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Ash studied Sara for a moment, "Wait." Sara looked up. He spoke, "Carol showed me emotions. That's why my powers dwindled. I fed off of violence. With this change in myself though, I don't know what I am anymore. I fear I am not the same being as I once was. I feel lost and confused as pathetic as that sounds. I...wish to see this child. If you'll allow me to, Sara." She held a spark in her eyes. A form of hope. She nodded, "I think you'll like her." --- Xenos said, "I have a family. A wife and son. However, my attitude has become more violent. I fear for the safety of my family. I have let my powers get to my head. What do you suggest?" --- Blake nodded, "Ok. Thanks for....the shelter then. Goodnight sir." He laid on his side and threw the covers over himself. --- Dick had read the room and suddenly his cheery smile became a frown. He spoke, "I'm sorry about killing one of your own. And shooting the other fella. I know I can't take it back but I can make up for it, right? I'll give the location and everything will be fair." Will sighed, "I can see you are different now. Clearly, you're not trying to kill us but the law is the law." He pulled out some handcuffs. Dick held out his hands, "Guess it only makes sense." Will cuffed him, "I'll let your hands be in front of you for the sake of showing us whatever details you have. After that, they'll be behind you." Dick quickly went back to his eager smile and began talking about a paper company that was only disguised as such. The truth was that supernatural creatures were locked up and used for the assassin's gang and the boss. With the address given, Will reached for the cuffs. The cuffs suddenly fell off. Dick held up a lock pick, "Sorry fellas! But I don't look good in orange." He ran to a window and opened it. Will immediately reached out with his aura. Locking him in place. Dick awkwardly chuckled, "Right. I forgot you lot are special." --- Death replied, "Let us go see them! Surely, they are done with their chores."

Amelia faltered. "What do you mean she took your powers? Carol doesn't have that kind of power," she asked. She glanced back at Sara briefly then tilted her head back to give an exasperated sigh. "I'm not going to destroy you, Ash. And I can't force you to be a father, either." She lowered her head to look at him tiredly. "I don't know what happened to you and I'm sorry that I couldn't help when you clearly needed it. But taking your anger out on this kid, who has done nothing but exist, isn't right. Don't be angry with Sara or Ophelia. They're victims in this too." she hesitated then turned away from him to look at Sara. Ash may not be willing to care but she still had a duty to make sure they would be ok. "C'mon, Sara," she said softly. "Let's give him some space and go home. I'll help you set up the nursery then we'll go and get Ophelia, ok?" --- Sensing Xenos's question may be private, River nodded and stood before vanishing. When they were alone, Shezmu looked up at Xenos curiously. "What is troubling you?" --- Kris stared at Blake for a long moment. The corner of his mouth twitched briefly but his cold expression didn't change. Lost, orphaned or abandoned trickster kids were unfortunately common and it wasn't unusual for a few of them to end up on Kris's doorstep asking for shelter, training and some form of parental figure. He preferred it like this. It meant the kids were more likely to grow up to be fiercely loyal to him. "Maybe," he answered. "But you have to earn it, like every other member of my gang. Show me every day that you are worthy of my respect and you could have quite the happy life here. I might even teach you a few of my own tricks... if you work hard enough to earn it." --- Henderson followed the other officers into the meeting room and felt his cheeks grow hot when Dick made his comment about him. Then he caught the eye of a few of his colleagues who had given him a quick glare. He felt suddenly torn. He was attracted to Dick but he knew his colleagues would see it as a betrayal after what the hitman had done to one of their own. So he lowered his eyes shamefully and waited for the meeting to get started. --- "Our children!" Azrael repeated as he realised that marrying Death would make them all a family. He laughed and wiped the tears from his eyes. "Then this is merely the beginning of our happiness! Oh, my love!" he kissed him softly. "My heart is singing." he chuckled.

