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Post by Deleted on Aug 5, 2019 12:43:02 GMT
L U C I F E R R I S I N G
Azazel's plan to free Lucifer from his cage had finally fallen into motion, now that many of his special children had found their way to the little town of Mystic Falls. Using his form of manipulation, many of these "children" had fallen prey to his words and his promises - they simply had to help him before he could truly help them. Giving them instructions to meet him in an unknown area, he would then lure them to the cage of the mighty Lucifer. From there, their combined might would free to King of Hell from his cage - once and for all. And if all else failed, Azazel had a final and deadly plan to truly free the deadly angel.
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AZAZEL
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Post by AZAZEL on Aug 7, 2019 20:01:50 GMT
If the hunter who’d tried to trap him in the motel found out where they were heading to now he’d undoubtedly have tried some sort of incursion to make certain that the cage remained sealed for an eternity. Unluckily enough for him the invite hadn’t included British Men of Letters. In fact, all hunters barring Sammy boy, his nephew and another of the Winchesters strays were kept at a distance by his people. While Hell literally painted Mystic Falls red tonight, the ritual to free Lucifer would be completed as it should have been. No missteps this time, no locking Lucifer back up in his cage.
It was going to be glorious!
Azazel paced in the dark of the warehouse. Moonlight sent bars of pale silvery light across the floor, echoing the bars of the cell down below. He moved from one to the next, worn work boots scuffing on the floor as he kept his eyes on the shadowed doorways leading into the room. As soon as those that were coming arrived, those who hadn’t been able to resist the call to papa, that was. Yellow eyes glowed in that dark, a near fluorescent reminder of the nights he’d crept into each of their rooms, bending almost benevolently over their cribs, the smile on his face broad and bright as the dark drops of blood had splattered onto their lips. A gift, freely given, well, on his part, there was always a cost to those striking the bargain and those caught up in the middle of it all. Some of those special children had suffered, perished before they’d got near their proud papa, but others, oh they were flourishing here.
The sound of footsteps approaching had him turning back towards the centre of the room, propping a hip against the single rickety table his demons had dragged in for him. A few trusted souls had been allowed back into town now that Sammy was desperate enough to cave to every demand, doing the heavy lifting in preparation, out on the streets now as those with demon blood in their veins were drawn here like a sulphurous Pied Piper. Azazel propped an elbow on his knee, his grin growing in the dark as the first of them found their way to him. He spread the other arm wide, gesturing to the arc of equally rickety chairs lined up for them all. ”Welcome. Take a pew, feel free to grab refreshments. Soon as our entire party is here we’ll be heading out … down … so to speak.” The waving hand took in the gleaming silver vessels on a shelf at the back, each freshly prepared with the blood of one of his less loyal demons. Just a little added juice before the grand event.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 7, 2019 21:26:24 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","biggieno"] [attr="class","textieno"] Ryan was sleeping in his bed when he heard it... or felt it. It was time. What it was time for the teenager had no idea but he knew that things were going to change after tonight. He wouldn't know it all until he got there. It was almost as if he was in a trance as he left the home in his pajama pants and white t-shirt. At the least he had on a good pair of house slippers. Noone saw him but the others that seemed to be pulled to the warehouse's location and if anyone had the good presence of mind to be concerned about the teen and either made an attempt to follow or stop him if Ryan himself didn't take care of them (he had two ways to do it, the most human one being to just mind control them to go home. The other wouldn't have been so pleasant.) it was pretty certain that once they arrived there were some demons that would have. [break][break] Not that the teen knew of demons or that several of them had infiltrated the very school and town that he'd lived in. He was certain that he'd met at least something that seemed like a vampire. In any event he wasn't totally aware of where he was until he heard that familiar voice. He woke up to realize that he was in an abandoned warehouse sometime at night. Once the demon suggested it he took a seat. It was like the dream only the blood was there to drink. He wasn't sure whether or not he should drink it but before he could realize it he'd already taken a sip.