She ended up passing out on the couch and was curled up in a ball, covered with a blanket and it seemed like she was struggling to get a breath, she tossed slightly as her nose started to bleed, all the items on the coffee table levitating off of it, the windows rattling.
Jeremiah froze for a moment, his heart racing but at a steady pace. This wasn’t a common feeling for him and yet he knew exactly what it was. Fear. This presence was deep, thick, as if the very air around him and become heavy. Every word he spoke seemed to tear through his very being and all he could do was listen to what he had to say. A warning for everyone there. He’d have to tell Azalas about this, there was no way around this situation. When Remos has left Jeremiah cough a bit, catching his breath before standing up and looking around. [+maroon “Gone... I can’t even tell he was here.”]
[b [i So... what will... you do now? The key... lies in the box... a catalyst... for... your power... our power...] ]
Jeremiah stood for a moment, his fists clenched tightly as blood dripped from his palms. [+maroon “Is there no other choice? Do I have t’use what killed my sister?”] He looked over at the case that sat next to him. He placed his hand on top of it and it seems to almost vibrate under his fingers, resonating with his heart, easing his burdens.
[b [i You feel it... blood child... now... open... use... my gift... to you... use... my power... again... don... my cloak... again... and be who you are... who... your father... was... and who... you will always... be...] ]
Jeremiah hesitates for a moment before unlocking he case, flipping the top open slowly. It was as if darkness incarnate had escaped from within. A deep black mist flowed from inside and once it cleared a single item laid within. A pitch black hilt made from leather tied tightly around an ebony piece of metal, complimented by a pommel that resembled a small heart held tightly by two hands and a cross guard of dark silver. Just the sight of it caused his eyes to flash black for a moment. [+maroon “It’s... just a handle... what am I supposed t’do with this?”]
[b [i Pick it up... and you shall see... that your signature weapon... is the... catalyst... to my... power... the power to... extinguish... ALL LIFE... you deem worthy...] ]
He paused for a moment not sure what move to make, but then he remembered the sight of them all at the orphanage. Azalas being injured fighting as hard as he could, Nova being tossed around despite her power... and Amy, he could clearly remember all of the damage she had taken...
He reached his hand out quickly, clasping the hilt securely in his hand.
Azalas nodded. He drove towards Alyan Lake. One of the biggest lakes in the US.
He stopped at it and parked the car in the parking lot and opened Novas door and let her out. "Here we are." He told her.
[h3 [center Caim]]
The beast folded his wings against his sides, swooping down and low. His yellow eyes scanned the world below, constantly searching, observing. No matter how dark it was, he saw all. His wings thrust forward, sending him forward through the sky.
Caim moved, tipping his wing. He would have to make a border patrol...probably would need to do it more often than what he usually did. Normally the draconic shapeshifter would settle with a patrol either once or twice a week, depending on the activity.
[#b22222 ~I have grown lazy~] one of many thoughts that raced through his mind [#b22222 ~There was a time I was more on alert. Being just near that mansion has made me soft~].
The dragon huffed, a streams of smoke billowing from his nostrils. The sail along his black was fully flared upwards. His wings paused, pulling himself up into a hover. His head turned, long neck swiveling back. A forked tongue flicked from his muzzle, testing the air.
What was this strange feeling? Almost a sense of dread, darkness, death. He knew all of those, from experience. There weren't many things that made a dragon feel 'fear'. But this, this was different. It was almost overwhelming, nearly making the young dragon turn and actually retreat back.
However, Caim did no such thing. No, he would not run, he would face whatever was there. This was [b his] land, his territory. He would protect it, defend it. There was only room for one, and that one, was him.
The dragon started to move again. His wings swept forward, moving him through the air. Caim suddenly swooped downwards, following the scent, the feeling of that dark presence. It wasn't long, before his yellow eyes landed on a building in the distance.
