Fandom Supernatural RP - Accepting Applications

[Safton]

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William remained quiet as Chase expressed just how disappointed he was at the news of Ginny taking on the mantle of Oracle. He didn't feel the need to defend the young girl; he knew the wolf was just venting. As he moved on to the next subject, asking Will a favor the man honestly hadn't expected, he turned to Chase with raised brows. "Getting a little cabin fever?" he asked, the corner of his lip quirking up in a smirk.

He chuckled, shrugging slightly. "I won't lie. We're shorthanded back at the Colony with the..." Will paused, not sure what term to use. "Desertions" didn't seem quite right. "...disagreement. We're doing everything we can to keep up with the Seals and all the while we keep getting calls for assistance with 'regular' hunts. Brendan is stepping down soon... he wants Elijah to take over his role, coordinating the hunters. I'm sure he'd be glad to have you... but are you sure that's what you want? No one would think less of you for sticking with the Pack."

Crono
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Elijah continued to lean against the door frame, eyeing Ashley-May. "We both know that's not true," he said mildly. "You're good-willed every second of the day... even to those who don't deserve it," he remarked quietly, averting his eyes to the floor. "I should have told you... everything. I'm sorry."

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Adelaide looked at Morgan, forcing a smile onto her face, still out of sorts after the experience through Thor's eyes. "All right, I think. They got the information they needed," she said, deciding to leave out the dark presence she had felt. She glanced toward the kitchen, Eli's back just in sight. With nearly everyone having departed, she turned to Morgan again. "You want to take a walk? I need to pack up for Boston," she said.

NanLia ​

 

[Alator]

Thor walked over to Viktor and a police officer that was standing next to the wolf, he turned his eyes to the officer and said "These murders fit the pattern of the infamous murders back in the autumn of 1888..." He paused briefly and cast a glance at Viktor before resuming "While Jack the Ripper can't possibly be alive, we are dealing with his biggest fan." The officer scratched his beard "I thought there was something familiar about them, but seemed far-fetched here in Louisiana." The deity nodded and took his leave, ducking under the yellow tape around the crime scene. While they hardly could tell the police who they were actually chasing, to have them believe the murderer was a copycat would make things easier as well as be a realistic explanation to the strange murders.

He looked up at the night sky and thought to himself; You can't escape forever Jack.

 

[Crono]

Chase let out a small groan alongside a nod at the mention of Cabin Fever, "You have no idea, you wouldn't think so considering the wide open woods and all but I'm getting restless."​

"Everyone's moving up in the world." He noted at the mention of Elijah potentially taking a seat on the council as well. Will's question however left Chase visibly confused with a falter of a step and wrinkled forehead, he spoke as if this was an either/or type situation. For a moment he wondered if he should take resentment but simply shook his head, both too confused and amused to take anything personally. "Will, I'm looking for a hunt and offering to help out. Not signing a lifelong contract here. Just because I'm with the pack doesn't mean I'm done hunting all of a sudden." It didn't matter that he no longer had a hunting partner and was suddenly flying solo, he saw no reason not to continue doing what he'd always done.​

Safton

 

[NanLia]

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Ashley-May retrieved a still warm cookie and dunked it into the dark liquid before taking a bit, leaning her hip against the counter as she raised a brow to Elijah's sudden change of attitude. He wasn't about to get off that easy, appearing remorseful was one things but feeling it was another. She swallowed with a sip of tea. "You don't have to apologise, Eli." She said simply, pointedly watching him. "I never expected you to tell me all your secrets, I just didn't think there were any between us." She shrugged. "My fault really but at least now I know."

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Morgan watched Adelaide as she dismissed any ill effect to ... whatever she had just done. She honestly thought that maybe Addy should rest for a few minutes. She nodded quickly and rose as Addy suggested her helping the witch pack for their trip to Boston. "Speaking of, I'll have to go back to the campsite and get a few things myself. Can you give me a lift?"
Safton

 

[Safton]

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William nodded after a moment, rubbing the back of his neck. "Fair enough. I'll let Brendan -- or Elijah -- know. When something comes up, I'll let you know." He drew to a stop, turning towards Chase before speaking up, resting his hands on his hips. "I didn't mean to second-guess you. It's just... with everything going on, a hunt isn't just a hunt anymore, you know? Mur had someone inside Vitae; god knows what else the First Sin has up its sleeve."

Will shrugged. "It's hard not to want to circle the wagons and keep everyone close to home. If it weren't for the Seals, I might be trying to do just that," he remarked quietly. Suddenly shook his head, as if trying to shake away the morbid thoughts. "But that's not my choice to make and like I said: we could use the help."

Crono ​

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Elijah felt a pang through his heart at Ashley-May's casually dismissive tone. In a way it was worse than outright anger. He bit his lip. "There are no secrets between us, Ash," he said quietly. "Not anymore. I kept it from you because I was scared. Of exposing you to it all... and of what you might think of me if you knew the truth." He sighed, moving to step toward her before pausing, leaning against the counter. "I would understand if you feel like you don't know the real me. But know that I love you with all my heart and I'd sooner give my life for you and Liam than see either of you hurt. I never stopped to think that I'd need to protect you from my own lies."

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Adelaide nodded with a smile. "Sure thing." After bidding Ginny goodbye, she led the way outside, walking side-by-side with Morgan to where her Civic was parked. She had cleaned it up after Elijah had lock-picked his way inside before rummaging through her reagents the night Will had been bitten. As she unlocked the passenger side door for Morgan before heading around to the driver's seat, she gave the wolf an apologetic look. "I keep a lot of my ingredients in here. The scent might be a little... strong," she warned.

NanLia ​

 

[Eliasdagood]

Ginny sighs, deciding it’s about time for her to head home. She gets up from the table, waving to the few people still present, and goes back to her apartment, taking the time to pray to Hypnos, as she does every night. She doesn’t care that she’s an oracle of all gods now, her faith is still with him.

She strips out of her daywear, dismisses her human disguise, takes a quick shower, and flops into bed, knowing that her dreams aren’t likely to be peaceful again.
St. Boethius NanLia (or anyone else that decides that Ginny needs more interesting snoozes.)

