Smoky-gray clouds scrawled across the blackened sky, flakes of snow falling, dancing through the breeze in their descent to the iced earth below. Some of them caught and melted away to nothing when making contact with the glass, destroyed by the warm and ghostly glow of the dying streetlamps, the wicks of the candles almost entirely withered away by the flames. Soon it would only leave the milky-white moon hanging heavy in the sky to light the night, the bitter January night in Vienna, Austria.
Hooves clicked against cobblestone, wheels racketing as they bounced across the tiny breaks in the smooth stone surface. Very few carriages were out tonight, and the sour temperature was surely to blame, not to mention the blanket of white that draped across the city. Yes, tonight was truly a night that was better spent indoors with family and friends, conversing by the fireplace over a glass of sherry than it was outside in the cold, haunting city. Nonetheless, some people persevered and braved the cold. Perhaps for a promised evening with the missus, perhaps for a planned party, or perhaps just to get out and enjoy the gloomy light…
The shriek of a woman pireces the frozen air, silenced even quicker than it had begun by the ringing of the clock tower, 10 PM, and only getting later.. Far be it the right of a human to use tonight as a night of recreation, a night of pleasure and joy… the night was a gift for the warm blooded bastards, the moon belonged to the children of the damned before it did those that worshipped the son. A hot crimson leaked its way into the churchyard snow, crunched underfoot by something that was neither human nor animal.
A serpentine hiss echoed in the empty halls of the St.Stephen’s cathedral, inhuman shadows plastered against the stained glass windows, twisting against the gothic angles of the old church, silver-hazel eyes glinting in the deadlight behind the pulpit. There was a reason that they closed the church doors at night, a reason why people weren’t allowed to pray to their God. Some things weren’t meant to be seen by human eyes, at least not the eyes of the normal, defenseless humans…
Only a few knew the truth of what went on beneath the house of Christ, select nobles, higher ups in the clergy, but no one else was aware of the bloodlettings, the rituals and the blasphemies that took place on such sacred grounds. Some Sunday mornings, a wide-eyed little tyke would ask his dear mother, “what is that?” as he pointed inquisitively at a three-pronged, bloody and clawed footprint in the snow. Of course, she didn’t have an answer for her son… but instead silence, a firm grip on his hand and a frantic gallop away from the back of the church, sheared flesh buried beneath the bushes and only barely poking up through the frozen precipitation.
The few commonfolk that ever witnessed those rare, bloodied sights behind Austria’s most important religious building never told anyone about what they had seen. It was either out of fear, or because they never had the chance to open their mouths to tell another soul. After all, in such a large city, there were going to be a few disappearances and not enough ways to keep track of them all. “Keep the faith, they’ll return to you one day,” so said the St.Stephen’s preacher… and so it was never done.
A creak of an old wooden door, the sound of nails on stone, the swish of a tail, the crunching of bone, tearing of flesh, and then it was done… satisfied for another bloody Austrian evening.
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“I can't believe they're keeping information from me...” Viend Gahl snarled under his breath, sweeping his black cloth coat up in one smooth motion It was unbelievable, all the money, time and spirit he had put into their projects, festivities and people… and they wouldn’t even tell him about what all this nonsense going on at the church was? That wouldn’t do, it wouldn’t do at all. When it involved his young daughter, only being six years old, Viend was going to take matters into his own hands. The poor girl was a wreck, babbling about blood and fingers in the snow, and he knew his little Elsie wasn’t the type to lie… especially not when she was wailing like a dying cat, soaking her little face with tears.
The thirty-two year old had finally managed to get the poor girl to sleep, having been dealing with her all day. It was frustrating. Not the child herself, but the people at that church, his fellow members on the city council… nobody was telling him a goddamned thing. Giving the little redhaired girl a kiss on the forehead, he headed out of the house, flopping on a hat, hiding most of his dark brown, almost black hair. Viend was most definitely mad, going out in such bitter temperatures, but things had to be dealt with, and he was the only one able to deal with it. Well, maybe not able, but definitely the only one willing to get his hands dirty that he knew.
With any luck, no one would recognize him. Of course, with any luck, they’d fucking tell him what the secrets were. Viend never did get along well with lady luck, he’d known that for the past six and a half years. The green eyed noble was probably the luckiest man in the world, yet the unluckiest all at the same time. He had money, he had a degree of power and influence, so he was lucky when it came to such material things. When it came to other walks of life? Not a chance in hell… God hated him, and yet he still provided the church with funds.
God had to hate him, seeing as Viend basically had sinful magic engraved onto his soul. It wasn’t really magic, but try telling that to the church. Try telling it to Viend himself, they’d think of you as absolutely mad. No normal person could see clearly in total darkness, see through it as if the sun were shining high above on a summers day. No normal person could focus on an object and move it by just thinking about it, just by willing it to be done. Yet Viend could do just those things, so he had to have been touched by some sort of demon.
Maybe that was why the church told him nothing. Maybe they knew about what he was, what he could do? Maybe they were using him for his money and his money alone, then laughed about how he was going to get cast into hell when he wasn’t looking. He shook his head, tried to clear his head of those thoughts. That couldn’t be the case. Father Villedende wasn’t that sort of man… not to Viend’s knowledge anyway. No man that would be so kind to his daughter would laugh behind his back, about his condemnation, would he?
Either way, there would be time to ponder such things later. For now, the clean-cut man held his coat shut tight against the bitter air, just keeping on his path to the cathedral through the snowy, dark streets, barely being lit by the candles in the streetlamps. The ethereal light of the moon was more of a lamp than those shoddily kept structures could ever hope to be. “God, guide me… please… now more than ever,” he whispered a prayer, just wanting to be set on the right path.
It was 10:15 PM and only getting later... tonight was going to be a life changing and eye opening experience…
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“Oh, this dreary, desolate, dreadful sort of day,” he mumbled to himself as he looked out from a window of a wooden building. The man was located in the second story, and anyone with good eyes could see him just sitting down, looking out and watching those that passed by. What they wouldn’t see was the bottle of alcohol next to him, unless they happened to pass by at a time when he took a large gulp. Truth be told, the man was in a never ending phase of mourning, not that he cared if anyone had seen him drinking. Most wouldn’t think anything of it, after all, it was the city life, people had their reasons for drinking, didn’t they?
