Fandom Supernatural RP - Accepting Applications

[Safton]

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William smiled at Mackenzie's question, reaching under the table with free hand to place it on her ankle, his fingers tracing gentle lines across her shin. "No, that was all me, for better or worse," he said sheepishly.

He was surprised by Mac's sudden change in demeanor as she grabbed the bag, removing a small pair of shoes fit for an infant. He didn't have the slightest chance to stop the broad smile that came to his face, the warm buzz in his chest at the sight of the shoes... and the sentiment behind them. Will knew Mac would be the first to admit she had a few rough edges, but it was moments like this when he was reminded that she had her own "soft side"... even if she didn't always put it on display. "They're perfect, Mac," he said quietly. "That baby is going to be lucky to have you as an aunt."

Noting the coloration, he looked back up at her raised brows. "You're hoping for a girl, then? I wonder if Ash would agree," he teased.

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[NanLia]

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Mackenzie reclaimed the shoes and tucked them safely back inside the pink gift bag before she was able to look Will in the eye again, she was still flushing, it only deepening when he spoke about her being a good aunt. "It is a girl." She said decisively, "I am an Oracle, after all." She raised her chin rather defiantly, as though that were what Oracles actually did; predict the future rather than receive information from gods.

The bartender arrived carrying two plates, oddly enough of the exact same meal; it hadn't been lost on Mac that Will had ordered what she ate each and every time she came here, she smiled politely to the man, whom she had forgotten his name long ago, and thanked him when he set down a small container of white vinegar for her. The first time she had asked for it his reaction had been odd, but after she had made him try the typical way she and other Canadians ate fries, he understood. She sat up straighter taking the clear liquid and drizzling it over the fires before adding salt. "What about Eli? No mystery babies out there? Are you sure you're not already an uncle?"
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William gave Mackenzie a dubious look at her determined remark about the baby's gender. He decided to let it slide, noting the red flush of her skin even in the darkness of the bar, the sight of which brought a warm smile to his face. He looked down when their plates arrived, noticing that Mac's tastes weren't too different than his own. He tried to eat healthy as a rule, but he and Elijah would occasionally splurge... not that one had much choice in a bar like this. What caught Will's eye was the white vinegar that accompanied Mac's plate, which he narrowed his eyes at even as Mac picked it up and poured it over her fries. William said nothing at the sacrilege had had just witnessed, instead grabbing one of his own salted fries and plopping it into his mouth.

"What about Eli? No mystery babies out there? Are you sure you're not already an uncle?"

Will chuckled, taking a sip of his beer. "I guess I can't know for sure. He's had no shortage of opportunities, but let's just say I have it on good faith that he takes certain, ah, 'precautions'. Word to the wise: don't go through his wallet. Or his bags." He said, face reddening as he rubbed at the back of his neck anxiously before shrugging. "The things you learn after a year on the road with someone."

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Eddie followed Thor into the building after slinging his backpack over his shoulder. "You don't have to tell me twice." He said in response to Thor demanding that he do the talking. As he walked in, he looked around the room and wondered if this is where Greek and Norse gods hang out. It just looked normal. Almost to close to ideal normal, like it was intentional. After they were done talking he realized he was meant to introduce himself. "I'm Eddie. I'm not a god or anything weird like that. I was smote by the lord and now I serve him." He said as he gave a peace sign in greeting.
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[Crono]

Chase had been actively ignoring the smells from the camp, focusing on the discussion. Emile's suggestion had him paying more attention to it however. Chase stood to follow Emile out the front door, "I'm going out on a limb and saying that even if you were to get caught, nobody would say anything so I'm not sure it really counts." He mussed guessing if the Alpha were to sneak a few bites of food ahead of the prepared meals that nobody would bat an eyelash over it. "Well maybe you should have eaten that bucks heart instead. You're clearly still a growing boy." He added jokingly since that had been hours ago, moving down the cabin steps. Chase had assumed eating the bucks heart was simply some sort of new member thing, his first hunt as a pack member or something along those lines.

"Wasn't that hunt meant to show me my place in the pack." Despite sounding like a question it wasn't and he continued whilst walking, "Because I think I'm still figuring that part out." It was difficult to say whether it was meant as some sort of ranking or if Chase was supposed to have some sort of revelation on his own.​

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[NanLia]

Christopher followed behind Eddie and Thor as they entered the plain looking flower shop. He had not been with the team in New York and certainly didn’t know what to expect. What he found was a normal looking, albeit beautiful, woman within the shop that Thor introduced as the goddess they had been seeking. He was rather shell-shocked to begin with but after a moment he cleared his throat. “Pleasure meeting you, I’m Christopher Jack and these two are, “He turned to see neither Bruce or Aiden had followed them into the flower shop, both men standing outside by the vehicle, warily. “They’re a little shy.” He said rather apologetically.
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Emile barked a laugh at Chase’s humor, “Non, the Coeur was yours. You prove you are part of le meute.” As they exited the cabin, Emile patted a hand on Chase’s back, resting it there as he led him towards the center of the campsite where most of the pack had already congregated. Some were those they had been hunting with, returned from the stream and now continued to relax and enjoy each other’s company, others were those that had followed the pack, now cooking their kills from the morning. “You are now part of the chasseur, the hunters. You prove to know when to follow, when to hide and when to help.” Emile continued to grin as the approached the cook fires, the bonfire at the center still unlit. “You will … er, train, with the hunt, learn to courirer avec le meute, work with the pack.”

