DAMIEN BECK
Reaper
Posts: 97
Age:
74
Occupation:
Reaper/Bank Robber
Status:
In a Relationship
Partner:
Aurora de Martel
Played by:
Ange
Last seen Nov 12, 2024 20:45:44 GMT
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Post by DAMIEN BECK on Aug 30, 2024 19:05:31 GMT
The thought had started out like some crappy joke – how many shapeshifters does it take to destroy an entire building? – then it had just tipped over into something worrying. How many did it take? Two? Three? He’d found four in the end, although who knew if there had been anybody else hiding among the wreckage they’d left behind. If he hadn’t known better Damien would’ve sworn that the place had been abandoned, the shattered remains of furniture and computers strewn across the carpet tiles, the quiet tinkle of glass the only noise in a space that seemed as quiet as a tomb. Minutes later he’d realised it was hard to yell for help when your throat had been torn out.
Standing silently, the spirit of the one human in the place (the one they’d targeted first) watched as the last two live shapeshifters strained against the mental handcuffs put on their shifting two weeks out from the full moon tore weakly at one another. By now Damien didn’t need to get much closer to tell what was wrong with them. The fucking virus was everywhere.
He hadn’t bothered trying to get them to hold hands to transport them. After just a few seconds one made a grab for the other’s throat and he stepped in, gripping the small, dark haired woman by the back of the shirt just long enough to blink out of there and into the prison for bad supernatural boys and girls they’d put together to store the infected. Here the virus could run rampant and they could knock themselves the hell out trying to find their way out. Until they were cured, the only way of managing that was ending up dead. The friendly neighbourhood hellhound would make their rounds at that point, scooping up the souls that the reapers had nothing to do with. Souls like Aurora’s if it came to that.
Worry, like the virus-ridden lunatics, had been growing. Elijah hadn’t managed to infect Aurora, but how many times could she be exposed before it took hold? With Connie it was worse. She probably couldn’t catch it, but these assholes were growing thick on the ground. There was a chance Mystic Falls would end up like one of those horror movies where people were just torn apart in the streets. Someone had dropped his little sister right into the middle of that and he’d have about as much chance of convincing her to leave town as he’d had with Aurora. They couldn’t just keep dragging them off the streets, they needed to find a cure.
Finally he’d returned to the office building for the soul he’d actually gone there to collect. The woman was still there, tied to the spot where she’d died – and more than ready to get out of there. Feeling his gut and his temper both twisting (he didn’t have the virus, this was good, old fashioned frustration), Damien stood on the border of her Heaven. Decades ago Koschei had sown the seeds of chaos like this shit right across the country, ramping up tensions until people were literally tearing each other apart. If there was anybody in town who might know more about this stuff, it was that thing in Sonny.
Demons didn’t need anywhere to stay, but the demon had dropped enough hints during their conversations that he knew he had to be staying somewhere here in town. Maybe under the rock he’d accused him of cowering under, maybe sat with his boss in one of those gaudy mansions. Frowning beneath the thick frame of his glasses, he concentrated on Sonny, trying to trace the thread of energy that was entirely his brother. It was easier than trying to track those spiderwebs of darkness that spread from all the evil dirtbags in Mystic Falls. A tug like a fish on a line, hauling him in instead of the other way around, a strained laugh bubbling out of him as he found himself standing outside of a motel room door – practically on the doorstep of the room he’d met him in the last time.
Manners would have had him knocking on the door, but Damien didn’t bother. It didn’t matter if his brother was planning world domination, there was only one thing that mattered these days, keeping the people he loved safe. How was that thing even gonna react to his host’s sister coming back? Pushing the question away, Damien disappeared from outside the room and appeared in it. ”Hey,” he called out, turning towards that feeling that someone was there, pausing as he caught sight of the woman instead. For a second he stared at her, eyes narrowed before he let out an impatient little puff. ”This the way you’re doing it now? Hop into someone else whenever you feel like it. Where’s my brother?” The question was bitten out, irritating carrying him towards her without any pause to consider the fact that Sonny mighta had a girl here.
