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So I tried to find a picture I could show but didn't any pngs. Just letting you know that Ash's new appearance is basically Jasper from Cruella.

lol glad you're enjoying this story, i'm having fun too 😄

done lol

I'll edit it

Auntie Audrey lol

that's ok. I'm just glad everyhing's alright

forgot to let you know that after your reply, I'm going to have him show up really pissed off for getting shot. and he's going to try and kill Dick so you can play as any of your officer characters who are going to try to defuse the situation. unless you want me to add the scene right now. i could edit my rp message.

in case you're wondering, this picture comes from a show called CHIPS. an old show from the seventies but it still holds up. anyways, my new officer character's name is going to be, Luis Andres (he'll come back as an Angel)

so i was thinking of bringing that dead police officer who got shot by Dick. I'll play as him since I've got a pretty good idea on his character and name. unfortunately, i couldn't find a good AI picture since it always generated a super model wearing a uniform. so I'm going by a character reference from a show once again.

sounds like luck was on your side then. i didn't even know Uriel had a flaming sword. seem like this arch angel is going to be interesting

damn! looks good! guessing that's Uriel when he's working and Uriel when he's chilling

oh sorry about that. but yeah you can just make Uriel into whoever they are so you can have an easier time playing as them. i really don't know anything about Uriel anyways.

oh well i was hoping you would play as them? if that's alright with you. otherwise, if it helps, i can play as Uriel.

oh i see! good to know. yeah i guess i take that emoji as something bad lol

oh shit i think that was Abaddon! my bad and thanks for clarifying on May's name.

i wasn't sure if the nurse was called May or Mary but it's the woman who went on a date with James. Also Balthazar is the ancient devil that Amelia had a fight with at the library.

i give you Violet!

Bing ai 🙂

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

I thought something was missing 😅

I give you... Kris!

Pretty much

I like it 😁

sweet. glad you think its alright. I'm not great with coming up with ideas on the spot lol did my best tho

Tried to make Damien with red eyes and green eyes depending on his temper lol These were the closest I could get to how I imagine him 🙂

Yeah, that's no worries 🙂

gonna bring out another angsty teen creature for the sake of more angst. I'll find a way for this character to be created by the prisoner so it'll make sense.

Juliette

well i was thinking that maybe he could get confronted by Carol again? maybe she and him can have a heart to heart.

don't worry. it's all good. the message looks like it came out nicely.

oh ok. but you should do it anyways. I'd still like to see it.

whoa! damn! not how i had it before but that is much better!

also nice picture!

um well I remember Adam AI image being a guy with pale skin and short curly light brown or red hair?

good to hear cause i already did it lol

also i was thinking of bringing a victorian ghost of a young male teen who decides to attempt to destroy the theater cause he has a broken heart. seems random i know but i figured it might be alright. what do you think?

oh sorry lol, i was referring to when they first had sex in his mansion. like when they were still bad guys? i just made up that whole trick thing cause i figured it would fit in.

I can definitely see the idea. I don't think it's bad or great. So I wouldn't mind if you continued on like that.