As they approached and passed others from the hunt earlier some would nod to Chase whilst others would take his hand and shake it, congratulating him. Emile didn’t pause, however, he let his hand slip from Chase’s back, allowing the man to go where he pleased while he went directly to the food cooking.
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Mackenzie wrinkled her nose in disgust as Will felt it necessary to share his ‘discoveries’ of the other man’s luggage, she certainly didn’t need to know this, in her opinion at the very least, but it certainly wouldn’t detain her from consuming her lunch. She always had a fondness for American diner food that Ash just couldn’t understand, something about the greasy gooey burger that threatened cardiac arrest appealed to her; and was something she could never re-create herself. She was delightfully immersed in her meal when she came to notice the only other booth patron was watching her. She frowned slightly as they made eye contact; she knew she had never seen him before but something about his was familiar.

As though the eye contact were enough the man rose from his booth and started heading towards herself and Will.

Mur had been delighted to hear that his network of spies across the globe had finally landed him some information on the delinquent duo that had ousted him from his work in New York years ago. He had hurried from his work to the quiet town in Nebraska to seek out his prey. For years the two girls had eluded him, always just slightly behind their work until now.
Tony, his ever faithful subordinate first reported them arriving nearly a week prior, now frequenting his bar on a near daily basis, but as he had arrived it seemed like they had disappeared again. Once more he was on their trail and found them living in their warded car just outside the gates of the hunter colony. He waited patiently like a spider in its web for the one or both of them to tangle themselves. He had thought he nearly had a way into the colony, that depressed girl wishing to avenge her brothers deaths to the pack but that damned woods witch had prevented even that.

Now to find that Mackenzie had literally just walked through the door, well Mur certainly could see his luck changing, though Ashley-May was not present Skye brought a few different prize with her. He waited for them to become comfortable and distracted before rising from his booth and heading to their own table. The other patrons of the bar –all associates of his own, moved to the exits, barring them to prevent anyone else from entering the dimly lit establishment. As he approached the table his ebbed his power outwards, using the natural telekinetic ability all demons had to one degree or another to prevent their movements.

He could see on Mackenzie’s face as she struggled against the invisible bonds that she had been ill prepared for him to be here. “Good afternoon,” He purred slipping into the booth next to the woman, arm sliding over her shoulder he leaned in to kiss her cheek regarding William across the booth. “And how are you two on this fine day?” Still the small woman fought the bonds, they prevented her from moving or speaking, but for Will, the one he was intent on speaking with, he only kept the bonds on his arms and legs, allowing the man to speak.

“What good luck I am having these days, “he continued, taking a fry from Mac’s plate and taking a bite. He made a sour face and tossed the half eaten morsel back onto the plate. “First I find out that Mac and Ashley-May are not only still together, but come here to eat almost daily. Then I hear that they’ve join a band of merry hunters, not great news, but soon after they join them my precious Mackenzie has gone and gotten herself turned into an Oracle AND Ashley-May knocked up with a Nephilim.” Mur hooted, slapping the table with laughter. “The days just don’t get any better, now do they? Because today, of all days, the clueless Oracle walked into my warded bar with none other but William Hendrix himself. How you been Will? It’s been what? Thirty one years since we last saw each other? I am surprised you have lasted this long.”
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William had noticed Mac's wrinkled nose at his disclosure about Elijah. It wasn't often he got to make her uncomfortable when it came to things like this, but he didn't push it. He was opening his mouth to change the subject when he saw Mac's glance turn away from him and toward another booth. He followed her gaze, spotting a young man that he didn't recognize even as he returned the look. As if on cue, the young man stood up and strode purposefully toward them. There was something about his gait and pointed stare that Will didn't like, only confirmed when he saw the other patrons unceremoniously drop what they were doing in order to bar the exits.

This was a trap. The Pack had caught them out.

Will was reaching for his pistol under the table when he felt it: the unmistakable affects of telekinesis. These were no Wolves. His arms and legs were pinned in place, as if held there by an invisible chain. William grunted and struggled with every bit of strength he could muster, to no avail. He could see Mac doing the same across from him, with the same predictable result. The demon slid into the booth, kissing Mac on the cheek which only encouraged another bout of struggling from Will, every bit as fruitless as the first. From the way this demon was talking, it was clear he had a history with Mackenzie and Ash. That was no surprise -- every Hunter made enemies over the course of their career. Is that what this demon was after? Revenge?

Will stopped his struggling when he heard the demon mention him by name. It shouldn't have been strange to hear; demons could read minds and glean info from humans, after all. But his next statement reeked of presumptuous familiarity. Thirty-one years? William felt his angry desperation giving way to confusion.

Locking eyes with the demon, he glared as he spoke. "Who are you and what the hell are you talking about?"

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[Crono]

Emile was sticking rather close to him Chase noticed, as they moved along. The other mans hand against his back which felt unnecessary considering Chase could smell where they were headed as well, meaning the Alpha had his own reasons for doing so. It wasn't until other pack members started for his attention that Emile's hand, and the man himself, left to continue towards the food. Emile mentioned his place was a Hunter, basically a provider to the pack. That was something he wasn't used to, having always hunted for himself. Though on rare occasions he had brought back what he'd hunted to let Joe skin and cook for the both of them to eat. That had usually only been when they when the opportunity presented itself and was easier than going into town.​

Briefly as he nodded, smiled, shook hands, and thanked several of the pack members who'd sought to congratulate him he wondered about Emile's intentions. The nickname, which Chase had probably reacted just the opposite to what Emile had hoped for was the first time Chase had really picked up on anything. To be honest at first he'd assumed the man was just hoping to get into the newest pack members pants, who happened to swing the same way. However that wasn't the impression he was getting from the Alpha. But Chase was here for a reason, the very same reason that made him the enemy to the very same wolves who were currently preparing food in a small celebration of his initiation. Chase wouldn't pretend he wasn't having any kind of moral dilemma over the whole thing, but it all came back to what the pack did to Borseti and planned to do to Vitae. So the deception was necessary.