 

[Crono]

Chase nodded at Will's notion of wanting to keep everyone close to home, that was understandable. "That's why the alliance is a good thing. Now that Vitae is aware of the seals it doesn't strain the pack nearly as much, sharing the burden and all that right?" He shrugged his shoulders, "It's nice to finally have everyone on the same page." That'd been his goal and the goal he'd been working with the pack to complete. "I'm still a hunter, that hasn't changed. So helping lighten the load some while Vitae recovers is fine by me." Chase did cock his head in thought and had to rewind a bit and gave the man a sheepish smile, "Though you'll have to explain who this Mur is. You know, other than the fact that they work for the First Sin."​

Safton

 

[NanLia]

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Morgan wandered with Adelaide out to the front where the witches car was parked, she glanced at the passenger door - a moment of excitement passing as she thought for a second Addy might suggest that she drive - before her friend went back around the other side to get into the drivers side. With the door opened she could smell the very familiar scents she had come to associate with Adelaide and shrugged. "They're natural; it's perfumes and colognes that bother me really." She was about to sit in the car when she saw Mackenzie pull in and jump out of her car, obviously in a hurry.

"Is Thor gone?" Mackenzie asked Adelaide and swore when she got a nod of confirmation turning to jog towards the house without waiting for Addy to speak.

Ashley-May rolled her eyes as Elijah apologized again, even suggested that she might not know him. "I know you just fine, Eli." She commented, taking another cookie and repeating the process from before. "And I love you too: your choices don't change how I think about you or who I think you are. Hypnos made sure we knew each other's souls and there's no changing that. You chose to keep something from me and that annoyed me more than anything else; I don't like being the last to know-" She paused as Mac stepped into the room with a determined look. She was slightly confused as to where Will might be but didn't ask, just in case the pair were fighting ... again.

Mackenzie glanced between Elijah and Ash before speaking. "I need your phone." Ash frowned at her but she pressed. "I need to text Thor - Edgar, what ever. I can't talk to him. Heaven is getting it's ass handed to it; their agents are dying at the hands of the dragon, I don't have time to do this right now Ash." Much to Mackenzie's surprise and delight, Ash turned and handed her phone over, already opened to a contact for Edgar.

Mac took the phone and stepped away to text the god - as odd as it seemed.

This is Mackenzie. Heaven's Host are taking on Hypoleys and a Kitsune allie somewhere in Germany. They have been abducting members of the White Witches Council and killing them to harness their power for a location spell. They're looking for the Sword of Saint George the Dragon Slayer. If Hypoles gets this sword it will unlock the Seal, give him back his full strength and put Adam one step closer to being free. He needs to be stopped. Heaven is calling for help.
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Alator
Safton

 

[Alator]

Thor had left the crime scene and was walking along Bourbon Street to think while Viktor and Michael finished up at the crimescene when his phone buzzed, it was from Ash's phone but he quickly saw that it was Mackenzie that was the one behind it. Hypolyes had resurfaced in Germany, and Heaven was calling for aid. He stopped and closed his eyes, using his grace to tap into the by humans called "angel radio". It was true, and he now knew the location. Before the day's end, one of the two, Dragon or God, would be dead.

The Thundergod appeared back at the house in Vitae the next second where he saw Mackenzie, Ash and Elijah, explaining quickly "I got your text." before heading over to the chest he recovered from the Black Forest, and took the sword that was placed in it. He was about to leave when he suddenly stopped and sighed, before walking over to the three. He reluctantly moved his hand down to his belt where his hammer, Mjölnir, materialised. He gripped it's hilt and handed it to Elijah, his normally stoic face showing visible pain, he explained "I can not risk it falling into enemy hands should I fall, if that is the outcome it should be of help to you in the future. You will have difficulty finding a more powerful weapon, Will is strong enough to handle it effectively."

He turned around and took a few steps away from them. "Farewell, I will kill him or die in attempt.". The deity was gone the next second.

Safton NanLia

 

[Safton]

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William frowned at Chase's mention of Mur -- not at any bother of being asked... so much as the fact that the demon had that effect on him ever since their first and only meeting. Shaking the thought away, he took a deep breath before speaking up. "Murehuanon. He's a demon: high up on the totem pole. Not just any black-eyed soldier or even a Crossroads Dealer -- his are white, which I had never heard of before now. Mur is powerful on his own, but he's also been busy building an army -- demons, hellhounds, Borrower witches -- and now he's thrown his lot in with the First Sin."

Will sighed. "There's more. Mackenzie and Ashley-May have... history, with him." He hesitated before continuing, reluctant to spill Ash's secrets... but Chase needed to know everything, for his sake and the Pack's. "He was the one that possessed Ash years ago until Mac exorcised him. And apparently before I was born, he was the one that took my Grace to make sure I was born human... and not out of the goodness of his heart, either. My mother's soul is in Hell now thanks to him," Will finished, his tone a near growl. It took him a moment to realize that his fists were clenched at his sides as he took a deep breath, easing the tension in his muscles. He shot Chase an apologetic glance, cocking his head. "Sorry."

Crono

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Adelaide was left dumbfounded as Mackenzie rushed into the house without Will in tow -- yet Thor was the one she was asking about. "Just a second," she said to Morgan before following Mac inside to see her texting of all things. Whatever was going on must have been urgent indeed for her to overcome her hatred of all things electronic. Any question of who she was contacting evaporated as Thor arrived moments later, his expression grim but set.

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Elijah was speechless as Thor handed over hammer: Mjolnir. His most prized possession, one of the most legendary divine weapons in mythology. As Eli took the bludgeon into his grip, he was instantly struck by its sheer mass as it nearly dragged him to the ground before he managed to regain his balance. He could tell that the weight was the result of something beyond mere physics, the strain of merely holding the hammer was on his mind as much as his muscles. "I-- I'll keep it safe. Good luck," Eli finally managed to reply just as Thor once again disappeared into nothingness.

Adelaide stood in the doorway, eyes wide as she took a deep breath before nodding in acceptance. Even Thor seemed to acknowledge that there was a very real chance of him not returning. She turned on her heel without a word, returning to the car and Morgan.

NanLia


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Several Hours Earlier...
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The flutter of wings was all that announced the otherwise silent arrival of Gaveel's trusted lieutenant. The Angel of Peace turned to regard Micah, nodding tersely. "We have found him."

Micah raised an eyebrow. "The Alpha Dragon?"

Gaveel nodded stoically. "He remains in Europe... as bold as ever. We're not sure what his intentions are in his current locale, but left unchecked he could bring ruin to all. He cannot be allowed to retrieve the Sword of St. George. Our Prophet in Vitae has been alerted, but this fight is our own. The serpent would lay waste to those hunters."

Michah bowed his head. "Give the order, Commander."

Gaveel was silent for a moment before speaking up. "Take three among our garrison with you. Confront the Dragon and bring him down. He is resilient, but not invulnerable. This may be the only chance we have, Micah."