Caim began to circle downwards, the tree branches swaying from the wind created by his powerful wings. Several trees creaked, but remained in place as he drew closer. Slowly, he lowered, back legs followed by front. The dragon looked around, eyes glowing in the darkness, a low rumble coming from him.
There was another scent nearby...oh what was his name again...Jeremy...Jerry? No, those weren't right...Jeremiah! That's what it was! What the hell was that guy doing all the way out here?
[#b22222 [b "Hm...such a dark presence that visited here...seeking death and destruction..."]]
[h3 [center ???]]
The box most likely felt quite heavy. Whatever was inside, rolled around slightly, but there must've been something to also cushion said item, whatever it was inside.
There was no sound from within. Perhaps it would need a little bit time before it finally decided to reveal itself...
Nova was tilting her head as she had smiled gently as she giggled a bit "Alright let's head out near the lake then" she said as she smiled softly as she moved a bit closer to him.
Time froze around the church as Remos approached Jeremiah and sat on the empty row of pews next to Jeremiah's row.
He turned to face Jeremiah and nodded. "I am impressed with you and your friends' abilities. That isn't the last you've seen of it though. I am worse than what you have ever fought my dear Jeremiah Rygo. I am the bringer of darkness. I am the monster that hides under your bed, the monster that children called the boogeyman...The beast that lurks in the woods and snatches young campers...I am every negative thought you have ever had in your pitiful existence...I am every bad misdeed you have brought into this world..." Remos laughed with an ominous tone as he looked ahead. "It's a myth you know, they say the devil burns when he enters a church but here I am cold as your dead ancestors...But I'm worse than the devil. He's a myth too."
Remos stood up and was about to remove his mask. "Oh wait, you aren't ready yet. None of you are. Just tell Azalas that I have arrived and I will be staying until this universe is gone. I will then move onto the next and then the next after that. Tell him that I am coming for him, his sister, and the children...And if the white-haired girl is there with them I will kill her painfully. She will suffer and I will break Azalas' spirit and everyones spirit around him. Until next time hunter." Remos walked away out of the church as time had unfrozen around the area and Remos was already gone.
"Not that I remember", she says as she looked at the box then over at Azalas and Nova, coughing again and coughed up blood into the kitchen sink
He kept searching the area until he came across what looked like a large church. It was the closest place to the area the tracks had stopped so this must have been where whoever was begin this was. But whatever person or group had been here didn’t disturb anything. No sign of break in and no one around, which meant the trail was now cold. Jeremiah pushes the doors open and stepped inside to escape the cold, lighting a cigarette and sitting close to the entrance and sitting the black case next to him.
"Heading out with Nova for a few hours. Love you Amy. Be safe." He told his sister and held Novas hand as they walked out.
He stopped and saw a box and raised an eyebrow and picked it up. "Amy? Did you order something?" He asked his sister walking back in. He sat the box on the table and headed back out.
He approached his black mustang and unlocked the doors. He opened Novas passenger door for her and helped her in.
He then got in the drivers seat and drove off.
"Where should we go?" He asked her.
She limped downstairs to the kitchen for a cup of coffee, coughing slightly into her balled hand
Nova was smiling as she had looked around as she had went to take a shower, after a while she had looked at them as she had began to head out to him fully dressed
He walked slowly, his eyes following the trail left for him. Someone attacking the orphanage who knew his past wasn’t a person to be taken lightly. Even now he’s discovering parts of his past that he himself didn’t remember, for better or for worse. That and the overall power of the people that resided there was off the scales. Did they even believe they could win here? He stopped when the trail had ended, almost seemingly from now where. [+maroon “So they were summons”], he said to himself. He looked around for clearings or buildings before moving on.
She took a swig from the bottle af she stepped out of the shower, her body covered in scars and tattoos then grabbed her clothes from the towel rack
They both finished their breakfast and he waited for Nova to shower and dress.
He cleaned the kitchen while.he waited for her
"yeah let's head out to somewhere " she said happily as she was looking at him smiling softly
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