Ash growled, "Or what?!" He glared with bitter tears, "Your right hand woman already took most of my powers! I have nothing left! I am a mere Demon now with no title to respect! I could care less now if you sent me into Oblivion!" --- Xenos replied, "I do have one concern that I wish to discuss with you." He glanced at River, "You may go." --- Ortiz nodded, "I'll give them the message." With Ortiz gone, Blake could hear that it was only Kris. He had teary eyes then held a look of determination. "Tell me sir. Am I only ever going to be a tool for you? A skeleton key?" He gripped the covers. "I know you warned me about what would happen if I didn't listen. I won't ignore that. What I wonder is, can I expect any ounce of respect or pride from you about....me?" He couldn't exactly say it since it felt embarrassing but Blake secretly wanted Kris to act like a father figure to him even if the guy was a crook. He had longed for a parent who actually gave a shit. Though he wasn't exactly hopeful about a guy like Kris. --- Dick scoffed, "Well I'll be! No jokes! Giving me total respect? I like that!" He made his way to the meeting room, "You lot and I are gonna get along just fine." Will said, "Wait! How do you know where the meeting room is?" Dick pointed at the sign, "Duh! I may be hitman but I'm not an idiot." Will flustered, "Oh..." He had for a minute believed that Dick had looked into everything about the precinct. Dick opened the door and waved everyone over, "Now come in! I've got a good layout of things to tell." He winked at Henderson, "Especially for you, ya sexy nerd." --- Death returned the hug, "Oh? I wager on that for we have yet to see our children be honored. To see them up there will bring tears of joy to my eyes! I know it so!"

"Ok. No." Amelia growled as she marched over to Ash angrily. "Get off your ass! And show this woman some respect!" She shook her head. "Have you any idea what she's been through today? I don't know how it happened but I do know that the child is here now as a result whether you meant it or not. That makes you responsible! So, step up and stop being a selfish prick!" --- "No. Thank you both for answering my call." Shezmu nodded to him. River frowned. "I feel weird leaving you like this after you just found us." Shezmu smiled at him. "Go." he reassured him. "I will be fine and you are both welcome to visit me any time." --- While Blake had been getting washed up, Kris had moved into another room with a large rectangular wooden table in its centre. On it were various maps of the city, as well as the underground and sewer systems. As well as blueprints for different stores and clubs in the area. He'd been looking over these carefully when the other Trickster had walked in. Hearing him, Kris couldn't help but look at him and chuckle. "I hope he's not expecting a bedtime story." he put some of the blueprints down and walked over to the door. "Ortiz, why don't you and a couple of the guys check in on Miss Blaire over at the Vampire club and make sure those filthy leeches know not to stray onto our turf again? Set an example of what happens when Vampires cross into Trickster territory." He left the room and headed into the bunks. Named so for the rows of bunk beds on either side of the room. Right now, Blake was the only one in the room. Other young Tricksters lived and trained here as part of Kris's gang but right now they were all out running errands and wouldn't be back until the early hours of the morning. Kris opened the door and stepped in with his hands in his pockets. He said nothing as he walked further into the room. His boots sounded heavy with each step on the hard, cold concrete floor. He stopped at the foot of Blake's bunk and turned to look down at him emotionlessly. "Talk to me." --- Surprisingly there came no laughs. No jabs or jokes. The officers were as professional as they were on their guard. The hitman might be telling them the truth, but that didn't mean they'd relax around him. After all, he'd put one of their own in the hospital not that long ago. The only reaction to Dick's name was a cold silence. "Um..." Henderson mumbled, trying to break the tension. "In old comics, the detectives were sometimes called dicks. Like in the Noir ones with the weird funny way that the detectives describe things..." he trailed off, a little embarrassed and feeling like he'd just outed himself as a complete nerd. In truth, those comics were one of the reasons he became a cop. --- "Neither am I." Azrael laughed softly. His own happy tears rolled down his cheeks. "So, we'll have it in our traditional dark tones." he grinned, barely able to contain his joy as he wrapped his arms around Death. "I don't think I could ever be happier than I am in this moment!"