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Hypolyes sat on the stool, nursing a tumbler full of near-transparent fluid -- rum, perhaps -- resting on the bar in front of him. A few other late night patrons milled around the pub, drinking and murmuring amongst themselves or dancing slowly in the corner to the tune of a decades-old jazz track. The door of the establishment swung open as four newcomers arrived -- three men and a woman, all clearly from different walks of life given their apparel. Without a word to one another, they split up to occupy different corners of the pub, seeming to glide between the regulars of the establishment as their eyes scanned the crowd.

"Allow me to save you the trouble," Desmond said, not bothering to turn around in his stool. He hadn't raised his voice in the slightest and yet somehow it had taken on the unnatural ability to pervade over the ambient din of the tavern. If the other customers had heard it, they didn't seem to notice. The four angels shot confused looks to one another until Des finally spun around in his seat, eyes flashing reptilian yellow for the briefest of moments and eliminating any notion that the dragon had been addressing someone other than the Heavenly visitors.

"No need for the cloak and dagger routine," Hypolyes remarked almost lazily. "I did not spend so long in Purgatory that I've forgotten the scent of angel," he sneered. As if on cue, every sound in the bar stopped, like the needle on a record player being halted. The eyes of every tavern-goer suddenly turned to stare at whatever angel was nearest, their empty, silent gazes boring into them.

Micah sighed, stepping out into the center of the floor to make eye contact with Hypolyes, signaling for his cohorts to follow. Desmond smiled approvingly before snapping his fingers. The crowd evaporated -- skin and clothes seeming to blur out of existence as the illusion was dispelled. They were alone, now... in the lair of the dragon.

"Petty parlor tricks," one of the angels remarked gruffly, earning a sideways glare from Micah.

Desmond merely chuckled. "Perhaps. Not one of mine. My new friend, however, has quite the talent for them. Inari trained her well." He sighed, clapping his hands together once as he stood up from the stool. "So, to what do I owe this dubious pleasure?"

Micah stepped forward, his bodyguards flanking him on either side. "Submit yourself unto us, Son of Eve. You will face Heaven's judgement... or we will smite you where you stand."

Hypolyes arched an eyebrow. "Will you now? Bold talk, cherub. Greater angels than you have tried -- many times -- and yet here I stand." His mouth curved into a wolfish grin. "You do what you must, my feathered friends. I plan to finish my drink." Desmond turned dismissively away, fetching his glass tumbler and tossing back the last of the drink within.

The angel to Micah's left snarled, an angel blade sliding down from his sleeve into his hand as he strode forward with one of his comrades close behind. In the fractions of a second that followed, Micah sensed a familiar scent in the air and suddenly remembered the strange drink the dragon had been partaking in. His eyes widened. He reached out to try and hold back his compatriots, "No, wait--" Desmond whirled back around to face the two approaching angels, his chest glowing red from under the skin and shining clearly through his white dress shirt. The glow traveled up into his neck...

The dragon breathed. Micah dove for cover.

A torrent of blue-white flame shot out from his maw... the holy oil he had ingested was poor in taste but a potent fuel for his breath. The jet of heat & light engulfed the two angels who raised their hands in a futile defense at the last moment before their vessels were scorched by the unnatural flame, their Grace winking out with a vaguely humanoid scream and flash of light. The flame petered out as quickly as it had come, revealing nothing more than two black marks on the ground where the angels had once stood.

Desmond turned and grinned at Micah and his remaining soldier, the two of them having scrambled across the hardwood floor to safety from the flame. As they stood up, the latter's look of shock gave way to one of determination as she raised her hand, palm-up toward the dragon, summoning forth her Grace to smite the beast. When no light came forth, the angel suddenly opened her eyes and stared at her hand in disbelief, as if it was a broken tool.

Hypolyes chuckled harshly. "I am not some bottom-feeding demon you can banish with a flash of light and wishful thinking." He unbuttoned his overcoat, swinging it aside to reveal the sword sheathed at his side, which he drew calmly. "I am Eve's Firstborn... and Adam's Chosen."

Without a word, Micah and the remaining angel drew their blades and dashed forward, striking out with a speed no human could ever hope to match... and yet the Alpha parried their thrusts with ease. Preternatural reflexes and millennia of experience showed through his movements as he batted away the shorter angel blades before countering. A sideways cut glanced across Micah's cheek, sending him reeling back as his vessel's face bled profusely. His comrade attempted to attack while the dragon was distracted; Hypolyes sidestepped the thrust, extending Legion's Loss to impale her through the midsection. Barely a gasp escaped before her vessel exploded outwardly with white light.

Desmond removed his sword from the corpse, turning to face Micah with an expectant smile. The angel raised one hand to the cut on his face -- it came away bloody as he sighed in resignation, clutching his angel blade tighter before diving into the fray once again. He moved forward with an all-too-obvious overhand stab... only to use what energy he could muster to appear behind the Alpha in a flutter of wings in order to strike at his back. As the blade darted forward, Hypolyes pirouetted with a counter-cut.

The hand of Micah's vessel, still clutching the angel blade, dropped to the ground with a thud. The angel stared wide-eyed at the bloody stump where it had been before falling to his knees, futilely attempting to stem the flow of mortal blood and angelic Grace from the wound with his remaining hand. Desmond loomed overhead, looking down at him with a grin of triumph, raising the sword...

The tavern suddenly was alight with a flash -- not angelic or draconic in nature. It took both immortals a moment to realize what it had been as they stared toward the window, only for the tavern to suddenly reverberate with the crack of thunder. Another bolt followed soon after, but not a raindrop in sight. The door to the tavern swung open with such force that its hinges creaked in futile protest as a jet of wind sliced through the previously calm night. Another flash of lightning silhouetted a human figure standing in the threshold, sword in hand.

Desmond's jaw clenched as he stared at the newcomer, faint albeit genuine surprise in his eyes. He turned toward the entrance, delivering a pommel strike to the crippled angel almost as an afterthought, sending Micah sprawling backward onto the floor of the bar. When Hypolyes spoke, his voice was little more than a growl. "Odinson."

Alator ​

 

[Alator]

Spoiler: Ambiance

As Thor stepped in he was illuminated by yet another thunderbolt, casting his shadow menacingly over the tavern's main room. Before he came in he had drunk one of the two bottles that Abiageal had given to him of the nectar from Iðunn's apples. It hadn't restored him to his full power but it had given him a well-needed boost. He looked around the room, what would have been a pleasant older german tavern with a small dance floor and stage for folk music looked like a small battlefield. He saw three dead angels and Micah, who at the very least was incapacitated. His gaze then met the dragon's, who was standing with a sword in hand in the center of the room. Thor guessed it to be Legion's Loss, an ancient sword with an evil reputation known to be in the possession of the Alpha.