The man could feel that something was off about the night, as if something terrible had happened. Yet, considering the city life, terrible acts were just natural. Even still, the man felt that there was something unholy about this place, especially tonight. He couldn’t explain it, but he always trusted his gut feelings.
“Where the devil could this feeling even be coming from? What in blue bloody hell would be the source to this eerie, ill feeling within me?” the man muttered, not asking anyone, for no one could be found in the room, except pure darkness, just something he had grown accustomed to. If anything, darkness was the man’s best friend, and most bitter enemy all at once. That’s how he saw it, anyway, for it accompanied him in his most dreary of moods. Yet, even if it did follow him like a good friend being there for him, he wished for it to be gone. He wished for this darkness, which went best with loneliness, to cease to exist. Yet, he laughed at those wishes whenever they decided to rear their presence within his head, for he doubted that his wishes would ever be granted.
Something had been bothering him ever since he got here though, he knew that much. Whether it be an evil presence, or just the fact that the city was not a place he preferred. Yet, every time he had passed by one particular church, St. Stephan’s Cathedral, something didn’t feel right. It was unthinkable, however, that an evil presence could set foot in a holy place, to most people anyway. The man couldn’t explain it, but something was off about that church. He had only attended once, yet that was all it took for him to get that eerie feeling, which had decided to latch on and follow him around ever since. On Sundays, the man would find himself standing just outside of the place on Sunday, for while he wished to pay his respects to the good lord, he couldn’t set foot in that place, not while he felt something so strong about the evils that could’ve lurked within.
When he was prancing about the city, whether looking for something, or just to simply walk around to clear his thoughts, he bore his usual attire. He had a black cloak, simply to keep him warm, as well as a mere white shirt of the day, long-sleeved and everything. On his legs, were brown pants, and everything else being standard clothing of the day as well. Yet, he bore a cloak because he always carried with him two short swords, but, they were hidden from public eye thanks to the cloak. The cloak seemed old fashioned, but this man didn’t care, so long as it did what it was supposed to. His facial features were nothing spectacular, for he had short brown hair, and the irises of his eyes were stained blue. Yet, his eyes bore heavy circles under them, suggesting lack of sleep, which wouldn’t be surprising for him.
“Hmmm, perhaps I should take another walk…” the man mumbled to himself, though he didn’t want to cross passed the Holy House again, for that feeling troubling him would only double, which wouldn’t be good. Yet, he wanted to clear his head for the hundredth time. He continued thinking, while doing his normal people watching.
This tormented man, who looked to be about the age of forty, if not slightly older, was Deful Levis, a man of many mysteries.
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Such a treacherous journey, long and horrible on the backside. The voyage from Milan to Vienna wasn't the most easiest of transitions-- especially with the strong tensions between Austria and Italy, especially that checkpoint along the boarder. That swine of a man, he wasn't checking her for having weaponry or any such things, his hands had that lewd and lustful feeling to them. Again, it was not the best of ideas to be traveling alone without a companion or a male chaperon to keep such perverted men from stealing a feel. "I dislike being seen as nothing but a bust to such filthy men," she complains as she tries to fix her long curls. Though that was the past now, what happened.. happened, being infuriated about it wasn't going to do young Anna Melech any good.
Sitting back in her carriage, the woman tries to get comfortable again. The wretched weather already stalled her voyage a day and a half, and this was just getting even more frustrating. Gazing out the small window of her frigid carriage, she saw the sunsetting and from the looks of it-- night time will catch her before she arrives. "Oh, this is lovely, " she mumbles and puffs her dark red lip in a pout. Quickly sliding down the window she calls out to her carriage man,
"Sir, how long do you think it will be before we arrive at Vienna?"
"Sit tight my lady, we probably will not arrive until late night. Give or take.. around nine? Maybe ten?"
"Well that's most frustrating. The sun is barely going down."
"I will try to get there as soon as possible, but these horses only go so fast. Nevertheless, my lady please take shelter inside the carriage, I wouldn't want you to catch something unpleasant."
"Very well," she finishes with a sigh. To her knowledge, talking to the carriage man was probably her highlight of the journey, that and sleeping of course. Adjusting her rather annoying corset from beneath her white petticoat and dark blue gown, she then places her thick black shawl over her shoulders to keep warm in this dreadful carriage. Anna soon after drifted off into a deep sleep.
Alas, she stirs from her sleep at around nine-thirty, though it wasn't the smoothest of wake up calls. The boisterous whinnying of the horses and their mad dash off trail-- is what woke poor Anna up as the carriage threatens to flip as it bounces over the rocky terrain. "What the?" she utters as she hears her carriage man yelling in an attempt to get control over them.
About ten minutes into the dangerous ride, the horses come to an abrupt stop, causing poor Anna to collide into the front of the carriage, "Ow." She was completely clueless about what just happened, she wasn't afraid, rather she was more worried about them being lost in this weather. Then suddenly, gunfire rings out right next to her carriage, it was at that instant she realizes. "Damn it, don't tell me we're being robbed. OF ALL TIMES, WHY THIS ONE?!" She sits up in an uproar as she bundles up and waits to see what happens.
"Come out! Or risk being shot like your carriage boy," A hoarse male voice calls out with a grunt. He surely sounded like quiet the 'gentleman'-- Anna was about ready to barge out of the carriage and give that pansy man a piece of her mind. Yet that wasn't the smartest idea on her part. Gathering her shawl and scarf, the woman wraps up and regains her composure before descending out of the safety of her carriage. Once she did, Anna catches sight of her carriage man face down in dark snow-- no doubt about it, that was his blood coating the snow. The moon was her only source of light as she gazes out at three dark silhouette figures on horses-- perhaps there were more, but her eyes only caught three, nonetheless she was obviously outnumbered.
'Just great.' "You call, sir?" she says in the most calmest and sweetest of manners, but what she really wanted to say to the men would only make God frown upon her. Pulling her shawl tighter around her, she walks further out, towards the men. "Is something the matter?" she murmurs, pretending as if she didn't see her carriage man.
