[font "Times New Roman" [http://rp.eliteskills.com/r.php?r=139277 original thread; if you were in it, slide in my DMs]]
[font "Times New Roman" "Okay, but you [i do] know you have to [b kill a demigod] first, right?"]
[font "Times New Roman" [right "Fine, fine... Let's [b do it.]"]]
[font "Times New Roman" [center There is a time and place every soul is meant to die. Hades, omniscient ruler of the Underworld, is not very pleased when he finds out that two humans in the Overworld have weaseled their way into immortality--by killing a demigod.]]
[font "Times New Roman" [center The Olympians are furious. They demand Hades do something about this... headache. He determines that he will send his elite, since he has no time to take care of the problem himself.]
[font "Times New Roman" [center These are older souls that have been trapped in the Underworld for decades, at the very least. While alive, they had skills Hades may have found useful, so they act as a personal army. They are his Grim Reapers, his trusted enforcers, his GHOSTS.]
[font "Times New Roman" [center He sends them to collect the overdue souls of two witches who have managed to escape their death date. Though one witch was born into their craft, and the other is... what? A wannabe? A groupie?]]
[font "Times New Roman" [center GHOSTS are a team of elite undead that Hades uses to carry out his personal vendetta. They act as many things. They are highly trained.]]
[font "Times New Roman" [center The Witch is a legitimate witch--minus the license--who has been teaching their best friend witchcraft for a long time. The best friend--the Fake--is very excited; perhaps too much for their own good. Following rumors of rumors, the two came across some very untrustworthy lore--that if they kill and drink the blood of a demigod, they will gain the qualities of immortality. This is what they have done. This is what they have received. Now, however, they have given Hades much reason to come after them.]]
[font "Times New Roman" [center Hades is the ruler of the Underworld. He is the boss of the GHOSTS, overseer of everything. Pretty much everything.]]
[font "Times New Roman" [center The Keeper KNOWS everything. Literally everything. When asked, the Keeper can present any information necessary. They answer only to Hades and is not bound by oath to answer to anyone else.]]
[font "Times New Roman" [center The Olympians are the gods that sit on Mount Olympus. They do not interfere with the lives of humans and only interact with Hades when he is sorely needed.]]
[font "Times New Roman" [center The Demigods are direct descendants of the Olympians. They have some of the qualities of their parents, including immortality. At the loss of one of their beloved, they are infuriated. There is nothing they can do to the Witch and the Fake now that Hades has them in his scope, but they can still make them pay. They take their revenge by staging a genocide of anyone with witch blood or anyone claiming to have it. This does not sit well with the Olympians or with Hades.]]
[font "Times New Roman" [center 000. Initially, the Witch and the Fake are the bad guys until the Demigods decide to take their revenge.]
[font "Times New Roman" [center 00. I need you to be very chill. I love this idea dearly. This includes interacting with other writers VERY often. You must be open to ideas.]
[font "Times New Roman" [center 01. We all have very busy lives to attend to, and this website doesn't always come first. We will, however, be loyal and do as best we can. We hope to hold you to the same. On that note, there is a 10 day limit in between posts. I'm patient af. There will be no posting order unless you guys insist.]]
[font "Times New Roman" [center 02. I'm not a snob, but there is a 2500+ character limit on each post. It isn't very difficult, to be honest.]]
[font "Times New Roman" [center 03. You are more than welcome to play multiple characters as long as you can keep up with them.]]
[font "Times New Roman" [center 04. Mature themes found here.]]
[font "Times New Roman" [center 05. You know the simple things: don't control anyone else's character unless they give permission, if you want to get down and dirty, take it elsewhere, etc.]]
[font "Times New Roman" [center 06. NO character is INVINCIBLE or IMMORTAL. The Witch and the Fake have conditional immortality that only lasts so long. The GHOSTS are immortal only as long as Hades sees a use in them--and only if they obey his every command. You don't like it? You burn at the stake.]]
[font "Times New Roman" [center 07. We have a lot of talking to do!! I made this roleplay with my boo a long minute ago and we've developed the idea a LOT outside of ES.
[font "Times New Roman" [center 08. Have fun! ]]
[font "Times New Roman" [center 09. This will start with the Witch and the Fake drinking the demigod blood and thus disrupting the death date.]
[font "Times New Roman" [center 010. If there's a bunch of applicants for something but not enough spots, I'll increase the cap. Don't forget to call Hades 'daddy'.]]
[font "Times New Roman" [center [b Name:] [i Real name.] // [b Alias:] [i We need something badass to call you.] // [b Age:] [i You've been in the underworld for quite some time.] // [b Personality:] [i Anything that doesn't make you a sorry sack of Cerberus' chew toys.] // [b Position / Specialty:] [i Strategics, long range combat, heavy artillery, or weapons tech, etc.] // [b Offense:] [i Hades didn't take you for no reason.] // [b Weapon of Choice:] [i What's your Scythe look like? They're personal to all GHOSTS.] // [b Photo:] [i URL here. Real, tasteful photography.]]
[font "Times New Roman" [center 1. [http://rp.eliteskills.com/vc.php?c=393974 The Centurion]]]
[font "Times New Roman" [center 2. [http://rp.eliteskills.com/vc.php?c=393894 Lilith]]]
[font "Times New Roman" [center 3.[http://rp.eliteskills.com/vc.php?c=393905 Andras]]]
[font "Times New Roman" [center 4. [http://rp.eliteskills.com/vc.php?c=394058 Enya] ]]
[font "Times New Roman" [center Witch and Co. 1/2]]
[font "Times New Roman" [center [b Name:] [i Real/Preferred Name.] // [b Age:] [i 19-35, but you're not ancient.] // [b Personality:] [i Don't need any zombies.] // [b Role:] [i Are you the liar?] // [b Affiliation:] [i What interested you in witchcraft in the first place?] // [b Photo:] [i URL here. Real, tasteful photography.]]
[font "times new roman" [center 1. [http://rp.eliteskills.com/vc.php?c=394059 Christopher Silvers, The Silver Eyed Prince]]]
[font "Times New Roman" [center [b Name:] [i Real/Preferred Name.] // [b Parents:] [i A god and a human.] // [b Inheritance:] [i What power did you get from your parent?] // [b Age:] [i Yeah.] // [b Personality:] [i No Mary Janes pls.] // [b Connection:] [i What made you want to hunt down all those witches?] // [b Photo:] [i URL here. Real, tasteful photography.]]
[font "Times New Roman" [center 1. ]]
[font "Times New Roman" [center 2. [http://rp.eliteskills.com/vc.php?c=365562 Damaris]]]
[font "Times New Roman" [center 3. [http://rp.eliteskills.com/vc.php?c=393894 Kael] ]]
[font "Times New Roman" [center [http://rp.eliteskills.com/vc.php?c=365563 Hades]]]
[font "Times New Roman" [center Note: Not all roles need to be taken in order for the roleplay to be functional. ]]
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[left [pic http://i.imgur.com/EhEYc7D.png]] [google-font https://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Quicksand] [quicksand [size15 As soon as he turned back from the stairs, he decided to wait at the bar. Whilst he was there, he got a beer. Since he was going to be here for quite a while.]]
[quicksand [size15 Several minutes later, he saw Kael.]]
[quicksand [size15 "Any word from Damaris?" He asked, as soon as he put his phone away.]]
[quicksand [size15 Several minutes later, Damaris walked in. "Aw, you look so cute, the suit fits you, wallflower." As she said the word [I wallflower], he thought. [I Wallflower? I've been too busy going around gathering information] perhaps he was being more quite than usual. But the only reason why that was was because he still didn't trust Damaris as his friend.]]
[quicksand [size15 Even though many people had noticed that his hair was on fire, he tried not to look like his hair was on fire.]]
[quicksand [size15 "I forgot about the other one--where's Kael? The walls talk here and there are ears everywhere. We need to regroup."]]
[quicksand [size15 "Kael? He should be-" When he looked to his left, Kael was gone.]]
[quicksand [size15 Even though he was surprised, his mind was somewhere else. As he was thinking about the basement.]]
[quicksand [size15 He was thinking of a way to get into the basement without Christopher noticing him. Someone could cause a distraction, but that wouldn't work.]]
[quicksand [size15 When he couldn't think of a way to get into the basement, he replied to Damaris saying [I we need to regroup]]].
