Fantasy Magic Brew Cafè (CLOSED)

[Cryobionic]

Red flashes of light lit up the stone slab floor as blue and grey shoes silently hit them at a steady pace. Oliver took one second to look over his shoulder at the dark fairy and the fish girl before turning the corner, bounding up the stairs from the dungeon and out the large, wooden door to the hallway upstairs.


Had he been more like himself at that moment, and not about to possibly die a slow and very painful death, he would have rolled his eyes and shouted out a jab at the amateur captor, for forgetting to close and lock the door to his cell in her fit of rage for the fish girl. Oliver looked around frantically, his yellow eyes searching for an exit, his fists clenching together painfully as he found none. The hallway went on for what seemed like a kilometer, and there wasn't even a window in sight, the only light available coming from the dim, lit up torches on either side of the narrow hallway, casting the walls in a pale, purple glow.


With a small, shaky inhale to try and localize the piney scent of the forest he knew loomed outside, the imp took off running in the direction he thought most likely to lead outside.

 

[RegalWindstar]

Shadae scowled turning around "Damn Imp!" She rushed out forgetting to lock the cell door. She bounded up the stairs and burst through the door rushing through her castle ordering all exits blocked. Melody snuck out of her cell and rushed through the shadows of the castle looking for the exit and Oliver.


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A guard was rushing through the halls when he turned a corner and bumped into something both falling to the ground the guard looked up to see Oliver "Imp!"


@Cryobionic

 

[Cryobionic]

"Ah, shut up!" Oliver yelped from the floor, his hands shooting out on their own accord, a ball of flame traveling through the air and sizzling into the guards helmet. Oliver's yellow eyes went wide as the man began to scream, his silvery iron helmet slowly turning a hot red.


Looking down at his hands in disbelief, Oliver scrambled to his feet, hurrying away from the boiling man, stuffing his fingers into his hoodie pockets with a small whimper. Just to be sure. The smell of the mans burning flesh began to stuff up the narrow hallway, making the imp run faster, memories of quite another incident coming unbidden into his mind.


He was almost at the end of the hallway now, and he could see where it took a turn, leading out into the gardens or something, he wasn't really sure. The light from the torches were beginning to get dimmer, a sure fire way of knowing that another source of light were up ahead. The imp nearly cheered, his chest constricting painfully.


He was nearly at the exit now, just a few steps away. Oliver sped up, his desperation to get out into fresh air blinding him. Which was why, when he crashed head first into something both soft and hard at the same time, it wasn't only the blinding pain emitting from his broken horn that confused him.


Looking up revealed a pair of surprised crimson eyes, and Oliver almost cried with relief. He knew those eyes, had seen them almost every day for the last few weeks. He let out a strangled sound, grabbing the person by the arms. "Vin-"


As his vision cleared of the pain, his choked sentence was cut off in an instant and replaced with a frightened sob as he suddenly became all to clear of the fact that the person whose arms he was grabbing onto, was in no way close to being the friendly, blue haired bartender he had first pegged them to be.


@Elfia Nightwing

 

[Elfia Nightwing]

Serathi smiled down at the imp, tightening her grip on his small arms. "What were you going to call me?" she asked kindly, her grip being almost bone shattering at this point. "Was it going to be...'Vincent'?" she smiled cruelly. "So you know my son..." she smiled, yanking Oliver to her as Shadae's guards began to swarm around her. " Interesting...We simply must talk then..." she purred, a cloud of darkness transporting to two back her castle, just as a arrow passed through the exact same spot they were standing in.

 

[Cryobionic]

Oliver struggled, wriggled kicked and squirmed, but the demoness' grip was too tight. He couldn't even get an inch away from her as they appeared in the dingy, dust covered room. His entire body was shaking like a leaf, half brought on by fear and half brought on by the exhaustion the dark energy she had emitted during their 'trip' had caused.


He had known he would be in trouble the second he had uttered the start of Buckley's name, and her painfully familiar, narrowed red eyes had just confirmed what he already knew. As they re-appeared, her grip lightened ever so slightly, and the imp managed to wrench himself away from her, falling to the wooden floor with a thump, letting out a dog-like yelp as he hit the ground.

 

[Elfia Nightwing]

"Calm imp, I'm not going to kill you," Serathi smirked, "For now at least," she laughed. Serathi walked over to a ornately decorated table, running her fingers over the beautifully carved dragon on it. "This was a gift, from Beelzebub of all people," she smirked as strands of dark red hair spilled from the loose pony tail it was in. Serathi pulled a packet of cigarettes from her coat pocket, producing a small light as she lit one, placing it in her mouth.