The Thundergod slowly walked down to Hypolyes, for the area by the walls, including the door, was slightly elevated. "You've been busy lately Hypolyes." The deity paused briefly before saying with a wolfish smile "I was waiting for you to resurface, now let us see if you have more in you besides killing a few angels.". Thor didn't wait for a reply, like it was an extension of his arm, his sword flew forward with lightning speed towards Hypolyes, who jerked back to avoid it. The deity followed him in pursuit, a series of furious and blindingly fast attacks thrown by an ancient being who had perfected his technique over thousands of years drove the dragon back and out on the dance floor. There Hypolyes stopped retreating and stood his ground, trading blows with the god with such speed that human eyes wouldn't have been able to keep up, but then again, none of the two combatants were human.

Hypolyes feinted a thrust and pulled the sword back over his head, bringing it down from the right in an attempt to cut Thor's throat, but the deity saw it coming and parried it as he spun aside. As he came around to face the dragon again in his spin he attacked with a looping slash aimed at the dragon's belly, causing Hypolyes to pull back, almost sliding across the dance floor. Thor thought it was a fitting location, the two of them were in a very intricate and fast-paced dance, where one mistake would almost certainly lead to death. He walked forward towards the Alpha once again, gripping his sword with both hands the deity attacked from the left and right, swinging and thrusting with a dazzling speed to drive the Dragon back towards one of the pillars that surrounded the dance floor. Hypolyes was so skilled that if he continued like they had it could go either way, Thor decided it was time to mix things up to attempt to get an advantage. One thing that set Thor apart from many masters of the sword was that rather than just having mastered the sword and relying solely upon it, Thor used his entire body as a weapon in combat, and he was even more proficient at this than with just a sword.

Quickly letting go of the sword with his right hand, Thor spun around and swung the sword towards Hypolyes who raised his sword to block it, yet unlike he had done before, Thor didn't pull back his sword, instead he used it to keep Hypolyes' sword in place as he threw a devastating overhand right that travelled in the same path his sword has done. The punch connected, and sent the dragon stumbling back into the pillar. Thor thrust at the dragon with his sword, hoping to impale him, yet dazed as he was, the dragon managed to parry it. As his blade slid harmlessly past the dragon, Thor opted to keep going and drove it forward while adjusting it's course slightly, using it's crossguard to one again trap and pin Hypolyes' sword. With his forward momentum Thor delivered a brutal knee to Hypolyes' midsection, using his free right hand he then proceeded to grab the dragon's head and slamit into the pillar, the force knocking a few chips of the bricks off it. Not wanting to be caught in a clinch battle with a physically stronger opponent, Thor pulled back and raised his sword. Many monsters would have remained rather dazed after having endured what his foe just did, but Hypolyes was far from an ordinary monster and seemed to have recovered already. Raising his sword to try to bury it in Hypolyes' neck, Thor saw his foe was anticipating it and was preparing to counter, so instead of slashing he feinted, and with Hypolyes having raised his sword to defend a cut from above, Thor spun around and delivered a brutal spinning side kick that struck the Alpha right in the midsection.

While Hypolyes couldn't be killed by any number of kicks, the force did have Thor's desired effect, it sent the dragon flying back across the room, crashing through several tables and chairs, reducing them to splinters and firewood. Like a wolf closing in on a wounded deer, Thor walked forward towards Hypolyes, but the Alpha was quick to his feet. Hypolyes threw away the remnant of a table that it shattered against a wall to a loud crashing sound as he got out from underneath the rubble he had to a small extent been buried under before pushing himself up. As Hypolyes advanced to meet him, Thor stopped and stood his ground, lowering his sword and grabbing it with both hands, hoping that Hypolyes would advance on him. He did. Maybe it was anger at just having been sent flying across the room, maybe it was confidence in his abilities, maybe it was both, but Hypolyes dashed forward right at Thor so fast that he would have looked like a blur to human eyes, bringing his sword down on Thor in an attempt to bury it in his skull. Thor made the read in the fraction of a second, determining where it would come down, as a response he brought his own sword up from below, swinging it in a wide arc and causing it to meet and collide with Hypolyes' blade, knocking it off it's course. In one fluid movement he then brought it down in the same path while advancing on his foe. The Alpha tried to pull back, and almost managed, but Thor's blade managed to connect and opened a cut from his temple down to his chin. The dragon leapt back out of reach before Thor could follow up his attack. That didn't mean however that he was out of Thor's reach altogether, the Thundergod raised his hand and aimed it towards his enemy, intent on showing him just why he had that title. From his hand shot a brilliant thunderbolt, sending ripples of heat and a shockwave that shattered glass through the air as it connected with the dragon to a deafening sound. The force sent Hypolyes flying through the air once more, this time causing him to slam into a wall. While it wouldn't have doen much to harm him, it would have hurt, a small trail of smoke left by the bolt could be seen coming from the dragon as he struggled to his feet.

Thor now noted with interest area around the cut glowed with a light that seemed to come from within the dragon, and the shadow of scales could be seen close to it. From what he remembered Nidhöggr's patterns had been different, he assumed the pattern of the scales were something unique to each dragon, much like fingerprints for humans. While the cut hardly would affect Hypolyes' ability to fight, it did seem to shock him somewhat. He now knew that the blade wasn't merely some magical one, it was a sword made specifically to kill dragons. Thor smiled at his foe and held up his sword as if to admire it "The dwarves of my home really outdid themselves with this one." he said before resuming "I made it using the blood of your kin, Nidhöggr, you remember him don't you? I figured I might as well seize the opportunity when I had it, dragon's blood is so incredibly rare."