[quicksand [size15 He then decided to text Kael, saying "Hey Kael, where are you? Damaris is saying we need to meet up,"]]
[center [font "Times New Roman" They were on board but the blonde demigod kept her elation to herself. Max was still quiet and reserved like he couldn't see that she was a different woman than the one that had sold him out to her sisters years ago. She had, of course, [i barely] changed, but that was beside the point.]]
[center [font "courier new" [+teal "We're all decided, then: we're going. I suppose I'll see you both there in your Sunday best."] [font "times new roman" She put her phone away and waved to them briefly before climbing back into her Jeep, starting it up and pulling away. She put the address in while she was driving and barely missed another car because she was drifting into the middle of the road. She chalked it up to [i 'if you see me drifting why wouldn't you honk or move???'] and brushed the blame off onto the other driver.]]
[center [font "Times New Roman" When she arrived in the great city of New Orleans, she chose a little motel because she didn't want to sink all of her money into a nice hotel. She told herself that if she ended up staying longer she'd just find an inn somewhere where the keepers were nice but minded their own business.]]
[center [font "Times New Roman" It took [i hours] of combing through the city before she could find a suitable dress. One out of seven people were talking or thinking about the ball and every time she went into one of the fancy dress stores they asked her if she was looking for attire for that specific event. It wasn't cheap, either--her dress ended up being a bit over two hundred dollars and she fully intended to wear and resell it or wear and return it. She didn't anticipate having a use in it ever again.]]
[center [font "Times New Roman" While checking out, she made casual conversation with the cashier along the lines of [font "courier new" [+teal "Are you going to the ball tonight?"]]]
[center [font "Times New Roman" [b "No, no, no,"] the man replied bashfully, smiling a bit as if he were embarrassed to be talking about it. [b "I can't make it."]]]
[center [font "courier new" [+teal "Oh no? Why not? Were you not invited?"]]]
[center [font "Times New Roman" [b "Everyone was invited, I just have to work. He loves New Orleans, so, you know... He invited the whole city. You're not from here?"]]]
[center [font "Times New Roman" She offered a friendly smile that barely reached her eyes. [font "courier new" [+teal "No. I came down for the party; I hope it's worth it. I heard he's magical or something."]]]
[center [font "Times New Roman" The man put her dress in a bag, taking care to make sure it didn't wrinkle and was properly covered. He considered his next words for a moment before saying them. [b "It's true. I've seen it. When the floods destroyed the city, he pretty much helped rebuild it. He rescued people without lifting a finger. Put buildings back together. It was amazing."]]]
[center [font "courier new" [+teal "Sounds like he's pretty amazing then, huh?"] [font "times new roman" The demigod thanked him for his help and exited the store wondering what the hell kind of magic could save a whole city from a hurricane and its floods.]]
[center [font "Times New Roman" [size24 - xxx -]]]
[center [font "Times New Roman" Damaris Kommissar showed up to the ball positively high. She had smoked before getting dressed so figuring out how to put on the dress and do her hair and makeup was absolutely hilarious. She wasn't so high that she was off doing crazy stunts, but she was pretty up there.]]
[center [font "Times New Roman" She'd pinned her hair up in flowing curls after watching about 10 YouTube videos and failing to do what she really wanted to do. Her makeup was simple because she wasn't really makeup-inclined, just some eyeliner, eyeshadow, and highlighter to make her eyes and cheekbones pop. Overall, her look was simple and meant to blend in more than anything.]]
[center [font "Times New Roman" Once she was accepted into the household, Damaris was initially amazed at the huge structure. It was spacious and beautifully decorated--this wasn't the kind of decorating you could do in a couple of months or probably even years. Everything looked like it had a backstory.]]
[center [font "Times New Roman" Her mind wandered as her body carried her through the crowds of laughing and drinking people. They all looked absolutely extravagant and some part of her wished she could be here on her leisure and enjoy the company, maybe even find someone she could spend the night with.]]
[center [font "Times New Roman" Sometimes the loneliness could creep up on you. It caught you when you weren't looking, like a spider venturing from its web, and strangled you.]]
[center [font "Times New Roman" She came to an area roped off by velvet ropes like a VIP club. No one seemed to be too close to them and there were no security guards in sight. There was a door, closed, with a label that said [b BASEMENT]. She was intrigued. Why would it be roped off--what was there to hide if you didn't mind inviting an entire city onto your estate?]]
[center [font "Times New Roman" The woman looked around briefly before trying the door. The handle turned and the door cracked about three inches open before refusing to go anymore. She tried to shoulder it open without being too obvious but it was literally resisting all of her effort. Eventually she gave up, snapping finger guns at the door for a job well done on its end at refusing to open.]]
[center [font "Times New Roman" Damaris felt her phone vibrate as she approached the open bar. She drummed her fingers on the fine wood as she opened it, seeing a dozen missed calls from numbers she routinely ignored and even more text messages. The one that she did open was from Kael, asking her if she was nearby. She grinned a little, squinting at the brightness of the phone through the haze of her drugs, typing out a reply: [b 'i'm already here at the bar, you better look good'] and putting her phone away. The bartender nodded to her and sat her drink before her on a coaster; she gratefully offered him a smile and picked it up, turning around in time to see a young man gather the attention of all the guests to tell a story.]]
[center [font "Times New Roman" Honestly, she was amazed. She couldn't tell if it was because she had smoked two blunts alone or if it was because his story was honestly that riveting. [i That] was Christopher Silvers, who she was supposed to be here to kill. He, very obviously, did not fear people finding out about his avid and probably careless magic use. He advertised it and used it in front of who-knew-how-many people. She sipped on her drink continuously throughout his performance, but her eyes were glued to him.]]
[center [font "Times New Roman" Damaris was surprised to make eye contact with him--her heart fluttered for a moment out of fear and excitement. Fear she'd been found out so quickly but also the excitement that it would be over and there would be no more wondering. She managed to keep the eye contact constant as he weaved through the crowd and over to her. When he was close enough, she could see that his eyes were purple, which was pretty interesting to her. It wasn't natural and none of the witches she'd killed had purple eyes.]]]
[center [font "Times New Roman" She knocked back the rest of her drink and let him lead her to the dancefloor. There were no words exchanged--there was no need for them. His eyes said it all and she was smart enough to understand. Once they had chosen a spot on the floor, she still hadn't spoken, just studied him. He was a handsome man and young--too young for this house just to be his even though she hadn't seen anyone else who claimed to live there or at all be related to him. All of it didn't add up and she was a little fearful of trying to do this with so little actual information on the Oldest Magic in New Orleans.]]
[center [font "courier new" [+teal "I wonder who's telling you these things about me,"] [font "times new roman" she casually interjected. Her heart fluttered like a hummingbird when he mentioned she'd tried to get into the basement. She hadn't seen any kind of security or cameras, and he certainly hadn't been in the vicinity, so who the hell told him? The door? [font "courier new" [+teal "Following rules has never really been interesting, has it?"]] Damaris returned his bow in the form of a nod of acknowledgement and watched him disappear off into the crowd.]]
[center [font "Times New Roman" Her lungs were tight from holding her breath.]]
[center [font "Times New Roman" The blonde looked around at all the dancing couples before rushing off of the dancefloor. Her first thought was to go back to the bar to get something to calm her nerves, which was where she was headed when she caught sight of Max. She altered her path to approach him, and upon seeing him, her mind emptied of the present danger and she beamed, a smile extra wide under the influence. [font "courier new" [+teal "Aw, you look so cute. The suit fits you, wallflower."]] She looked him over in approval before remembering they were missing one. [font "courier new" [+teal "I forgot about the other one--where's Kael? The walls talk here and there are ears [i everywhere]. We need to regroup."]]]
[size10 Ethan had but one option. He had to listen to what the invitation had said, but it was something he did not wish to do so soon. Stepping away from group he held his hand up as members of the underworld had stepped up to offer the ghost assistance in his needs of finding whatever he was looking for in the library. Silence that was all he gave them as an answer. Slowly, almost agonizingly slow he left the library and returned to the halls of the underworld.]
[size10 While among the Halls Ethan had been given a black letter. A small piece of paper with but a name on the paper, Enya. What is it that the Hades wanted from the ghost? Flipping it over again another single word appeared, paired, Perhaps it was a message meant for the ball invitation it had after all said that they would need a partner to go with them. It was only but a moment of peace he had while remaining in the underworld. Continuing to walk to halls the Centurion had found the one place he had hoped not to see for quite some time. The residential part of the underworld, found within the Palace of Hades as was most of the souls whom did nothing big in their lives. Outside the walls however seemed a different place, while Hades ran it like an office building it still did operate the same as myth held. The field of strife wasn’t a field at all and it had been where Ethan and his family had been plucked from to serve Hades.]