Alrighty 🙂

hmm not sure. since i just threw in a name for your trickster. maybe you could name my trickster?

What's the other Trickster called? lol

Sara nodded, "I just hope whoever it is that they're not...violent." Amelia and Sara appeared in Hell's Library. Ash was there with a book in his hand. Reading at a chair to get his mind off of things. Sara gasped. Ash looked up from the book. She shouted, "There he is! The father!" He stood, "Excuse me?" He threw the book at the chair. She replied, "You let your powers out. They came to me and made a child. Your child." He glared, "I didn't choose. I had no choice. All because of that fucking Carol bitch! And her damn new friend. Your child is nothing to me. It is merely a mistake." She lowered her head, "Please sir. For Ophelia's sake-" "And you named her?! Get out of my sight!" --- Xenos couldn't help but smile too. "Well then. I think we've come to a nice conclusion. Is there anything you need from us?" --- Blake nodded, "Understood sir." The Trickster escorted Blake. Guiding him to where he could clean himself. He gave the kid some privacy while standing nearby should he try anything stupid. Once Blake reached his bed, in a shirt and boxers, he sat under the covers. "Tell Kris to come here. I need to talk to him." The Trickster raised a brow. He headed to the throne, "Kris! You won't believe it. The kid wants to talk to you. He's already acting like he lives here!" He laughed, "What a pathetic joke!" --- Will glanced at Henderson, "Are you serious?" The hitman immediately grabbed Will's hand and locked it in place so that he could free himself. He immediately hit certain points of his hand so that Will could move it again. Will looked at him in amazement and shock. The hitman smirked, "Your friend's right. I can take you there. And if anything goes wrong or you think I'm going to betray then you can ahead and kill me. That's how confident I am." Will glared, "Fine. We'll all discuss this in the meeting room but you are definitely going to be close to me. I'm not taking my eyes off of you." The hitman snapped his fingers, "Done deal!" "First, what's your name?" "Uh Well-" "You said you're betraying them. So, what's your name?" The hitman reluctantly answered, "It's....Dick." He sighed, "Get the damn jokes out of the way already." --- Death blushed. His eyes widened. He wasn't sure what to think at that moment. Then joyful tears appeared. He held both of his hands, "Oh Azrael. Already time has paired us together. For us to do such a human tradition? It would be wonderful. Though, I am not in favor of bright colors like most humans are."

"I know, I know. Thank you again!" Amelia then vanished, appearing in front of Sara. "Ready to find the baby daddy?" --- "Do you think me a fool that I hadn't already considered this?" Shezmu raised an eyebrow at Xenos. "I am merely disheartened to have awoken to a world where I feel that I am no longer welcome." he sighed and lowered his gaze to the ground. "To return to a home whose people had once considered me their leader only for them to gaze at me with fear and suspicion because I dressed and spoke differently to them. Not one vampire here was alive in my era... I am a stranger now. Lost, alone and looking for a new purpose." He fell into silent brooding and for a moment, River didn't know what to say or how to react. He couldn't begin to imagine the pain that this ancient being was feeling. He looked at Xenos briefly then gingerly moved over to sit next to Shezmu on the couch. "We might not be from your time, but we're here now. So, at least you're not completely alone. There might only be a few of us now but, you know, it's a start." "Perhaps you're right," Shezmu said quietly. "And you were around when there was a lot of us, right? So, if we have any questions about our kind and stuff, we could come to you, right? You'll teach us stuff?" Shezmu's eyes lifted and he turned his head slightly to look at him. "Of course. My knowledge would be your knowledge." "Well I'd say our species isn't completely doomed yet, then." River smiled optimistically. Despite his serious and stoic nature, Shezmu found himself smiling a little in turn. --- "My name is Kris," he said simply. "Everyone else calls me The Tyrant Trickster of New York. You will call me 'Boss' or 'Sir', understood?" He looked over at the other trickster. "Take him to the bunks and set him up with a bed. I want him washed and rested before his training starts tomorrow." --- Henderson realised a little too late that the way they'd walked in had made it look like he was the hitman's hostage. He ran over as soon as Will grabbed the hitman. "Wait! Boss, he's telling the truth. Just hear him out. He wants to help us and we could take out the whole seedy organisation!" --- "I think announcing it at the ceremony would be perfect," Azrael said softly as he brushed his thumb across the back of Death's hand. "It would be romantic and all leaders of the realms would be there to witness it." He blushed as a thought occurred to him. "Would it-..." he started and then hesitated. Gathering his courage, he finished his thought. "Would it be too forward of me to suggest that, while the leaders are here to witness it, we declare our love in a- uh... matrimonial sense?" he asked then bit his lip in anticipation of Death's answer.