Chase was rather abruptly brought from his thoughts after going on auto-pilot, now aware that he was just standing there as the others walked away. Clearing his throat Chase moved off in the direction of the food, where Emile had wandered to. He spotted the man doing his thing, whatever that was, as he sought out food. Chase simply stood off to the side by a tree with his arms crossed watching, he'd refrain from getting involved and potentially scolded by whoever was in charge of the food.​

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[NanLia]

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Mackenzie continued to struggle against the invisible bonds that held her in place, that prevented her from speaking; had she the ability to use her voice she would have immediately started the incantation she had been taught from childhood, the very same that had expelled Mur from Ashley all those years ago. Hearing that Mur knew Will was off putting, what were the odds that the both of them would have had a run in with the very same demon, even one as powerful as Mur, was unlikely, but seeing that Will didn't know the red-eyed prick made her worry all the more.

"I'm so very glad you ask," Mur continued to grin at the confusion across the table from him. "The names Murehuanon; Mur for short. Better known as the Lord of the Demons. Salesmen by trade, if you will, something I am quite good at really." He reached across the tabled and dragged Will's plate closer to him. "Now Bill,' He ate one of the fries on the plate before him and nodded, at least the man knew how to eat them correctly. "I have a little proposition for you." He leaned back in the booth, arm over Mac's shoulder slowly stroking her upper arm. "There is someone I want in Vitae, someone very precious to me and you're going to get her for me."

He watched Mac struggle, fighting the bonds harder now and it brought great joy to watch. "You will return to Vitae and bring one Ashley-May Branston here for me." He said simply, taking up Mac's beer and drinking it slowly. Setting the bottle down on the table he watched Will carefully. "Now Billy I know that you won't just do this for free, I'll owe you one; I'll take care of that pack for you. The lousy dogs roaming around your precious home. Just to show you I am a man," he chuckled. "of my word, let me give you something for free even, a gesture of good faith?" His grin was widening then, eyes shifting to glow red in the low light. "I am the demon that your mommy dearest made a deal with, the deal of a lifetime. For the low cost of her soul in my pocket I pulled that pesky Grace right out of you so you could go on living like a real boy. So what do you say, Willy? You get me my girl and I'll even let you keep this one?"
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Emile did what he did best, chatting and schmoozing with the pack as they worked at making the meal for the evening. Hands behind his back he talked on and on with the group of them, occasionally distracting them and using a slight of hand to collect a bit of prepared food, disappearing behind his back wrapped in a napkin. This continued on for several minutes, none seemed the wiser; either they were letting the Alpha play at his game, or he honestly had them duped. This was something he had learned back at the Den in his youth, those in charge of cooking meals, certainly celebrations, were fiercely defensive of their meals; never letting anyone but other cooks taste the prepared food before the meal was called.

Morgan, having been seated with Brody, had caught onto Emile's game. She grinned watching as he scooped food here and there hiding it behind his back as they went on and on over their meal. She stood, intent on joining the game when she felt Brody catch her wrist. "I wouldn't do that, if you know what's good for you." He warned and part of her wanted to listen, but she was just as sneaky as he uncle. She stuck out her tongue defiantly, pulling her hand free she wandered over to Emile and the cooks.

With the presence of his niece at his side Emile knew his game was cooked, after a few moments he knew Morgan was waiting for him to distract the cooks so she, too, could snag some food. This was the perfect opportunity for him to teach her a lesson; there were not piggy-backs in the pack. Emile started speaking to one of the cooks, distracting him for a second before excusing himself and turning to search for Chase. Spotting the man standing off to the side he strode away. Morgan was caught the second Emile stopped speaking to the cook, hand in the proverbial cookie jar [caught stripping a portion of venison from a cooked haunch] she howled in pain as he hand was struck with a wooden spoon.

Emile bit his lip to stifle his laughter as he approached Chase, he came up beside the man with a mischievous grin, within his hand was a paper napkin containing various cooked meat from the prep-station. He leaned on the other side of the tree Chase was leaning against, holding the food out for him to enjoy too as he watched Morgan pout and stalk back to where she had been sitting, the pack laughing, bemused.
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William glared at the demon as he threw his arm around Mackenzie, explaining himself. The reasoning behind wanting Ashley-May was plain enough, he already knew about her pregnancy and Will could only imagine what uses a powerful demon might have for a Nephilim once it was born. Will would never concede to Mur's demands; the thought never even crossed his mind. He knew Mur would likely kill them both if he didn't get what he wanted. But William wasn't about to trade Ashley-May and her unborn child for anyone or anything... even Mac's life. He fixed her with an apologetic gaze, knowing she would do the same in his position. The mention of Mur being able to cure their problem with the Pack did nothing to sway him. Hendrix had been prepared to deliver his scathing retort when Mur continued:

"I am the demon that your mommy dearest made a deal with, the deal of a lifetime. For the low cost of her soul in my pocket I pulled that pesky Grace right out of you so you could go on living like a real boy. So what do you say, Willy? You get me my girl and I'll even let you keep this one?"

Will stared at Mur blankly. Grace? William vaguely recalled that that was the source of an angel's powers -- their equivalent of a soul, even. But that did nothing to assuage his confusion, the mention of his mother only sending a flurry of half-formed thoughts through his mind as he struggled to maintain his composure. "What the hell are you talking about? You expect me to believe that you knew my mother, or that I'm some kind of angel? I think I would have figured that out by now. That's the best story you've got to spin for me, you son of a bitch?" he said, his words dripping with venom.