One of the men quickly unmounts his horse and walks over to Anna with a kerosene lamp in hands-- it was obvious from the smell it gave off. Coming ever so close-- too close for comfort, he holds up the lamp to catch a glimpse of Anna's face. "My beautiful blue-eyed dear, traveling alone tonight?"
"Indeed I am, sir." Trying her best to not smack the man across the cheek, she keeps her hands concealed beneath her warm shawl.
"How about you come with us. We'll keep you company.. even when you sleep," he utters in the most disgusting of tones and his rancid breath condenses into little clouds in the air.
"I'm afraid that's not the proper thing for a lady to do, sir. To go with a disgusting, filthy, and obviously lecherous man like you, I think not!" Her tone raises slightly as she turns her head around and walks over to her carriage man-- no doubt about it, he was already dead.
Reaching out, he grabs Anna's arm and pulls her on him. "I'm afraid you don't have a choice, my dear. Tonight, I shall make you my woman for real," he utters and wraps his filthy arms around her waist.
That was it, the man pushed her over the edge. She was already upset about how that guard at the Austrian check point handled her, now this swine? Without giving the man a warning, she rams her knee deep into his groin. "Hand off me you swine!" She demands and pulls away from him.
Stumbling into the snow, the man wails in pain as soon as she gave that cowardly attack. But of course, what a fitting attack to a coward just like he. "You little tramp!" He barks out and quickly, the other two men ride up with their horses, surround the man and Anna as well.
Ignoring that others, Anna reaches down and grabs the man by the collar of his shirt. For a woman, Anna was quite strong-- but who said anything about she being a human woman? She was already draining this man of every last ounce of energy he had. "Listen here you piece filth, call me a tramp again and I'll be sure to drain you well enough and leave you here as a frozen treat for the werewolves!" She threatens as she let's out a toothy grin.
The man freezes in fear as he realizes what she really was, but even then, his assumptions were wrong. "Vampire!" He cries out with the little strength he has left before falling limp. He was only half correct, Anna was a vampire, but not the common kind like her blood guzzling kin. She was a psychic vampire, despite her trade mark vampiric fangs, she did not bite necks-- rather she just drains energy straight out of her prey. It was clean and it was less of a hassle.
One of the other horse men quickly takes aim for Anna with his gun and pulls the trigger as many times he could, such a stupid happy-trigger. One of the gun shots, hits his partner's horse, causing it to buckle and flip out of control. If that rider didn't break his neck or die crushed beneath that horse in that mess, then it was miracle. Unfortunately, another one of the bullets digs itself deep into Anna's abdomen, quickly it sent her straight to the ground-- motionless.
Once the happy-trigger ran out of his bullets and calmed down, he quickly descends his horse and fearfully walks over to Anna as she laid their in the snow. Being rather hesitant at first, he slowly reaches for her neck to check for her pulse. He quickly pulls his hand in fear, he didn't want to touch the creature. After a minute or two, he gains a little more confidence as he reaches for her neck once more. Being but a few inches away, Anna quickly grabs his wrist and comes to life again.
"Thought I was dead, my dear?" she utters with a chuckle as she pulls the man into the snow with her and manages to get him beneath her, faced down with his arm twisted back as she holds him. With a knee in his back, she asks, "Since it's your friends and your fault I'm not in Vienna. You're going to tell me, how far off am I from Vienna? And you better respond before I break your arm, sir." It was clear in her tone that she wasn't in the mood for games, nor was she patient.
"North.. north of h-here.. about a ha-half ki-kilometer away.." he mutters in a meek tone as his face was partially buried in the frigid snow. His body was trembling-- other then feeling cold, he was down right afraid.
"Why thank you," Anna response, "Now here is my sincere gratitude!" With a violent tug, she dislocates the man's shoulder and then drains the poor bastard of the rest of his energy. She was still very upset about this whole situation. Quickly, withdrawing herself from the man as falls limp, she walks over to his horse and begins to pillage the bags for anything worth value. She manages to get her hands on bottle of kerosene, a box of matches, a twelve inch blade, a pouch of bullets and a gun. Hiding the little trophies in her clothes, she then stands beside the horse and gives it a smack in the rear. "Heeya," she yells and the horse quickly rides off without a rider.
Walking back to her carriage, the woman pillages through her things and manages to get a hold of, money, a thick long coat and other warm pieces of clothing as she bundles up even further. She still had a journey ahead of her and she wasn't about to let the cold stop her. Walking to the front of the carriage, ignoring her dead carriage man's body, she releases the two horses that she has been traveling with the entire time and sends them off. The man was dead-- she couldn't do anything about it and if she were to shed a tear for him, that would only cause her cheeks to freeze up in this weather.
Now with that done, she rummages through the men rounding up a few more bills of money and she picks up the lamp that lewd man dropped earlier and refills it with kerosene. "There, all done. Next stop.. Vienna. Later gentlemen!" She says and approaches the last standing horse-- her ride to Vienna.
Gazing up at the sky, she catches sight of old faithful Polaris, living for so many years surely has it's benefits-- knowledge being one of them. Once Anna mounts the horse, she fastens the lamp to the side of the horse and holds onto the reigns. "My my, it's been a while since I've ridden a horse," she mumbles with a slight giggle as her deep blue eyes remain fixed on the North Star. "Onward to Vienna, Heeya," she calls out and gives the reigns a firm snap. The horse quickly gallops along as it and Anna leaves everyone else behind.
Finally, after such a wretched journey, the woman arrives at Vienna right when the great clock struck ten. Even though she reached her destination, she had no idea where she was exactly, aside that she was in Vienna. Slowing the horse down to a slow gallop, her eyes glance about the empty streets. "Oh great. How in bloody hell am I suppose to find my way to the Aletto's home?" Anna was disappointed, she hadn't thought this through. Besides there really wasn't much she could do about it, other then to find a place to stay. But where would she stay? The only thing she knew about Vienna was the St. Stephen's Cathedral-- "St. Stephen's Cathedral, I'm sure I could stay there till the morning." She had seen pictures of the cathedral before, it probably wasn't that hard to miss. To her luck, the cathedral was just a few blocks down the street.