ok and it's fine. just go for it 🙂

I finished my reply

i'll be sure to let you know. and thx! you always do a great job 😄

Disturbing news of ADIEU's existence had spread throughout Heaven's ranks of Arch Angels. Although he couldn't be certain, Raguel even suspected that the imprisonment of one of their own as punishment for Blasphemy could very well have been the catalyst for the growth of this insidious organisation. So severely had they underestimated the mortals' abilities to combine science with malice, that they had entrusted an Angellic prisoner to them. Expecting that they would do nothing more than make the Angel's life a bit difficult for a few centuries. Not this. If that weren't bad enough, it would seem that some of these mortals had also managed to get their hands on Demonic spell books. Normally this wouldn't be alarming but a millenia of Angels and Demons courting humans had made more than enough mixed breeds to allow humans, even with the most diluted bloodlines, the ability to cast such spells. As such, every laboratory, outpost and meeting place that this organisation used was masterfully concealed. Making it almost impossible for even the most skilled Arch Angel to locate or track the organisation's activities. Raguel had a crisis on his hands and every day he was inundated with questions that he couldn't answer. Particularly from Heaven's news distributor, always wanting to know if this should be something the souls residing in paradise should be aware of. "After all" one of the reporters had reasoned. "The souls here may still have families or descendants on Earth and they deserve to know whether something like this will affect them." The reporter had also pointed out that if mortals had access to after-life spells, technology and the like then what's to stop them from inevitably invading Heaven one day? Raguel had already considered this which was why he had his Arch Angels working around the clock to track down this ADIEU organisation. Of course, he couldn't give these reporters any information yet. Doing so could cause unneeded panic among souls who shouldn't need to worry about such things. So Raguel did what he thought was best. He pretended to laugh the questions off and told this reporter that such rumours were simply preposterous. Not even Lucifer himself has ever managed to breach Heaven's gates, much less a mortal. He shooed the reporter before returning his attention to the task at hand. The Devil Duo had been having more luck than his Angels at finding and destroying the various organisation locations. Raguel needed to know how they were getting their information, especially as he needed to find the specific location of the prisoner Angel before they did. But there was a new problem. His chosen informant hadn't reported back yet and he was overdue. Stepping around his desk, Raguel took a breath before summoning a group of four Arch Angels. He looked at each of them with a serious expression before his eyes rested on the leader of the little group. A tall, lean male with very short, black hair. "Any word?" "No, sir. He's been late before but not for this long. We've tried to contact him but he's not responding either." "What of the girl?" "She doesn't seem any the wiser. Before we lost track of him he'd made plans to meet her for a secret date at a restaurant." "Has her brother shown any signs of catching on?" "No, sir." Raguel nodded. Although he wasn't pleased that something nefarious may have happened to Tuzo, he knew he now only had a small window in which to act and ending the war took a much higher priority than ensuring the safety of one Angel. "Use the date to enact Plan B," he ordered. The angels bowed their heads in unison and the leader of the group could barely contain a sinister smirk before they all vanished. --- September 14th 2001. Damien had been so relentless in his pursuit of finding Lucifer that Amelia feared she might miss the date she had arranged with Tuzo. Together with her new friend Sebastian, Amelia had managed to convince Damien to finally take a night off from hunting down ADIEU locations and just in time for her date! Of course, she hadn't told him where she was going or that she was even dating anyone. If he ever found out, Amelia dread to think how furious he'd be. She was certain that he'd destroy them both. Either that or destroy Tuzo and punish Amelia severely afterwards. But she didn't care. In fact, she sort of got a thrill from all the sneaking around. She had bought her outfit and squirrelled it away, out of sight until tonight. Excitedly, she'd put the knee-length red dress on with some heels and made her way to the restaurant Tuzo had picked out. She sat at a table and waited... and waited... He was ten minutes later. She glanced at the clock then her eyes darted towards the door as it opened. Her heart skipped a beat as she thought for a moment that it was him, only for her heart to drop as she watched a stranger walk in instead. She ordered a glass of wine to sip while she waited. Maybe something came up and he got delayed? She looked at her phone. No messages but then there wouldn't be. They didn't exchange numbers in case they'd get found out. She was checking the time again. 30 minutes... 40 minutes... she drummed her nails against the table impatiently. He didn't forget, did he? 50 minutes... a waiter walked over to her with a piece of paper. "Excuse me, miss? Is your name Amelia Magpie?" "Yes?" Amelia looked the waiter over suspiciously. But she also somehow knew that he was about to deliver some bad news. "A gentleman called and asked me to give you a message." "Did he say who he was?" "He just said that he's 'someone who cares' and then he ended the call." "What was the message?" The waiter gave her an apologetic look before timidly handing her the piece of paper. Amelia looked at the words and at first they didn't register so she read them again. Her heart dropped to the pit of her stomach. 'It cannot continue. I'm so sorry.' That was it then? Just like that? Sure, she knew it would have to end eventually. They both did. It couldn't possibly work between them. Not with this fucking war. So they'd agreed that whatever they had would be nothing but fun. Nothing more. So why did this hurt so much? Why did it feel like someone was crushing her heart? Distraught and struggling to hide it, Amelia stood from the table and stormed out of the restaurant. She strode around to an alley to hide in the shadows. There she wiped away a few tears that had escaped as she tried to calm herself down. "Don't cry." A voice said and at first, Amelia felt humiliated as her Hellian upbringing had ingrained the idea into her that tears were a sign of weakness. It was the reason she'd hidden herself in shadow in the first place. But then it occurred to her how odd it was that this voice had come from the dark alley to her left, rather than the well-lit street to her right. Narrowing her eyes, she turned her head to try and get a look at the stranger. Her eyes widened fearfully at the sight of large white, feathery wings. Instinctively she'd been about to teleport away when the Angel gripped her arm roughly and started trying to pull her further into the alley. Keeping her balance in the heels she'd worn with the dress was difficult but she strained to ground herself. This wasn't the first time she'd been attacked by an Angel and she was fully prepared to defend herself... until three more appeared around her. One of them had grabbed