... reach you. I have closed... the doors... for now. The time... has... come. You... must... decide... your path.] ]
His voice was like a whisper inside of his mind, scratchy and yet soft. It was as if it couldn’t even be described with real words. [+indigo “We don’t have much time so I’ll make this quick. Do you remember that massacre of the vampire village you and I were assigned to?”] Jeremiah shook his head, confusion filling his eyes. [+maroon “What do you mean? I took that contract on my own because it was too dangerous and assembled a group of mercenaries to help”], he assured her. She sighed and threw her arms up into the air, standing up and rubbing her hair into a mess. [+indigo “Of course they wouldn’t tell you... Listen brother, we took that contract together but one of the mercs we hired was a thrall. He gave up our plans and they saw us coming a mile away.”]
[b [i You were... helpless... overpowered... outnumbered... struggling to cling to life itself... and struggling to protect what you... held close.] ]
She nodded at the words and looked Jeremiah dead in the eyes saying, [+indigo “we split up to reduce the numbers we had to face separately, but I was overpowered and turned into a vampire before you could get back to me. An act of revenge against the Rygo family... That was the first time you opened that black box, and that was when you alone enacted the massacre.”]
[b [i I can still remember the smell of blood and the cracking of bones ravaging my senses... glorious... ominous... priceless... perfection... to the very... core. After all... was said and done... it was you... who put your sister... out of her... misery.] ]
[+indigo “I would rather die a Rygo true blood than become something I wished not to be. We hold pride in our name because we hold pride in our skills and what little power we have, but you have more than that. You’re a blood child, the product of curses and possessions. You can see right from wrong and act how you see fit because you have the power to do so. That’s why it’s you who has to make a decision now.”]
Jeremiah stood up slowly, his balance waning as if fatigued. [+maroon “What decision? I’ve murdered thousands of livin beings, creatures that were undeservin, done all sorts a things that I wish I could have taken back without even giving a second thought to their innocence. What decision could I possibly have the right to make now?”] Eva smiled and looked over to the shadowy image of himself. [+indigo “Listen to yourself, and you can answer that.”]
A bright light seemed to almost overpower the world around them, as if he were being ejected from the cursed place. [+maroon “No, wait, I can’t go yet. You’ve been here all this time. I can’t leave you alone, not now-“] he jumped up off of the ground completely covered in snow. He took a few breaths and regained his balance before noticing the black case still in his hand. A solemn expression glazed over his face as he sat in on the ground in front of him. [+maroon “So... what did my sister want me to hear from you?”]
[b [i You... are more... than meets the eye... human... yet also... something more... sinister... a life... with a shadow... of death... you’ve seen... my kind... before... but I... am one... with you... open... the black box... and don my power... then you... shall se...] ]
[h3 [center Caim]]
Everything, it all just happened at once. Well, actually the draconic shapeshifter had hated the thought of going inside, which was nothing new. His form had once again grew larger, now taking the form of a large, black dragon. He had moved away, leaving everyone and everything to their originally whatever.
The beast's head suddenly shot up, forked tongue flicking out, testing the air. What was this? So many new creatures on [b his] territory? That was not something he would settle with, more so the draconic nature. The feral nature was on alert, all potential predators that were possible threats to his land. More predators, meant less prey for [b him]. Caim would not settle for that.
His wings suddenly flared outwards, catching sight of a black shadow speed over head. The dragon's lips curled back, fangs showing. Oh that was just great, another dragon. That was a definite nope.
Without so much of a second thought, the dragon leapt upwards. His wings thrust swiftly, lifting into the sky. His yellow eyes narrowed, pupils thin slits. Caim opened his jaws, a powerful, menacing roar escaped the great maw, echoing throughout the entire forest. Following the roar, a burst of blue flames danced across the darkened sky. He would not stand for intruders, and if he needed to draw blood to keep his territory, he would.
[h3 [center ???]]
Evening, it seemed the day had passed so swiftly. Unknowing to any, a figure had appeared in the shadows, carrying what appeared to be a giant, cardboard box. As the few people in the orphanage settled in for the night, after whatever had happened, the figure made its move.
Whatever, or whoever, approached silently. In front of the manor's door, they set the large cardboard box. It would most likely be found in the morning. Until then though, it was left on the doorstep
The strange figure swiftly disappeared into the darkness.
The cloaked figure known as Remos still stood atop the church tower. He laughed. "Damn...I guess they win this time." He simply vanished into the darkness.
She started to cough, soon going into a coughing fit, spitting a mouthful of blood unto her floor then grumbled as she washed her mouth out with a bottle of water, staring at her reflection in the mirror by her bed.
That fight was a disgrace. It was as if he couldn’t move the entire time. Was he afraid? Shocked? Caught off guard? Of course not! What was holding him back? With the giant he could barely even look at the thing strait and with a dragon right in front of him he hesitated and let his new friends and family get hurt. Was this all he’s capable of?
[+maroon “Am I the hunter? Or am I the hunted? What am I”], he questioned himself as he stood out where everything had gone down. Tracks and blood littered the area like something out of a nightmare, but it wasn’t anything new in his eyes. Was he this afraid to kill? Was it because he had fallen asleep after so long and was still trying to catch his balance after being hit with the effects of the curse again? [+maroon “What is it that’s doin this to me?”]
He made his way back to his room and grabbed the briefcase before making his way back outside to the trees. He couldn’t recall what was inside, but all he knew was that it was his and his father’s words. [+maroon “When I need it, eh? Well if I can’t even protect the people I hold dear then I need something right? Is this the time you were talkin about?”]
[b [i It... may very well... be... but... if you are... truly ready... to accept... who you are... then slep... my child... someone is waiting... to show you... the way...] ]
[+maroon “Wha-“], his eyes suddenly grew heavy as he drifted away into a deep sleep, falling to the ground. Surrounded by nothing but blackness all he could feel was the warmth of two hands pressing against his cheeks as if someone were holding his face to theirs. [+indigo “Wake up sleepy head, it’s time for us to talk”], he heard as his eyes opened slowly to reveal a girl in her mid teens who could almost be confused for his twin if you didn’t look closely. Her hair was black and curly and her eyes were a deep hazel that complimented her bright smile, complete with the fangs of a vampire.
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