Arriving at the tall breathtaking piece of architecture, the woman gets off the horse and walks it over to side of the cathedral. The bitter cold was hitting down on Anna hard as she shivers. Tying the reigns of the horse to a nearby post, she then unfastens the kerosene lamp. Approaching the cathedral doors, she slowly lets herself in and holds the lamp in front of her. "Anyone in here?" she calls out, but no response other then her echo. Inside the St. Stephen's Cathedral it was cold, eerie and very lonesome-- the feeling only brought her horrible chills. "So much for this being the house of God. It doesn't feel welcoming at all," she murmurs as she holds the lamp near for warmth.
How she longs for the morning sun to finally come, but from the looks of it, this is going to be one of the longest and sleepless nights of her life.
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People were assholes. Animals were douchebags. Hell, every single living creature upon God's green Earth were out to make life miserable for him. Bastards. If things were any different, he'd no doubt be plotting some kind of revenge against all who had slighted him, but there was an itty bitty problem with that.
"How much longer are you going to pout, Garvan?"
Speak of the devil. Or rather, the problem. He himself was the devil, not the parasite that was following him.
The man scowled and shot a dark look over his shoulder, his glare fixing onto the young man there. "Dion, if I wanted a lecture, I would've asked for one," he snapped in response, yet another glare reserved for the two bay horses that were being led behind Dion. With a haughty sniff, Garvan pointedly returned his attention to the streets in front of him.
Dion pursed his lips when his companion began to ignore him. Apparently Garvan was planning on pouting for a while yet. He had hoped that when they finally reached the city, Vienna to be precise, the grumpy devil would have calmed down a bit. If there was one thing denizens of the underworld knew how to pull off without any trouble, it was pouting. Instead of attempting further conversation with Garvan, Dion shifted his attention to the mares that were calmly walking at his side. "Don't worry, Roshan." He directed this to the mare at his right, managing a soft smile when the horse playfully nibbled his hair. "Garvan will apologize to you eventually. He has to wrap his mind around the concept first...it just takes him a while." The mare snorted at that, her head lifting up to allow her to better watch Garvan's back. Dion pouted himself when he spied the look in the horse's eye. "Awh, give him another chance. Please?" The horse looked back at Dion at that and tossed her mane.
/As long as he doesn't try to force me into leaping over the edge of a large hill ever again, I won't have a problem with carrying the idiot around. He sits like a sack of dead weight, though./
To anyone else listening, all that would be heard was a series of snorts and soft whinnies from Roshan. Dion just had an ability that allowed him to hear beyond that. To put it in less fancy terms, he could talk to animals. As such, he nodded when Roshan had spoken to show he understood. The other mare grumpily pawed at the ground, her ears flicking back across her skull.
/I personally would have bucked him off long ago. You're far too patient with that devil, sister./
Dion blinked and pat the other mare's muzzle, a smile twitching at the corners of his lips. "That's why we decided to let Roshan take care of Garvan...we all know how much you dislike him, Roshni."
Both horses abruptly stopped walking, which caused Dion to draw to a halt as well. The robed man blinked and cautiously tore his gaze from his equine friends, a nervous chuckle slipping out of his mouth when he spied that Garvan was facing them. From the look on the devil's face, he wasn't happy in any sense of the word. "Well, you CAN be a handful sometimes, Garvan..." Dion meekly announced. This statement caused the devil to scowl.
"That's the fucking point, idiot. I'm a devil. Devils do horribly mean things."
"Technically you're an ex-devil...wouldn't they execute you or something if you tried to go back to Hell?"
"Tactful, Dion. No wonder you were assigned to be my loyal puppy. Oh and you may as well tell that hoofed horror that we're selling it the instant we find a horse dealer."
"We're not going to sell Roshan. You can't blame her for balking when she did...just because you thought it a grand idea to look dashing for those noblewomen doesn't mean that Roshan would ever make a jump that would hurt her."
"It was a tiny hill! What was there to be afraid of?"
"That "tiny hill" was five feet down and there was mud at the bottom. She may have been able to make the jump, but she would have slipped in the mud and hurt herself."
"I know there was mud. I fell into it when the damn horse balked, remember?"
"Of course I remember. You sulked in that mud for a while and refused to come out until the noblewomen were gone. Then you went on a rant about how laughing at people should be outlawed and that those women wouldn't know a suitable man even if they saw one."
"Gee, thanks for reminding me of that. You're a real friend, Dion."
"Always happy to keep you humble, Garvan."
With a frustrated snarl, Garvan threw his arms into the air. He didn't try to say anything else to the grinning Dion and even turned his back to the other man. Truth was, he didn't want Dion to see the grin that was threatening to creep across his own face. The damn guy was irritating as hell yet somehow Garvan couldn't help but like the bastard. Damnit.
The devil was drawn out of his thoughts when Dion let out a squeak of surprise, one that was nearly covered completely by the sounds of the two horses' sudden and piercing whinnies. He looked back at Dion, arching an eyebrow at the horses' states. The whites of their eyes were clearly visible and from the way they were shifting about it looked as though they were struggling to keep from rearing back on their hind legs. Garvan opened his mouth to grump out a bastard statement or two, though he abruptly shut it when he sensed...something. Whatever it was he sensed, it wasn't something he wanted to mess with. Somewhere within the city lurked a very evil and dangerous entity. Figures. Garvan's gaze flicked to Dion and though the other man seemed preoccupied with murmuring reassurances to the two horses, Garvan would have to be blind to miss the determination spelled out on Dion's face. "Christ, Dion, you aren't seriously considering..."
"Yes, yes I am."
"Dion! We can't-"
"What we can't do is ignore this and you know it, Garvan." Dion looked at the devil once Roshan and Roshni had been somewhat calmed. "I know you wanted to go to the Musikverein, but that will just have to wait. Duty comes before fun after all."
Garvan stared. How could he still make jokes at a time like this? "I hate you. I really do," he muttered, a hand rubbing at his forehead, below the tiny red horns there. "Before we die, promise me one thing?"
"Sure! What would that be?"
"Never mention that I wanted to go to the Musikverein to anyone. EVER."
Dion grinned. "Fine, fine. If you want to be self-conscious about your love of music, go right ahead. I won't mention it to a soul."
Garvan rolled his eyes and tightly folded his arms across his chest. "Right. We might as well hurry up and die then. After you, oh noble one." Damnit. Garvan hated this job.