[size10 Ethan would serve the big man while his family remained within the walls. If he failed to do any task Hades had desired the male would simply put his younger sibling back in the field of strife, or even his mother. The few times Ethan had heard what was happening he vowed he would never miss another target, for even his memory of the place long ago still drew as if it was yesterday. The skin on your body was peeled away slowly by hands of others to try and cover their own bodies. The memories of your death in the mortal realm haunted your every moment and even worse you felt it over and over and over. That however was the light punishment. If hades had wished it so much worse things could happen.]
[size10 Taking a deep breath to settle his nerves and stop the shaking in his hands the bright eyed male stepped into the residential halls. Passing several people as he walked with purpose they seemed to move out of the way. While normally Ghost didn’t come here, they radiated power off them, it was because they had been elevated by Hades and so received a slight portion of what Ethan called perdition. They were forever under Hade’s hand until he disposed of them or they were killed in the mortal realm. It was this power the male pushed out, he knew while he could be hurt none of these ghosts would risk the wrath of Hades for touching a servant of his, even if it was just a loyal dog.]
[size10 Stopping at the second floor’s seventh door Ethan knocked twice before taking a key out and putting it into the lock and unlocking the front door. Stepping inside the room it wasn’t exactly a room at all, or even a small apartment, but more a dream like state. Those inside resided inside their last home in the mortal realm. Ethan was greeted with a scream from a child, however before he could see even a little boy running out a plate flew from the kitchen at his head which he easily moved away from.]
[size10 [b “NOW YOU RETURN, NOW YOU SEE FIT TO COME SEE YOUR FAMIL!!!!”] A loud screeching voice came from the kitchen as did the smell of cinnamon and apples. Oh how he missed his mother, but he knew she would answer him coming home in such a manner she greeted his father in the same way every time he would go to market and not return for a few days. [b “YOU CHOOSE NOW, MY BIRTHDAY TO MAKE AN APPERIANCE!?!?!?”] The women kept ranting and raving, but no more dishes came flying from the kitchen.]
[size10 Eventually however the women’s screams became that of sobs. Another fact he would point out that while his mother would rage, it would only last but a few minutes and then turn to apologetic sympathy and tears. Slowly stepping away from the door he had come in and into the bedroom just off the living room he could smell it. The smell hit home and had almost made him once again tear up, but instead he started shaking again. The smell was of an earthy smell mix with vanilla, cinnamon, and a freshly fallen snow. Stepping up to a small wardrobe he opened it up to see a man’s finery clothing kept in pristine condition. Stepping inside for but a moment he withdrew after pulling one of the clothing pieces off. Hearing the voice of his mother behind him he spun around. [b “It suits you, and your father would be so glad to see you wear it, even if it is for that man.”] The man his mother was speaking of was none more than Hades, but it didn’t matter Ethan would obey his command even if it meant destroying his family in the process.]
[size10 Stepping over to the mirror the man drew up the clothing to his chest and held it for but a moment. Slipping out of his normal street clothing he now held he slipped into the suit. Drawing first the white shirt across his chest it was fine cotton, but it was somewhat past what it should have been on his wrists, but it didn’t hide his hands. Next he drew up the pants and tucked in the shirt with it. [b “Oh you missed the back here.”] Feeling his mother help him straighten up the shirt in the pants he turned and smiled at his mother. Kissing her forehead as she handed him the next piece of clothing a simple vest, made with Ivory buttons, but the cloth itself was made of golden silk, the time itself even matched the vest. Last the jacket was put on with a fine black coloration almost as dark as the man’s heart.]
[size10 Turning to once again face his mother the male only found his younger sibling whom had a glow in their eye of admiration. [b “I was hoping you’d come by. Momma said you were here, but I couldn’t believe it, I thought you were papa for a moment.”] Hearing those words struck home, Ethan had after all strived to be like his father. A successful businessman, a Senator of Rome, and even more importantly Imperator and Emperor, but his dreams were crushed upon his death and even worse the murder of his family because of it.]
[size10 The small boy smiled and started a bit of tears in his eyes wiping them away. [b “Please don’t leave at least stay for dinner, Mother would be so happy to have you stay for her birthday.”] Ethan just smiled and patted the boy on the head his blonde hair flowed like a ray of sunshine. [b “I must go, Hades has need of me.”] stepping out of the room and back into the hallway the centurion found the one person he was looking for again. Enya, a girl of Envy and bloodlust it seemed. Without fail she capped her marks with poison and arrows. [b “It seems my dear Hades wishes for us to go to this Ball together.”] holding up his black letter with his index and forefinger he just shrugged letting the thing catch on fire as he dropped to the floor.]
[size10 Crushing a blue pearl in his hand and tossing it to his partner he smiled. Taking another from his pocket and crushing it and keeping it himself. Both seemed to be in New Orleans. [b “Perhaps the address on our invitations is where we should start. This is after all why we are dressed up.”] Pulling it out of the inside pocket he held it just like he did with the black letter. Taking out his phone as well he snapped the photo and called up a taxi for them. Arriving on the doorstep just in time for the doors to open and the grand speech was given. Perhaps it was a ruse a show of absence.]
[size10 As the music played Ethan had danced in the middle of the room. In his mind close enough to this Christopher as he wanted, however to his surprise he disappeared a few times out of sight. However his eyes once again caught sight of the man as he came view this time upon the stage. His voice enthralled the guests and weaved a power of mystery. Ethan didn’t even realize he was drawn to the music, or even to his story until it was over. This boy, no this witch, had more power then he let on, and even more then he seemed to show. He could sense something was amiss when he came down from the stage, His eyes went up instead of staying level.]
[size10 Following his eyes Ethan’s eyes fixed upon the Scythe held above the door. Damn this witch, not only did he kill a Demi-god, but a Ghost as well. He knew the Scythe well, even from this far angle. It was the one Ghost that had disappeared decades ago. Malia Winters, the teacher to them all. Malia was the first Ghost ever made by Hades, and she outlasted many of her kind, even to the extent of having killed a few rogue ghosts who tried to live a second mortal life. She had been sent to New Orleans for a mark, but did not return. The great Malia Winters didn’t have a nickname others called her by, but instead her name had its prestige, and even its Reputation.]
[size10 Anger was all that followed after he returned his gaze to Christopher. He didn’t expect Malia was sent to hunt Christopher, and to have died to a boy so young in age, but that wasn’t the case. She was sent two decades ago, which made this boy at least forty years in age, so why did he look yet so young.? How was it possible? Even with magic on his side one could not live forever at least no one known could do so.]
[size10 Catching the eyes of the crowd as Christopher danced his way around with his choice of partner Ethan returned to Enya. [b “We need a plan, Everyone should meet in the garden. We should spread out and find Andras and Lilith.”]]
[center [http://img11.deviantart.net/1442/i/2016/012/a/1/wow_artifact__balance___scythe_of_elune_by_chewiebaka-d9nru3e.jpg Malia's scythe]]
[center [size10 The ball had started at least to the guests that had arrived, and as it continued more arrived by the minute. Mostly in pairs or in small groups of four or six usually, the largest group he had seen step through the door was a party of twelve people he had guessed they were all friends who had decided they would sit at a table all to themselves. Finding himself partner less at his own ball Christopher just sighed perhaps it was time to find his partner in crime. As he walked the open rooms Christopher had spotted a few people trying to disappear into places of his home they weren’t suppose to go. Casual waving his hand however they seemed to be turned all around. The first doorway they went through however would take them right back outside without them even knowing it.]]
[Center [size10 The bright stary eyed male kept his guests happy of course he was always glad to, he could hear the laughter coming from the rooms and the chit chatter about how extravagant the ball was this year, or how it seemed odd he would open up even more rooms then usual as well. Christopher knew beyond that he wanted to be able to keep an eye on the guests while making sure things went smashing. He would give them freedom to a degree while in his home, But that degree was only a match comparatively to the inside of his home which was more immaculate then the outside let on.]]
[Center [size10 The outside of the Silver’s Mansion stayed the same a grand view of the city of Orleans below, a grand entryway which had six doors leading off it. The first door was on the left which lead right into the Giant ball room which was now full of guests and musicians. A stag set against the northeastern corner with a window facing outside and set away from the rest of the house. The second door on the right lead to the kitchen which was medium in size and could hold the entire kitchen staff which seemed to be buzzing around preparing the food for guests and making sure drinks and such were always filled. The third and final door in the bottom level lead to the basement which had a small maze at the bottom of the stairs and on the other side of the maze was several cells made of solid stone in one said room hung James’s body.]]