[break][break] So there were others, others that he'd seen around school and town. Some that he'd never met and others that he would have never suspected. "What? Where am I?" Ryan asked. Once he realized who the man was he remembered. “I saw you at school didn't I. We talked about what I did and how good it felt.” He admitted without giving it all away. “It must be time.” What it was time for Ryan wasn't completely sure of but he knew that after it happened then they would pay, either for not caring enough to help him or being there and enabling it. But there was a linger in the back of his mind. Did they all deserve it? Ryan tried to keep those thoughts deep down. [break][break] Notes: May as well get started. Hope it's ok. BEN WINCHESTER , ARIEL , @lilith , @greta , jeremy , @krissy , @terra , ADAM HAWTHORNE , @samantha [attr="class","iconieno"] [attr="class","tagsieno"] AZAZEL [newclass=.biggieno]margin-left:-300px;[/newclass] [newclass=.textieno]margin-top:-425px;margin-bottom:150px;width:300px;height:400px;padding:10px;background-color:#fff;border:solid 1px #b7b7b7;color:#939393;text-align:justify;overflow:auto;margin-left:610px;font:11px calibri;[/newclass] [newclass=.textieno::-webkit-scrollbar]width:10px;background:#fff;[/newclass] [newclass=.textieno::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]background:#b7b7b7;border:2px solid #fff;[/newclass] [newclass=.iconieno]margin-top:-240px;margin-left:-220px;margin-bottom:50px;[/newclass] [newclass=.tagsieno]font:11px calibri;color:#b7b7b7;margin-top:-75px;margin-left:-75px;margin-bottom:40px;[/newclass]
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Post by Deleted on Aug 8, 2019 6:25:04 GMT
MY SOUL IS A CANVAS LET ME SPEAK TO YOU IN COLORS
Terra, the winds whispered through her blinds. The room dark except for the desk light that illuminated a crimson painting, with a building in the center of it all. With splashes of brilliant orange, red, deeper crimson. A shadow looming over head. Dark and ominous as it was eerie, the desk light flickered as Terra tossed and turned within the tie die sheets of her bed. Images of death plaguing the back of her eyelids, a thin sheen of sweat perspiring her brow. The mattress and box spring groaning at her movements.
Terra The whisper echoed again, this time next to her ear. Time to wake up. She quickly shot up, gasping for air, clawing at her throat as if it knew something she didn't. But she was also staring at the end of her bed set ablaze in a soft raging fire. Breathing sharply through her nose she stared at the fire as it flickered and crackled, spreading as she slowly tossed her sheets to the side. Tendrils of her auburn hair falling within her face, a faraway look in her green eyes. Pushing herself to feet slowly, her bare feet padded along the plush carpeting as she reached forward. Unlocking her bedroom door and slipped out, leaving the door open as she descending the stairs. The clock hanging overhead, just clicking away as she walked in the dark. Making her way to the front door and unlocking it as well, opening it as she then walked. Bare feet slapped dully against the concrete. The chill of the night against her skin as the breeze brushed against her tank top and pajama shorts.
This way, the voice coaxed her. Leading her down a darkened and barely lit path. A path she was unfamiliar with, even cutting her feet along the way. The sounds of sirens and flashes of blue and red lights, however, caught her attention, briefly snapping her out of her daze as she looked over her shoulder at a golden glow in the distance. Almost turning around to go back, there was a voice that coaxed into her ear once more. This way, don't you know it's time? "Time..." She spoke out loud in the darkness before she fell back in the draw of the trance. The feeling of her blood being magnetically tugged in a direction, a place. The flickering lights of the warehouse were visibly seen before she slowly made her way toward it. Drawing her hand up to push the doors open. Walking into the warmth of the building, as if invited into a cozy home.
Not looking at the other whom had already sat down and began sipping from his chalice. She sat in the back, glassy green eyes staring as the other took a sip. Stating it must be time, before her green eyes moved to the remaining ones. Her hands having grabbed one of the silver chalices absentmindedly, staring down into the deep crimson liquid. Bringing it to her lips, the taste of the metallic liquid staining her lips before she broke out of her trance. Groggily rubbing her eyes, before they focused on her surroundings. Then the stinging of her feet, causing her to frown sharply as she pulled one of her feet toward her. Pulling out a piece of glass with a grunt of pain, before tossing it to the side. Her eyes lifting to see the yellow eyed man before them. How did she get here? "W-what's going on?"
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Post by Deleted on Aug 10, 2019 20:48:11 GMT
Greta....oh Greta...come my dear, it's time. Those words were like a blanket over her, beckoning her to come to it. She was in a bit of a trance, her room a mess as she had attempted to pack her things before crashing. Bartok had appeared in her life, and even if the man had promised her help to kill him for a price, she was still scared shitless. She had planned to leave at first light, but instead, in her trance-like state, she found herself slipping her shoes on and walking to the unknown.