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D: For some reason that felt crappy to me. -sulks- Anyhoo, here's Dion and here's Garvan! Hoorah for the internet and its countless number of pictures!
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Nights were the worst. Blurry visions, quick flashes of the world rolled through her head all night. Voices, echoes, some louder, some mere whispers. All her life she had been tortured with these images. Cursed, that's what they had told her parents, what they had told her. Some snorted at curses but no, not her parents. They believed in them and so did she. She was cursed. No question about it.
Her eyes were staring at nothing particular. She just stood there, feeling disturbingly empty. Her heart was beating slowly, very slowly. A few snow flakes landed on her long, dark hair. "Colette." She heard a voice whisper. Her scrawny body did not move, did not flinch. It was like the word had not been spoken out. The truth was, she did not know if it had been real or not. She sometimes did not know what was real, what was mere imagination. Her hands were shivering in the cold air. She was underdressed as she had ran out of the house without thinking. After walking for hours she had arrived the city. And then she had just stopped on her tracks.
Collette. That was her name. She knew it. Her hands were shaking. That she did not know. She could not feel the cold. Collette felt so numb that her mind was fading. Suddenly it felt hard for her to really understand where she was. There was a church nearby, there was a cobbled street, there were some buildings. She felt like she wasn't in her own body though she really was. The empty feeling was just overbearing her.
"Collette." The voice whispered again but the woman known as Collette DuBois did not flinch. Then she felt something. She actually felt something. Her heart suddenly skipped a beat and started pumping faster as if to jump from glee that someone hadn't forgotten its existance deep in her chest, someone had woken her up from her dark thoughts. An arm wrapped around hers, allowing warmth to flow into her frozen body."You feel cold, Collette, my pet." The voice stated softly. She turned and faced a dark-haired man with a smile on his lips. He had shaved his beard like a gentleman should, his hair was trimmed and it was pushed back with grease. Collette smiled to him without speaking out a word of greeting. The smile was faint but was enough for the man to take her in to his house.
His wife was out of town again, visiting her ill sister. That was why he was so inviting. He whispered words of love to her ear. She was beautiful, she was his pet, she was fire in the winter night. Collette barely heard them, but she smiled. She still smiled when he laid her on his soft bed that had fine linens on it, making her bed at home seem uninviting. His colone smelled like dozens of roses had been caressing her nose at the same time. She let him have his way, she let him speak while she was silent. It was amazing what you could notice, what you could hear when you were silent. In the end, the man in the bed allowed her to stay in the warm bed. She rest her head against his bare chest, listening to his heartbeat. It was faster than hers. Her fingers gently ran down his chest hair.
In truth, Collette was not in that bed room. She was in her memories.
<"My child, I am sorry. You do not get to leave this room." The priest said while her parents stood behind him. Her bright, grey eyes looked at the three with confusion. "But I get to go tomorrow and play?" She asked feeling fear strangle her heart but she did not want to listen to it. Fear. It would go away, there was no reason for it. Mommy and daddy would not let anything bad happen to her. But the look in her parents' eyes worried her, it made her scared. "No, Collette, mon cherie. You cannot go outside. You--" Her father started and immediately Collette burst into tears. Soon her cry turned into a scream, loud scream that startled the horses outside. "We better go." The priest said, pushing the father and the mother towards the door. Collette's cry got more vicious, her screams, cries for justice, were still unheard. She tried to follow her parents but she was nudged back.>
Collette's fingernails started to sink into the man's bare chest. She closed her hand into a fist. Her knuckles got very pale, very fast, as she squeezed her fingers tighter against the palm.
<"Get out! Get out you cursed whore! GET OUT!" Her mother screamed. "We never wanted you! We never wanted you! You are a bastard born during the full moon! Cursed little devil's whore!" She could barely understand what the woman known as her mother was yelling but it made tears run down her cheeks. She searched for his father's help with her eyes but he did not make an effort to help his child.>
The sound of his heart grew louder in her ears. Her eyes stared out the window, at the snow, at the night sky. Or that's what it seemed like. In truth, she saw nothing.
<"GET OUT you filthy creature! you are not my child! You never were! Go back to your true father! Go! Go to you creator! The Devil! The Devil!" She tried hard to understand these words. "It's the best you leave Collette." Now her father finally spoke, but he spoke like to a stranger.>
Blood was on her hand now. On her face. On the fine sheets. The man, his heart was not beating anymore. There was silence.
<There was blood everywhere. Her own, her family's, their blood. She fell on her knees screaming and scrathing her face, tearing the skin. She just cried out there, on the floor, in the middle of the mess. "I am not a child anymore! It needs to go away! Time! Time was supposed to make it go away! AWAY! away....away..." Her voice turned into a whisper, then it was gone, though her lips were moving. "It's not my fault. It was not me." She was gasping for air. "My name is Collette, I am Collette. My name is Collette, my name is Collette, my name is Collette, my name is Collette..." She repeated, whispering. Then she completely forgot what she was doing. She got up and took the horses to the stable. >
Collette was outside again. Her face was clean, so were her hands. Her clothes were as pure as two hours ago. Now she did not remain standing in the cold. She walked down the cobbled street, hearing hooves hit it somewhere not so far. She was not empty anymore, there was peace in her soul. Collette calmly looked at the church she had now arrived at. She was drawn to it and curiosity was burning her mind but she did not move. She made herself remain there. She was not the only one finding this building intriguing. Collette looked around before she stepped on the holy church grounds. She moved like a cat, silently across the yard but at the door she hesitated. She wasn't sure she belonged there, she had a strange feeling she should go in but she did not feel like she should actually be there. It was confusing to her, so confusing.
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When one witnessed the beginning, creation, watched as civilizations rose and fell, observed first hand the evolution of humankind, the spiral into sin and corruption, immorality and lust, it was bound to make one...cynical.
Admittedly, cynicism...it was a trait not so very often associated with angels.
The female purposefully remained as inconspicuous as possible. Of course, two very large, white wings on her back didn't exactly assist in this greater goal, but a sort of glamor spell remedied the situation. Her wings were invisible to those who possessed no advanced abilities or latent mystical talent. In other words, she looked just as human to any such mortal that would wander by. This was excusing the ethereal, unearthly aura surrounding her and even her soft, appealing features. She was physical perfection, her race and purpose saw to it, but there was something about the scowl on her face that suggested pointing out such a trait might be...unfavorable for the one misfortunate enough to feel so inclined to point out.