Safton NanLia

 

[Crono]

Chase listened carefully to Will's description of this Mur character. White eyed demon? Hell, he didn't know that was possible. With an army at his back it was clear he was a problem, especially since he'd sided with the First Sin. He hadn't really needed another reason not to like the guy but Will gave it to him anyhow, speaking about both his and Ashley's past with the demon. Chase's jaw set in mild frustration, but he was caught off guard by Will's sudden bout of anger.​

Chase shook his head in understanding, "Don't worry about it. We all have our demons, yours just happens to be an actual demon. My own is more on the furrier side." He snorted lightly, the wolf didn't really mean to leave the man high and dry on details considering Will had just explained more than necessary about his own past, opening up a bit in that regard. But Chase didn't enjoy bringing up his birth father in conversation, especially one within the range of many heightened hearing Wolves. So he quickly moved on, "How sure are you that he only had one inside guy? If you need a nose or two to go sniffing through the colony...." He nodded towards the majority of the camp, "...we might have a few." He commented humorously with a small smirk. This was assuming it hadn't been a human who'd been Mur's inside man. Though admittedly with the amount of Vampire's still within the colony's walls it made it difficult to really get a good trail to follow. They more or less stunk up the place.​

Safton

 

[St. Boethius]

Hypnos did decide to take hold of Ginny’s dream, however his hold was weak and the youthful god was looking worse for ware. He looked thin, malnourished and as if he hadn’t slept in weeks. The scenery was of Hypnos’ home beside the river Lethe. The god himself was tucked into his bed and beckoned for Ginny to come. “ I can’t last much longer. Soon Adam will wake and I can’t stop him. Whatever you’re doing. Please, hurry.”
Eliasdagood

 

[Eliasdagood]

Ginny goes to stand next to him, looking very worried. “I’ll tell them.” She murmurs, taking a deep breath to calm herself. Her prayers can only help so much, she knows that. She needs to tell the others what’s happening, so they can try to figure something out before Hypnos is killed by the strain he’s under. Still, she has to ask. “Is there anything else I can do to help you hold on?” She asks, wanting to see if she can lend him any more strength to improve his chances of surviving.
St. Boethius

 

[St. Boethius]

Hypnos gave a weak and tired smile. “ Don’t fret too much sweet child of Eve. So long as existence needs rest and respite I will be here... in some form or another. Your prayers are the only reason I can bring you here now. I can’t ask anymore of you. In a few days I will fall comatose and then Adam’s rise will begin in earnest. It will likely be a few hundred years before I wake again, but I’m just glad to have had a follower as dedicated as you.” With that Hypnos’s hold fades and the dream collapses.
Eliasdagood

Solomon had been hard at work tracking down his family’s ancient artifacts and apparently one of the seals holding the First Sin at bay. His search had been fruitless so far. It was as if the London chapter had sent him on a wild goose chase. In actuality there had just been little bread crums that sent him from Israel right back into America and more specifically the Appalachian mountains. Apparently it was hidden somewhere in the mountains and then lost when a traitor to the family fled to America to escape retribution.
NanLia

 

[NanLia]

Akemi despised not being at Hypolyes side during this event. They had become aware of their high powered tails days before and knew it would be sooner rather than later before the winged army would descend upon them. They debated, then fought and finally compromised on their current position: Desmond would bait the feathered freaks into a trap to annihilate them and, hopefully, prevent them from attempting another strike again and she would wait, sulking, a few blocks away hidden within a café in plain sight.

Hours before the dragon had delivered her to the site, nerves of steel but she had come to know him well during their time together; he was uncertain of the outcome. Of course they had prepared for any outcome, positive or negative, she would continue to search for the Sword and devote her time to breaking the rest of Adam's seals. The First Sin had made his promises to her and she had no intent of failing her end of the bargain.

She sipped at her tea looking no different than any other of the human 'hipsters', as they were called, dwelling in the shoppe. Seated at a table she peered down at a laptop but didn't watch the screen. Instead her sight was elsewhere, a charm laid on a lapel pin on Desmonds coat gave her sight -as jarring and distorted as it was - into the bar. She was disappointed it lacked audio, but her talent was growing with each witch they sacrificed and soon enough she would be strong enough to be present for such a fight.

A faint smirk crossed her lips as the angels fell before Desmond, as she had expected. She was very near to declaring victory when a blinding light made her wince and hiss. To her horror a god had arrived to join the fray. She tensed, unable to do anything more but to wait and watch as Desmond and the god confronted one another.

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Mackenzie felt no relief knowing that Thor had gone to face Hypoles. Heaven had impressed upon her just how dangerous the dragon was, even for a god; his strength was something she and even Heaven, had ever seen before. She nodded to Ash and Eli once the god departed, leaving them to what they had been doing and truly not wanting to talk. She still felt the message, the warning and the call for help rattling through her. She headed down the hall of the large bungalow house to the room she and Will had taken over.

Inside with the door closed she kicked off her boots and crawled across the bed, laying down with a sigh and the hope for rest.

It was too much to ask for - no sooner had she closed her eyes was she transported somewhere else. Not her body, but her soul and her mind. She had experienced this before, when she lay dying and Heaven had taken her soul to their prison to hold and negotiate with will. You will bare witness, Prophet. Gaveel's voice entered her mind as she was suddenly watching Thor face off with the Dragon.

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Ashley-May watched Mackenzie leave before glancing at Elijah still holding Thor's hammer. "Always a bridesmaid never a bride?" She smirked, collecting the remaining cookies and her tea cup and wandering out of the kitchen to the living room. She had no want to go to bed, Liam was wide awake and making himself known. Ash stepped into the living room and slid down onto the couch, balancing the stack of cookies on her ever so slight 'bump' before taking a long drink of her tea. She watched Eli shuffle in behind her, still carrying the gifted weapon. "So Will gets a new toy then? Jealous?"

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Morgan waited outside, leaning against Addy's car after the witch had ran back into the house after Mackenzie. A minute or so later she returned and Morgan cocked an eyebrow. "Everything alright?"
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William smiled at Chase's remark about personal "demons" -- the wolf certainly knew how to lighten the mood. Will wasn't sure what he had meant by having a furry one of his own, unless he was referring to the inevitable pains that came with being a werewolf raised among humans. There was no time to linger on the subject regardless as Chase moved on, offering the Pack's services to quite literally sniff out any remaining spies or saboteurs within Vitae.

"Thanks, but I don't think that'll be necessary," he said. "Addy has done her best to make sure there aren't any other witches operating in the Colony and the wards should keep out any demons... that aren't invited, anyway," he added with a slightly dry tone, remembering Elijah's admission about having summoned Vahncry the night of the attack. "And if we do end up needing someone of 'lupine persuasion'..." Will smirked at his own admittedly awful joke, "...Morgan seems to be settling in well. She and Addy are pretty close these days and they make a pretty good team," he said with a shrug.

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Elijah rolled his eyes at Ashley-May's initial comment, reaching for a cookie only to have the entire tray snatched away and carried into the living room by the pregnant woman. Chastened, he followed her, Mjolnir hanging weightily in his hand. He watched bemusedly as Ash unabashedly took a seat with her impromptu dessert before asking about the hammer. Eli hefted the hammer up slightly, inspecting the runed surface wistfully.

The corner of his lip quirked up. "Maybe a little," he admitted quietly before grinning.