From the little motel that she was staying at to the location, the voice was drawing her too; it wasn't too far away. She could barely feel the warmth of the summer night burning against her bare-arms. She didn't even know where she was going, or what she was doing until she entered the warehouse and noticed others around her, including the man. With open arms, he welcomed them all and gestured to silver chalices, enough for an army. And without even thinking, she took it, taking a sip before she finally shook her head free of whatever spell she was under.
Swallowing, her lips red from whatever was inside, she looked around. Some part of her knew where she was, that it was time for her end of the deal, but the other was still frightened by Bartok's appearance. She shook her head, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear and pointing towards the red-head, "What she said..."
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Post by Deleted on Aug 10, 2019 21:41:17 GMT
Like the others Ariel had been sound asleep in her bed, curled up under the rose print bed spread she used in the warmer months of the year. Her room was in the basement so her room tended to always be cooler than the rest of their new house. When the call drew her from her cozy next, the slim blonde slipped from her bed, padding up the stairs from her room to the back door on near silent bare feet, the hem of her sleep shirt floating around her knees as she stepped outside into the night time breezes. She hadn’t had any encounters with Azazel yet, or none since the night he first fed her his blood when she’d been an infant. Her powers had proved to be more of a danger to her own life rather than anyone else’s so far. Not that she was even aware of the fact that she possessed any at all. The only good thing about the timing was that Ariel while not back to full health no longer needed to use her crutches. She wasn’t walking particularly fast, but she was able to move steadily through the darkened streets of the small town. When she arrived at the warehouse her feet were wet from the dew on the grass she’d walked on as she crossed through the park on the edge of the town square. Ariel tugged open the door just wide enough to allow her entrance, her eyes wide and still unseeing as she stepped inside the warehouse. At a loss now that the feeling that had brought her was no longer tugging at her, she stood, arms at her sides near the door, swaying slightly clearly not aware of her true surroundings. If she weren’t still entranced she would’ve seen other teens she knew from either school or from around town. That is after she calmed down from the freak out her sleepwalking episode would’ve caused. Ariel’s hair blew forward around her face as the door she’d let close behind her after entered opened again, the tickling sensation making her blink, hints of awareness beginning to show in her wide blue eyes. AZAZEL , @lilith , @alastair , SAM WINCHESTER , BEN WINCHESTER , ARIEL , @greta , jeremy , @krissy , @ryan , @terra , ADAM HAWTHORNE & @samantha
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ADAM HAWTHORNE
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Post by ADAM HAWTHORNE on Aug 10, 2019 23:01:28 GMT
━ the first casualty of war is innocence ━
Adam.
The young boy made a noise in his sleep, his body slowly turning from where he was sleeping on his side to lay on his back instead, his eyes still shut. Adam. That voice came again and made him frown unpleasantly in his sleep, thinking it was his dad waking him up for school which, to the teenager, was the worst thing. "Five more minutes, dad." The younger whispered, his eyes still shut. It's time. Adam's eyes slowly fluttered open, his eyes scanning the empty bedroom for his father but he couldn't see him anywhere. Come. That voice sounded like a Pied Piper, a song that he cannot deny or ignore and he found himself pushing up from the bed, knocking off the gift he had spent a while wrapping. The "dad" mug he had bought for him inside fell and broke but even then, he didn't snap out of it. On top of it was a note he had spent a while trying to write. The letter had "to the best dad" on the cover. He stepped on it on his way out without a care which was simply unlike Adam. It felt like he was enchanted, like he had just heard a siren's song.
Adam made his way into his parents' room, rummaging through the drawer until he found the keys inside. He turned around and made his way out of their room and then downstairs where he stopped momentarily when he knocked over Maddie's doll house, all the barbie dolls and Kens falling out along with all the furniture he had placed the day prior while playing with his sister. He didn't look down, he just kept walking and made his way to the door, searching for the key among many until he was able to locate it and with the door open now, he dropped the keys and made his way to the warehouse where the man's voice emitted from.
Once he was inside, he noticed the other people in there and when his eyes settled on the man with out-stretched arms, Adam's breath hitch. He welcomed them and when his eyes settled on the refreshments he was talking about, he found himself making his way over to drink the content inside before he let the empty glass rest down again. He wiped his bloodied lips and slowly, blinked out of it. His eyes drifted when he heard a familiar voice and his eyes widened when his gaze settled on Terra. Where were they? What was going on? "You.. called us here, didn't you? What.. what do you want?"