Aside from a handful of curious stares she received from some passer-bys earlier during her sort of...vigil over the street, the night was quiet. She was relieved for that fact, humans belonged in their homes, with their families, and...away from the creatures that lurked and frequented in the night. Creatures that rarely were up to anything less than nefarious and malevolent.
Brushing a lock of her paper white hair from her face, the female glanced up at the darkened sky, letting out a heavy sigh. Her breath was visible on the frigid air, but her thoughts were very far from the cold, her dark gaze distant and lingering on the star-stained expanse. Part of her very being resented this task. As a higher ranking angel, she had a place, she had a purpose, and...job. It wasn't a task that required a sparkling personality, even. Guiding souls from the realm of the living to the afterlife wasn't the most appropriate station for the sort of angel -goodness no, she wouldn't point names- that was determined to skip and cry out the joys of peace and love and shower the world with never ending cheerfulness. She was quiet and reserved, both evident from her posture and poise as she waited. Just as obvious as the aforementioned qualities was her affinity for little expression or emotion. If it wasn't for the rising and falling of her chest beneath her long, plain black gown, the female could easily be mistaken for some sort of statute.
This imagery would be forever destroyed as a pair of voices piqued her interest, causing her gaze to shift towards the origin of the sound. Her wings twitched in what could be considered anticipation...or maybe just impatience, as she waited for the pair to come into view. Her speculation as to the identity of..at least one of the pair, was validated when one of the males moved his hand to his forehead, rubbing the horns there. Pursing her lips, she observed them for a few additional moments until she was fully satisfied that this was indeed, Dion and Garvan, the ex devil. Clearing her throat very delicately, she stepped towards the pair, leaving her post to make herself known.
Her boot steps were nearly soundless on the snow covered cobblestone, but she felt that she made her presence evident enough to prevent startling either. This meeting? It was no coincidence. It was Fate, what was commanded by the One(s) overseeing the Heavens. "Greetings." Her voice was stiff, and she managed an equally stiff, though polite half bow, "My name is Eurydice." She regarded Garvan for a moment, eyes purposefully locking on his horns before she dismissed him entirely, addressing the one known as Dion solely, "My assistance has been granted to you." She didn't add that even she had little idea as to how much or for how long this assistance would last, but...it wasn't her place to question a command. She stood expectantly before them, awaiting questions that she assumed her...not exactly tactful announcement would inspire. She hadn't been asked to use tact however.
The female reflected that using slightly less...forward actions and speech might have been a little more effective, but she didn't dwell on the fact. Her wings folded neatly against her back as she straightened from the bow. Typically one might smile as they offered a form of greeting, to be polite, but...the angel offered no such sentiment, though didn't appear completely unfriendly. She was an angel, afterall...wasn't it some sort of requirement for the race to be patient and kind, to be good and...caring? While she possessed all of these qualities, at least in her own opinion, the validity of such a claim was certainly up for debate.
His boots clicked ever so faintly against the frozen stones beneath his feet, en route to the cathedral. It was strange to Viend... they forbid people to enter the building past the sunset, yet they never made an effort to keep them out of the church. It was like sitting a jar of treats on a table, open for all the children to see. You'd tell them "No, you can have none before dinner," but didn't watch over it and make sure that they didn't. It should have been a fairly simple endeavor... get to the church, dig around through whatever he needed to, then get out before anyone saw him.
Nothing was ever simple. Ever.
That was just how it was, so Viend was going into this fully expecting there to be armed guards sitting inside of the church, watching over the secrets that Antares Villedende and the rest of those priests were keeping from him, their biggest donor. It was fortunate that he didn't live too terribly far from St.Steven's, otherwise he probably wouldn't have even felt up to going inside after such a bitterly cold romp outside. Twenty minutes of walking in this dead air was twenty minutes too many for Viend.
Either way, his destination was in sight, so he wouldn't have to deal with the white hell anymore. Snow... why could I have not been born somewhere warm? he pulled his coat shut tight, hiding his body away from the icy atmosphere the best he could. Viend didn't particularly enjoy the cold, even though it was something he had grown up with. Getting to the cathedral steps, he couldn't help but cock an eyebrow now. It seemed that someone else had a similar idea to his own... a woman stood before the entrance of the church. It seemed to Viend like she was thinking of going inside. So one person was going to see him this evening, no matter what he did.
Slinking up the steps as quietly as he could, the gentleman wasn't standing too far behind Collette. "So, were you thinking of strolling inside?" He asked, a tinge of curiosity backing his words. If she was, then he'd go as well... it would be their little secret that they snuck into the church. This could potentially be beneficial, or it could be a humongous throwback to what he had planned. Only time could tell, because there was no way of determining this woman's temperament or intentions. "Go ahead... I won't tell anyone about your going in if you won't tell them about mine. How does that sound?"
((Sorry it took me this long to get a post up on here, guys, and sorry it's so short/bad. x_x I've had some horrendous writer's block lately. Oh, also a note... don't worry about the posting order at this point in the RP. I'm sure one will spring up later on its own once things are more organized, the characters are interacting and the plot is moving. They always seem to anyway.))
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Before he could even do so much as to blink, the man found himself preparing for what seemed like a dangerous journey to an enemy territory. Truth be told, he was going to that haunted...church, and he was going to see just what made him feel so terrible. By heart, he was always one to look over his shoulder, for he may as well have been a fugitive on the run.
"I'm going to confront whatever may lurk within the haunted walls of that arid place," he mumbled to himself as he threw his normal attire back on, the clothes that this era had grown accustomed to. He didn't know what he was expecting to find when he got to the tainted Church, but he was expecting the worst. As always, his two short swords would accompany him, just in case something were to happen. Of course, he had more than those tools alone...
Leaving his room, which had housed only pure darkness, he made his way to the ground level of this motel. He passed by the man running the place, who was portly, but kind nonetheless. That's all that mattered to Deful, a good spirited being. Too bad the world seemed to be running out of them...