holy shit, that would be awesome XD

Omg what if Kris and Rickster are rivals from way back? 😂

Vincent sighed, "Alright. But you better be back here soon. Otherwise, I'm calling for extra help from Carter. There's only so much we can do." --- Xenos pinched the brim of his nose, "I don't mean quickly. I meant talk to some vampires around the castle. Get to know them. Find someone who would understand you just as much as you understand them. Build relationships. It doesn't have to be romantic like River said. Just a vampire that you know would fight alongside you during the toughest battles. Do you get what I mean?" --- Blake was about to rebuttal against the idea of killing anyone but once Kris mentioned the vampire idea, he grew pale. He nodded, "Y-Yes sir." The Trickster stood against the wall and glared at the boy, "With all due respect sir, you once trained me as a child. Surely, this thing-" He immediately shut his mouth once Kris gave him that look. Blake uttered, "I know I said sir but what do I call you?" --- The hitman wrapped an arm around Henderson, "Alrighty then! Let's introduce myself!" Inside, every other officer stood with their gun raised. The hitman nonchalantly waved his hands, "Settle down coppers! I come in peace as a traitor of my organization. I've got good details on the whereabouts of my boss." Will appeared. Startling the hitman, "Whoa! A bit of a warning next time, please?" Will suddenly grabbed his neck and pinned him against the wall. "Tell me why I shouldn't kill you right now?" The hitman awkwardly smiled, "Cause I'm hot?" --- Death accepted his hand and stood by his side. "Though I'm not really sure how one announces a relationship. Do I use my speaker voice for usual announcements? Or should I bring it up at the ceremony during my speech?"

"I just know she'd be safest with you both. I know I'm asking a lot..." Amelia said as she watched Vincent soothing the baby with a lullaby. "Honestly, we'll be as quick as we can and hopefully when I come back I'll be able to take little Ophelia and Oliver off your hands." she smiled at her son who was babbling happily to himself while smacking the squeaky button shapes on a toy. She longed to hold him and take him home again. But she had work to do. --- Shezmu lifted his gaze to Xenos's. "We must be careful who we turn. Choose carefully. After all, we would need to be certain that they could survive a millennia of existence. They'd need to be strong enough to protect themselves in case there is ever another genocide attempt." "I think he means more like a romantic partner, dude." River suggested. "Romance does not interest me." Shezmu waved dismissively. "Or a companion, then. Someone to keep you company." Shezmu thought for a moment and sat back in his seat with his arms folded as he crossed one leg over another. His mind briefly went to the boy he'd been training. He shook his head slightly. "I would not turn another in haste, nor out of loneliness. Like I said, such a thing needs to be done with care." --- Hearing the boy explain what he'd done caused a wicked smirk to spread across Kris's face. When the other trickster grabbed his wrist, he gave him a stern look. Even through his sunglasses, the other trickster would get the sense that Kris wanted him to back off a little. Turning his attention back to Blake, he lifted his own hands and pressed his fingertips against his. "Shhh." He hushed him gently while using his own powers to 'measure' the boy's through their fingers. "You're going to be very useful to us." he chuckled darkly as he removed his fingers and turned his back on him to walk back to his throne. "Take a look around kid. This is your home now. You work for us. You'll train up those powers and learn how to fight. You'll steal for us. You'll fight for us. Hell, you'll kill for us if we tell you to. You do good enough and we can make life really easy for you. Fuck up though and well, I'm sure that vampire out there would find another use for you." --- "Will's not guna like it but fine." Henderson sighed. "I guess you'd better come in and talk to my boss then." --- "And I am ready to follow by your side. From here until the end of time." Azrael kissed his cheek and stood from the bed, offering a hand to help Death to his feet.