Adelaide bit her lip before shaking her head slowly. "It was Thor. He's gone to fight the dragon. Hypolyes. The angels found him. It didn't sound good, Morgan," she murmured. After a moment, she sighed, running a hand through her hair to regain her composure. "We should go before your uncle starts to worry," she said with a smile before once again rounding the Civic to climb into the driver's seat, firing the old hatchback up.

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Desmond hadn't been surprised when the god didn't bother with pleasantries, instead diving into the fray as every bit as eagerly as the mythic figure in the sagas had. What did surprise was the weapon Thor was wielding. Hypolyes had expected him to brandish Mjolnir as he had in his clash with Adam in the Abyss -- one the First Alpha had heard all about from his surrogate father -- but instead the Thundergod wielded a sword. The blade made him no less dangerous; the runes enscribed along the blade's spine were proof enough of that. If any further confirmation was needed, Hypolyes received that in the form of the deep gash along the side of his face. He knew the moment the blade made contact with his mortal flesh and the decidedly immortal scales beneath -- parting both with ease -- that the sword was no mere enchanted artifact. It was blood-forged... crafted from the life essence of his kin. In that moment, the realization brought about something far worse than the pain of the wound or anger at the god's transgression against his kind: it brought the smallest inkling of fear.

Hypolyes drew his hand away from his face, his lip curling at the sight of his own blood: something he hadn't seen in millennia. "I warned my little brother that he was treading upon thin ice," Desmond muttered. "Raiding coastal villages, ransacking ships, stealing treasure... I knew your father would not stand for it. I was not surprised when I heard you intervened. Nidhoggr was a fool, but he was also my kin." Desmond's jaw tightened as he fixed the deity with a cold stare, his voice silky smooth despite the fresh wound that refused to knit itself shut. "I was willing to leave the matter be then, but now you stand in the path of destiny, Odinson."

Desmond readied his sword, lowering it into a well-practiced Nebenhut, with the hilt alongside his hip and the tip of the sword pointed toward the ground behind him. The two immortals moved in sync towards one another, Thor striking first -- but Desmond had learned from his injury. This was no angel, aggression alone would not win the day. As Thor's thrust came in, Hypolyes whipped his own sword up and outward in a thwarting parry, knocking it off-line ever so slightly as the blades bound with one another in a ringing clang. The dragon followed through, applying pressure to the bind and driving Legion's Loss forward, past Thor's guard and toward the god's chest.

Thor caught onto the attempted counter and lifted his own sword upward, tipping the Alpha's counter-thrust upward just far enough to cause it to dig into the meat of his shoulder rather than his heart. Hypolyes twisted the blade cruelly before jerking it free with a plop, the tip now stained red. The god didn't allow the pain to faze him, batting away an incoming one-handed cut from Desmond that sought to finish him off with such force that the dragon's blade veered to the side, gouging a furrow from the wooden dance floor. Thor moved forward to capitalize, only to be met halfway with a torrent of flame from the dragon's maw. The god deftly sidestepped the scorching heat of the flame, only to be set upon by the Alpha as soon as it petered out. Having reclaimed his sword from the floorboard, Desmond brought the blade down in an overhead arc, Thor catching it mid-strike as the blades once again bound up, both men struggling for purchase to free their weapon and finish the fight.

Hypolyes shoved his opponent backward with all the might he could muster -- not a viable tactic had Thor been at full power, but workable enough against his current form. As the god stumbled back against a wooden pillar, Desmond followed up with a play from his opponent's book. His free left hand lashed out -- not in the form of a fist, but an open claw. The previously human-like fingers had lengthened into talons sharper than any steel... and glowing red hot. He had hoped to gouge out Thor's throat, but a quick defensive adjustment from the Thundergod meant they instead whipped across his face and collarbone. No blood was drawn, each wound forcibly cauterized as soon as it was opened by the immense heat of the dragon's claw. Before Hypolyes could follow through, a brutal upward knee strike from the god sent Desmond reeling backward, giving Thor the opening he needed to slip free from where had been pinned against the column and he sent the dragon backpedaling with a swipe of his sword that narrowly missed the lapel of his coat.

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While the burns hurt, they were nowhere near painful enough to stop Thor, so the deity pressed on. He held his sword in his left hand and placed his left foot first as he prepared to return the favor, attacking with the sword and forcing Hypolyes to block it, Thor spun around whilst moving forward, striking Hypolyes' temple with his right elbow. He immediately backed away slightly to create space and attempted to slice the dragon's throat open, but Hypolyes saw it coming and ducked under, delivering a small cut to Thor's calf as he stepped aside. Thor once more forced the dragon back with a flurry of attacks from every direction, his enemy parrying and blocking them with a grim expression on his face. Thor finished the series with a front kick to Hypolyes' stomach just as he was about to counterattack, knocking the dragon back into a wall.

The deity darted forward, intent on burying his sword in Hypolyes' heart, but the dragon managed to deflect it at the last second and it glanced off his ribs instead, cutting through cloth and flesh alike before burying itself in the wall. Thor knew he had to act fast, using both hands he struck down at Hypolyes' sword, knocking it out of his hand so that it fell on the floor. Clearly eager to pick it up, the dragon sought to drive him back. Hypolyes' right hand was glowing with heat once more, and it raked him across his chest as Thor quickly pulled back, Hypolyes pursued and attempted to slice him open. The dragon lacked some of the finesse he had with a sword when it came to hand-to-hand combat however, and Thor ducked aside to the left and Hypolyes narrowly missed his face with his claws, and struck the dragon with an overhand right in the same movement. Still in somewhat of a crouched position to the left of the dragon, Thor loaded up from his legs and struck his enemy with a vicious hook to the body. Hypolyes swung again, this time forcing Thor to use his elbow to block, leaving burned cuts on it. At Thor's command, his own hand suddenly became encased in supernatural frost, and he grabbed Hypolyes' glowing hand. There was a violent hissing sound as Thor temporarily managed to cool the immensely hot hand using magic. Knowing he didn't have much time before it was restored, Thor aimed to take full advantage, he pushed the dragon back against the wall and delivered a brutal right hook and elbow strike, all the while holding him in place with his left arm.

Before the dragon could completely recover, Thor grabbed Hypolyes' right arm, and used his hip for leverage as he threw his foe over his shoulders. As the dragon slammed into the floor the deity yanked loose the the sword from the wall and turned around to deliver the killing blow. But the dragon was too fast. Before Thor could react, Hypolyes kicked his legs out from under him. Thor wasn't prepared, and when he landed the sword fell from his grasp and slid away across the floor beyond his reach. Hypolyes in one fluid movement grabbed his sword and threw himself at Thor. The deity managed to grab the blade as it came in, but the dragon's sword was so sharp that it slowly slid through his fingers as Thor tried to keep it away from his chest, his fingers coating more and more of the blade in blood as it got closer. When it pierced his chest and Hypolyes stopped right before his heart, Thor knew it was over.