"Whur ya headin' tonight, sir?" the portly man spoke out to Deful, sitting down behind a wooden counter, his small eyes locked on Deful.
"Just out for another walk, Weston," Deful had quickly replied, as if he had rehearsed the line many a time before. Truth be told, this sort of activity was nothing new to either one. "I'll probably be back within twenty minutes time, so be expecting me soon."
"Ye mus' love this weather," retorted the man, seeing Deful exit the building.
Deful highly doubted that he'd be gone for a mere twenty minutes, he doubted he'd be gone for a mere forty. No, tonight, he was planning on being out for quite a while, just based on the haunting feeling within his spine. He was somewhat nervous, merely from fear of not knowing of what to expect. Come now, this is nothing new...nothing new at all..
The walk wouldn't be long, it'd only be about a fifteen minute, possibly twenty minute, walk in total. Not bad, it would allow him to calm down a little before he got there, if nothing else. Deful, despite his countless experience as a disciplined soldier, couldn't comprehend as to why he was feeling so afraid, feeling so fearful. Perhaps, this was a warning by the great lord above, or a feeling induced by the corrupt scum below. Deful found it hard to tell...
"Almost there," he mumbled after ten minutes had gone by.
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Collette almost jumped right out of her skin when the man spoke to her. She had not realized someone had been standing right behind her. Startled, she turned to look at the man. Her hesitant eyes did a quick scan on him as she took a step aside from the stranger. She was not sure how to react to him, she rarely was sure how to react to anyone. Social situations were often very baffling to her if she got trapped in them by accident.
"Oh um, I-I don't know." She replied. Collette looked at him, his eyes and his expression. She wasn't sure how to read him. She threw a glance at the church door. On the other side of that door there would be warmth. The man's suggestion of going in was not bad. The cold air was starting to get to her again. She mentally cursed herself for not wearing thicker clothing. "Well, I guess it can't hurt." She muttered more to herself than at the man and grabbed the door handle, pulling open the heavy wooden door.
The warmth hit her body, causing shivers to crawl up and down her back. She entered the church and looked around with curious eyes. Statues and ornamental architecture decorated the hall, the floor was smooth and clean. Collette was easily pleased with aesthetics. She turned to look at the man again. She was curious but wasn't sure how to go about figuring him out. "Warm in here." She said with a silent voice and offered a very faint smile. "Should have had the sense to wear something thicker than this."
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The kerosene lantern begins to dull down as she holds close to her body and huddles on one of the cathedral pew. The frigid cold chilled the very core of her bones, she could do nothing but try to attain the body heat she had lost. The drafty cathedral would always let the wind flow in and down the corridors. Flowing in like a woman with a puffy dress as it lingers about for a good time before completely dissipating. As the wind blew down the side of the pews, the cold air would creak and crack the wooden seats. The slightest movement would be projected by the cathedral's acoustics as it rings out in a series of eerie echos.
The night was still in all it's glory as it plagues the cathedral, making visibility extremely difficult without some sort of illumination. The thick darkness only plays more tricks on her eyes as she glances around, her mind fooling herself into believing that something just moved.
Anna could not take it anymore, the overall atmosphere St. Stephen's Cathedral brings her nothing but guilt and bares as her constant reminder that she was alone not only in the cathedral but in life as well. To live longer then everyone you know, to constantly having loved ones die, when she could not herself unless induced. It gets quite lonesome after a while because everyone you knows literally comes and goes as time ticks away.
Like a sudden splash of ice water against her back, Anna's eyes widen, pupils dilate and her entire body shudders and she stares into the darkness. "Who's there?" she calls out in a cautious tone and quickly rises from her seat. Trying her best to make the least amount of noise possible, she distances herself from the source of the noise and heads toward the back of the cathedral.
'Was it really worth it to come all the way out to Vienna?' she questions herself as she takes note of all her recent happenings on her way over and now this. Definite a black cat must have crossed her path sometime prior to her current situation. A series of mishaps and misfortune-- "..this can't be coincidence, can it? God, I'm so unlucky today." She whispers to herself with an expression of grief on her face as she glances around and backs into the altar. All she needs is some stranger to grab her from behind and this definitely will be the perfect nightmare!
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"We both should have had the sense to wear something warmer..." Viend replied, keeping his voice to almost a whisper. He couldn't afford for either he or the girl to get caught wandering around in here, after all. The air had a bitter taste inside the cathedral, irritating Viend's senses to a degree. It was odd, because normally, it didn't bother his sinuses like this. Something was off... or perhaps he was just paranoid? Maybe there was nothing wrong at all, maybe his mind was just wanting something to be amiss, so it frantically produced an illusion to "pacify" the man.
In an instant, Viend's entire body tensed and froze up. He could have sworn that he heard someone call and ask "Who's there?" Perhaps this woman accompanying him had heard it as well... "Miss... did you hear--" his throat tightened, halting any further attempts to speak. He had seen something move near the back. There wasn't any way his eyes were playing tricks on him in the dim light... he could see straight through it like there was a candle hanging from every corner, every twisted, turning angle in the church.
Something had moved, he caught it from the corner of his eye, seeing straight through the swooping darkness of St.Stephan's cathedral. It was back near the altar, human-shaped from what he could make out at this distance. Viend made a motion with his left hand at Collete, silently trying to tell the female to keep her steps silent as he was going to move in on the figure, he only assumed that she was going to follow. If she decided to stay put, that was just fine with Viend as well.
"Someone's there..." his voice took an even quieter tone, hunching his body over a bit, approaching the altar in the back of the church. The closer he crept towards the figure, the more he could make out the defining features... a woman... he thought, narrowing his eyes a bit to get a better look at her. She didn't seem to be part of the clergy here... not with the way she was dressed. So that brought only one question to mind...
Just what is she doing here?
Rising back up to his full height of 6'1, Viend went to lightly clasp his hand on her shoulder, only trying to get her attention. "Miss..." he began, still trying to keep quiet. It could have come off as quite disturbing, considering the time and place. "what are you doing in here? People aren't to be inside the cathedral past sundown... not unless you're part of the clergy."
Viend Gahl... he was a hypocrite if there ever was one.