I thought something was missing 😅

i totally forgot to reply on death's part for some reason but i just did that real quick. sorry lol

Death smiled, "Yes we shall celebrate our announcement along with my children's ceremony into my realm. The idea has given me energy once again. I feel ready to leave my quarters and address my people."

Vincent sighed, "Alright. Just let us finish up here and we'll head back home." Later on, Vincent would have bought the game. The family appeared back home where Neva would enjoy her first video game. Once Amelia appeared with Ophelia, Elliot's eyes sparkled. He held Ophelia and scratched her cheeks, "She's a bird! What a cutie pie! I can't believe it!" Ophelia giggled at the scratches. Her pacifier fell out of her mouth. Hitting the floor. She cried and flailed her arms around. Elliot quickly picked up the pacifier and stuck it back in her mouth before her purple aura could have reached the TV. Vincent walked over, "So that's what you meant by magic." He took the pacifier. "Vincent, what are you doing?!" "Shh..." Vincent gave the pacifier to Elliot before cradling Ophelia in his arms. Ophelia began to cry but soon calmed down as he hummed a tune. --- Xenos raised a brow, "We ruled earth?" He thought for a moment, "This makes so much sense now." He walked over to Shezmu, "In regards of our low population, perhaps you can find someone to pass on your DNA to? A willing participant? Someone you might be able to share the same thoughts with. I don't think it would be a terrible idea if I were to help you. I'm sure River knows more about being social than I do." --- Blake raised his hands. "I-I know how to fight. There was this asshole in school. He wouldn't stop picking on me so I punched him. It's the reason why I moved here. At my last school....his brains were all over the ground. I don't know how I did it but his head....exploded." He stepped back. "Please don't. I-I don't want-" The Trickster grabbed his wrist, "We don't care what you want. You're ours now." Blake flinched at the tight grip. --- The hitman replied, "I'll give you the info but I won't be put in handcuffs. Besides, those are best for private hot times." He sat on the fence. "And I will guide you lot over there. Otherwise, you'll die like a bunch of squealing pigs. You may be the police but these are assassins. You don't know them like I do."