her other arm, twisting it behind her back. She tried to grow crystalised spikes under their hands to repel them but the sound of clicking behind her told her that a handcuff had been placed onto one of her wrists. Within seconds, the short crystal spikes she'd managed to conjure slipped off her skin as sand. She began thrashing and kicking at them but this only prompted the remaining two Angels to grab each of her legs to further restrain her. She let out a frustrated cry as she continued to struggle. One thing is consistent among Angels, Demons and Devils. They are born (or created) with standard abilities that all of their kin share, as well as their own individual abilities. For instance, all Demons, Devils and Angels have the inherited ability to teleport. Some are better at it than others. Just like Telepathy. Some Devils are so strong with this ability that they can also pick up the emotions of others...whereas some, as is the case with both Amelia and Damien, can barely pick up a single thought from others most days. On this particular day however, knowing that she was overwhelmed and wouldn't stand a chance on her own against four Arch Angels, Amelia let out a terrified scream that was not only audibly loud but that Damien had managed to hear in his mind from another country entirely. "DAMIEN!!!!" Then all five of them were gone. Not a moment later, Damien appeared in the same alley. He looked around frantically. Marching up and down the alley. "Amelia? Amelia?!" He tried to teleport after her but couldn't sense her. His heart was beating hard. Memories of Jessica, the sister that he had failed, flashed through his mind. He couldn't fail Amelia, he just couldn't. "AMELIA?!" --- Amelia had been locked in a room in an unknown location for a week. There were no windows here. Only the metal door, the constant humming noise and a horrid smell always lingering in the air. She was handcuffed to a small bed. She needn't fear the Angel's doing anything sexual to her though. She learned very quickly that this particular group of Angels were quite racist and she didn't doubt that the idea of lying with a Devil would be 'dirty' to them. The Angelic cuff prevented her from using her powers or escaping while the bed was a small effort on their part to make her 'comfortable.' Over the course of a few days, the Angels would take turns visiting her. Caleb, the one with ginger curls, would spend an hour a day reading parts of the bible to her. Mainly the parts that emphasise God's love. He would also spend several minutes correcting the mortals' version of events that were written in the book by informing her of 'what really happened.' Once or twice, Amelia had taken this opportunity to get a quick nap in. This Angel loved the sound of his own voice so much that he barely noticed as he got wrapped up in the stories he was telling. Esther kept trying to 'bond' with Amelia by pretending to be her friend. She'd 'sneak in' a slice of cake or small bars of chocolate while commenting 'Don't tell the boys. Us girls have to stick together.' Amelia strongly doubted that the other Angels were unaware of these 'treats'. Then she would go into a long speil about how Amelia can really trust them. That they just wanted to be a family and end the war but Damien was evil because he just wanted to keep the fight going, and kill people and yada yada yada... Amelia stopped listening after the first attempt but this woman was persistent. At least the chocolate was something to look forward to. Amelia feared a visit from Elijah the most. He was the Angel with short, black hair. Unlike the other three, he never made any attempt to try to win her over. He made it clear, right from the start, that he was only interested in information. Specifically, how she and Damien were figuring out where to find the ADIEU sites, how certain were they that Lucifer was held captive by them, what were Damien's war plans, etc. Each time he'd start by sitting across the room from her and asking his questions coldly. She'd stare back at him defiantly and not say a word. He'd repeat himself irritably. Then he'd get up and yell it in her face. Then he'd briefly leave the room and that's when Amelia knew she was in for it. Elijah had a particularly nasty tool that he liked to 'punish' her with. It was a short, leather rod with Angelic feathers sewn around it. He'd come back into the room and shove her so that she'd be face down on the bed and proceed to whip her back. With each crack, he'd ask his questions again. If she didn't answer or swore at him in response, he'd whip her again. This would continue until she'd eventually pass out. After being left for a few hours to recover, the last Angel known as Anna would slowly enter the room so as not to startle her. She'd sit on the bed next to her and stroke her hair in an effort to comfort her. Then she'd tell Amelia, in a fake caring tone, that she'd brought the pain upon herself by not cooperating with Elijah. All this pain could still end if she'd just told them what they needed to know. That, if she thought about it, Elijah was doing her a favour by punishing her for her sins now so that she could start anew with them. She even promised that Amelia would be welcomed into Heaven as one of them if she just vowed to devote herself to God and denounce Damien's rule of Hell. But Amelia wasn't nearly as naive as the Angels had first assumed. She knew immediately what they were doing and that she would likely be destroyed as soon as they got all the information that they could possibly get from her. Either that or they hoped to completely mentally break her in order to brainwash her. She'd hoped that Damien would find her quickly but after a few days, the realisation that she might be alone in this began to dawn on her. As the days progressed she also found herself speculating Tuzo's involvement in this. Had the Arch Angels discovered their affair and he sold her out to save himself? Is that how they'd ambushed her while she was alone? Or had he been playing her the whole time? Either way, it would explain how the Arch Angels knew so much about her and Damien's activities. As if being stood up and dumped at a fancy restaurant hadn't been bad enough... --- "Where do you get your information on ADIEU's whereabouts?" Elijah asked again, barely containing his anger as he sat across from Amelia. She stared back at him, defiant as always. By now her back was a mess of red, blistered sores. If her dress hadn't already been red, it would have dyed red from her blood by now. This time, Elijah had brought his rod into the room with him in anticipation of her defiance. Amelia was certain now that he enjoyed striking her. He gripped the rod with both hands and tensed so that the whip creaked in his grasp. Amelia shivered but maintained her stare. "I will ask just one more time. Where. do you get. your information. on ADIEU's whereabouts?" he asked again through gritted teeth. The whip creaked a little more as his grip tightened. Amelia shook but then she took a breath and opened her mouth. Elijah leaned forward eagerly, expecting her to finally break. "Up your ass. On the second shelf," she answered with a snide smile. Then she laughed despite her fearful tears blinding her vision as she saw Elijah's face turn crimson with rage. But, for a moment, she didn't care. All she could think of was how proud Damien would be when she got out of there and told him what she'd said. Crack! Amelia's face snapped to one side as