The wheels began turning in Will's head. No help was coming -- no one knew they were here, save Hypnos. And William wasn't about to rely on him for help. His arms and legs were hopelessly immobilized and in any case he wouldn't get much use from a pistol loaded with silver-plated bullets against a room full of demons. He would have expected Mac to speak up by now, but he was beginning to suspect that Mur had gagged her. He seemed more interested in dealing with William, after all. That only left one option: an exorcism. William didn't know of any incantations short enough to recite under their current circumstances without being stopped by Mur or one of his cohorts, but it was worth trying and far better to the alternative. Still, he found himself incapable of starting the recitation... every part of him wanted to believe Mur was lying, but to what end? And why choose Will's parentage of all things? For better or worse, he was going to hear the demon out.

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Mur chuckled as Will attempted to refute what he said, he glanced to Mac before turning his gaze to Will. "Not an Angel, moron; Nephilim. Mommy was a human, daddy was an angel, Grigori in fact - making you a nephilim." He grinned toothily. 'A rare one at that." Already he could feel the wards around him being damaged, pushed and pulled by a deity of sorts; one he had not accounted for but he still had time. "Heaven came for them and your parents fought so hard to keep you safe, but Gaveel -that bitch, never lets any get away, well until you that is. Mommy ran and ran, fought and hid until I found her. I gave you your life, Billy-Boy, you should be grateful." Mur slowly shook his head, rising from the table he knew his time here had come to an end. He slowly extracted a business card from his pocket, setting it down on the table in front of Will, it only hand one symbol inscribed on it in red. "You think on our talk, my boy, call me when you change your mind." He winked and turned to face the shadows growing behind him. "I'll give both your mothers your best." He cackled as he disappeared into the darkness.

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Mackenzie could sense Deimos outside the building, invisible to all but the supernatural slowly breaking down the wards that separated them, she could feel the bonds holding her still starting to ebb away, but clearly Mur had noticed the same. She watched, enraged, as Mur started to get away however she could still see his associates standing near the doorway, off to the side, had no idea about Deimos and the warding about to fall. As Mur disappeared so did the bonds that held her. The second she was free she was clambering from booth, striding across the table and leaping for the nearest demon. They both went down hard, Mac a top of the larger man, the demon immediately attempted to smoke out to his freedom but she clamped a hand over his mouth and uttered. "Pre te qui hoc corpore."

The demon writhed beneath her, no longer able to escape the body he had stolen he fought to rid himself of her. His hand reached behind him to grab a hold of the back of her coat and pants: an attempt to drag her off of his back so he could deal with her, but she was far too quick for him. Blade free from it's sheath she planted it through the palm of his hand, forcing it back and away from her, down to the ground above his head. He howled in pain, his other hand reaching for her wrist, trying to twist if free from the blade.

The other two demons, the owner and second bar patron were stunned, the second they understood she was not going to let either live they both smoked out of their stolen bodies, leaving the corpse's to collapse on the ground while escaping through a ceiling vent.
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[Safton]

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Nephilim.

William didn't believe it for a second. He couldn't. Like many orphans, he had often wondered who he was, where he came from. Who his parents had been and what circumstances had led to them casting him away, unable or unwilling to care for him. When he was younger, those questions had burned at him. No answers ever came and eventually the fire died down. By the time his adoptive parents took him in and years later offered to help him track them down, he refused. Suddenly the question didn't seem quite so important -- whoever had brought him into this world, they hadn't seen fit to stay by his side. His family was the one who had chosen him, simple as that. That answer had been good enough for nearly two decades... and now it was turned over on its head. The idea that he was the product of a union between angel and human, the likes of which was growing inside Ashley-May...

It made him numb.

He was unable to speak even as he noticed Mur's demeanor change, standing up and placing a card on the table. He was gone in the blink of an eye, swallowed up by the darkness. By the time Will realized that Mur's hold over him was gone and that he had left his cronies behind, Mackenzie was already moving. He saw her flit across the barroom floor, tackling the nearest of the demons to the ground. Will stood up, functioning on instinct. No iron. No Devil's Trap. No holy wat-- his eyes went to his beer. He snatched it from the table, crossing himself as he rattled off the incantation "et in virtute spiritus sancti" before grabbing the salt shaker from the table and dumping it unceremoniously into the neck of the bottle.

Moving forward, he saw two of the demons smoke out of their forms. Mac had the last one pinned to the ground, a blade through his hand. His own arm was desperately reaching for Mackenzie's. Will wasted no time in stomping down on the reaching forearm, halting it in its tracks before tipping the beer toward the demon. The liquid trickled out, splashing against his upturned cheek. Steam rose from the flesh with an audible sizzle as the demon cried out in pain. Will knelt down, keeping the arm pinned to the floor. "Keep moving and you chug the next one," he growled.

He glanced up at Mac, looking her over for any sign of injury. "You okay?" he asked quietly.

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[Crono]

It was a sight, watching Emile pull off his heist of meat from the cooks. The Alpha clearly had it down to a science and made it look almost easy. When his niece joined in and paid the price Chase chuckled, watching the other man heading back his direction. The interactions the pack made with one another, it was clear they were all close for the most part, a family.