Thor chuckled painfully, and with a strained voice he said "I told a few friends of mine that it was always my destiny to die at the hands of a serpent... I guess I was right." Knowing that he would now die, Thor looked Hypolyes in the eyes and said forebodingly in latin, a language he knew Hypolyes spoke "mors vincit omnia... memento mori."

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Abiageal, having taken the time she was given back at her tent to attempt to rest, yet finding no easy-coming peace of mind while she sat around watching over her little abode unable to shake the feeling of something having gone awry. She hadn't heard from or felt Thor's aura in a few hours and despite she as mortal knew that the Gods had more important business other than answering her calls. So, she decided to wait, keeping her faith in the titanic power Thor possessed to be enough to protect him from whatever trial and tribulation he may or may not have been facing at that very moment, instead. She walked over to her altar and communed her daily sacrifice to her main patrons as she had done in the bogs of Ireland back when she was nothing more than a novice... A process she has carried out for many of generations and to this day. A glob of Honey and a splash of Milk for the Lady, Freyja; a horn-mug of mead for the Skald-king, Bragi; and a cooked slice of goat that had been soaked in the juices of the apples of Iðunn which left her with only two vials of the golden nectar remaining; and finally, a prayer for each.

Once her ritual concluded, she decided it best to begin to wonder about the premises of her home. Since she had taken up an empty lot within the small community and magickally isolating herself for quite some time unless she was called upon, of course. But it seemed no one really needed the help of a witch as of recent. Though, hopefully, that would change. After all, her latest run-in with the Men of Letter's didn't exactly involve rainbows or sunshine. As she stepped out of her tent, she locked it with runes as powerful as she could summon and did the same as she actually stepped out of and off the lot before beginning to wonder about the streets of Vitia quietly looking for something to distract her from her busy mind.​

 

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Ginny closes her eyes, taking a deep breath. At least he isn’t dying. But with that language… she doesn’t think she’ll see him again in her lifetime. “Thank you for everything, Hypnos.” She whispers, before the dream disperses, and she’s surrounded by her family once again.

She sighs, taking time to think. She’ll keep praying to him, even after he falls. Maybe it will give him the strength he needs to wake early. Or maybe she’s kidding herself about how much strength she can really lend him.
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Tara is sitting outside, reading through a journal she got from the library. Some of the older vampires suggested that since she knows little about other children of eve, now would be a good time to catch up on that. She looks up, catching scents of things she can’t identify at the moment. Certainly not an unpleasant smell.

The young vampire waves, deciding to make another attempt at socializing, and gets up, walking toward the strange woman. “Hey, how’s it going?” She asks.
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"As long as you're sure." Chase said while nodding. Though honestly if what Will said about Mur and his army was correct, he had more than just Demons that he could try and imbed into Vitae. The Werewolf grinned alongside Will's smirk when Morgan was brought up, "Yup, she's leaving the nest and probably getting into trouble." He meant that in more ways than one, to which he chuckled lightly. "And her Uncle has no idea what to do with himself about it. Don't let that calm demeanor fool you, he's both proud and panicking deep down."

"She's more fox than wolf sometimes I swear. Using me as a buffer between her and Emile when she's doing he might not agree with." Chase shrugged smugly, more amused about it than anything. It was however good to hear that she was settling well with the group in Vitae, he wouldn't pretend he didn't feel anxious sometimes at the thought of her being there alone. Both still fresh to most human customs and such, and going solo without other wolves. But he chalked the anxiousness up to existing because of what had happened to Joe, and tried to ignore it.​

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Abiageal, while walking down the main street of the Colony was quickly greeted by a very pale skinned individual. And almost like a smack to the face, her nostrils were assaulted by the powerful smell of death that the vampiric female's aura gave off.

Silently, at first, a forced smile crept across her face as she looked up to the undead individual, a flash of magickal energy flickered across her eyes to let the undead girl what she was before having actually speaking herself, "Not so great, but then my problems are my own... What about you?" she was no stranger to a conversation after all.

 

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Tara looks down at her book, before closing it carefully, marking her page. “Trying to get some studying done.” She says simply. “I haven’t been involved in…” She waves a hand around vaguely at the colony. “Any of this very long, so I’m trying to play catch up.” She offers a hand, smiling. “I’m Tara.”

The casual way she behaves definitely matches what she said about being a young vampire. She probably doesn’t even understand Abigail’s signal.
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William chuckled at Chase's candid description of Morgan. While he didn't want to cause any dissension concerning Emile and his niece, he knew that Morgan's choices were ultimately her own. If she was even half as wilful and cunning as Chase made out, there was no keeping the young wolf out of anything. In any case, it was good to hear the contentment in Chase's tone, the way he spoke openly about the Pack like the friends they were. Will was genuinely relieved to see that he was assimilating so well, especially after--

Joe.

The feelings of guilt and regret -- buried for some time -- welled up again at the thought of Chase's father... and Will's failure to keep him safe. But the thought posed another question for him all the same, one that Will was speaking aloud before he had a chance to consider it. "What happened to Thomas?"

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Desmond's eyes never left those of Thor as he held the sword in place, just short of the deity's heart. He nodded slowly at the phrases the god uttered before murmuring under his breath, "Mors omnibus." He pushed the blade forward. "Return to the halls of your father, Odinson." As Legion's Loss finally struck home, there was a crack of thunder that put the ones before to shame. Hypolyes felt the life essence of the god expelled from the mortal vessel with one faint flash of blue behind his eyes before the body was allowed to slump to the ground.

All hell broke loose.

The city street outside seemed to cease to exist as powerful winds buffeted the walls of the pub, windows rattling as the entire building creaked alarmingly. Desmond ignored it for the moment, giving one final nod of respect to the fallen Thundergod before turning his attention toward Micah. The angel was attempting to crawl across the wooden floor to retrieve one of his comrades' fallen angel blades. As his fingers brushed against the cool metal, Desmond stepped forward and snatched the weapon from the floor into his own hands. The angel closed his eyes, slumping in defeat as the dragon loomed over him, sheathing his bastard sword and instead brandishing the angel blade.

Hypolyes reached down, grabbing Micah around the throat and throwing him forcefully against a nearby wall. Micah grunted as the plaster gave way slightly, the angel striking the ground before sitting up with his back against the surface. The dragon knelt in front of him, the claws of his free hand easily rending the shirt of his mortal vessel and tossing it aside as he brought the angel blade forward, placing the tip firmly against the angel's chest.