pain exploded across the side of her face. She spat a spray of blood at the wall as she fell off the bed, dizzy. The only thing keeping her off the floor was the handcuff. Crack! Pain across her shoulder. Crack! Now across her already sensitive back. Crack! Crack! Crack! There were no questions in between this time. No steady rhythm. Just violence and pain. "Elijah stop!" Caleb's voice came from the door. The other Angels had to wrestle Elijah away from her. "That's enough!" "No! I've had enough! She's just like the rest of the Hellions! Stubborn and foul! She'll never change! She'll never talk! and if we allow it she'll just become another Lucifer!" Elijah raged. "Well, I say the best way to end this war is to just eradicate them now while they're weak!" "We need her, Eli!" she heard Anna implore. "She might be the key to finding him then we can really put an end to it all!" "You're right..." Elijah huffed reluctantly after a moment. "Y-you're right. In my anger, I lost sight of why we were doing this... What's that?" Footsteps as Elijah approaches her. Amelia felt a tugging around her neck- her Angelic Crystal- and she weakly tried to push his hand away. "Where the hell did you get this?!" Elijah asked angrily as he broke the thin chain of her necklace and stood up. "Did you steal it, you little thief?!" "N-no!" Amelia gasped breathlessly as she tried to look up at him desperately. "Please-!" she reached up for it but he turned away while giving her a disgusted look. He then lifted the crystal for the others to see. "A trophy she kept from killing one of our own, I suspect!" "No! That's not-!" "Oh, don't bother with your lies!" Elijah sneered as he turned to look at her again. "You Hellions are all the same." he handed the crystal to Esther. "But if I can't kill you and you won't turn on your brother willingly, then I suppose we'll have to do this the old-fashioned way. I'm going to make every waking moment of your life agony. In the end, you'll be so desperate to be destroyed that you'll tell us everything we wish the know. But before I do destroy you, I'm going to make you watch as your betrayal causes the destruction of your brother." --- September 21st 2001. After Elijah's threat, Amelia had been locked in her cell with no company, no food or water for almost a full day. Finally, just as Amelia was beginning to wonder if she'd be left like this for days on end, the door opened. All four Angels stepped into the room. One had a key in their hand. Amelia recognised this tiny key to be for her handcuffs. They were going to attempt to move her. This could be her only chance of escape. "Don't try anything," Elijah warned her. He had his whip with him again. "Where are you taking me?" Amelia asked but none of them answered. The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end. It couldn't be anywhere good for her. Caleb and Anna took each of her arms and held her tightly while Esther started unlocking the handcuff that was locked around the bed frame. The second it was loose, Amelia headbutted Anna then knee Caleb between the legs. They both went down. Then she whirled around to face Esther who only had time to widen her eyes at her in surprise before Amelia rammed her body into hers, smacking her against the wall behind her. She heard the pin-drop sound of the key hitting the floor but before she could look down to find it, she felt the rod strike her shoulder again. She fell to her hands and knees. By some crazy luck, she felt something small and metallic under one of her hands. She looked at the others. They were scrambling to find the key before she could. She then looked up at Elijah, he'd lifted his rod again threateningly. "Find that damn key!" he barked at the others. "And you! Get up! Or do you want me to beat you bloody again?!" "You can still stop," Amelia told him shakily. "Just let me go. Please. Don't make me hurt you." Elijah laughed. "Is that a joke? You're not in any position to be making any threats! Now GET UP!" "You know..." Amelia stood slowly. As she did, she drew both her hands into fists. Subtly picking up the key as she moved. "For people who hate Devils, I have to say... You're really no better than the monsters you make us out to be." "You bitch-!" Elijah lifted the rod again and Amelia braced herself. Just as the rod struck the side of her face again, the handcuffs clattered to the ground. While he'd been distracted by her, she'd taken the opportunity to free herself. As soon as the Angels realised what had happened, it was much too late for them. Without her crystal to keep the Devil's Rage at bay, Elijah's strike had awoken the sleeping fury. As she turned her head to look at him, her eyes had turned jet black while her irises shone crimson. Amelia was by no means used to the Devil's Rage taking over her, but something about this felt different this time. She felt hot. Unbearably hot. And, although she no longer had control over herself, she was still conscious and present. Like being stuck in sleep paralysis but the paralysis demon is using your body to enact revenge. Within seconds, her eyes changed from red and black to pure gold. Her hair lit up as if it were irradiated. Her dress caught fire and melted off of her. Sensing the impending danger, the Angels had attempted to flee but with a flick of her wrist, Amelia had slammed the door closed. Trapping them all in the room with her. Her expression was emotionless but inside she was screaming as she was forced to watch the four Angels desperately clawing at the metal door. As much as Amelia tried to reverse what was happening she couldn't. It was too late. She was at the point of no return. No longer in control. Tears evaporated from her heat just as quickly as they welled in her eyes, making little whisps of steam in the corners of her eyes. The Angels' screams were deafening then there was a blinding, white flash. The heat was so intense that Amelia was sure she would even end up destroying herself in the process. All she could hear was the roaring of flames all around her. She couldn't even hear the screams anymore through the noise. She couldn't see anything. Just white upon white upon white. Then black and silence. --- "Amelia! Amelia!" The shouts sounded far away at first. Then very close. "Amelia! Holy fuc- what the fuck? How the fuck-? Amelia?!" "Dam-Damie-?" Amelia tried. "It's ok! It's ok, I've got you. I'm here. But we need to get out of here... I don't know what happened but there are Angels coming and they are PISSED. Fuck, that's hot! Shit! Ow! Ok... hold on..." She felt Damien lifting her into his arms and heard what sounded like him jogging over gravel. "Fuck! fuck! fuck! hot! hot! hot!" he hissed under his breath the entire way until she finally felt the relief of a cool breeze gliding over her skin. She sobbed openly. Unable to contain it. She still couldn't see. A temporary side effect of whatever the fuck just happened to her. "Damien!" "Shhh, it's ok. Let's get out of here first and then you can tell me what happened, ok?" "How-? how did you find me? Where were you?!" "I've been looking for you for a week, sis. I had all my best spies on the case. As for how I found you..." Damien sighed. He turned to look at the enormous crater where there once stood a large chemical factory. Now just a smoking, smouldering pile of tiny pebbles "After what you just did... you were kind of hard to miss..." "What did I do? What happened?" "I uh... I'll tell you about it later. C'mon, let's go home..."