"Uh... " Amelia hesitated to answer. "Newborn-y? With a teeny tiny hint of... magic shenanigans? She's super cute though." "Trucks! Trucks! Trucks!" Neva started chanting and then ran around them excitedly with her hands up, pretending to be turning a big wheel while making truck noises. --- "LIES!" Shezmu shouted and all at once his eyes flashed red and the armoire behind him crumpled in on itself as if crushed by an invisible force. "Dude!" River had gasped and stared from the armoire to Shezmu who now seemed a little embarrassed as his eyes returned to their usual dark colour. "Apologies for my outburst." He said quietly then walked over to the couch and sat down, cradling his head in his hands. "Everyone I ever knew... gone." "But, I mean... at the risk of pissing you off. It is kinda true though." River broached carefully and when Shezmu lifted his head to glare at him he lifted his hands up. "Hey, I'm not saying all Blood Gods are evil psychopathic nutjobs but I was definitely one before I had my ass handed to me and my soul split a couple of times to handle the sheer level of crazy." "You were born of trauma." Shezmu sighed. "Your turning. It was violent, wasn't it?" River frowned as he thought back to being Parker. The night Bryce had caught him on his own. The terror from his prior kidnapping as well as witnessing Carter being shot. He nodded silently. "B-But I forgave him for it. I-It's all cool now." "Matters not. Blood Gods must be created with care. With patience, guidance and love. Creating one of our kind out of violence or cruelty runs the risk of their mental stability being broken in the process." Shezmu explained. "These things were once common knowledge among our kind. But since we have been reduced to a mere few, I fear most of that knowledge has been lost." "So, wait, if our kind were mostly 'not' crazy, bloodthirsty or take-over-the-world-sy... why did we get hunted off?" "Is it not obvious?" Shezmu smiled bitterly. "Heaven is the domain of Angels. Hell is the domain of Devils. But we Blood Gods claimed Earth as our domain. Yet Angels and Devils have warred for control of Earth before. Caught in the middle and with enough power to hold either side at bay, we became an obstacle. We were 'in the way'. The possibility of one of our kind being born mad was obviously used against us for propaganda... to make the genocide of our kind 'justified'." --- "Kids are good for all sorts," Kris answered with a shrug. "They can pickpocket. Spy on our enemies. Look out for potential 'marks'. Run errands." Kris stood and walked over to him. Stopping just a few feet in front of him. "Or they can learn magic and train to become one of the team. Hold up your hands and tell me, you ever managed to do something weird without meaning to? Ever dabbled in the arts?" --- Henderson flustered a little more. His eyes darted from the hitman's to the ground shyly as the corner of his lips twitched into a small smile, unable to help himself. He felt a little hot under the collar with the hitman so close to him. "Y-you will? You're ready to do it properly then?"

Vincent replied, "He is a great detective. A fictional one but brilliant in every way." Elliot cheered, "Trucks always win!" Vincent pinched the brim of his nose, "Amelia....I don't know. How is this newborn's behavior?" --- Xenos replied, "You seem disappointed. I am surprised for a creature of your stature. But yes. Many had to be killed in order to let the world survive. Blood Gods everywhere were attempting to take over the world and annihilate those deemed obstacles." --- The Trickster reluctantly let him go. Blake slowly stepped forward. He shook his head, "I'm all good. Never had any problems." He clutched his arms. "Just please. Why do you need me? I'm just some kid." --- The hitman nonchalantly waved a hand, "Yeah sure. Just let him shoot your brains out instead. Would you have preferred that?" He continued, "And you don't need to worry about all the details. I can still give your force info on my boss's hideout." He cupped his chin. "For a price. How about a smile? That should suffice."

I give you... Kris!