"Worry not, my friend," Desmond said quietly. "I don't plan to send you to the Empty that awaits all your kind just yet. You are to be my messenger." He cocked his head, giving Micah a look of faux sympathy. "That does not mean the experience won't be... painful, however." Without warning, he began carving into Micah's chest with the angel blade -- just deep enough to pierce the skin. The angel squirmed and grimaced with pain as Hypolyes painstakingly drew out the sigil in his vessel's blood and marred flesh. As he did so, the dragon spoke calmly. "You will crawl back to Gaveel and tell your mistress what you witnessed here. Tell her that like Thor, your God is dead... and a new father rises in His place. One that will remake all of Creation in his own image."

As Hypolyes spoke, Micah glanced around the bar, his eyes halting as he spotted Thor's fallen sword. Desmond feared that weapon. Maybe...

The sigil finished, Desmond grasped Micah's remaining palm and nicked it, holding it over the center of the macabre glyph. Micah acted, summoning what Grace he had left to headbutt Hypolyes viciously. The dragon reeled back -- more inconvenienced and annoyed than pained -- but it was enough. Micah reached out with his telekinesis, mentally grasping hold of the runed sword and pulling it across the room toward him. Hypolyes saw the weapon approaching and once again forced the angel's bloodied palm back toward his chest just as the sword arrived, tucking itself in the crook of Micah's arm as a bright flash of light erupted... and Micah was gone, along with the sword.

Desmond stood with a low growl rumbling in his chest; he had planned to destroy Thor's blade without hesitation. So the angels had one more piece on the board to use against him. It wouldn't save them. He turned on his heel, straightening his ruffled coat and tie before marching out of the door and into the terrible storm beyond. He had a kitsune to collect.

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Ashley-May was bemused by Elijah's reaction to her comments, she patted the couch near her and as the man came to sit with her - setting the hammer on the coffee table - she streched her legs over his lap. "He has given you that sword," She commented, holding out a cookie to the Brit: a condolence for losing the hammer. "The one made by dwarves? I know how much you like your blades. You must be excited about that?"

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Morgan felt a slight sickening feeling in the pit of her stomach as Adelaide informed her that Thor had gone to face off with the Dragon. At the very least he hadn't been going alone but it nonetheless terrified her. The Packs history and teachings had left plenty of warnings along with the Prophecy, many of which were unclear and could stand up in any situation but what was written and passed down through generations about Hypolyes was the stuff of nightmares. She nodded slowly, "Here's hoping he's successful."

Akemi had watched the battle with anxiety as Hypolyes got as good as he gave. She could tell both god and Alpha were drawing to a close from the dizzying view but she couldn't turn away. Her fate, and the fate of those kitsune turning from Inari to follow her instead rest in this battle. If Desmond perished she would be devastated but it would not end her quest in releasing Adam and taking her rightful place among his lieutenants in their new world plans. She would do it in the name of the Alpha, the only one she'd know to care for her being.

At some point she had risen, hands clutched tightly against her chest as she watch the final scenes play out. She was aware that the humans around her were question her well-being but she was far too drawn into her visions to care if she was odd and out of place. Her eyes widened and her lips parted in a canine grin as she watched the edge of Desmonds blade pierce the gods chest and landing home, the light flickering from Thor's eyes. She howled in delight, sending humans scattering away from her in fear as she allowed her Glamour to fade and her true-self to be seen.


Glowing golden eyes turned over the humans within the cafe, all watching her. She smiled slyly and demurely winked. "Fear not, pets." She purred. "Your True Father will rise soon enough and set you on the right path."



Outside the window wind howled, buffeting the windows and blowing open the doors to the cafe. Wind blew through the warm business cooling it immensely, blowing out the fire in the hearth and tossing papers and napkins about. From the open doors strode in Desmond, still wielding his sword. "My love, " She called, striding towards him, opened armed. "Now the war starts in earnest."

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Mackenzie watched in horror as Desmond slayed Thor. She had never once thought that the god of thunder could be destroyed, let alone by an Alpha. Despite everything she had seen and heard she couldn't believe what had happened. She needed move, needed to get to the god side to see if there was anything to be done but before she had a chance Gaveel was there, impeding her vision and speaking through her mind. We must go before his Kitsune Witch discovers us.

Within a flash they were gone, back within the house though Mac was well aware her physical body still lay at rest, they stood in the master bedroom of the home as Gaveel continued. Hypolyes is our largest threat next to the First Sin; if we do not collect the Sword of Saint George first he will reign terror and destruction down on the Earth.

They are attempting to empower his witch by consuming the souls of powerful White Witches and using their blood through rituals. The fool-hearty Da Ji has already confronted and failed to take down her younger sibling, only adding to the witches power. Inari hasn't been seen in weeks; we believe he has retreated to his world and that is the best for all of us; we do not need Desmond to turn over his soul to his witch.

We have kept your colony hidden: you cannot be tracked here by their forces, though Adam had been able to slip through the cracks he does not know where you currently stand. If he did he would have annihilated you all already. I will leave you with two of my Guard, they will assist you in any way that they can in collecting the Seals but know this: we are limited in resources and they will not sacrifice themselves to save any of your comrades.

Prepare, Prophet. Tomorrow you must organize your people and start your war against the First Sin.

Manitou awoke within his Bone Shaman's body for the first time in what felt like an eon. Perhaps it had been that long. He didn't know, god of Spirit had been upon this planet before the humans, before the angels, at it's earliest of creation - as far as he could recall. Once the planet served to fuel him, anything that grew, lived and breathed had given his sustenance to live and feel power. God soon arrived, creating beings on a whim that didn't serve Mantiou in any fashion; they were far and few between but while annoying, didn't effect him and thus they were ignored.

The God created man and everything changes. Beings that cared for no god but their own and the more they spread the less plants and wildlife there was to sustain him. He knew it had been near three thousand years since he had lost his corporeal form to the weakness, having to resort to possession to speak to his followers. He had sought out Aldhiyb the Alpha Werewolf and made a deal. He would protect those within his pack, his ancestors from the powers of others created by Eve with the promise his children would pray to him and keep him alive.

This had gone on for centuries until the wolves found themselves hunted and destroyed in every corner of the world save for the Americas. With only a few hundred left Manitou found his life slowly ebbing away; only enough to continue his promise and protect his wolves.

With the death of Thor he knew the end, for himself, was not far away. He wished to live his final hours among his Pack during their celebrations to come.
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