you really don't have to but i appreciate it

In the hotel room on Drumond Kaas, Morpheus Baelfire had difficulty sleeping. He still couldn't believe that all of this was real. It still felt like some kind of dream. As though, at any moment, he would wake up and be a slave on Narr Shadaa again. Serving his cruel Devaronian owner, Mellukh Drisol. His owner worked for another Devaronian that Morpheus had never met but would hear the name of continuously, Cho'mash. Thankfully, he couldn't remember when he'd been branded. According to Alekya, his mother, Mellukh had gotten the branding iron ready as soon as he'd heard that she was in labor with him. Eager to claim his new property, right out of the womb. "I never want to hear a baby scream like that again." she'd said. It had been a miracle that the branding hadn't left him blind in that eye. Mellukh had wasted no time in putting the young Morpheus to work. As soon as he was old enough to stand on his own and follow simple instructions, the Deveronian would take him to one of his factories to work, cleaning in the hard-to-reach places and fetching parts that had fallen off the line. Sometimes the parts were still hot or they were sharp enough to leave his hands cut up. But he'd learned quickly to not complain or cry about it. Because the beating he'd receive if he stopped working was always far, far worse. He never saw his mother much then. By the time he was sent home for the day, his mother would be leaving for her work. Always dressed in minimal clothing and sometimes with a red feathery scarf. She'd never tell Morpheus what her job was but as he grew older and learned certain things, he came to realise why he might never learn who his father was. But considering the men who would pay his mother for her 'services', he decided that perhaps he was probably better off not knowing. As he grew older, the more senior slaves at the factory took him under their wing and trained him to use the equipment. Gradually, his role went from cleaner to machine operator. At the age of sixteen, he went home to find his mother sobbing. She was pregnant again. Mellukh was there and he was ecstatic. He was praising her for being a free source of additional labour and that if she 'pumped out a few more' then he'd promote her to 'breeder' and provide her with fine foods and drink while she 'worked'. The Deveronian had made Morpheus sick to his stomach but he didn't dare ruin his good mood. Mellukh ended his visit by popping the cork on an expensive bottle of champagne, pouring them each a glass and then leaving with the bottle. Once he was gone, Morpheus tried to comfort his mother but she became aloof and walked into her bedroom while saying she wanted to be left alone. Sometime later, Morpheus fell asleep. He awoke in the early hours of the morning with an awful feeling in his gut that something was wrong. Horribly wrong. He sat up and looked at their little table. One of the glasses of champagne was missing. He called out for his mother but when he got no answer, he walked over to her room and pulled the curtain back. She was sat on her mattress which was on the floor, with her back against the wall. There were long vertical slits down both of her arms from where she'd broken the glass and run the sharp edge into her skin. Not content that this would do the job, she had also taken to eating the glass, leaving half of it broken and bloodied on the mattress beside her. Her mouth and lips were a mess of deep cuts and blood. She was staring vacantly across the room. For a moment, Morpheus stared at her in numb silence until he finally found his voice and began screaming. He cried, shouted for help and knelt by his mother's side, begging her to not leave him. Losing his mother was bad enough but Mellukh blamed Morpheus for her death. He had him beaten repeatedly for not stopping her. It was a miracle that he survived all the blows to his head but he ended up knocked out so frequently that he completely missed the vigil that the other slaves had held for her. When he was finally able to go back to work, he was depressed, nihilistic and angry. When he wasn't working, he was drinking homemade spirits and getting into fights. His wild hormones didn't help matters. He would step out of line regularly and be beaten by Mellukh for his rebellious behaviour. Finally, Mellukh had enough of his attitude and in an effort to make him submissive again, he slapped a shock collar on him. The more Morpheus acted out, the higher the level of shock he'd receive. On some occasions, Mellukh's cronies would shock him for the fun of it but when Morpheus would get angry with them and run his mouth off, they would increase the voltage and shock him for longer periods. Once they had shocked him for so long that he'd lost control of his body and they'd laughed cruelly at him as he sat humiliated, crying in his own waste. Shortly after he'd turned twenty, Mellukh had selected him along with a few other slaves to clean a luxurious-looking apartment. Mellukh had warned them to be on their best behaviour that day. That the man they'd be hosting in this apartment was a Sith Lord who had every right to kill them if they so much as looked at him wrong. Morpheus hated his life but not enough to lose it so he obeyed and went about dusting the surfaces. Shortly after, the Sith Lord walked in. Apparently catching Mellukh by surprise as he'd arrived earlier than anticipated. Morpheus continued to clean but he watched the Sith in fascination as he and his owner greeted each other. He'd only ever heard of Sith up until now. As he stared, he caught the man's eye. Worried he'd be reprimanded, he quickly averted his gaze and continued to clean in a more hurried way. Then he heard a sentence that he'd always dreaded. "How much for him?" Mellukh turned and stared at Morpheus in contemplation before turning back to the Sith. "Normally I would charge more." Mellukh lied. He'd never 'rented' Morpheus before today. "But as it is you, my lord, fifty credits for an hour. Two hundred for the evening." "And to buy outright?" "And take away a source of my income, my Lord?" "The evening then." Morpheus's heart sank and his cleaning slowed. He felt a cold shiver run down his spine. He didn't know what this Sith had in store for him but if his mother's life had been anything to go by then it wasn't something he wanted. But he didn't have a choice. Even without Mellukh's earlier warning, Morpheus knew that this man could kill him if he disobeyed. He couldn't explain it but he simply felt it the moment he'd entered the room. Later that evening, once the Sith had concluded his business elsewhere, he'd returned to the apartment. Morpheus had long been left to wait for his return, after having a somewhat crude pep talk from Mellukh. Morpheus stood against the wall, awaiting orders. He kept his eyes on the ground and shivered as the Sith approached him. He felt sick from nerves. But the Sith didn't come any closer that a few feet from him. "I can sense your anger." the Sith had said in an almost amused tone. "Among other things..." Confused, Morpheus lifted his eyes to the Sith who was staring back at him with a determined smile. "I feel