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Post by Deleted on Aug 13, 2019 20:40:41 GMT
Jeremy was sleeping soundly in his bed, he was having sound dream for once. He enjoyed the prom and hope to get to know Ariel more, and maybe make it exclusive. But suddenly he was hearing some kind of voice 'Jeremy' but he was trying his hardest to ironge the voice, he didn't want to leave the bed but the voice was more demanding now. 'Jeremy wake up now!' he then gave in and yawned. Looking around, but the room was quiet and nothing was here. When he was about to go back in bed, he heard the voice again 'Jeremy it's time' this is when the urge to leave for the location was too strong and he got dressed. He was careful not to wake anyone else up as he gently opened and closed the door. Jeremy didn't know where he was going though as this place was strange for him. He didn't know how he managed to get here. The warehouse wasn't something he knew about easily, and there were others like him. He was shocked to see Ariel was here, he was confused on why she was here. He didn't think much of it right now. He then saw the guy he spoke to in the woods, this was really confusing 'what is he doing here, what is he? He thought to himself. Not bothering with that he went towards Ariel and stood by her side "What are you doing here? Why are called here?" He asked her, still very much confused. Hoping it would be over soon so he can get back home before his family woken up.
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BEN WINCHESTER
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Post by BEN WINCHESTER on Aug 14, 2019 22:20:28 GMT
Life was rarely straightforward, that was something that Ben had learned a long time ago, but now his dad and uncle were at each other’s throats and somehow he seemed to be developing similar powers to those that Sam seemed to have. Ben would be lying if he said that it didn’t scare him and he had come close to telling his dad about it but in the end he had decided against it. Dean was already on the verge of losing his brother so Ben knew that the last thing he wanted was for his dad to feel like he was losing him too. He had confided in Claire and a couple of his other friends about what was going on but he was still struggling to accept it. Sam had said that a demon had bled into his mouth when he was a baby and Ben could only assume that the same thing had happened to him. He had no idea what deal his mom had made with the demon but either way he had been trying to get his powers under control. He had seen how scared Davina had been when she had lost control in the library and he had felt that same fear himself when his powers had started to manifest but he had talked her around and calmed her down and he knew that he couldn’t let her down by not doing the same himself. That day he had been taking a break from learning to control his powers and spending some time with Claire instead but they hadn’t been back at their motel room for long when Ben heard someone calling to him. “Did you hear that?” he asked Claire as the person said his name again. As she said that she hadn’t heard anything Ben could see the worried look on her face and he wondered if perhaps he had been hearing things but then he heard his name again and this time something felt different. The person was calling to him but it was as though the very blood in his veins was reacting to the voice and even as he tried to fight it he found himself being drawn into a trance, his face going still and his eyes going blank as he looked over at Claire. No longer in control of his own body or even aware of what he was doing, Ben turned towards the door and opened it. He could hear the concern in Claire’s voice but her words didn’t register and as she reached for him he turned and pushed her back telekinetically so hard that her back hit the wall with a thud before heading out the door. Where he was going he didn’t know but the closer he got to his destination the more louder the voice seemed to be getting, encouraging him to get there as quickly as he could so that he could join the others. What others the voice was talking about he wasn’t sure but the fight that normally would have been in him to resist the call had been sucked away and it was only when he reached the warehouse and was surrounded by the others that he started to snap out of it. Ben was vaguely aware of the fact that there were familiar faces around him and he could see some of them reaching for the chalices at the side of the room but whether it was his training as a hunter or something else entirely that had brought him back to his senses enough to know that something was very wrong about what was going on around him he wasn’t sure although it was enough to stop him from reaching for one of the chalices himself. Instead he rounded on the man that had spoken, his eyes widening as he realised who it was. “John, what is going on?” he demanded, shaking his head as he finally snapped out of the trance completely and looked around him. “What are we all doing here?”AZAZEL, @lilith, @alastair, SAM WINCHESTER, ARIEL, @greta, jeremy, @ryan, @terra, & ADAM HAWTHORNE
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AZAZEL
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Post by AZAZEL on Aug 16, 2019 18:21:40 GMT
Yellow eyes gleamed above a curved mouth as they began to flow in the door. Glazed expressions, puppet like movements, they’d headed his call without any sign of struggling against it. Lead along the invisible threads of a spider’s web by the very blood pumping through their veins. So many he had visited over the last year, fostering relationships with his children, preparing them for this very moment. Little did any of them know what they were marching towards. Or ... perhaps some did. The lined brow furrowed for a moment, those yellow eyes narrowing as Azazel began to count. They were short, two less than originally intended. Neither the desperate young cop or the Chambers girl were here yet. As those who had arrived shuffled to the goblets of blood and took their seats he stretched awareness out along those radiating lines of his web. Nothing, not close anyway. Somehow the two of them had resisted the call of what had been in them since the night they’d turned six months old.