"Glad I opted out of being an accomplice." Chase remarked with a smile as he watched Morgan skulk back to her seat. He looked down at the offered food, pausing at the thought of the small deception behind the last time he'd accepted the sandwich before finally reaching out and accepting the food. "Though you did just send her right where you don't want her to be." He mused, seeing Morgan take her seat by Brody. With Emile's words earlier it wasn't hard to tell the Alpha wasn't the biggest fan of the two spending time with each other.​

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[NanLia]

Mackenzie held her position for a moment, warily watching the demon beneath her to see if he would fight them again. When she was satisfied he wouldn’t she shifted to her knees; one on his back the other keeping the injured arm down. “I’m good.” A partial truth, she had absolutely torn stiches once more and at this point she figured she just would never heal from that injury from days ago. She regarded Will carefully, looking for any signs of distress after what he had been told. She knew he had been adopted, that he did not know his parentage and she knew Mur did not lie about things like this. Minor lies? Certainly, but making deals was his game and you didn’t get as powerful as he by lying to the clientele. “Watch him.”

She slowly shifted her weight, taking pressure off the demon though she kept near uncertain still he would fight Will or not, though she doubted it; she had never seen the holy water out of beer trick he just demonstrated and it was clear the demon hadn’t either. Once she was satisfied that the demon would remain where he was she strode to the bar to search or supplies.



Emile chuckled hearing Chase joke about being his accomplice, or lack thereof but the Alpha shrugged it off. He was confused by Chase’s initial hesitation to accept the food he had pilfered, perhaps the younger man wasn’t as hungry as he and the heart had satisfied him still? But once Chase did take some food Emile started eating himself. Eyes traveled to his niece as she returned to Brody’s side and he gave a soft huff. “Brody maybe defiant, mais il’y’est n’est pas stupide. He will no touch Morgan wit out my approval.” As much as he appreciated Brody and his families hard work and dedication to the pack, and he knew that he as a mate to Morgan would be well suited, the man had become increasingly defiant and there was more than enough evidence to believe that Brody may challenge him one day for Alpha.

That thought didn’t worry him, being challenged and losing, his worry stemmed from what would happen to his pack, to his family? Brody was far too hot heated to be Alpha, he would have the pack in ruins in a matter of months; it needed a cool and calculated hand and even Morgan wasn’t proving to have that strength as of yet. Napkin empty Emile crumpled it into a ball and stuffed it in his pocket, pushing aside thoughts for another day. “You did well today,” He said, giving Chase a side long glance. “The pack is happy you are added.”
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William nodded, leaning over to pin the demon to the ground as soon as Mackenzie shifted her weight off of him. He held the bottle in one hand threateningly, just close enough for the demon to see it in his peripherals. Will had never attempted the holy water blessing with anything less pure than tap water. He wasn't even sure it would work with beer of all things, high water content or otherwise. For all he knew it hadn't worked and the salt he had dumped in was the real culprit behind its effects. Regardless, the demon didn't seem intent on having a second dose, remaining relatively docile beneath Will's one-handed grip on the back of his neck and his knee on his spine.

As he glanced over to see Mac rummaging through the bar, Will couldn't help but think on what Mur had said, even as he desperately tried to force the thoughts away for later and focus on the task at hand. Was he lying? He had to be. That's what demons did. They lied, manipulated. But why? To what end would making Will doubt his parentage achieve Mur's goals?

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Mackenzie piled what she needed onto the bar top as she went: a jub of water, which she swiftly removed her silver cross and dropped inside the plastic container, a sharpie and some wiring she pulled free from behind the cash register. With these items she came back to where Will still had the demon pinned, and immediately started shoving chairs and tables out of the way to clear a space. She hastily started scrawling a devil's trap onto the wooden floor boards.

Once done she dragged a chair to its center before returning to Will and the demon's side. "Help me get him into it." She grabbed her knife still deeply planted in the demon's hand and gave it a twist with warning. He howled and pulled against her as she worked with Will to drag him towards the trap. The second he saw the warding on the floor he started to struggle, before this there was a chance he could survive, be sent back to Hell with a message, but the trap meant only one thing. Mac hissed, the binding curse she dropped on him wouldn't last long; they needed to get him into the trap before he over powered it.
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[Alator]

"Oh are they? I suppose they won't object when we eat them later then, I do enjoy silence when I eat." A voice said behind them, Thor turned around in an instant. Before him stood three Leviathans in dark suits, the one speaking had assumed the form of a dark-haired caucasian and had a smile on it's lips. By all that is damned, I should have expected this... the deity thought. He knew that Leviathans could move at incredible speeds, they had likely just waited nearby for an opportunity like this to ambush whoever came for the goddess, and take her themselves. And Thor had done what they could not, he had removed her wardings and thus her protection, he turned around and looked at her, and Persephone looked distressed indeed. Like they did towards angels, though not to the same extent, Leviathans negated the power of deities. And lesser ones like Persephone would be unable to teleport in their presence. Worse, they wore talismans that protected them from spells, so Thor could not use magic against them.

Thor himself was affected, but they did not completely negate his powers, he said "Leave them to me, you take her away from here." and then he snapped his fingers, apporting the humans and Persephone to a spot right outside the shop. He would rather have taken them all far away, but he was too weakened to take them any further. With equally great difficulty he teleported himself to a spot right in front of the door, behind the Leviathans, blocking their exit and way to get to Persephone. Thor growled "You should have stayed in Purgatory you filth."

Dark clouds gathered above the city of Trenton, and the room lit up in a blueish light as Thor, illuminated by raw, unbridled power, prepared to unleash his fury upon these creatures who dared to confront him. The power he emanated would have been enough to wipe out a state, if he hadn't been restrained by the Leviathans' presence (should he have decided to unleash it all), and outside Persephone winced as she felt it. Thor raised his hand and from it a thunderbolt flew, striking one of the Leviathans and sending it flying backwards, the blast causing a schockwave that shattered the windows and schorched the nearby plants. Next Thor raised his hand, the illumination reciding, and used his power of Biokinesis to practically rip apart another of the Leviathans heads from within, the Leviathan sank to one knee, clutching it's head and grunting in pain, moving his hand to the right, Thor flung the Leviathan to the side.