"Oh! Um... I'm not sure. I never had those kinds of games at her age... mostly books... a lot of books..." Amelia said distractedly. "I like the trucks!" Neva cheered then looked at the game in Vincents hand. "Who's that?" she asked, pointing at Sherlock. "His glasses are broken, he's only got one!" she laughed as she immitated the image by placing her fingers in a circle around her eye. "Is he a pirate?" Oliver babbled happily as he sat in the little seat on the shopping cart. Smiling, Amelia walked over to him and kissed his forehead. She then stood straight and looked at the little family. "So guys, I know you have your hands full with Neva and Oliver... Can I be a pain? I really need someone I can trust to look after a newborn too. I'm taking her mother to Hell to try to find her father." --- "Most interesting indeed." Shezmu agreed as he looked up at the stranger who already seemed to be familiar with this castle. He wasn't from Shezmu's time so he assumed he must've been created or born sometime after he went into his slumber. He got to his feet to regard the other Blood God curiously. "I admit we had our debate over leadership when I arrived but that has since been resolved and Jean still rules this place. I have offered him my knowledge and guidance in return for my staying here," he explained. "Where the party at-?! oh..." River announced excitedly as he popped in then paused awkwardly when he saw there was only X and Shezmu. "Man, I thought more of us would show up than this... I kinda assumed it'd be some kind of family reunion type thing..." "You are a curious one..." Shezmu pointed out. "I get that a lot." River laughed in response. "I mean your soul. I see it. You're only a fraction of a whole. How is this possible?" "Wait, you 'see' my soul? How powerful are you?" "Powerful enough," Shezmu answered dismissively. Clearly not wanting to answer that question. He looked despairingly between the two men. "Are there really no more of us than this? Have we dwindled so drastically close to extinction?" --- Kris sat back in his makeshift throne of gnarled tree limbs. He had lightly tanned skin. Wore black, circular sunglasses despite the dimly lit room. Short purple dreadlocks decorated his head. A long scar was sliced across his face from his upper right cheek to the left side of his chin. He wore a long patchwork trench coat with military boots. After watching the display before him for a moment, he simply gestured for his man to release their grip on the kid. "Boy," he said. His tone was deep. Commanding. He gestured with his fingers for Blake to step forward. "Let's get a look at you." he then gestured for the boy to turn on the spot so that Kris could get a good look at what he was dealing with. "You seem healthy enough. Not got any defects that'll slow you down? Asthma? Anything like that?" --- Henderson jumped when the hitman appeared. He stared at the rose and chocolates in disbelief. "Are you serious?" he gasped. He couldn't help blushing but at the same time, he seemed flustered. "Do you realise how much hot water you put me in?!" he said in a hushed tone. For reasons he couldn't fathom himself right now, he didn't want his colleagues to hear them or know the hitman was here. "You shot cops. You killed a taxi driver outside the building, which, thanks for that! I'm not going to get the image of that man's exploded skull out of my head anytime soon! And to top that all off you dumped a load of info on my lap before just taking off, leaving me to try to explain things to my boss when he got back and saw that the one task I'd been given I'd failed spectacularly at!" The more he ranted, the redder his cheeks grew. There was an excitement in this secret meeting. Even if he was a little pissed at the mess he'd had to clean up the last time they'd met.

lol No worries.

yeah i almost forgot about that. just pretend that i wrote Oliver is sitting on that little seat of the shopping cart.

Is Oliver still with Elliott & Vincent?

Sara nodded, "Of course." --- Amelia would find Elliot, Vincent, and Neva at a store. Vincent sighed, "I really don't know about this." Elliot grabbed a game about mud truck riding. It involved competing against other characters for the trophy by ramming into each other and doing cool tricks in trucks. He said, "I know you'll love this Neva!" Vincent grabbed a Sherlock Holmes game, "She should have something more sophisticated and educational." Vincent turned to Amelia, "Oh hey Amelia. Mind helping us out? Neva wants a video game but I'm trying to find something that could help her build on her skills." Elliot replied, "Truck competitions are all about knowing the lay of the land." --- Xenos appeared, "This is interesting. I hope you're not planning on taking over this kingdom. I expect Jean to be the rightful leader. I assigned the title to him when I left the throne." --- "Tricksters?" Blake stood. He was suddenly grabbed by the trickster behind him. Suddenly, he found himself in a house. Another man stood across from them. The trickster shoved Blake towards the man, "Hey Kris! Got another one here. Maybe we could finally get an easier time doing stuff around this shit city?" Blake took a step back, "What? I don't want to do this! I said chores! Nothing voodoo!" The trickster grabbed him when Blake started to run for the door, "Don't worry. You'll just be our little errand boy." He pressed a knife against his neck. "And if you want to stay alive then you'll do as we say." Blake was shaking, "I just....I was scared when that psycho chased me." "Then think of it like this, we protect you from the vampires and you keep following our orders. You disobey and we throw you to those bloodsuckers for their next meal. Got it?" Blake sniffled as tears dripped down his cheeks. "O-Ok. Just...don't hurt me." The trickster laughed at his fear. --- The hitman kept watch of the police department. Especially on the officer he saved. He couldn't help but get lost in his handsome features. Once he saw the officer step outside for some fresh air, he immediately jumped down. Behind the wall, he winked at him. "Hey there. How's business?" He pulled out a box of chocolates and a rose, "Got ya something." He handed the items over. "Hope it ain't too cliche."