[Center [size10 Up the flight of stairs from the front door it lead both left and right, a door at the end of the landing the door on the right lead into a small private sleeping area in which Christopher called his own off it was also the master bathroom and walk in closet. It is also called the upper west wing. To the center lead into a hallway which seemed to hold enough rooms to house up the entire staff of the household. At the end of the hall lead to another set of stairs leading up to the roof. The left doorway lead to an office space and giant library, which even gave the library of the underworld a run for its money.]]
[Center [size10 The inside of the house however was much bigger in design. The building could house the entire population of Orleans and London combined, and it seemed it was growing ever so slowly. The grand ball room lead out into the garden which was also maintained by staff of the house. Somewhere in the house if you explored far enough you would even find an indoor pool that seemed to it could hold even the Caspian sea in the room. Spanning almost six hundred feet in width and nearly twice that in length and standing fifteen feet from floor to ceiling. The east wall however was made entirely of glass to overlook the beautiful view of the Lake Pontchartrain.]]
[Center [size10 One thing people weren’t allowed in however was the separate building from off the mansion. Not even Christopher would go in there unless he needed to. It was one giant Monument and mausoleum. The thing was designed to look like the great pyramids of Giza, only much larger and more self affective. It was covered in Ivory and lined with gold. On the inside laid the entire Silver line going all the way back to the very first member ever born in the United states the entrance to the mausoleum was just on the other side of the garden lined with solar power lights and surrounded by water so the only way to get to it was across a walkway that had the lights on it as well.]]
[Center [size10 Christopher had watched his guests with close eyes as the music had but paused a moment he smiled and held up his hands. [b “For now ladies and gentleman We are going to give our Musicians a rest and let them get some refreshments and some food in their bellies. While we wait I will tell you a story.”] as he tapped the microphone the room went dark. The instruments that were left started playing themselves. Playing a somewhat darker music theme. When the music started a few voices seemed to also come out of thin air. [b “Hush now ladies and gents, hush now. For I shall tell you a fairytale of old. “]]]
[Center [size10 Once again waving his hands in mid air they seemed to glow a light blue in color. A small light came next to him. [b “In the time of the ancient gods, dragons ruled the skies and kingdoms rose and fell at the end of a sword. Legendary quests beckoned with the promise of danger and glory, and only a brave few dared to answer the call. For honor and vengeance they ventured forth with steel and sorcery to combat the merciless legions of darkness. For it was said that those who answered the call were possessed of the warrior spirit, and the blood of the dragon flowed through their veins.”]]]
[Center [size10 As he told his story a giant figure appeared in the light. At first it was nothing more than a man, but it grew six arms horns, eyes, even wings. It had become a dragon. Slowly shifting again it became a castle which crumbled away into yet another figure of a human, only this one was fighting someone else with a sword in one hand and a ball of magic in the other. As the words were finished the figure it seemed grew closer and close, however it was just the magic Christopher was working. The figure changed to be once again a dragon.]]
[Center [size10 The music lightening up slightly. [b “As the heroes fell to the legions and even become a part of it. It seemed all hope was lost especially when creatures from the earth itself started fighting them. The light of hope was rekindled when but one hero stood among them all. Covered in stars and blessed by the gods with unnatural powers. He pushed back the tide of darkness and even reclaimed the brave few that fell to his side. Eventually pushing the legion back into the places they had come.”]]]
[Center [size10 With his words the room once again turned black, however a single bright light appeared from the black dust that hung in the air. The dust shifted to once again take on the figure of a human, only this one was a female who held a bow and arrows in her hands. A clock fell behind her and the battle continued to rage in the magical light. Seeing as many guests seemed not only startled but entertained and almost drawn into the story he smiled. [b “With the day won the realm turned back to normal for a time. Heroes still claimed glory in adventures of their own.”] Christopher snapped his fingers and the light died away, but the music continued for just a few more moments. Looking out over the crowd his eyes hovered on their eyes.]]
[Center [size10 Smiling and clapping his hands the lights slowly grew back to their normal glow. As he stepped down from the stage his eyes however caught a glimpse of the scythe he held above the doorway. It seemed to be giving off an ice blue glow which must have meant that whatever that creature was there was more of them here at his ball. It also however must mean he was on Osiris’s bad side, but he guessed it was more Hades now as many of the Greeks would call the god of the underworld. It must also mean then that more of the Demi-gods had to be around to, hades wouldn’t send just his underdogs to hunt down a Witch who had after all killed a child of the god of eternity and time.]]
[Center [size10 Catching a few eyes Christopher once again stepped into the crowd, however this time he swooned a lady with snowflake blonde hair all pinned and curled up. Her dress was that of black silk dazzled with black glitter giving off a shinny look to it. Her natural Ice blue eyes seemed to draw in Christopher’s bright purple ones. To the dance floor he lead her away from the bar at which she sat drinking God knows what kind of alcohol. Starting into the waltz as the music once again started up he smiled to his new partner while speaking in a plain tone. [b “I am told you didn’t come here with anyone.”]]]
[Center [size10 He kept his movements fluid like as his words came out so only his guest he had with him could hear. [b “I am also told that you tried to go into the basement, which is off limits. I would think the red ropes would have done the job.”] Stopping the waltz as the music seemed to die down to sign the end of the song. Christopher bowed to his guest and smiled. [b “I would hope to not see you disobey the guidelines of the ball so soon.”] As he stepped away Christopher once again seemed to disappear into the crowd.]]
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[center [size15 [Josefin+Sans Kael lifted a brow when the other male spoke, revealing the name of the wicked witch. He wondered briefly on how Max had gotten the name in the first place but past experiences had taught Kael that Demigods, like himself, has special ways in obtaining information. He himself would often summon souls from below to use as scouts, he had no doubt that he was on Hades shit-list.]]]
[center [size15 [Josefin+Sans A cold chill blew past as the trio stood there, Kael was glad that he happened to put on a thick sweater before coming. When Damaris mentioned a website something ticked in him, a swell of rage began to build within him as he instantly grabbed his cell phone from his pocket and typed [i "The Oldest Magic In New Orleans"] into the Google Search bar. His lips turned into a frown, he had to stop himself from grinding his teeth. [#800080 [b "You have got to be kidding me, he's literally advertising himself."]] He said in astonishment, shoving the electronic device back to where it belonged.]]]
[center [size15 [Josefin+Sans He was officially pissed, this [i Witch] was inviting all of New Orleans to a ball, it was almost too perfect of an opportunity to get close to the guy. As Damaris continued to look at the website, he backed up against the tree and leaned against it, crossing his arms over his chest. As he stood there quietly, letting the other two talk, a sudden stab of pain in his head caused him to flinch. It was a familiar feeling, one that made him cringe. [i [#E9967A "My son, what are you doing?"]] His mother, the great and powerful Hecate. She was also a pain in his side.]]]
[center [size15 [Josefin+Sans He decided to ignore her for now, looking to Damaris. [#800080 [b "This smells like the perfect trap, in my opinion, he's obviously a well-known witch and I have no doubt that he has heard of our....recent activities. Though I agree....we've got no choice but to go."]] He stated, looking to the car where Dennis was still waiting, probably listening to The Backstreet Boys CD Kael Had given him for Christmas. [i [#E9967A "Are you ignoring me? You're ignoring me, aren't you? How ware you ignore your mother?"]] This woman just needed to leave him alone, he knew what she wanted him to do and it was something that he couldn't do.]]]
[center [size15 [Josefin+Sans With a sort of chuckle, Kael turned his back and began to walk to his car, stopping though to give the pair behind him a grin. [#800080 [b "Well ladies, let's go party. I'll see ya there."]] Kael had gotten into the car without a word, Dennis knew better than to ask questions so simply looked at the window as they pulled away from the park. [i "This is it...this is my Revenge for you"] The male thought, gripping the steering wheel tightly. This was something he was going to have to do, something he needed to do. He was certain that Kael and Max also wanted to get their revenge, but he wanted to be the one to end this Christopher Silvers life.]]]
[center [b ~~~]]
[center [size15 [Josefin+Sans Kael walked next to Max, straightening the flaps of his coat as grumbled about how much he hated looking like a penguin. The damn thing had been expensive to rent and he had a strong feeling that the darn thing wouldn't survive the night. As the group of ready partiers stood there waiting, the doors to the mansion opened wide and a man stepped out. He gave a speech of this and that and then blended into the crowd. Letting out a sigh, he pulled down his own mask and then took out his cell phone, shooting a quick text to Damaris.]]]