He sighed as he felt it take it's toll on him, he'd have to reside to using physical attacks, this would only serve to exhaust him, as he could not do any lasting damage, and it was beyond his power to outright destroy them. He contemplated using Mjölnir, but no, that suprise he'd save for later. He simply had to find a way to decapitate them all. The Leviathan who had previously spoken, who seemed to be the leader, showed off his massive jaws, before retracting them and charging at Thor, the Thundergod yelled in fury and charged at the beast as well. As they met, the Leviathan aimed a powerful punch at Thor's head, however Thor managed to catch the Leviathan's fist with his hand. With it's other arm the Leviathan then tried to do the same thing, Thor missed the fist, but managed to catch the Leviathan's wrist instead.

The two beings groaned as they stood there, struggling against one another, Thor slowly pushing the Leviathan back towards a shelf, realising what was happening, the Leviathan headbutted Thor, causing him to reel back and let go of his grip, and then proceeded to grab him with both hands, and quickly spun around 180 degrees and threw Thor into a shelf. Thor managed to get up on his feet just as the Leviathan approached with it's jaws out, Thor kicked it in it's chest, sending it into another shelf behind. He then rushed forward and punched it in the head with such a force that it almost lost it's footing, Thor grabbed it by the shoulder and with a backhand movement of the arm he hurled it into the wall.

The Leviathan tried to get up, but Thor was already upon it, grabbing it by the throat and arm, thus effectively restraining it, he slammed it back into the wall, leaving an impression on it, almost managing to break right through the bricks. Thor looked around the shop to see if there was anything sharp lying around, but before he could get a good look, the infuriated Leviathan launched a series of punches aimed at Thor's body, the deity groaned in pain. To buy himself some time, the god let go of the Leviathan's arm and held his hand right infront of the beast's face, from it golden and blue flame flew, schorching the Leviathan's face. Quickly he placed the hand at the back of it's head, whilst moving the hand that he used to hold it's neck up to it's chin, and twisted the head around.

The neck broke with a loud crunching sound, and Thor hoped that it would incapacitate it so he could more easily either cut off the head, or rip it off. However, the very next second the Leviathan pushed him back with both it's hands, causing Thor to slide back several meters along the stone floor. The head snapped back into position, and Thor saw no trace of the burns he had just inflicted upon it. Worse, the two other Leviathans had also recovered, and they walked around the corner of a shelf and placed themselves between Thor and the door, their eyes telling him You aren't going anywhere.

As Thor got up on his feet, the leader of the Leviathans said "Try that thing with the flames again, that was hilarious!", the last word almost a hiss. But then, something caught Thor attention, it was the waterpipe that ran directly above them. The god smiled as the Leviathans closed in on him.

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William saw Mackenzie's preparations, knowing immediately what she had in mind. He nodded at her command, grabbing the demon under the arm and slowly lifting his weight from his back before helping Mac to heft him toward the seat. It didn't take long for the demon to realize what was about to happen as he began writing around once again with renewed vigor, Will struggling to maintain his grip in the face of the possessed man's unnatural strength.

Will looped his bicep under the crook of the man's arm, bringing the bottle still clutched in his free hand over his head and tipping it down toward him. Blessed or not, the saline mix inside splashed across his head and brought another bout of writhing as William dropped the now-empty bottle to the floor with a clatter, cursing under his breath as he and Mac were forced to ride out one last round of struggling before the demon was spent. Will wasted no time in helping to heave his body across the lines of the Devil's Trap and into the seat.

Will glanced over his shoulder to confirm none of the lines traced on the floor had been compromised during the struggle before stepping behind the demon and bringing his arm around his neck, locking his throat into the crook of his elbow like an iron vice, nodding to Mac and the wires she held. With the Devil's Trap sapping his demonic strength, Will knew that a simple chokehold would likely be sufficient to maintain control over the possessed body while Mac bound his arms and legs while keeping himself out of her way.

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With the demon in the chair and held down by Will she got to work using the cables she had torn from the cash machine to bind his wrists to the arms of the chair and his ankles to the legs. Once satisfied he wouldn't be loose she gave Will a nod. Her hands immediately started searching the demons clothing looking for something in particular, after several seconds of searching she found her goal. She extracted the demon blade and it's sheath hidden inside the demons boot. She smirked, watching the demon glare at her find. "Lucky me." She stood then, regarding the demon carefully before reaching into her back pocket and retrieving the phone Franklin had given her. She held it out to Will to take. "Go to the Beast and call Franklin." She said carefully, she doubted Will would want to leave but she did not want him present for what she was about to do.