Gritting his teeth Azazel turned away. It didn’t matter. There were enough here for what he needed, more than enough. This just meant that Samantha and Krissy would have a ring side seat for what was to come instead of the glory of giving up their power to release Lucifer from a cell he’d spent far too long in. Glorious it would be, he thought as he spread his arms wide and welcomed them to what would be the last night of their lives. The blank expressions on their faces were already beginning to melt away, awareness seeming to dawn on them as the control that had led them here began to fade. They had some measure of free will now, although probably far less than any of them believed. Most had picked up the goblets set out for them, supercharging their blood, but some were still tugging at those strings.
Azazel’s grin had been broad but it took on a slightly bitter edge as the Gilbert boy turned his attention on his girlfriend rather than on what was going on in front of him. Letting the questions ring out in the air, he dropped one of his spread hands, fingers twisting slightly as he focused on Jeremy. The boy was forcibly pushed into his seat, the chair then screeched across the floor to the other end of the arc. ”Now we’re all ready…” he crooned, aiming a warning look in Jeremy’s direction. The smile turned distinctly Mr Rogers like as he settled his hands in his laps. ”You all have questions and I will answer them. Some of you do know me, although not quite as well as you might have thought.” Cutting his gaze between Ryan and Ben Azazel let a corner of his mouth curl higher. ”My name’s not John and I’m not a janitor.” The role had been an easy one to slip into though. Mary and John, a happy little husband and wife stolen straight from the Winchester family playback.
Letting out a breath as though he were about to start a monologue, he let his gaze drift along the line of them all. ”Your parents have been keeping something from you all your entire lives. Before you were born they all made a little deal. One that benefited them and benefited me. On the night you turned six months old I paid a little visit to you and gifted you with something.” The smile grew as Azazel pushed his way to his feet. Some, he knew, had already put those powers to good use, others were struggling with them even now but it didn’t matter, it was the betrayal of those they loved for the most part in that sentence that would hit home. ”Those gifts are now going to benefit us all. We’re going to go on a little trip and you’re going to use those powers to help right a wrong that has been left unchecked for millennia. Hold on ladies and gentlemen.” He gestured to them to stay put as he raised his hands. A slight tilt of his head and the world around them was changing, the drab, grey dusty warehouse suddenly replaced by a cavern, lit up by flames, the cage at its centre, although its occupants weren’t visible.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 16, 2019 23:58:39 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","biggieno"] [attr="class","textieno"] Ryan was aware of a few of these others even if they weren't aware of him. He'd seen some of them at school and he'd even known some of them, having met Jeremy briefly at a picnic and a couple of other times at school. He remembered feeling bad that Jeremy lost both of his parents and he had noone left but his sister and his aunt. Ryan watched as Azazel made Jeremy take a seat. He'd seen a couple of the others around as well, like Adam and Terra. Terra was relatively new to the school as he hadn't seen her around much. Some of the others were adults or at least older than he was. But they all wondered why they were there. Ryan didn't know how much they all knew about the man but he'd known the guy as “The Janitor” as well as... there was somewhere else. He was a dinner guest in his dreams. The man said that he was going to guide him in how to use his powers and he'd most likely kept his promise as he had a few opportunities to use them.[break][break] It was likely that he'd somehow been behind everything... what happened with Mitch as well as Marcus's attempts at riling him up. The yellow-eyed man was apparently responsible for events long before he was born as he'd arranged it so his mother would get to keep him in all of her poor and singly squalor as he was supposed to... they were supposed to be living a better life than the one that they were living. Ryan would have ultimately been taken away from her had she not arranged it so his father's family wouldn't know the truth... that he was a member of a wealthier family in Mystic Falls and that they most likely would have taken him from her. If it wasn't due to his bloodline then it would have been by principle as in their eyes no backstabbing slut would have been fit to raise one of their family. It was a shame that they didn't care beyond that. [break][break] Ryan was taking it all in. He