[center [size15 [Josefin+Sans [b "Are you nearby?"] Was all he sent, he hadn't seen her since she hadn't shown up with them. He wondered if she had really put on some sparkly dress and heels or if she had just grabbed something shabby and was wearing sneakers underneath. Both made him snicker.]]]
[left [pic http://i.imgur.com/uDaaLru.png]] [google-font https://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Josefin+Sans] [josefin+sans [size15 After looking around the city, she decided to go back to the Library. Perhaps the Keeper knew where they were. So without further ado, she gathered her scythe, then tapped it. All you needed was an item from Hell to enter Hell. All of a sudden she was in the library.]]
[josefin+sans [size15 As she saw the other's gathered around the Keeper, she rushed towards them. And wondered what was going on. She was about to ask. but then hesitated.]]
[josefin+sans [size15 All of a sudden, the Keeper walked up to her. And gave her a black envelope “Masked figures will be dazzled with starlight and stones from the earth, but do not be decided even the friendliest of faces can be one of an enemy.” He repeated the riddle to her, since she was in New Orleon's when he said it.]]
[josefin+sans [size15 She frowned, then opened the letter. Seeing that they were invited to a party. Then she thought about the riddle, perhaps this was what the Keeper was talking about? [I "Masked figures will be dazzled with starlight and stones from the Earth"] she didn't know what [I "but do not be decided even the friendliest of faces can be one one of the enemy"] meant. Then she revised [I "even the friendliest of faces can be one one of the enemy"] and thought who would be the enemy.]]
[josefin+sans [size15 When Andras asked about the dresses, Enya disagreed, but she didn't say anything. If they weren't wearing dresses, then it would look odd. After all, it was a ball.]]
[josefin+sans [size15 However, how was she going to get a dress? she didn't have any money.]]
[josefin+sans [size15 "I don't think so." She replied. Besides, how was she going to fight in a dress?]]
[josefin+sans [size15 Whilst she was pondering on whether to get a dress or not. She decided she would first visit her Family. And friend's. She didn't have any Parent's, but she had a Brother and a Sister. However, she hadn't seen them in ages. So perhaps it wasn't such a good idea.]]
[josefin+sans [size15 "I'm ready when you are." she said, as she waited for the other's to head out.]]
[josefin+sans [size15 Whilst she was waiting, she decided to have a look at some of the books. Some of them held a history about the Oldest Magic in New Orleon's. She decided to open it. And found a language she couldn't understand. Latin. She sighed. And put the book back. Wondering what to do next.]]
[josefin+sans [size15 She decided to ask the Keeper about this new found Magic. But he wasn't very helpful.]]
[left [pic http://i.imgur.com/EhEYc7D.png]] [google-font https://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Josefin+Sans] [josefin+sans [size14 When August had told the news to Daamaris, she didn't seem surprised, and didn't ask question's "Christopher Silvers, huh?" He followed her to the computer. They found a public website 'Oldest Magic in New Orleans', and he's twelve? he would have been impressed if he didn't kill his friend.]]
[josefin+sans [size14 When Damaris suddenly slouched into the chair; he frowned, wondering what was wrong with her.]]
[josefin+sans [size14 Anyway, after looking at the web page, he asked, "What do we do now?"]]
[josefin+sans "[size14 Well it's obvious, isn't it? We have to go." she then showed them the picture of the witch and the address.]
[josefin+sans [size14 When Damaris was finished, he said "but what if it's a trap?" as they were invited. And what were they going to do once they were at the ball? the witch was immortal.]]
[josefin+sans [size14 Then she offered them a smile. He tried to smile back. But it was strained. As he was worried about the ball. The oldest magic of new Orleons against four demigod's. They would have to be careful.]]
[josefin+sans [size14 "Our time zone is only, like, an hour ahead of that one, so if we leave now, we should be able to settle down into the city for a bit before going to crash the party. I definitely don't have anything ball-worthy so I might stick out a little, you know? But what kinda person really keeps extravagant ball gowns hanging around their house?"]
[josefin+sans [size14 August agreed. He knew he didn't keep extravagant ball gowns or suits around the house. But he knew someone who did.]]
[josefin+sans [size14 His Father.]]
[josefin+sans [size14 He once had a Mansion the Mortal world. And still does. But he decided to stay in Mount Olympus and not do anything about the Mansion. Since he is a God.]
[josefin+sans [size14 "Well, I know someone who does. But i'm not sure if it's still there. So I think i'll be going there before New Orleons." he stated. He would have told Damaris. But he wasn't sure about her trust. He didn't want to give her one of his Mother's dresses if she was going to betray them again. Also that place would be where he was staying until the party was over.]]
[center [josefin+sans [size14 Several hours later]]]
[josefin+sans [size14 Luckily one of his Fathers suits fits, and so he made his way to New Orleons, when he had arrived. He saw Christopher standing at the entrance.]]
[josefin+sans [size14 After his introduction. Maximillian walked inside the house. He could barely move. He wondered where the other's were.]]
[josefin+sans [size14 What was he supposed to do until then?]]
[josefin+sans [size14 He decided to look around. If he could. See if he could find James.]]
[josefin+sans [size14 But as soon as he got to the stairs. He saw two pieces of rope attached to the landing. So he didn't.]]
[font "Times New Roman" Andras' heart started to beat harder out of barely withheld anger as she brought herself back to the library. She dreaded the place because all of her experiences with it were associated with the Keeper trying to assimilate her.]
[font "Times New Roman" When she had first died, Hades let her rot in Punishment. She had an endless amount of suffering every day. The way Punishment worked, it was personally suited to each and every soul, so you'd get what was coming to you. No one was too tough to scream. Sometimes, in the strange almost-not-rotting periods, she could hear the pain of others. In her previous life on earth, she thrived in it. It was her favorite music and only soundtrack. Then it had become the only thing she ever heard and she had become tired of her own voice.]
[font "Times New Roman" Hades rescued her so now she owed him. For eternity. He hadn't offered her any kind of plea regarding her service and working her way into Pleasure. She supposed none of them did.]
[font "Times New Roman" Keeper glanced at her only briefly when she entered. Such fond friends had no need to reintroduce themselves.]
[font "Times New Roman" When she was handed her envelope, she turned it around, upside down, and sniffed it. It wasn't just the ordinary envelope you could buy for a shilling; it was very obvious money was put into this. She already envied the witch and his arrogance.]
[font "Times New Roman" When the Centurion spoke--she practiced his name in her head--she tried to follow, but didn't move to open her envelope first. She waited for him to do it, and then the other woman--Lilian? Lila? L something--before doing it herself. She panicked seeing the English, mumbling under her breath to sound the words out.]
[font "Times New Roman" [+olive Wel...com-e... wait. E silent. Welcome. Och...o-c-c-upant. Welcome occupant or occupants."] She smiled to herself, but the victory was short-lived because The Centurion was done with the invitation at that point. She saw the word [i masquerade] and gave up anyway.]
[font "Times New Roman" The woman looked to Keeper for help, but he was gone. Now it was just them.]
[font "Times New Roman" The L-named woman--[i Lilith!]--grabbed the other female GHOST--[i Onion]?-- and spoke to her, and it took Andras a minute to translate it in her head. Although she grinned at getting to play--she'd certainly play with her assigned demigod--there was something that worried her. [+olive "Dresses?"] Even before she died she wasn't too fond of them. They were uncomfortable and weren't too good at hiding weapons that took the lives of men. [+olive "I will not. Dress are uncom-comfour--I do not like them."] She shook her head in case her words didn't get the point across that she was going for. [+olive "It is needed for mission? Or we can go?"]]
[font "Times New Roman" She had no family to say goodbye to, or at least none she bothered to communicate with after death. She wrote herself little letters before each mission that were kept in her room [i just in case]... but they'd go to no one. Most likely an assistant would find them and feed them to Hades who would hand them off to Keeper. They'd end up in the Underworld's trash. The fact that this did not bother her at all said a lot about her human life alone.]
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[center [size15 [Josefin+Sans Just before Lilith walked through the door to the Library she heard a low chuckle that caused her to stop. Releasing a sigh of annoyance, the dark-haired woman settled a hand on her hip and turned to look to her right, [#6B8E23 [b "Christopher, is there something I can do for you?"]] Lilith asked in a very condescending tone. Leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest was a [i very] attractive man, at least to regular standards. To her, he was just an annoying brat who had nothing better to do than to bug her all day.]]]