" I've failed as a mother," she finally said, exhaling a puff of smoke as she looked at Oliver. "My only flesh and blood associating with...Imps," she glared, walking over to Oliver, the burning cigarette still in her long fingers. She grabbed one of Oliver's arms and rolled up the sleeve of his jacket, holding her grip so he couldn't escape. "Let's continue our little chat from earlier, and if I don't like what I hear..." she pressed the burning cigarette into Oliver's skin, holding it there as the smell of burning flesh filled the room. "That will only be the beginning," she smiled cruelly.

 

[Cryobionic]

It hurt.


Not badly by any means, his resistance to fire made sure of that, but it still stung. Maybe it was the cherry of the cigarette sizzling his already scarred arm, but Oliver was almost certain the pain was created from the knowledge that there was the tiniest of doubts rooted withing his constricting chest, a doubt that he may not be able to keep his mouth shut about his friends should the demoness push him to his limit.


A low growl began to emit from his chest, vibrating through his body as he let out a soft whine, trying to pull his arm our of her grip. "I'm not... I'm not telling you anything!" He pressed out from behind chapped lips, as his fingers sizzled with sparks, threatening to ignite in full flame.

 

[Elfia Nightwing]

Serathi glanced down at his fingers, grabbing his arm as she twirled him like they were in a dance so she was behind him, bending his arm at a painful angle. " Don't even think about it," she hissed, pushing Oliver down to the ground with her foot. The power of her kick and her grip caused his arm to pop from it's socket, as she bent his arm at a unnatural angle, the cracking of bone filling the air. It caused a shiver to run up her spine, as she kept her foot on the imp's back pressing him into the ground.


"I'll ask again...How do you have the same smell as Abbadon?" she questioned,"Unless...Don't tell me..." she smirked, increasing her weight on the imp's back. "Interesting...Tell me, would you like to join your father? I have a lovely collar that would match perfectly with his," she laughed cruelly."Now, tell me all about my 'darling' son's allies, and the bitch witch of his," she smiled. There was no warmth in that smile though, only demented glee and destruction.

 

[Cryobionic]

"F-Father?" The imp wheezed, his voice hoarse and slightly faint from the scream he had let out as his arm dislocated from it's socket, a feeling nausea beginning to bubble up within his stomach. "No..." The weight of her foot on his back made his ribs push into the floor, and he could feel they were close to giving in. When she mentioned Ellie, Oliver let out a high pitched whine, a sound eerily similar to that of a kicked puppy.


"I'm not telling... you anything..." He repeated, his attempted firm refusal coming out as nothing more than a raspy, pathetic whisper. His fingers, though limp and numb, began to ignite again. Oliver tired to force the tingling sensation now spreading over his hands to go away, but it wouldn't listen. It was as if his new-found abilities had a mind of their own. "I wont!"

 

[Elfia Nightwing]

Serathi sighed, rolling her head as she cracked her neck, increasing her pressure on his back until she heard another pleasant crack fill the air. "Tell me, what do you really know about Meredith, what she stood for?" she asked calmly, kneeling in front of Oliver. "You only know of what your 'friends' have told you only what the fairy tales make her out to be," Serathi smiled coldly, brushing stands of black hair from Oliver's sweat drenched face. "Only I know...The real Meredith," Serathi smiled, lighting another cigarette. "She had a daughter you know... A bright thing, so full of light and joy that it was sickening... Then a plague hit her country that no one was safe from, not even her daughter," Serathi smiled, exhaling a could of smoke. "Meredith lost her mind in grief, and became determined to bring her child back you know what she did?" Serathi smiled, her eyes glowing with glee. "She would lure the orphans of her country to her castle...Drug them until they fell asleep and then..." she used her nail the imitate as if she was slicing Oliver's throat.


" I guess Vincent and Ellinor are perfect for one another, a child killer with a incarnate of a child murderer," Serathi laughed.

 

[Cryobionic]

Oliver flinched away from her touch, curling up on the floor, his tail wrapping itself around his jean clad legs, "I don't believe you." He told her through clenched teeth, his voice barely above a whisper. But his eyes flashed with brief uncertainty, it was only present for a second, but it was there, "I've heard all about the forgotten lady," He ground out, panting from the pain, "What she was... and what she did. They told me... they told me before I even came up to this plane!"


The imp flinched again, and his eyes widened as he realized what he had let slip. He bit his lip and averted his eyes, his breathing becoming heavier as his mind started to shut down from the stress. Oliver privately cursed himself. He had become weak during his time here, spoiled by the friendly manners of the cafe. Had this been a year prior, he wouldn't even have blinked at the searing pain now shooting tearing through his nerves. The imp squeezed his eyes shut, steeling himself.