you might not belong under the rule of your owner. I sense the force in you. You could accomplish great things but as long as you remain under the thumb of that insufferable Deveronian, you will always be a slave." "...What?" Morpheus stammered. "N-no, that can't be right... I don't have any force sensitivity. I'm nothing like you. I- Please forgive me but I think you might be mistaken, my Lord." "I am not." the Sith answered simply. "Come..." Over the next week, the Sith paid to 'rent' Morpheus. Although Mellukh assumed that it was for the Sith's carnal pleasure, what was happening behind closed doors was the farthest thing from it. The Sith was teaching Morpheus to hone his latent gifts. To use them for simple tasks such as levitating objects across the room. Morpheus had been dubious at first but the more he listened to the Sith and reached out to the force, the more it made sense. At the end of the week, Mellukh sent Morpheus to the Sith's apartment as usual with a cheery pat on the back for earning him so much money. He'd made an offhand remark about Morpheus finally being good at something, which irked him a bit. But he ignored it, eager to head to the Sith's apartment to learn more force tricks. But when he arrived, the apartment was bare and droids were leaving with the Sith's luggage. His heart dropped to his stomach as his eyes landed on the Sith who appeared to have been waiting for him. "You're leaving?" "My work is done here." The Sith replied with a nod and stepped forward to hand him a card. It was a shuttle pass to Korriban. "But this isn't the end of your training. I told you that you could be capable of so much more but you need to break free of this life first. That anger that you feel festering in your soul? Use it. Unleash it on the one who owns you. Break your own chains and then continue your training on Korriban. Only once you have done this and passed your trials can you become Sith." "Me? Sith?" The Sith placed his hand on Morpheus's shoulder. "Take control of your own destiny. I hope to see you again. On another world, carving out your own future." Morpheus watched the Sith leave with a sad expression. Once he was alone in the apartment, he looked at the shuttle pass. For the first time in his entire life, he could imagine having a completely different life. One where he wouldn't be beaten for talking out of turn. One that he had more control over. It excited him. It granted him hope. He knew in his heart that this was exactly what he wanted but the Sith had been right about one thing. Mellukh would never let him just leave. He needed to take his destiny into his own hands and break free from his bonds. He looked at the door that the Sith had left through. "Until we meet again... [REDACTED]" Morpheus went back to his owner's quarters to confront him. Mellukh had raised an eyebrow in surprise at seeing him. "Back so soon?" he asked. "You didn't do anything to embarrass me or put him off, did you?" he demanded, already looking agitated. "I'm leaving," Morpheus replied simply and for a moment Mellukh was taken aback but then erupted in laughter. "Good one! You had me going for a second there!" he cackled. "Now if you're done 'servicing' his Lordship, go and scrub the factory floors. There was an incident about an hour ago and now the floors are sticky... and I'm down a slave." he waved dismissively. "If only your mother hadn't decided to eat glass. I'd have a few replacements ready to go by now." Morpheus glared at Mellukh. "Don't talk about my mum like that!" he growled, clenching his fists. "Now, now Morp. Calm down. Do I need to shock some sense into you again?" "Fuck you! I'm done with this! I'm done being a slave! I'm leaving and I'm going t-" Pain shot down Morpheus's spine. His muscles tensed as electricity coursed through him. He gagged, gasping. He gripped the collar around his neck and fell to his knees in agony. "Leave me?" Mellukh laughed as he stood from his couch. A remote was in his hand and he kept his finger on the button that caused Morpheus's shock collar to shock him repeatedly. "And where will you go, hm? With what money? You. Are. Mine! You were mine from birth and you were mine from the minute a client pumped you into Alekya! You will be mine until you expire! Do you hear me slave? You're nothing but property and that's all you will ever be!" Rage. That's all Morpheus knew. All Morpheus had become. He forced himself to stand despite the pain and reached an arm out to Mellukh who was grinning at him evilly. "What's that Morp? You want me to stop?" he mocked. Having assumed that Morpheus was reaching out to beg for mercy. "Have you come to your senses yet, boy?" Glowering, Morpheus focussed on the intense hatred that he felt for his owner. He felt the force shift and move around him so he focussed on tapping into it. He wanted him to feel the pain that he was feeling. He wanted him to feel the burn of the electric volts charging through his every limb. He wanted him to suffer the way he'd made him suffer. Static snapped around his fingertips. Seeing this, Mellukh's smile slipped but he didn't have time to react or move before purple lightning erupted from Morpheus's hand and ensnared him in its current. Mellukh dropped the remote while letting out a loud shriek. The relief was immediate but Morpheus was so consumed in his hatred and he maintained the stream of lighting that he'd thrown at his owner. Bolt after bolt struck Mellukh and his screams were like music to Morpheus's ears. He loved every second of it as joyful tears slid down his cheeks. He kept it going until his screams died out and all that was left of Mellukh was a smoking, smouldering corpse. The entire ordeal had only lasted seconds but to Morpheus, it had felt like a lifetime and now that it was over, he quickly became aware of his surroundings. The alarms. The approaching shouts from Mellukh's men who were rushing to help him. Morpheus knew that he wasn't skilled enough yet to take them all on so he hid and at the first opportunity he snuck out and made his way to the shuttle for Korriban. An Imperial trooper accepted his pass after seeing which Sith Lord it was from, then made arrangements to have his slave chip and shock collar removed before he could get onboard. It was happening. It was really happening... the start of his new life! Morpheus Baelfire felt reborn as he looked through the window to see a sea of stars and ships. He chuckled to himself as tears dripped onto his shirt. He was free... finally. Of course, he was terrified of what his trials might entail. He'd heard a few stories during his trip from other would-be acolytes but he didn't care. Anything was better than the life he'd just come from. He realised during this trip that this would be an opportunity to re-invent himself. He could be anyone he wanted to be. Maybe-... He stopped mid-thought as he felt as though he was being watched. He looked away from the window and met eyes with a red-skinned woman who was smiling at him. He stared back uncertainly, wondering who she was or why she would show any kindness to him. Little did he know at this point, that during their trials on Korriban, she would become a valued friend.