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SELENE BARDOT
Witch
Posts: 10
Status:
Single
Played by:
Jodi
your halo’s full of fire
Last seen Nov 20, 2024 21:56:57 GMT
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Post by SELENE BARDOT on Sept 16, 2024 20:38:34 GMT
Meeting the real Sonny had thrown her out of sorts. So far she’d managed to block out the idea the man she was sleeping with was some awful demon which literally was born in hell, but then she met the man behind it all. The man who’d also been swept up in Koschei’s shit. Selene desperately wanted to help Sonny, find a way to break him free of his own personal hell. She had the magic right? She just needed the spell. Until then she’d play nice with Koschei. But it wasn’t just Koschei she needed to worry about, it was her own family too. Cleo was constantly calling her, asking her where she was and when she was coming home. Lying to her sister had never been easy– Cleo had a talent of seeing through Selene’s lies immediately. But with their conversation taking place over the phone it was a little easier to lie to Cleo. She told her family she’d be home soon, for a little while. The explanation was kept quite vague. That was just another concern of hers bubbling away in the background. How long did she need to be in Mystic Falls for? Apparently the demons needed her help– although she wasn’t sure what help she could be to them. Yes, she’d been granted all this power but surely they held more power than her? It dawned on her though she knew absolutely nothing about demons. She just about knew the bare basics on vampires and werewolves. Koschei wasn’t lingering around the hotel room, meaning Selene could sit in peace and work on her drawings. Lightly she traced her finger over one in particular. The one which Sonny complimented. An ache stirred in her chest as she wondered if he was okay. She pushed the drawing aside–along with the aching–as she started her new project. The moment her pen hit the paper a voice came from behind her. The pen jolted as she jumped creating a line across the sheet. Selene jumped to her front, a crack of magic tingling in her hands as the man spoke. “Who the fuck are you?” Before he could even think of taking a step towards her she motioned with her right hand and the scissors on her desk raised in the air for a second before flying forward towards the stranger, aiming straight for his left eye. DAMIEN BECK |
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DAMIEN BECK
Reaper
Posts: 97
Age:
74
Occupation:
Reaper/Bank Robber
Status:
In a Relationship
Partner:
Aurora de Martel
Played by:
Ange
Last seen Nov 12, 2024 20:45:44 GMT
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Post by DAMIEN BECK on Oct 6, 2024 16:08:50 GMT
If the shoot-out at the bank had just been their good luck finally running out entirely, he and Sonny probably would’ve been down in Hell right now, paying for their crimes. It wouldn’t have mattered in the grand scheme of things that they’d started doing it to try and save their sister’s life. Once they’d had enough money to do that for decades they’d just carried right on. Honestly, what were they supposed to do at that point? Hang up their guns and return to a quiet little life in Lake Success? Like the bank would take him back on and Sonny would make it through a single shift at the factory. They’d been too far gone at that point and it was like the demon who’d invaded his brother had known it. He’d just sped things along a little, making sure that they’d both been shot by the security guard instead of going down in a hail of bullets fired by the Feds. Instead of them roasting downstairs in their afterlives they’d been dropped into this endless game of cat and mouse instead.
Seeing that black wash over Sonny’s eyes again when he’d caught up to that thing that was creating mayhem using Sonny’s body hadn’t been any easier than seeing it happen the first time. His brother was just a shell for that thing, evil infesting the body of a decent man (their crimes withstanding). No matter how many times he’d seen it with other entities, other poor saps who’d been infected in a hundred different ways, it didn’t get any easier. Damien still felt that need to tear the thing out of them, to free them from what tormented them. Elias probably would’ve told him that it wasn’t their job, the same way Death had done decades before when he’d bargained his way into this job. It didn’t stop him feeling like it was a fucking tragedy that Koschei had decided to toss Sonny aside to take a new body for a ride though.
Damien watched her, entirely without amusement, as she scrambled to her feet, leaving the trail of her startlement behind on the paper in front of her. There was a shift in the air, as though it had suddenly electrified. He shifted on his feet, his gaze dropping from the pretty face, all the way down to her feet and back up. Just who had the demon decided to turn into a puppet this time? He snorted faintly, shaking his head at her. ”Never took you for someone who liked playing dumb. This ain’t the time for games, pal. If you hadn’t noticed, there’s …” Trouble in town. Trouble in the room too, he figured as the scissors rose up off the desk and flew at him. He probably could’ve stood there and let them hit, wasn’t like they could really hurt him, but why waste a perfectly good pair of glasses.
In the blink of an eye, Damien vanished and reappeared closer to her, the scissors suddenly behind him, thudding uselessly into the door. Teeth gritted, he held a hand up between the two of them. ”I wouldn’t try that again if I was you. Let’s try this again, a little friendlier this time.” Koschei might’ve played dumb, but the demon would’ve known that the scissors wouldn’t have done a damn thing to him. ”I asked you a question before you got rude. Where’s my brother? I’m guessing Sonny was here. I followed his trail right back to here, but all I’ve got is you instead, so you’re gonna have to answer my questions for me.” He twisted his hand, wiggling his fingers at her to encourage her to talk before he dropped it back to his side.