wanted to ask what his mother had done... no he knew what was done to him because of the dream and it was all becoming clearer but he didn't know why. Correctly he assumed that it had to be his mother's fault rather than whoever his father was. “It's the blood.” Ryan said. “You gave us blood.” He confirmed remembering the dream. “I dreamed about you and bloody lasagna.” Literal bloody lasagna that his mother cooked was only more of a confirmation that it was ultimately her who made whatever deal that she made. Before Ryan could ask why she did it the not-janitor who wasn't named John mentioned that the gifts would benefit everyone. They were going on a trip and at the moment it seemed like Ryan may have been on one as the world around them changed. The warehouse was suddenly replace by a cavern lit up in flames and there was a cage with someone..something inside of it that could't be seen because of all of the fire. “What the hell..?” It was ironically an accurate response to what was going on and although he didn't admit it... it looked like hell and it probably was.[break][break] Notes: Hope it's ok. AZAZEL @terra , @greta , ARIEL , ADAM HAWTHORNE , jeremy [attr="class","iconieno"] [newclass=.biggieno]margin-left:-300px;[/newclass] [newclass=.textieno]margin-top:-425px;margin-bottom:150px;width:300px;height:400px;padding:10px;background-color:#fff;border:solid 1px #b7b7b7;color:#939393;text-align:justify;overflow:auto;margin-left:610px;font:11px calibri;[/newclass] [newclass=.textieno::-webkit-scrollbar]width:10px;background:#fff;[/newclass] [newclass=.textieno::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]background:#b7b7b7;border:2px solid #fff;[/newclass] [newclass=.iconieno]margin-top:-240px;margin-left:-220px;margin-bottom:50px;[/newclass] [newclass=.tagsieno]font:11px calibri;color:#b7b7b7;margin-top:-75px;margin-left:-75px;margin-bottom:40px;[/newclass]
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Post by Deleted on Aug 17, 2019 2:16:46 GMT
MY SOUL IS A CANVAS LET ME SPEAK TO YOU IN COLORS
As more people began to filter within the place, the more Terra's heart began to race. A kaleidoscope of images began to ricochet in her head. Images of something rising amongst the fire, the dripping of blood, the gleam of a blade. It started to make her throat feel dry and sharp, but as she began tasting the metallic aftertaste of what was in that chalice before Ryan Lewis. A student she hadn't seen much of due to her slight newness to the school confirmed what it was. Blood. She had jumped up, limping to a familiar face. Adam, as a girl pointed to her asking the male, the plumber. No, he wasn't a plumber he had revealed himself to her way before that. Revealed what he was at least, she didn't know his plans then but now... now everything seemed to be falling together in her images.
Watching as their classmate was shoved into his seat, Terra gripped Adam's arm tightly while the thing spoke of them being gifted. Her brows furrowed when he shed light on the fact that each of their parents had given him a deal. A deal to which would have been able to keep them in some cases for themselves. It didn't make sense to Terra only for the simple fact her parents stated she had been a sick child, then by some miracle... she was better again. So... they did this to her? She frowned deeply as he stated their gifts would benefit them all, and she shifted her weight to her good foot. Afraid as she kept off her injured foot that had the broken piece of glass she had pulled out prior to being led here. Like some puppet on a string and the fact that they were brought here against their will. Her green eyes grew wide as the world around them began to change, to shift them into a cavern that should have been well below the heat that it felt. Crackling sparks of flames were echoed around them, the familiar smell of brimstone and sulfur wrinkled Terra's nose but there was a man amongst the fire. A silhouette that seemed to have paced before only to stop when they had come. Tilting its head slowly to the side amongst the fire before Terra's eyes ripped away from it to stare horrified at Azazel.
The moment she touched Adam's hand however, she looked quickly at him. Seeing exactly how he was going to die, it was going to happen right here in this... place. Tears began to form at the corner of her eyes, before they fell. "We're going to die..."
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Post by Deleted on Aug 21, 2019 17:19:31 GMT
Greta's "trance" had worn off the minute her lips had touched the chalice, the iron taste of whatever was inside trickled down her throat. Her eyes slowly looked around the abandoned warehouse, taking notice that there were others besides herself drinking from the same cup, and soon, enough people filled the empty seats around her. There were a few females and males, excluding the older man that stood before them, proud of whatever was about to transpire.