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"Well, I'm here, though I can't really say I'm very happy to be so," mumbled Deful, looking upon the building with mixed emotions. Part of him really wanted to explore it, the other part was very hesitant. The hesitant part was winning, for Deful could feel that evil presence from before, which had caused him to merely stay on the sidelines for prayer. That feeling was sinking into his stomach, but he had to know what was the cause of it. "I've got to make a journey inward, and find out just what corruption lies within. I've faced worse before, I doubt I'll find anything except a clergyman passed his curfew...at least, that's all I hope to find."
Deful slowly made his way toward the dark fortress. His heart was pumping, and he could feel a flight or fight response within his system. He made his way to the door, but got next to it. He thought he heard voices, whether it was from evil spirit, from paranoia, or from actual life forms he still wondered. He wasn't sure if he could journey in now, but he had to give it an honest try. Slowly making his way in, being as quiet as a mouse, he crept inward. His breathing even slowed and quieted down, even though his body was arguing against such.
'I know for a fact that I'm not alone, I just wonder who else is here,' Deful thought to himself as he crept in. He was kneeling, but trying to slowly make his way around, getting behind one of the back prayer benches. He hated that he wasn't alone in this quest of his, and he knew he should have left a lot sooner. He cursed at himself within his thoughts, as he waited for confirmation of some form of life within the (un)holy ground.
'C'mon, someone identify themselves already,' he thought to himself again, not wanting to have to reveal that he was actually inside the church to see what all he was dealing with. 'figures, I'd come when everyone else wants to come check out the spooky, haunted church. Just my damned luck.'
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The woman continues to step back as the man approaches her. Strangers at a time like this were never welcomed by her, however, the man did not seem to be hostile not rude to her. Ceasing herself from taking another step away from him, she replies, "I'm not suppose to be in here? Well, I really didn't have a choice, I haven't anywhere else to go nor do I know my place around this city. My carriage was pillaged by robbers and my carriage man was killed during the conflict. I barely escaped to here alive, fortunately!" She elaborates her story, in reality she did away with those wretched robbers, though perhaps sympathy will get her a nice warm place to stay for a day or two. "I am merely a foreigner.. I apologize, but I was not aware that I wasn't suppose to be in here. But where else is a lady to stay when she comes across a bout of bad luck? I thought cathedrals are suppose to open to the people.. no?"
Her eyes linger around the dark cathedral, by this time her eyes already adjusted to the darkness and everything comes in rather clear. Tilting her head back, she could here her words echoing down the corridors and beyond. Turning back around, her eyes focus just beyond Viend as she notices a female figure lurking just beyond him. At that instant, she could feel a shroud of difference in her energy. Strange woman.. she thought and quickly glances back at Viend.
"I can ask you the same question as well," the talkative young woman pouts distastefully and rests her hands on her hips as if ready to give the man a firm reprimanding. "You hardly look like priest, especially in those silly garbs you have on. And even if you are, why are you here at such an hour? And like you said, isn't this cathedral closed to the public?" she utters with a sly gaze as she crosses her arms across her chest and begins to wander over to the right side of the man. Her eyes quickly glance over to the woman, "And bringing guests in as well, what possibly would you two be doing in here?" A smirk appears on her face as she cocks an eyes brow, immediately she assist this situation with a lewd turn of events. "For shame.. for shame. In a cathedral of all places! My, if you are a priest, sir, I would suggest you heed the advice from the very words you preach!"
With a firm nod, the woman make a sudden turn and walks away from them holding the nearly burnt out kerosene lamp in her arms. If they really were people like herself, then that man had no place to question her reasons for being in here.
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At the sound of a throat being cleared, Dion jumped and flailed, an action that drew stares from not only Garvan, but from the two mares at the robed man's side. Dion grinned in a nervous manner, glancing back at each in turn. "Eh...heh. Sorry. I'm a tad bit jumpy."
Garvan groaned and pressed a hand to his face, a cautious stare sent out of the corners of his eyes towards the source of the noise. "You're jumpy and you want to go hunt down some doomsday creature? Fucking brilliant." The devil froze when he spied the newcomer, his hand dropping away from his face. He didn't say anything. What the hell could he say to an angel, especially one who was regarding him as though he were dog shit on the pavement? He folded his arms across his chest and just as pointedly ignored Eurydice. Gods damn, he hated angels.
Dion had been about to greet Eurydice in response when Garvan made his grumpy statement and also ignored Eurydice, both things causing the robed man to flail. He rubbed the back of his neck in a sheepish manner, murmuring out a greeting to Eurydice while also pouting at Garvan in an attempt to make the devil behave himself for once. Both Dion's and Garvan's actions ended when Eurydice continued to speak. Even though she hadn't said all that much, the little she had said threw the pair off. Dion blinked once and then twice, his head slowly tilting to a side. "Erm...help with what?"
Garvan snorted and thwacked Dion over the head, ignoring the yelped protest the other man made. "Probably with me, idiot. Or someone up there is trying to make sure you don't skip off to your doom like you were planning."
The robed man rubbed his head as he pouted at Garvan. He was shocked out of his pouting at what Garvan had to announce, and he flailed yet again. "Help with you? But..." he looked at Eurydice again, stopping himself from rambling further. They probably had already mortified her. "Erm...you probably already know, but I'm Dion and that ray of sunshine is Garvan. While I appreciate the gesture, I don't need help with Garvan, if that's the case. There's really not much to worry about when it comes to him." He frowned afterward, his eyes flicking in the direction of the cathedral. "However, there's something here that I'm much more worried about. A darkness taints this place...and Garvan and I were going to go investigate."
"And probably get killed in the process. If not killed, we'll be pulled into some long, annoying and deadly quest that will more likely than not scar us all for life," Garvan tagged on.
Dion turned another pout on the devil, placing his hands on both Roshni's and Roshan's sides in an effort to soothe the nervous horses. "Oh, stop it. Everything will be fine." He looked back to Eurydice, the sudden brightening of his face suggesting that he just got an idea. "Would you like to come with us, Eurydice?"
Garvan twitched, glared at Dion and then promptly turned his back to both the angel and robed man. That asshole. Being around the angel for as long as they had been was bad enough and now the idiot was inviting her along? Fan-fucking-tastic. He hoped that Dion would be eaten by whatever evil creature snooped around here.
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