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SELENE BARDOT
Witch
Posts: 10
Status:
Single
Played by:
Jodi
your halo’s full of fire
Last seen Nov 20, 2024 21:56:57 GMT
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Post by SELENE BARDOT on Oct 27, 2024 20:00:13 GMT
Selene was somewhat grateful for Koschei’s constant busy life. His work kept him occupied, which meant he left her in peace, giving her the space to focus on what was important. On one hand, her art brought in money, keeping her grounded in some sense of normalcy. On the other hand, there was the spell she had to break, a looming threat over her life that chipped away at her hope with each passing day. She had the power, yes, but no clue how to wield it effectively. Every day, she edged closer to realising that without help, she was a ticking time bomb. The thought of reaching out to her siblings, who undoubtedly could assist, gnawed at her—but she couldn’t bear the humiliation of admitting she had fallen into bed with a demon. She was stuck in a mess of her own making, tangled in magic she couldn’t control. She had a chance—however slim—of freeing herself one day. But for Sonny, it wasn’t the same. His fate was sealed. There was no escape for him. The few hours they had spent together left a strange impression on her, making her long to see him again. He was everything Koschei wasn’t—kind, sweet, genuine. That thought alone felt dangerous, as if comparing the two was a line she shouldn’t cross. But it was hard not to. Sonny felt real in a way Koschei never could. Still, the sinking reality was that their brief encounter might have been the first and last time she’d ever see him. Koschei had forced him back into the depths, maybe never to resurface. The thought unsettled her more than she wanted to admit, so she tried to push it aside, refocusing on the drawing in front of her. Then, her concentration shattered as someone rudely interrupted her. Reacting on instinct, she threw a pair of scissors across the room. They flew with perfect accuracy, but missed their mark as the intruder vanished, only to reappear right in front of her, much too close for comfort. Selene flinched slightly but held her ground, refusing to step back. She tilted her head, giving him a sharp, unbothered smile. "Next time knock, and maybe I’ll be friendlier," she quipped, her tone icy. His question lingered, but she had no real answer to give. "I don’t know where he is. He’s not exactly open about his whereabouts," she added dryly. And truthfully, she didn’t want to know. The less she was involved in Koschei’s movements, the better. DAMIEN BECK |
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DAMIEN BECK
Reaper
Posts: 97
Age:
74
Occupation:
Reaper/Bank Robber
Status:
In a Relationship
Partner:
Aurora de Martel
Played by:
Ange
Last seen Nov 12, 2024 20:45:44 GMT
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Post by DAMIEN BECK on Nov 5, 2024 19:51:41 GMT
Koschei might’ve been happy with Sonny as his shell for now, but from the moment he’d found out what had really happened to his brother, he’d been scared that one day he wouldn’t be. Tossing Sonny aside would be easy for a thing like that, just like taking off an old pair of socks. It seemed as though Sonny was alive in there, but it didn’t mean that his body would be able to stand up to the demon leaving. Would the bullet wounds open up again? Would the demon get tired enough of the game one day that he’d jump ship in front of him just for kicks? The fear had knocked around in his head on and off often enough that he wondered if this was gonna be the time.
Up close, Damien inhaled deeply as though he’d be able to catch the scent of hellfire and brimstone rising off of her. Demons were tricksters, able to hide their presence in a body. It was how he’d gotten into Sonny in the first place, lurking there for hours while he waited to cause the most chaos possible. That little trick with the scissors would’ve been a tick in the possession column, but there were plenty of other things out there capable of trying to bury weapons in his head. She’d flinched away from him, like he’d startled her at least, but she hadn’t stepped back away from him. She had some guts. God, she reminded him of Connie. Five seconds after he’d turned up in Elias’ little hideaway she’d been just like this. Poking at the asshole in the room, no matter the danger it posed to her, refusing to back down from a being who had enough power in his little finger to send her right back to Heaven if she wasn’t careful.
It took a moment for his lips to curve in response to that sharp smile of hers, when they did it was more grimace than grin. ”I didn’t know I had to show manners – most demons don’t seem to be fans of them. They do whatever they want.” But he wasn’t like them. Sonny hadn’t been like that when he’d been himself. Their parents had spent too much time raising good boys before they’d broken away to do what they had to. Even then they’d been polite, avoiding shooting up the banks they’d robbed and smacking around the customers like some of their competition had done. They were likely to hand over the money anyway, so what was the point in making the tellers cry or the bank managers bleed. With Koschei his patience had grown thin of late, ending up practically see through now.
If Koschei had left the woman as his guard dog, then he’d made a decent choice. She was still showing her teeth, so to speak, biting back at him with the sort of chill in her voice that might’ve stung back when he’d been human. ”He’s definitely not in you,” Damien muttered to himself, shaking his head. ”He must have told you something? Especially if he left you waiting here for him. I’m guessing he’s not paying for you by the hour. What are you doing here?” She’d probably bristle at that the same way she had every other word out of his mouth, but he didn’t have the time to sweeten his tone and ask nicely. As per usual shit was going down in Mystic Falls and it felt as though the demon would put himself right at the centre of it all, no matter what kinda position that put his host in.
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