shadowess - May 4, 2021 "For my own good?! Who are you to decide that?!" Rickster snapped. David looked off to one side as he heard Nate. After a moment, he looked back at Ricky and Rickster. "Ricky is right. You might not see it right now, but you will." he said gently. He then placed a hand on Ricky's shoulder. "I'm sorry, Ricky but I'm afraid we have to wrap this up for now, there's somewhere that I'm needed urgently. Say your goodbyes for today and I'll bring you back tomorrow." he said gently while sending a mental message to Nate to hold on a moment as his hands were currently full. Once Ricky would be done saying goodbye, he'd teleport them to the Library. "There are only the couches to sleep on but you should find them to be comfortable enough...I'm sorry, Ricky but I'll be back as soon as I can. We'll discuss your plan when I return and go visit Rickster again tomorrow. Feel free to browse the books. I believe there are a few here and there from Earth..." He'd then teleport to the penthouse, facing Nate. "I got here as soon as I could. What's happened?" --- Sebastian kissed him back then cringed a little himself when the kiss broke, recalling Carter had thrown up not too long ago. He chuckled at Carter's apology. "It's alright. Guess I'll just have to kiss you anywhere other than your mouth for now then." he winked. --- Patience's cheeks turned a little pink at his explanation. "Ah! I see." She chuckled. She stood and faced him. "I can leave you to rest if you want? Now that I know everyone is alright, I suppose there's no reason for me to hang around here." --- Parker stared at Hades after Leo left. He'd mentioned that Leo should've burned the wings that are now on Will but didn't bother to explain why. Apparently deciding there was no point in explaining it. Leo didn't even seem all that bothered about not finding out either. He just seemed eager to leave which Parker could admittedly understand. "I am...so confused..." he muttered. --- Oscar had sent the girls away in cabs, making sure their fares were covered. He'd been walking down the street, hands in his pockets and lost in his thoughts when he heard Leo calling out to him. He came to a dead stop, eyes wide as he stared forward, listening. He bit his lip, holding back tears as he glared hard at the ground. He clenched his fists and didn't move for a couple of minutes as he debated whether or not he really wanted to see Leo right now. Letting out a sigh, he teleported into the mansion with his back to Leo, folding his arms and refusing to look at him. "Talk then." he said coldly. --- In an office building somewhere in Egypt, Michael was staring out of the window with his arms folded. The door opened and a male Angel with dark hair, wearing silver-white armor walked in. "Sir, Rob is here." he said. Michael turned around to look at him, his face as expressionless as ever. "Send him in." The male Angel nodded and walked out. A moment later, Rob knocked on the door before limping into the room. He was covered in cuts, one of his wings bent out of shape and a pair of fang marks on his lower left arm. "S-sir?" he addressed Michael nervously. "Report." Michael said, his eyes burning into Rob's. "W-we tracked the fugitive and his partner to France...We've lost Clemons and Novak, sir..." "You underestimated Nate." Michael said. Rob hesitated before saying. "A-actually sir...Nate wasn't there when we made our move..." Michael rose a brow at Rob. "Three Angels defeated by one vampire?" He asked skeptically. He shook his head a little. "We should keep an eye on that one..." "...We er-...we can't anymore, sir...When Nate found out what had happened he alerted the French authorities...Tom is under lock and key. We can't get anywhere near him." Michael's features didn't budge but there was a subtle glint in his eyes that made Rob shudder fearfully. Rob had known Michael long enough to know when he was angry, even if he never outwardly showed it. "Then what of the other operation?" Rob stiffened a little, nervous to answer. "The plan was going without a hitch...we spiked her drink so she'd get drunk faster. Novak manipulated her thoughts so she'd be stuck ruminating on negative thoughts all night and we followed her to the building where she climbed up like you predicted she would. I was getting ready to literally swoop in and save her..." Michael studied him carefully. "Why do I have a feeling this plan failed as well?" he said and though his voice was monotone, Rob picked up on the agitation. "A cop saw her... He followed her and caught her before she could fall. He took her back to his place..." Michael turned away from Rob and rubbed his chin thoughtfully, trying to keep his composure. "Get yourself cleaned up and move on to the third plan." he ordered then turned his head a little to stare at Rob. "And Robert. Do not fail again." he warned. Robert gulped but nodded and left hurriedly. Denix Vames - May 5, 2021 Ricky turned away. Frowning with tears in his eyes. He nodded at David. "I'll see what I can find that's readable." Nate crossed his arms. Glaring at him but not because of him. "Some little angel bitches tried to kill Tom. I told the police and they have him guarded now. They're going to investigate this case. They have the tools to do it. What I want to know is who's the bigger bitch that's sending these fucking angels after my god damn boyfriend?!" --- Carter laughed. "I guess so." --- James frowned. "Maybe I should leave too. I don't want to be an inconvenience but I really have nowhere to go." --- "You and me both." ,said Will. Hades placed his sword back in its sheath. "I will not take your powers from you. I am only doing this because I can sense a greater. And you are not a threat. But please use the power you have wisely." He nodded at them. "Take care. Both of you." He disappeared. Will raised a brow. "A greater threat?" --- Leo bit his lip before speaking. "I work for the CIA. That's why I wanted you to think that I was dead because of the fact that you'd be in danger too. I'll be making lots of enemies just by working with them. But me and every other politician....Even the president. We're working on a law that would protect people like us. All kinds of creatures. Some of the people who work in the Whitehouse. They're not all human. They understand what it's like to be outcasted. Some have even be in ADIEU!" Tears ran down his cheeks. His voice was starting to break. "I'm sorry, Oscar. I should have told you. I just didn't want you to get hurt. I realize now that I've been pushing everybody way. That I've been isolating myself. That I've broken your heart. And I've scared all of you. I'm sorry. I....You don't have to take me back. We don't have to be together if you're still mad at me. But I still love you." --- Hades appeared in the office building. He shouted, "Clypeus!" (shield) "You cannot fight me. What I want is a conversation. Are these God's orders or are you disobeying your master? Disobeying the potential treaties? Don't think for once second that I wasn't listening. I can read everyone's minds and organize their thoughts in my head." shadowess - May 5, 2021 ((Aahhh shit lol Sorry, this was my bad. I should've been clearer and let you know. The last part with the office was purely expositional. Just something happening in the background to show that Atma's predictions were coming true. For that storyline to work, the other's need to figure out what these Angels are doing before the final confrontation with Michael. 😕 )) Denix Vames - May 5, 2021 (ok ill make sure to keep that in mind when you write a scene like that next time. sorry lol) shadowess - May 5, 2021 (lol No, it's ok. That was my fault, not yours. I should've let you know before you posted. I'm just a little concerned that the group won't have anything to solve with Hades confronting the Angels. Does Hades have any weaknesses they could exploit to get him to back off for a bit?) Denix Vames - May 5, 2021 (i was going to have him become weak because he has the Energy eye. eventually it would make him become. like he's dying. honestly, i just made him into an indestructible being. but since he has some kind of Blood God in him, I can imagine that wolf venom would be a possible weakness. maybe even angel feathers and their weapons since a Blood God is both vamp/demonic) shadowess - May 5, 2021 "What?!" David was shocked to hear the news. He folded his arms and rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Alright, we'll figure this out." he sighed. "I'll need to inform Patience of this so she and the other Angels in the negotiations are aware...Do you know if they said anything specific or left anything behind that might give away what kind of group they're in? Like a calling card? God, you don't suppose it's The Devine all over again, do you?" David speculated, trying to figure out why Angels would randomly attack Tom. He didn't look forward to telling Patience about this. To Patience, vampires made from her bloodline were like family. She wasn't going to be happy when she found out. She may even get angry or protective. "Oh, and for the sake of letting Patience know, is Tom alright? Would she be able to visit him where he is?" --- Sebastian smiled and kissed his cheek, then slowly moved his kisses down to Carter's neck. Both his hands slipped under Carter's shirt to feel his chest and hips a bit before pulling his shirt off him. He began moving his kisses down from Carter's neck to his collarbone, to his chest while gently pushing Carter to sit back on the couch. --- Patience smiled at James kindly and shook her head a little. "But that's what this place is for. People who are lost and have nowhere else to go. I'm sure Carter and Sebastian won't mind you staying here after what you've done to