'You...called us here, didn't you? What...what do you want?' 'John, what is going on? What are we doing here?' Two different men spoke; they were familiar to her. One she knew - well kind of, his name was Adam, and she had met him at the Grill with his stupid friends. The other looked familiar from around the school. Greta felt fear within her but didn't show it. She wiped at her mouth with her fingers; they came back red.
'Now we're all ready...You all have questions and I will answer them. Some of you do know me, althought not quite as well as you might have thought. My name's not John and I'm not a janitor...' People started talking around her, whispers that she barely heard before he was talking once more. And then, he told them to hold on and before she could ask why - they were somewhere else, the world spinning around her. And then, they were in a cavern, the crackle of fire filling her ears and a dark cage with something inside before them all.
'We're going to die...' came a female voice from beside her, and her eyes snapped towards the girl, she knew her - Terra. "What? What are you talking about...How do you know that?" she questioned, but she knew it to be true. The past few nights, she had dreams of her dying - sometimes at the hands of Bartok as he riped out her throat with his teeth, and others she had been burned before a cage.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 23, 2019 19:48:45 GMT
Having no idea what the strange man with the weird colored eyes was going on about Ariel was more worried about the fact that she had no idea where she was or how she’d gotten here than by the idea that her parents having made any deals with this guy. She was secure in the love she knew her parents had for her. She was one of the ones who struggled with the powers, in fact was still in the dark in regards to her abilities. Her wide eyed gaze shifted throughout the room, and she swallowed back a scream when Jeremy was shoved by an unseen force into a chair and slid away from her side. Her knees weakened and she dropped heavily into a seat herself.
When their surroundings changed, Ariel jerked so hard she knocked her seat over and landed on the floor, both of her hands clamped over her mouth, holding back another scream. The image of the cage before them all seared into her mind even when she looked wildly around the room again. “Where are we?” She breathed, scrambling upright again, heedless of her scraped and bleeding knees and hands. She wanted to run away, but considering where they were now she had no idea where she could run to. Not that she was willing to leave Jeremy behind, or any of the other kids she knew from school, of course but Jeremy was the most important one since they were dating since his return. She sidled closer to where Jeremy sat, slipping her fingers into his seeking comfort. Clearly Jeremy wasn’t a part of this… Whatever this was, of that she was certain.
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Post by ADAM HAWTHORNE on Aug 24, 2019 12:14:51 GMT
━ the first casualty of war is innocence ━
Adam had to hold back the urge to flinch when the boy was pushed down on his seat, it screeched from the force used which had Adam grasping onto the arm of the chair hard before his gaze turned to Terra when she gripped his arm, as much as it hurt, it also helped him feel grounded to the current moment so his thoughts wouldn't stray too far away from him. He gave her a reassuring smile even though the current situation didn't seem too... Promising for the kids involved. They all looked really young, they all stood out in this horrible place. Though when the unknown man began speaking about them being gifted and the fact that his parents were involved in making him this way, it made his throat tighten. "No.. there's no way. My parents wouldn't..." Little did he know, they weren't actually his parents, they weren't the one to strike the deal but his actual parents. Unbeknownst to the young man, they had died in a car crash while he came out as the sole survivor, only to be picked by his uncle, Nathaniel, and raised as a part of his family. They did this to him? They willingly put him through all of that every single day and for what? Why would they strike such a deal?
The scene around him changed all too quickly for him to process and when he looked around, his eyes widened at how different it all looked. His eyes shifted to the seemingly vacant cage not too far away before he flinched slightly when Terra grasped his hand, her comment sending cold shivers down his spine. No, no, no. Adam turned to look at the man. "Sir, please, just let us go, we won't tell anyone about this. Please." His tone was filled with raw desperation as he begged the man to find at least some mercy within his heart to let them go.
Adam's slightly trembling hand held onto Terra's, giving it a small squeeze but was it reassuring? No. Not when Terra had already gotten a glimpse of his death just by touching him. He can't go. What about Maddy? What about his dad? He'll be devastated without him, he can't leave. He doesn't want to leave. Sure, there were a few times where he found himself wishing for a sooner relief but things were starting to look up for him with Amberle and his family, he was starting to feel better...
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