"She wouldn't have! And he wouldn't have either!" He hissed.

 

[Elfia Nightwing]

"Ellinor," Serathi murmured quietly, stomping out her cigarette bud. "That was Meredith's daughters name too," she smiled coldly. "History is always written on the side of those who won, the good ones, the heroes," She smiled. "They forget that even heroes have darkness, that no one is safe from the temptation of sin," she purred. " And how can you not believe me about my only son, haven't you even wondered how he got those scars, killing the elf child I have to admit was a tad bit proud of him," she smiled coldly.

 

[Cryobionic]

"I don't believe anything you say!" Oliver growled, using his good arm to push himself further away from the demoness, the palm of his hand digging into the floorboards. He was lying, though, he realized with a start. I did believe her, and that fact suddenly made everything ten times worse. He was beginning to feel nauseous again, sick to his stomach with the sobering feeling of dread that had washed over him the moment she had mentioned Buckley's scars. Oliver knew elven enchantments when he smelled them, and it just fit to perfectly with everything he had learned not to be true.


Oliver lifted his head to look at her, his eyes taking in every detail of the enemy. From her red locks of hair, to those familiar crimson eyes, down to the very last tear in her cheek. He frowned in realization. "You're nothing... compared to the forgotten lady!" The words were out of his mouth before he could stop them, and before he knew it, more of them spewed out, "She at least... has a body of her own... Yours is failing."

 

[Elfia Nightwing]

Serathi's eyes widened in surprise,""Oh...And tell me, how did Meredith manage..." she cute herself off as she looked up at the ceiling, a loud laugh bubbling from her chest. "That bitch...She's hiding in that witches mind!" she laughed, smiling cruelly. "I see...I'll just have to kill Ellinor to end Meredith once and for all," she turned to Oliver,walking over to him.


Slicing open her wrist with her nail in a neat line, causing the dark crimson liquid to bubble from the wound. " And you're going to do it," she hissed, pressing her wound to Oliver's mouth, forcing him to drink her blood. " Now then Abbadon's son..." she smiled, gazing into his dead yellow eyes. "Go kill Meredith's incarnate," she smiled darkly, snapping her fingers as she sent Oliver back to the cafe.

 

[Cryobionic]

"No, I ca-" His protests were cut short as the demoness forced her blood into his mouth, the warm liquid making it's way down his throat and spilling out over his chin before he could stop it. His mouth flared up with the taste of iron, making the nausea he had been fighting come back in full force.


As she drew back, he knew there was no way to stop it. It was lingering just withing the crevasses of his mind, feeling like a green mist of sickness that was quickly spreading out to every corner of his body. He could feel her dark coils of energy begin to wrap around him, pulling him back to what he could only presume was the cafe. The sheer evil of it was what sent him over the edge. Just as he felt himself being whisked away, the imp buckled over on the floor, his body forcing him to empty his stomach, sending a spew of red liquid mixed in with all sorts of gastric juices over the dark lady's dress.


The last thing he remembered before his mind went blank, was the sheer look of horrified disgust coming over the evil war maidens features.

 

[Elfia Nightwing]

"Stupid mutt!" she growled, kicking the dragon table shattering it into a thousand pieces. " It won't matter, my blood shad have already warped his mind," she smirked cruelly.


Ellie sighed, sipping her cup of green tea as she sat down at the bar. It was unusually quiet today, aside from Raya's disastrous cooking attempts that she had finally cleaned up, and she had no idea, but for some reason it sent a shiver up her neck in a very bad way. " I hope everyone's ok," she murmured to herself.

 

[Cryobionic]

Oliver spun around a couple of times before landing with a thump in the middle of the cafe. His arm was still bent in an awkward angle, his ribs cracked and there was blood caked over his face. The imp didn't much care, though. In fact, it felt as if a haze of calm had settled over his mind, clouding his thoughts. It was rather pleasant, and he almost couldn't feel the pain. Only the smells of wood, spice and sugar revealed to him to the fact that he was in the cafe, and the taste of iron in his mouth made him more alert.


He tried lifting his head up from the floor, tried to movie his body, but he found it heavy, and it head felt like it was filled with cotton. Blinking lazily, Oliver pushed himself up into a sitting position, looking around the cafe, his eyes a dimmed, pale yellow.


His eyes trailed over the room, as if searching for something. Oliver couldn't begin to fathom what though, it felt as if everything he needed, he had already. Especially considering his relaxed state of mind. He was just about to get up, when his entire body stiffened. A low growl began to emit from his chest, as his eyes narrowed in on the girl sitting at the bar.