[center [size15 [Josefin+Sans [b "Oh, my sweet sweet sister, must you be so mean to me?"] The males tongue dripped with sarcasm. Pushing himself off the wall, the male walked up to Lilith with a cheesy grin on his face. [b "Your poor younger brother just wants to say hello, is that too much to ask?"] Lilith couldn't help but roll her eyes. This male, also known as Christopher Forte, was her younger twin brother. He had been raised in the Brothel alongside her and had the same.....[i tendencies] as she did. Fortunately for him he happened to live a little longer than she did, though he still ended up in this place.]]]
[center [size15 [Josefin+Sans [#6B8E23 [b "Oh brother, I'm certain that you aren't simply here to say hello. What do you want? I am a busy person, and honestly, I am in no mood to deal with you today."]] The male grabbed his chest and put on a face of pain as if the words she'd spoken had hurt him deeply. The whole act only annoyed Lilith even more, though irritating the woman wasn't hard as most things got on her nerves. [b "Pffft. Your no fun. I actually don't want anything from you today, I just came to wish you good luck. I know that you haven't gotten a mission from [i "Mr. Perfect ~~"] in ages. Also, don't die."] He said, imitating a girly squeal when he said his nickname for Hades. A groan slipped past Lilith's lips as she rubbed her forehead, this boy was too much like her sometimes that it scared her.]]]
[center [size15 [Josefin+Sans [#6B8E23 [b "Whatever, you don't care what happens to me. Go find some harlot to terrorize instead of me, will ya?"]] she snapped, grabbing the handle to the library door and pulling it open. As she began to shut it behind her she could hear Christopher saying something about there being no good girls in hell, that they were all sluts who were too 'willing'. As she shut the door all the way she sighed, [#6B8E23 [b "I haven't even left yet and I have a headache."]] She muttered to herself, walking through one of the aisles and stepping out to join the other Ghosts who had already gathered.]]]
[center [size15 [Josefin+Sans [i [b "Now that everyone is here. I was told to give you this parting piece of information. The witch that you seek is in the mortal realm, and in the Crescent city.” - “Masked figures will be dazzled with starlight and stones from the earth, but do not be decided even the friendliest of faces can be one of an enemy.”]]]]]
[center [size15 [Josefin+Sans Lilith stared at the envelope in her hand, looking up for a moment to look at how her fellow GHOSTs were reacting to what they all had been given. She wasn't sure if she wanted to open it first or not, she typically hated doing things first. As that one saying goes, first is the worst. Thankfully she didn't have to open it, Ethan spoke up and ripped it open, reading what was written on the white letter within.]]]
[center [size15 [Josefin+Sans While she was a demon-of-sorts, when Lilith heard the words Masquerade and ball her eyes lit up. Yes, she knew that they were supposed to be hunting those pesky demi-gods that they'd been assigned, but she was still a girl. What girl didn't love to go to parties while looking fabulous? Plus this was an opportunity. Tossing the letter off to the side, she let out a laugh. [#6B8E23 [b "You guys do know what this means right? How often do we get to leave this dreary place and [i play?]"]] She states, imagining herself in a fantastic dress drenched in the blood of some toy she picked up. Without thinking she grabbed Enya's hands and stared at her with her dark eyes, [#6B8E23 [b "That also means....we need dresses! cause I sure as hell don't have anything fancy enough to wear at a ball."]]]]
The male was walking down the hallway to the library when he could tell something was wrong. What was it exactly? Not even the ghost could tell, but the feeling was there. Just as he turned the corner a fist met his left knee cap which made him drop down to the floor. What had dropped the Centurion to the floor so easily? Looking up to see the face of a soft skinned child no more than the age of eight with tears in his eyes and a fist pulled back ready to swing at Ethan a second time.
As the child swung Ethan grabbed his hand and instead of having the normal ghost answer he just pulled the boy into a hug. [#5313cd “It will be fine Calipi.”] the little child began balling their eyes out and punching the man in the chest just throwing loose punches into it. [#0bbc23 “You left us, You left us…You died and you left us.”] Ethan picked up the little child still holding him close to his chest. [#5313cd “I am sorry Calipi, it couldn’t be helped.”]
Those words seemed to put a pause to the boy’s crying as he pulled away from him. [#0bbc23 “Mother was so worried about you, and when your shield was brought to her she nearly died of heart ache. I had to take care of her.”] Smiling at the little boy and brushing back the long blonde hair he only kissed the boy’s forehead. [#5315cd “The man of the house now; I’m proud of you Calipi, but I need to get to work. Hades has an important job for me. Once this is done I will come stay with you for a long while.”]
It seemed to make the little boy glow a bright radiant color, but he knew it was a lie. Hades always had use for his ghosts and to release one was unheard of, not unless they were released, and that was by death. Everyone also knew that if you died while already dead there was no going to the Underworld, no going to tartarus, you just vanished, became nothing more than dust in the air, ash in a fire, or air in someone’s lungs. Setting the boy back down Ethan pulled a small horse figurine from his back pocket and handed it to him.
Staying on his knees Ethan with his index finger lifted the little boy’s chin.[#5313cd “Wish mother a happy 30,182nd birthday for me will you. I’m sure she will be happy to know you remembered.”] Wiping away the boy’s tears that were left hanging on his check he kissed him one last time.
Standing up the male went back to his cold stone face and returned on his march back to the library. Eventually making it to the doors he only scolded himself. He was the first one to have left the armory, even the first to probably head this direction, but the last one to arrive out of all the ghosts. It seemed however the keeper was waiting for them all to gather up before speaking.
Coming in through the doors one could see bookshelves floor to ceiling covered in volumes, scrolls in little hideaway cubbies, papyrus wrappings and books neatly placed upon their shelves, and even the newer volumes of books and the audio books all seemed to have a place. It was like the inside of Notre Dame had been converted into one giant vault of knowledge.
Hearing the booming voice of the keeper call out to him Ethan stepped up next to his fellow ghost Andres and nodded. [b “Now that everyone is here. I was told to give you this parting piece of information. The witch that you seek is in the mortal realm, and in the Crescent city.”] handing a blank black envelope to each one of the ghosts he smiled and walked away. [b “Masked figures will be dazzled with starlight and stones from the earth, but do not be decided even the friendliest of faces can be one of an enemy.”]
[I Great more riddles] was all that came from Ethan’s thoughts as he was listening to the keeper; looking down at the little black envelope now in his hands he turned it over several times. Was it a trap? Why was it black? Why was it sealed with a red wax? Upon closer inspection one could tell that the envelope was indeed blank, no return address, nothing was on them. Nothing that was except the small red ribbon bound around the middle of the thing sealed with an even darker red candle wax and press. The seal was that of a pair of swords crossed in an x shape and a moon between the two blades.
Looking up at the other ghosts he just shrugged it off [#5313cd “Who’s going to break into their invitation first?”] seeing no one moved he just pulled out a small knife and broke the seal. Pulling out a small white letter and reading it out loud he read.
[center [size10 [I Welcome Occupant or Occupants]]]
[center [size10 [I You are hereby invited to the masquerade ball at the silvers estate. This will require one mask of your design and choosing. One formal ware, again of your choosing. And one partner in which to accompany you to this ball. The address for this ball is 3600 Loyola Ave, New Orleans, Louisiana 70115]]]
[Center [size10 [I Signed Your's truly]]]
[Center [i Christopher Silvers]]
Shocked by this letter The centurion reread the letter in his head. How could a Witch be so daring to throw a ball at this time knowing that he is being hunted?
[center [font "Times New Roman" Damaris was resisting a smile that was purely selfish as she looked upon the two men before her. She didn't know James well except for his trespasses against her, so honestly she wanted to spit on his grave, but she convinced herself she was a good enough actress to pull this off.]]
[center [font "courier new" [+teal "Christopher Silvers, huh?"]] [font "Times New Roman" She turned the name over in her mouth and considered it, watching the sun begin to peek over the far horizon. On a complete whim, she decided to put his name into a Google search.]]
[center [font "Times New Roman" The blonde didn't bother to ask Max where he'd gotten the name despite the fact that she had searched high and low and personally questioned every fucking witch in her path. They all said they didn't know anything and she believed them--it is very possible to reach a level of pain and fear where you would do anything to stop it. Loyalty is a fucking myth compared to suffering. There is no such thing as dying for another person just on something as stupid as [i honor].]]
[center [font "Times New Roman" At least, not in her head.]]