"Ask him if the Pack is working with a Nest. Tell him Mur is here. Tell him he's after a Nephilim; he'll want to put an end to that. Ask him..." She paused, "Ask how long ago Mur had the Nephilim Grace last time. See if he knows where it came from." If anyone knew about a Nephilim in the past it would have been Franklin; everything she had learned about them had been her families Lore except for what Franklin had told her. Franklin hadn't know about the Nephilim itself, but he and his den had suffered losses when Mur had the Grace to use. "I'll get more on the First Sin and the coming apocalypse from our new friend."
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William released his hold around the demon's neck, moving over to kneel down alongside each of the two smoked-out "meat suits". He held his index and middle fingers to the neck of each man, confirming what he had already suspected. No pulse to be found. Returning to the chair, he narrowed his eyes at the blade Mackenzie had pulled from its boot. He was surprised to see the demon's reaction to the knife in her hand -- there was more than anger behind that glare. Fear. Even more so than from the prospect of holy water or an exorcism. But what did a demon have to fear from a blade, even one forged from iron? The inscribed markings on the metal didn't ring any bells for Will, though he remembered Elijah once mentioning the existence of ancient weapons -- powerful, rare artifacts -- capable of slaying demons with ease. Not just sending them back to Hell, but wiping them from the face of this plane and the next. Mackenzie had mentioned doing that very thing before and seemed pleased enough with the find.

"Go to the Beast and call Franklin."

William hesitated as he locked eyes with Mackenzie, taking the phone and listening to her instructions. He knew what she had planned: there was likely no exorcism in mind here at the end of the interrogation. That blade she was brandishing would end the life of the poor soul being possessed as readily as the creature inside him... assuming there was any life left to end. Will knew from experience that many demons liked to ride their victims hard, putting unnatural levels of wear and tear on their bodies in the process. The two bodies laying feet away were proof of that. Mur's stakeout at the dive bar had been a long one. Chances were the human whose body was now strapped to the chair was long gone by now.

At least, that's what Will told himself as he nodded, turning on his heel to stride out of the bar. His mind was reeling. Mackenzie's comments about Mur's past encounters using a Nephilim's Grace further weakened his already-fragile doubt of the demon's words. Mac knew something about what he had said, that much was clear. And so did Franklin. William marched back to the Beast, constantly glancing over either shoulder for any signs of additional demons. The parking lot was empty, save for a few mall visitors heading to and from their vehicles in the distance. Making it back to the Mainline, William unlocked the phone, searching through the contact list to find Franklin's number and dialing it.

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Chase already knew Brody wasn't one to stay between the lines all the time. He smirked turning his head to look around the tree at Emile, "Maybe you'd better stop recruiting so many of us defiant-types. You'll have you're hands full before you know it." Of course he was speaking of himself as well.

Emile gave him a compliment followed by a reassurance that the rest of the pack was happy to have him. It felt rather undeserving and caused him to huff, looking back at the patient Werewolves. "I helped bring down a buck. Hardly a victory in my book, especially in light of what you've said is coming." Chase was simply used to a different set of reasons to feel good about a days work. He was a hunter, putting down the creatures that deserved it and saving lives was the norm for him. One could say he didn't always enjoy the little things, especially when larger things weighed on his mind and were just over the horizon.

"But I'm glad I'm here." He added, trying to reassure the Alpha that he wasn't belittling what the other man was saying. "It's nice to be accepted completely by more than just one or two individuals, rather than hiding a part of myself." And yet he was hiding a part because of the deception, to an extent.​

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Mackenzie hesitated before Will took the phone and left, part of her very worried he would refuse, he would want to stay behind and be a part of what she was about to do. He finally conceded, took the phone and left without a word. The uncertainty of it stung; there was too much he just learnt about himself for Mac to distinguish if he were entirely lost in the possibility that Mur just opened to him, or if he didn't approve of what would come. It didn't change things for her, this was the course she was going to take no matter how he felt about it. There were days like today that she certainly did not feel like she had been born in the correct era; modern technology and medicine, a plethora of things she didn't understand. For years so felt as though she had been meant to be born centuries ago, in a time where violence and pain were second nature.

Franklin had always said that was the truth, had she been born during his time, -and a male, she would have gone far, been well received and perfectly within the norm of the day. Mackenzie's work was slow and methodical, like riding a bicycle even. Remembering exactly where nerve endings touched; where major muscle groups could be dismantled. This body had been long since dead, but using the demon blade made certain the dark eyes thing within could feel each and every second of her work. She had had years of practice doing this, first on wolves with her brothers; but that had been sloppy, no style. After Franklin caught her, after she had seen what was right, that the Nest needed herself, her work had become far more refined.

In short order the demon was mewling for relief, begging for an end and telling her everything she needed to know. The First Sin was exactly what it sounded like: a monster created by Original Sin. Adam and Eve's rebellion in Eden, consuming from the tree of knowledge of good and evil. Their act created the First Sin, created the darkness and every sinful act any human acted upon since fed it. It grew over the millennia; in strength and power. God had banished it when he banished Adam and Eve from Eden; he locked it in the Abyss and created Seals to contain it. But with God gone, and the First Sin growing stronger it was breaking free; and with it would come the end of days on Earth.

There was nothing else this lack demon could tell her, but she was not about to exorcise it and give it a chance to return for vengeance. She slid the knife home through it's heart, watching the life drain from it's pitch black eyes. She was far from done; the bar could not be left in his condition. More work needed to be done before she could leave.
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Emile eye'd Chase suspiciously as he stated he should stop recruiting those like himself, the older man smirked and countered. "It is membres come vous how keep this meute safe from harm. You question me. Make me think." He tapped his temple for emphasis. "Other Alpha's want to hear oui tout le temps, mais that kills des meute, pack dies." He would have to admit it was more than off putting her Chase say that what he had done was only kill a buck, despite appreciating it. Emile was shaking his head. "Non, mais oui, vous avez tué, you kill the deer but that not what pack see." Once more the man draped an arm over the younger man shoulder pointing first to the deer still roasting. "You feed pack." He turned his attention to the other members sitting and enjoying themselves. "You give pack pleasure, joy." He then tapped Chase's chest over his heart. "Because you are like us, we see that you are home here. Makes us happy. Thing to be happy about, non?"
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William didn't have to wait long before he heard the line connect.