 

[Elfia Nightwing]

"Oliver!!" Ellie exclaimed, rushing over to the imp. "God...What happened to you...Who did this!!" Ellie cried looking at his pale eyes. She stiffened, gazing at him. "Oliver?..." Ellie whimpered, her eyes full of worry. SOmething was definatelly not right. Not right at all. "Oliver...Can you hear me? Are you-".Ellie was cut off from her question, when the imp pounced at her, causing a blood curdling scream to escape her chest as she tried to push Oliver off her. "Oliver!!! Stop!! It's me Ellie!!!" she cried.

 

[Cryobionic]

It was almost instinctual, animalistic even. As a loud growl rippled through his chest, he pounced. He didn't know why, but he knew he needed to kill the witch. Her scent reached his nose just as he was about to close his hands around her throat, halting him with a start. He knew that scent. His eyes began glowing again, their yellow light gazing down at Ellie in absolute confusion. He knew...


Then it was gone, and his mind clouded over again and his eyes dimmed, the snarl that had been on his face just a few moments prior returning. He struggled against her hands, grunting and hissing as he tried to grip at her throat. He wanted to rip her pretty little face apart, he wanted to end her life like she ended hers.

 

[Elfia Nightwing]

Ellie teared up, feeling Oliver's hands wrap around her throat, he didn't seem like he would be so strong, it was almost unnatural how strong he was. "V-Vinny...Vinny!!" Ellie cried out, gasping for air as she saw stars begin to dance in her vision. The last thing she remembered before blacking out was hearing Chomp screech in distress, hissing at the imp to let go of his person.

 

[RegalWindstar]

Akira woke from the commotion and sat up, Luke bolted up from the chair he had taken up by her side dropping his paperwork. The Two of them rushed over and wrapped Arms around Oliver prying him off. "Oliver!" Akira screeched. Luke sighed holding Oliver firm so he couldn't move "Oliver get a hold of yourself this isn't like you! You're hurting your own friend!" His voice held no panic and was only firm and disapproving. As Luke held Oliver's arms back and kept him still Akira rushed infront of him and took his face in both of her hands "Oliver, please. What's wrong? Why are you doing this? Don't you recognize us? Ellie? Shes your friend Oliver! Please this is not you!"


@Cryobionic

 

[Cryobionic]

He let out a loud, disapproving yelp as he was ripped away from his target, and he twisted and kicked to get out of the grip of the person who dared interrupt his mission. He hissed and spat, trying to break loose, but his arm twisted dangerously, threatening to break more than it already had, and sending a twinge of pain through his left side. Oliver blinked, and stopped fighting as his mind cleared up once more, leaving him heaving and gasping for air.


A look over his shoulder revealed Luke, and he looked at him in confusion, his mouth opening to utter questions he wan't sure he wanted answers to. Then, his eyes dimmed once more, and everything went silent again, as the imp began struggling against the fairy's grip to get back to the witch, a demented look upon his pale, bloodstained face.


...................


Vincent bolted out of the kitchen, his face a sooty mess from the cleaning he had been doing in there. The fact that one person could singlehandedly thrash an entire room with one recipe still stunned him, even though he had seen it happen countless times before, and he had been the one to do it most of those times.


What met him in the cafe, though, made all thoughts about messy kitchens and assassination fantasies upon the person who had messed up said kitchen fly out the window. With a small shout of horrified shock, he ran up to the collapsed witch, gathering her limp form in his arms.


One look at the crazed imp had him across the room, Ellie safely out of his reach.

 

[RegalWindstar]

Akira teared up at the state of Oliver her hands still on his face she pleaded "Please Oliver, come back to your senses please! Please!" She moved closer nesting his head on her shoulder hugging him even while Luke held him in place she still pleaded "Please Oliver, Please please!"


@Cryobionic

 

[Cryobionic]

Vincent watched the spectacle, cradling the cerulean haired with to his chest, his eyes narrowed at the imp. The whole cafe stank of blood and ozone, a scent all too familiar to him. And as he realized that, a flash of cold dread washed over him, snapping him back to reality.


Gently laying Ellie down on a nearby table, having checked her for both breathing and pulse first, he slowly walked over to the trio, staring at Oliver with a concerned frown. There were no open wounds on him as far as Vincent could tell, none near his face anyway.


"Force his mouth open." He said calmly, his eyes rising to meet Luke's.


@RegalWindstar

 

[RegalWindstar]

Luke looked at Vincent curiously but did as he was told. Akira looked up at Vincent teary eyes but trusted Vincent so she went over to Ellie out of the way watching on in worry.


Luke sighed "I Hope you know what you're doing Vincent, if anything happens to Oliver Akira might kill you" the last part was a joke to try to ease the tension a little.


@Cryobionic (Luke isn't 100% uptight )