[center [font "courier new" [+teal "I can't believe the fucker is online. Like, there's a website. 'Oldest Magic in New Orleans', they call him. He's like... twelve. And throwing a ball in New Orleans!"]] [font "times new roman" For the most part, it felt surreal, but also extremely ethereal. This [i ball] was basically taunting them, daring them to show up. Damaris couldn't be stupid enough to go against the 'oldest magic in New Orleans' alone, so now she felt a little better about her decision to contact her new... partners. She scrolled down the page a little, her body slumping into the bench with tiredness she hadn't yet acknowledged. Now her adrenaline was running fast and strong.]]
[center [font "Times New Roman" It terrified her, but she could understand where serial killers got the taste from. Sometimes it terrified her so much she couldn't sleep at night and she'd just lie awake, sobbing, and staring into the darkness, something she'd come to recognize as herself.]]
[center [font "courier new" [+teal "Well it's obvious, isn't it? We have to go."]] [font "times new roman" She reversed her phone to show them. She pointed out the picture of the witch and the address of the ball. [font "courier new" [+teal "He invited almost the whole city and we aren't too far away now. I hope you've told your people you're going on a road trip."]]]
[center [font "Times New Roman" The woman offered them a smile; the grim feel to the air and the awkwardness was almost tangible in the air. It was almost as if sacrificing some of your closest friends was something completely unforgivable.]]
[center [font "Times New Roman" She didn't tell them, but even after it all, she didn't regret it. And given another chance, knowing how everything turned out, she would gladly do it again.]]
[center [font "courier new" [+teal "Our time zone is only, like, an hour ahead of that one, so if we leave now, we should be able to settle down into the city for a bit before going to crash the party. I definitely don't have anything ball-worthy so I might stick out a little, you know? But what kinda person [i really] keeps extravagant ball gowns hanging around their house?"]]]
the next post for the demigods is welcome to timeskip until they're arriving in new orleans if you want
also, the demigods' posts are collectively a few hours ahead of the GHOSTS, who are a few ahead of the witches. the ball is when they really all sync up and are in the same place at the same time
[left [pic http://i.imgur.com/EhEYc7D.png]] Max was still in mourning over his friend. He had known Chris had died from his demigod's. Even though they weren't in contact anymore, they knew that Chris had died as the Gods weren't very happy about it. And so the news had spread.
After he had heard the news, Max didn't do anything for a month. He didn't speak to anyone. And he only went out of his room to get food.
He wished he knew how his friend had died. But he didn't. All he knew was that he was dead.
He tried to figure it out during his mourning. But he couldn't. He pondered upon going to Mount Olympus himself. Since sometimes his Father would let him if he asked. And o he did just that.
So Max rose from his seat in the living room and decided to find a good place to speak to his Father. Which was easier said than done. As sometimes his Father wouldn't listen to him.
Five minutes later, he found himself outside in the city. Standing on a roof. He knew this was weird, but since one of his Father's ruling dominance was the sky, he thought that this would get his Father's attention.
"Sorry to disturb you Father. But I would like to visit you in Mount Olympus to talk about one of my friend's. I don't mind waiting for a reply if you're busy."
He waited for a while. Then suddenly a booming voice greeted him.
"[i Max!] it's good to see you. And you may visit me on Mount Olympus, But I may not have time to speak to you. I'll leave the gates open for you. "
Max frowned, wondering why his Father was being so generous. As his Father would usually tell him to visit him tomorrow.
"Alright then Father."
When Max had arrived on Mount Olympus, he closed the gates behind him, and saw his Father talking to Hecate. He decided to wait at the back.
When Max was finally seen, he talked to his Father about Christopher who died, and his Father told him that it was a Witch who killed him.
"A Witch, what Witch?" he replied, trying to control his anger.
"A Witch called Christopher Silver's."
On that note, his phone vibrated. Even though he didn't feel like looking at his phone, he did so anyway. It was from Damaris.
"Sorry Father, but I have to go."
Zeus said it was fine, and went back to talk to Hecate.
When Max was back in the Mortal world, he traveled inside his car to get to Whitaker Park. He would have traveled by air, but then he would probably get noticed by some mortals.
When he had arrived, he stepped out of his car and walked into the park. It didn't take him long until he saw a silhouetted figure next to a picnic bench.
[#800080 [b "But I agree that they need to pay...severely. I'm willing to use any means necessary to end their lives."]] He saw Kael next to a large tree.
[font "courier new" [center [+teal "Kael, wasn't he--he was your friend, right? The one that died? I didn't know him well but... These two witches, they just decided to kill him. I felt it--we all did. They have to pay. We have to do this."]]]
[b "They did kill him. And I have a name. Christopher Silver's."] Max said.
[left [pic http://i.imgur.com/uDaaLru.png]] When Enya was called to meet Hades, she couldn't believe it. She was actually meeting Hades! When she died, she had never met him; she was just made his GHOST by the Keeper.
As an assistant had rushed to her position, she told Enya that Hades was waiting for her in his office. She wondered why Hades needed them since, at least in her experience, they had never been called out before.
Whilst she was thinking, she made her way towards Hades' office, which took her longer than expected as this was her first time in Hades' office. She got a little lost but she made it just in time.
"Well hello, kiddies. Have I got a story for you. Listen--come in, take a seat if it interests you." She decided to take a seat. Not because it interested her--just because she was worn out.
"I'm assigning each of you to a demigod. It's come to my attention that they've taken up the hobby of... Well, killing witches." She wondered why but decided not to ask questions. "The Centurion, aside from wishing you'd choose a name that didn't have two words, I'm giving you Kael. Hecate's kid, looks like a bore. He sometimes hijacks souls from me, so I especially don't like him. Lilith, you have Damaris. Child of Rán who can apparently influence bodily fluids. Shouldn't be much a problem for you since she looks like she's still in her emo stage. Andras, you have XXX. Blah blah blah, work work work. All their information is in their file. If you want to mix and match like Crazy Sock Tuesdays, do that. Just--if you can bring them back alive, that would be best." She didn't see why they had to work as a team instead of finding the demigods themselves.
When he was finished, she stood up and made her way towards the weapons room, waiting until all the other GHOSTS had gathered their Scythes because Scythe room was packed. When they had gathered their Scythes she walked into the weapons room and gathered hers. It was just a simple bow. Now she needed to go to the potions room since she liked to add potions to her arrows.
So without further ado, she made her way towards the potions room. When she had found it, most of he potions were taken already. Who would take this many?
However, there were still some potions left, so she just took those.
When Enya was ready, she decided to find her fellow GHOSTS. She was starting to wonder where they were.
When she had left the building, she found herself in the mortal world. It was dark and cold. An immediate change from the underworld. Still, she was glad she was out of that place, since she hadn't seen much outside Punishment even after agreeing to become a GHOST.
She wished she would have brought a coat, though. At least she had bought a bag to hide her Scythe so she could shrink it.
After she had hidden her weapon, she decided to look around the city.
[center [left [pic http://i.imgur.com/GBjGnog.png]]]
[center [size15 [Josefin+Sans [b "Master, we are still unable to locate the [i witches"]]]]
[center [size15 [Josefin+Sans A creature with rotting skin, vibrant yellow eyes and clawed hands shuffled up to Kael, it's voice sounding like it had a sore throat from hell. The creature, which the Demigod had named Dennis, was a pretty ghastly thing, something that any human was scream and run at. Luckily for Kael he was able to use a glamour to make Dennis look like a nerdy accountant, which the ghoul sometimes liked because then he could do things that were, in his opinion, pretty boring. But he was loyal and a hard worker so kael pretty much let him do as he liked. Unfortunately at the moment he was annoyed that hey couldn't find two people, two witches to be precise.]]]
[center [size15 [Josefin+Sans The brunette let out a sigh of frustration as he ran long fingers through his hair, pushing himself off of the brick wall that he'd been leaning against. Dennis nervously shuffled his feet, the poor ghoul could feel the irritation coming off his master. [#800080 [b "I guess there's nothing we can do if you guys can't even find them."]] he said, walking out of the ally that he'd been waiting in and into a crowd of strangers. Kael shoved his hands into the pocket of his jeans, staring intently at the ground as he walked. Dennis followed, not sure on whether he should try to reassure his master or not. The male could be....temperamental at times. More than once Dennis had experience just how scary Kael had been, after all he [i was] his mother's favorite child, the ghoul wondered how the woman would react if she knew her prodigy son was hunting the witches she loved oh so much.]]]