"Skye? Qu'Est-ce que c'est?" Franklin's calm tenor answered.

"Not Skye. It's William."

There was an audible sigh -- one of exasperation, Will imagined -- on the other end. "Councilman Hendrix. Where is Skye?"

"She's... otherwise occupied," Will replied. "We have questions for you, urgent ones that concern you as much as us."

"Oh? And what would those be?" the Den Master asked, the dry tone not lost on William.

"At Boresti, there was a Nest of vampires working alongside the Pack. Are there any chances of the same thing happening here at Vitae?" Will asked, hoping to get the simpler questions out of the way first. They were... easier, for himself as much as Franklin.

"Non. It is a rare thing when vampires unite with Wolves and if it had happened in any number -- even South of the border -- I would have heard of it. Is that all, Councillor?"

"Murehuanon," Will said. "He's here."

There was a long silence on the other end, so long in fact that Will had to glance at the phone to make sure the call hadn't been disconnected. Finally, Franklin spoke. "You've seen him, then? Did he say what he is after?"

"He ambushed us in town. He's looking for a Nephilim at the Colony, wants me to deliver--" Will hesitated. "...the woman carrying it in exchange for his help with the Pack. Mackenzie said he's used a Nephilim's Grace before. Where did he get it? What happened?"

Franklin sighed deeply. "This is true. Many years ago, Murehuanon was able to extract the Grace from a Nephilim, no more than an infant. It was part of a deal... made by the parents in a bid to escape Heaven's wrath, I imagine. I do not know who they were or what became of them. It was none of my concern -- Murehuanon used the power of the Grace to grant himself leverage in a war against my Den and the Pack. He nearly laid both to waste. I am sure he plans to do much the same this time. He needs to be stopped, regardless of what deal he may have offered you. He cannot be trusted."

"Preaching to the choir," William muttered under his breath, eyes closed as he digested the information. "One last thing..."

"Oui?"

"How long ago did this happen? The war?"

"Just over thirty years ago. Why?" Franklin asked suspiciously.

William felt his blood run cold, his tongue growing thick in his mouth. "Thank you for your help, Mister DeBois--"

"One moment, Councilman. I answered your questions, now you answer one of mine."

Will's jaw clenched as he felt the urge to disconnect the line. "What is it?"

"The woman carrying the Nephilim at your Colony... who is she?"

"No one of consequence," William remarked slowly.

A sigh, this one evidently frustrated. "Is it Skye?"

"No, it's not. In fact, it's no one you would know. Simply a woman at Vitae in a dangerous situation thanks to an angel," Will said dismissively.

Another long pause. "I see. I'll be in touch, Councillor. Watch yourself, and tell Skye to do the same. Murehuanon is not an enemy to be taken lightly."

The line clicked and William put the phone away, walking stiffly to the driver's side seat of the Beast and yanking the door open, sitting down and turning to hang his legs out the open door. He lowered his head into his hands as he stared down at the floorboards of the sedan and the asphalt beyond, one word bouncing through his mind.

Nephilim.

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Mackenzie untied the dead demon, taking it by the wrists and dragging it towards the other two corpse's. She sheathed the knife and returned to the bar looking for a high grade of alcohol. There was no way to dispose of bodies in broad daylight and there wasn't a chance she would be able to sneak back into the bar later to deal with them after dark. There was only one solution left: fire. Finding a high percentage vodka she returned to the drawn sigil and started pouring the contents of the bottle of the ink, rubbing with the soul of her boot to erase what she had written. She poured the alcohol along the floor towards the bar and carpeted section of the bar where the booths were until it was empty.

Behind the bar she worked at the cash register until the drawer popped open and pulled out all the bills. She had no use for the money, but at the very least she could make it look like a robbery gone wrong. Three dead, money missing and fire; enough to confuse anyone investigating deeply. Behind the bar she found the bartenders pack of cigarettes and lit one, setting an ashtray on the bar top and resting the smoke at it's edge, letting it burn.

Using a second match, the first being dropped into the ashtray, she lit the bills and dropped them onto the floor behind the bar on the carpet letting it catch. She collected her gift for Ashley-May and documents from the bank taking one last look around to make sure nothing was forgotten before exiting the bar. Of course she wasn't about to go running directly for the car, video surveillance had been her enemy in the past so she took a moment to return to the confectionery where Will had been snacking on a doughnut earlier. She made a point of purchasing a bag of pastries and taking a seat on the bench outside to eat one until she heard the fire alarms go off. Doing her best to play the worried and panicked mall patron she followed the crowd now exiting the mall, heading for the Beast.

She found Will seated behind the steering wheel with his head in his hands, lost in his on world. She worried for him, her heart broke as he likely didn't get news he wanted to hear. She came to the door and tossed her various belongings on the seat past him, shifting to push with her body against his side. "Move over, love." He was in no condition to drive, not in the right mindset.
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William did as he was told, not remotely interested in arguing or resisting. At her urging, he slid across the bench seat onto the passenger side. The sound of a clamor at the mall entrance attracted his attention: distant shouts, along with the unmistakable sound of a fire alarm. He could see customers and mall staff alike rushing out the exists in a panicked blob. He wasn't surprised; there was no "clean" way to cover up three corpses -- at least one of which having clearly suffered a violent death by the standards of your average medical examiner -- in such a public place.

Knowing that the sound of sirens wouldn't be far off, he settled into the passenger seat for the ride. After looking Mackenzie over for any obvious signs of injury, he found none. He turned without a word to rest his head against the cool glass of the passenger side window.

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