help them. Here, use this bedroom to rest in. I'll go and let you get some rest. I have my own work to do anyway. If you or the others ever need help though, just call my name. I'll be here as soon as I'm able." She then vanished, leaving James alone in the bedroom. --- "Great...now I'm even more confused than I was a second ago!" Parker rubbed his temples in frustration. "I think I'm actually getting a headache from all this..." he sighed and looked at Will. "Wana go back to bed?" --- Oscar didn't move or speak while Leo was talking. He continued looking away from him, not turning around even as his own tears started to fall. When Leo was finished speaking, Oscar gave away that he was crying by sniffing. Then he spoke, his own voice broken and angry. "How could you do that to me?" He turned and faced him, his tearful eyes glaring into Leo's. "You know what it's like to lose someone you love. You know that I've lost someone before too. How could you make me think that I'd lost you too? I gave my heart to you. I TRUSTED YOU! I wouldn't have cared if you'd joined the CIA. I'd have supported you! I know you're strong and I trust that you can handle yourself, why couldn't you do the same for me?!" He folded his arms again, turning his head and looking away as he tried to calm down a bit. "I love you, Leo..." he said finally. "But I don't know if I can trust you after that..." he said honestly. He desperately wanted to hold Leo in his arms again but he was too hurt. --- (Cool, I can work with that.) Michael rose a brow at Hades. "Disobeying? I am proving that the Devils cannot be trusted as it would seem Heaven has forgotten this very basic rule." The energy in Hades stirred when it sensed Michael and listened in carefully. "Uh...kiddo? I have a bad feeling about this." it warned. Michael snapped his fingers. "Of course, for our plan to work, we cannot allow you to return to your friends." A couple of Angelic guards entered the room. One holding a pair of handcuffs, the other holding some kind of dart gun. "But don't worry. We won't bring harm to you. You will be judged fairly, as the others will. If you are innocent you will have nothing to fear and we will let you go. If found guilty, I'm sure the ADIEU will find someone like you quite fascinating." Michael then gave off a strong aura that surrounded Hades, making him feel as if the gravity around him was increasing. Pulling him to the floor. "I would advise that you don't fight. It'll only hurt if you do." Denix Vames - May 5, 2021 "There were handcuffs and their bodies but that was it. Tom is fine. He's in a room that keeps angels from entering. It's in the police department. She can visit but she need to identify herself as will any visitor. Whether or not, they're friend or foe is up to the cops." The ceiling suddenly fell apart when Nate started to glow. He gripped his own arms. "But I swear that when I see more of those angelic fucks! I'm going to rip them apart! Limb from fucking limb until they start SCREAMING!" --- Carter started moaning at his touch. Leaning back as he let Sebastian's kisses overtake him. There was a sudden knock at the door. He sat up and grabbed his shirt. "Give me a sec." He threw his shirt on. Buttoning up as he walked to the door. He opened it. A concerned Blaire stood there. "Blaire?" "Carter!" She was in tears as she ran inside. "Hades's has gone missing! He didn't show up for work today! He never misses a day! He didn't even call me or anything! I tried to call him but he never answered! Please! You have to help me find him!" "Alright. It's going to be ok. Just calm down and have a seat." Blaire sat at a chair. He hand her the glass of water he hadn't drank. --- James sat at the edge of the bed. He looked around. "Hmm....Maybe this place is a sanctuary." --- "Gladly." Will stood to follow him but stopped in his tracks. He clutched his eyepatch as he fell to his knees. Gritting his teeth and flinching at the pain. He was sweating. His purple eye glowed. "What the-?! What's going on?!" --- Leo reached out but clutched his hand. Keeping himself from touching his shoulder. "I know. I understand. I should have realized that you were capable of handling yourself. It's just that...You reminded me so much of her. My wife. She was strong but not that strong." He clutched the fabric of his shirt. "I was the one who killed her and my daughter. I was scared that I was going to kill you too. But not the way I did to her. Just....Everywhere I go, I leave nothing but death and destruction. I thought killing criminals made sense but now nothing does. I feel so lost without anyone to guide me. And I did the same to you. I realize now what I've done." He threw himself on him from behind. Wrapping his arms around him. "I'm sorry, Oscar! I'm so sorry! I should have never hurt you! I can't stand not being near you! All of our friends see me as a bad person now! As a monster! And they're right! They're all right! And so are you!" --- Hades dropped to his knees. He cried out as he tried to get himself to stand. "What's going?!" He spoke to the Blood God in his head. "This shouldn't affect me!" His eyes widened. "Unless....!" Blood dripped from the red eye. He touched the blood. Looking at it. "Of course!" He fell to the floor again. He cringed as he lifted his head. "Summone Amicus!" (summon friend) Will suddenly appeared. "What the hell?!" The purple hands grabbed the angel with cuffs and the angel with the dart gun. Shoving their heads against each other's which popped like cherries. Splattering blood all over. "Ok! Apparently, we're doing this?!" The purple hands grabbed Michael. Throwing him out the window. The aura left. They grabbed Hades and teleported both men back in Will's house. Hades was unconscious. The purple hands disappeared. Will fell to his knees. Taking deep breaths. "What the fuck?!" shadowess - May 5, 2021 "Handcuffs? Why would Angels looking to kill Tom have handcuffs?" David thought aloud while scratching his head. He then nodded when Nate told him where Tom was and that Patience would have to identify herself first. "I'll let her know..." David jumped a little and stood back as the ceiling began to cave in. He held up his hands, trying to calm Nate. "Well, we have to find them first and that'd be difficult without keeping a cool head! Nate, I'd suggest going back to France. If the authorities there are as good as you say they are then maybe you can help them find the Angels? In the meantime, I'll let Patience know what's happened so she can alert Heaven and avoid this whole thing putting the negotiation in jeopardy. Then I'll inform Charles so he knows any attacks from this group of Angels is not on behalf of Heaven. The last thing we need on top of all this is a new war...When I'm done, I'll come to France to help wherever I can, alright?" --- Sebastian had been kissed Carter's chest and gradually making his way down to his stomach, his hands toying with Carter's pants as he went. He'd been about to unbuckle his belt when the knock on the door interrupted them. He froze then pulled away from Carter with a slightly disappointed look to let him put his shirt back on. He couldn't help overhearing Blaire saying that Hades had gone missing. He tensed, suddenly feeling uncomfortable. Did she not know about him? When she sat down and Carter passed her the glass of water, he shared a concerned look with Carter. "Uh...Blaire, do you know if Hades has any powers?" he started, wanting to know if Blaire was aware of Hades being supernatural first. --- Oscar stiffened when Leo wrapped his arms around him and he tried to look away, trying to stay angry but his anger was wavering as Leo apologized and called himself a monster. He sighed heavily and brought a hand up to hold one of his arms, caressing it with his thumb a little comfortingly. "You're not a monster." he said softly. He then turned his head to glare at Leo. "A fucking idiot, maybe." he scolded then shook his head and said more softly; "but not a monster." Pushing his arms off him, Oscar turned around to face Leo once more. He caressed his cheek, his eyes softened. He opened his mouth to say something then paused. He then suddenly pressed his lips hard against Leo's, kissing him passionately while wrapping his arms around him to hold him tightly to him. "Oh, fuck it...I still love you!" He breathed between kisses, then pulled back and stared into his eyes intensely, smirking a little. "You have an awful lot of making up to do." he said seductively as his wings sprouted behind him. He kissed Leo's neck. "I'm going to have to punish you." he whispered into his ear. "I'll have to make you scream." he chuckled, then nibbled gently on his ear. --- Parker stopped and look back at Will when he heard him fall to his knees. "Will?!" He moved towards him, reaching out but within seconds Will had vanished. "Wha-?! Will?!" He looked around for a minute, frightened and having no clue what had just happened, where Will had gone or if he'd see him again. Thankfully, he didn't have to wait long. Just as he'd taken out his phone and been about to call Carter, Will reappeared with an unconscious Hades. "Will! What happened?! Where did you go!? What's wrong with Hades?!" he said, rushing forward to kneel next to him, wrapping his arms around him briefly before pulling back to look them both over carefully. The energy in Hades paced in a replica of Carter's living room. "Didn't I tell ya I had a bad feeling? Angels...and you're part Devil now so you gotta be careful around them! I don't know if I told ya this but if you die while I'm in here, -I'll- die too!" he wasn't angry, but by the tone of his voice and the look on his face, he seemed concerned. "Hey, kiddo? You're ok, right?"

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