[center [size15 [Josefin+Sans Since Kael wasn't paying attention to where he was walking Dennis has to make sure he wasn't running into random people by walking ahead of him. [i "Would she know? I haven't seen her in so long....I'm not sure if I want to."] The male thought to himself. The [i she] that he was referring to was Damaris Kommissar, someone he used to trust with his life. Now though, not so much. She had done something to him and another one of his friends that had caused them to lose their faith in her, though that story would be saved for a later date.]]]
[center [size15 [Josefin+Sans He probably wouldn't even be giving her a second thought if it wasn't for the face that she'd messaged him a few days ago, something about the witches that he himself was hunting. It really didn't surprise him that she knew about them, after all when the Demigod was killed they all felt it. It was an interesting thing, sort of like someone punching you in the gut with all their strength. It was only natural to find the ones who were responsible, to get revenge. For him it was a little more personal since the Demigod that had been killed was his friend. Not just his friend, but the person that he had a crush pretty much since the day he'd met them. He knew his mother would hate the fact that he was going after the witches but it was just something he had to do.]]]
[center [size15 [Josefin+Sans Kael was actually surprised she hadn't said something to him already. He'd taken care of two that had been [i bragging] about how great they were. They were the best in their field supposedly, experts. Just the thought made him laugh, they had absolutely no idea what real magic was. So he showed them what magic was by turning them into pesky frogs and ripping their limbs off. Slowly. He was surprised that he enjoyed the tortured and wondered if he was crazy. Probably. Most likely.]]]
[center [size15 [Josefin+Sans ~]]]
[center [size15 [Josefin+Sans Soon day turned to night and Kael found himself in his charger, Dennis in the passenger seat. After a lot of thinking and almost running into people, he had come to the decision to go and meet up with Damaris. He had told himself that he would do anything to avenge _, even if that meant working with someone he no longer trusted.]]]
[center [size15 [Josefin+Sans He wasn't sure how long he had been driving, felt like days when it had been hours. He was glad when he finally saw the sign that said [i Whitaker Park.] After driving for so long he was beginning to have butt pains and he was certain that Dennis was beginning to grow tired as well. Kael parked the car next to a jeep, wondering if that was the car Damaris had driven. He hesitated for a moment, wondering if he could look her in the eye, if there was ever a chance he could forgive her. He wasn't sure.]]]
[center [size15 [Josefin+Sans He exited the vehicle and slammed the door shut, Dennis staying so that he and the other two could talk in private. Though he could take souls and put them into rotting bodies he wasn't sure if those souls were completely loyal to him or Hades. He wasn't sure if they would cross him so Kael would normally leave them out of important conversations. Shoving his hands into his pockets, something that he usually did when he was nervous, he began to approached a picnic bench where he could clearly see a silhouetted figure.]]]
[center [size15 [Josefin+Sans [#800080 [b "Damaris, I think you know that I could care less what the gods think."]] He states boldly, leaning up against a large tree that was nearby. What she was saying was obvious and only made him annoyed. Of course the felt it, you always felt when a fellow Demigod was killed. [#800080 [b "But I agree that they need to pay...severely. I'm willing to use any means necessary to end their lives."]] Kael was willing to pull all the stops to get these witches off the face of the earth, and that said volumes considering he'd be going against his mothers wrath.]]]
[center [size15 [Josefin+Sans [b "Lilith you slut! Do you think you can sleep with whoever you want and not gain any backlash?!"]]]
[center [size15 [Josefin+Sans A woman with jet-black hair stopped walking down a dark hall when a squeaky, annoying voice assaulted her ears. The female frowned as she turned around, one hand settled on her hip with one of her eyebrows raised. Standing before her was a slender woman with platinum blonde hair, she stood there like she was the friggin' queen of sheba. [#6B8E23 [b "Excuse me, do I know you?"]] She asked, knowing exactly who this whiny girl was. She just wanted to piss her off a little bit get the blood flowing. The woman's face turned beat red in anger, her fists balling up as she walked towards Lilith. Did this chick really think she could take on [i Lilith]? [b "Your kidding me, right? Well since you can't seem to remember that you slept with my boyfriend, I'll just beat you till you can."]]]]
[center [size14 [Josefin+Sans A laugh slipped from her lips, she couldn't help it. Did this nobody realize who she was talking to? [#6B8E23 [b "Oh honey, I would suggest you back off before you break a fingernail. Besides, I have no time to be playing with you, I have more important things to attend to."]] The dark-haired woman began to turn around to continue walking down the hall. She really had no time to be dawdling about, her beloved Hades was summoning her. Just thinking about that beautiful body of his made her mouth water, god she just wanted to run her fingers down it. As her thoughts began to wander into forbidden territory the woman behind Lilith tried to rush at her, using her fist to try and punch her in the face.]]]
[center [size14 [Josefin+Sans She had to hand it to her, this girl had guts to be attacking someone of her caliber. However it would be futile and unfortunately she would be a little late to her meeting, but that man would get over it. After all, she needed to put those who didn't listen in their place. Easily side-stepping and avoiding the punch, Lilith stuck out her arm to grab the bitches arm. Using her unnatural strength, the woman flipped her over her head. As the other woman landed on her back, the floor beneath her cracked with the amount of force used. [#6B8E23 [b "Oopsie....I broke the floor again."]] Lilith muttered, wiping her hands of the chick, who by the way was now unconscious. Not bothering to keep her favorite person waiting any longer, Lilith continued down the long hallway.]]]
[center [size14 [Josefin+Sans Walking into the room, she noticed that the three others had also been summoned as well, which meant that shit was going down. A grin of excitement slipped slipped across her porcelain face as she stood among them, crossing her arms beneath her breasts. Lifting the file, she flipped the manila folder open to gaze at a picture of a girl. The smile that had been turned into a frown, this girl was her target. [i "She's too pretty...."] she thought to herself, snapping it shut as the dark-skinned male who ruled over them began to speak.]]]
[center [size14 [Josefin+Sans [b [i “The Centurion, aside from wishing you'd choose a name that didn't have two words, I'm giving you Kael. Hecate's kid, looks like a bore. He sometimes hijacks souls from me, so I especially don't like him. Lilith, you have Damaris. Child of Rán who can apparently influence bodily fluids. Shouldn't be much a problem for you since she looks like she's still in her emo stage. Andras, you have XXX. Blah blah blah, work work work. All their information is in their file. If you want to mix and match like Crazy Sock Tuesdays, do that. Just--if you can bring them back alive, that would be best."]]]]]
[center [size14 [Josefin+Sans Oh ho, so they couldn't kill their targets? Where was the fun in that. But perhaps....he never said she couldn't [i play] with her food. Bodily fluids against poisons, what an interesting combination. Thoughts of possible torture began to circulate through Lilith's head, she definitely try to get all the fun she could out of this mission. As the other's began to leave to prepare, Lilith stayed behind for a moment, leaning over the oak-wood desk to stare at Hades.[#6B8E23 [b "Your always so abrupt, can't even say hi to me. I get lonely, ya know..."]] She said with a pout. She would often tease him, in several ways. More than half the time though her efforts were in vain and she was left with nothing.]]]
[center [size14 [Josefin+Sans She was dismissed, and with a little shake of her hips Lilith waltzed out of the room, folder in hand. She made her way back to her room, walking in and tossing the file onto her vanity. She made sure that she needed everything that would come in handy. Various poisons mostly, one could never be too prepared.]]]
[center [size14 [Josefin+Sans Once satisfied, Lilith left the room and headed towards the place where they held most of the Scythes. They were weapons that were specially made and reserved for the GHOSTS. They were powerful items that had no equal, each one being unique in it's own way. She entered the room and a tiny creature with scaly skin and large green eyes came up to her. [b "Mi'Lady, did you need your Scythe?"] His voice was deep and gravely, but she thought that he was adorable. Patting his head, she reached into her pocket and produced something that looked like a graham cracker. [#6B8E23 [b "Of course, Charlie. I also came to bring you some cookies."]] As the tiny little monster got it, he nibbled away at it. He said some words that were muffled since their was food in his mouth but Lilith was certain that he said something about getting it for her.]]]
[center [size14 [Josefin+Sans A few minutes later Lilith was leaving the room. It looked like she hadn't grabbed anything, though if you looked closely you could see a tiny charm that was strapped to her hip. She hated carrying around something bulky like a Scythe so she got hers altered to grow and shrink at her will so that it didn't attract attention. Now that she was prepared and ready to go out, Lilith headed towards the Library.]]]
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