flectere si nequeo superos, Acheronta movebo (NoxRogue)

[Rogue]

Luthra, in a thousand years, would not have been able to tell you how she had come to be so hungry for the man before her. However, what she could tell you was that he was as proficient at solving that hungry as he was at causing it. She watched him as he removed his gloves, then his jacket, and then his shirt, revealing the chiseled body that she had grown rather fond of crashing against. She took his hand as he offered it to her, straddling him sensually and gripping the back of the chair with one hand. She chuckled at his comment, leaning down to press her lips roughly against his. “Is this a fault?” She questioned. He certainly hadn’t complained about it before.

The other tangled in his hair as he lavished attention on the full breasts. A shuddering exhale tearing pass full lips as his hand pressed into her lower back, succeeding in arching her back, and pushing her breasts further into his attention. Her body molded perfectly to him, as it always did. Months of their… encounters had conditioned her to be such. Her body often did betray her in her state of arousal, but he didn’t have to see her body to know when the fire was lit, merely her eyes. She purred, continuously for his attention, her head softly falling back before lifting to look down to him. He’d learned quite a few tricks in his years, all of which were useful to him. And as if he were respecting the two of them, the large wolf stood and exited the beads, sitting down in front of it to ward anyone from getting curious of sounds or content behind said curtain. No, she had not been wearing underwear. In fact, she wasn’t sure she even owned a pair. Things were much more comfortable in the raw. And then came the agonizingly pleasurable descent that parted her ways and sent shocks of pleasure rolling along her spine. Her fingers in his hair closed into a fist, and her other hand gripped the back of the chair as if she were going to fall. And once he had met her depths and had leaned back into the chair, they’d begun their onslaught on one another. Rolling hips grinding against one another. Cries of passion and pleasure echoing in the room until finally, she felt him stretching her. Her back arched further, her hips crashing hard into his before his the first spurt of his orgasm threw her off of the cliff she had once been dangling on and into her own climax. And once this was done, she let him clean up and accepted his ginger kiss, turning to ready herself for what was to come.

Liliana gasped as he woke her, jumping softly, but calming instantly when she saw her companion hovering over her. Her face curled into a tired smile, and she listened to him as he spoke. Shortly after he had finished explaining this, she had dressed and was ready to head out. Side by side, as they did most things, they exited the room and made their way to the shop, and finally through the door. The place would have caused most to be uneasy, but Liliana had instantly grown fond of the quaint little Pagan marketplace. A shuffling of beads was heard, a curtain opening and being held open with satin ribbon before the white haired woman beckoned them to the back room.

The room showed no signs of their intimacy. No smells or messes. Luthra had taken care of that, and once everyone was present, she spoke. “Hello. My name is Luthra, and this is my familiar, Lou. Do not fear him, he will not cause you harm unless you wish to cause me harm. I have been contacted by Captain Richer Michaelis to break the magical barrier that bars your entrance to Gaal Castle’s depths, and lead you further through, should need be/ Hopefully, we will not need much preparation to break this barrier. We will be exploring the upper floor, but you are not to leave the foyer. Is this clear?” Once everyone admitted their understanding, she continued. “From there, we will likely return to town for the night. And tomorrow, the exploration begins… any questions?” She awaited the curious soldiers, but none seemed to misunderstand. “Excellent. Then we can begin.” And with this, she lead the way, out of the store and back towards that terribly ominous castle.

 

[Nox]

So this was the Pagan that Richter would be allowing them to work with in an attempt to break the barrier that barred their entrance into Gaal Castle. She was attractive, so he came to understand exactly why Richter knew her and was in a friendly manner with her. Yuri listened to what she had to say, as did the majority of the men gathered. They had replaced the previously fallen soldier so now, with Luthra, their ranks were at ten strong. She seemed quite ready to venture to the castle and lift the seal, so they wasted no time in traversing the same barren path they had previously to the gates. It was there they were met by the same double doors into the castle. Upon entry, they came to notice the pile of ash from the previous encounter was missing, which meant someone had been by and cleaned it up. Yuri took point beside Luthra, as Liliana took her other side, providing her protection if the need arose. Yuri listened to her prattle on about how it was a simple barrier and they would not need to travel back to her shop in order to fetch anything to break the bindings. He had to say he was relieved upon hearing that. So her work began as they pulled watched around her. Yuri hoped inwardly this would take no time. He found himself not on the mood to deal with those creatures from before again.

Twenty minutes had come and gone and still the barrier was erect. Yuri questioned her about it, "Is this proving harder than previously thought? Shall we return to your shop to find something to make this process easier?" He gave her a nod of understanding when she replied and merely let her continue her own magic to counteract what laid before them. It only took another ten minutes before they were given the passage they sought. It seemed like glass shattered as a blinding crimson light encompassed them, the barrier responding before ceasing to exist. Once she informed him of this, he looked over her shoulder to Liliana and spoke, "Take the left side of the stairs but remain weary. If you come across anything that should prove problematic, regroup with us. Safety in numbers, after all." And so they set forth, ascending the stairs to begin their full exploration of the foyer, which had fought against that for so long. He was right in expecting something here though. What other reason would there be for such a barrier if not to keep the innards of this castle free from visitors and prying eyes. Soon, regardless, they would know. There seemed to be nothing of interest to them above the floors, so they moved to the third landing and began to explore the area. Yuri was ever ready, ever vigilant, his hand trained on the hilt of the blade his father had bequeathed to him so long ago, should the need arise. It had. He looked over his shoulder toward Liliana, wanting her in his sight for the moment to verify she was unharmed. He felt relief when he saw she was. But that was disturbed by the crash of a door nearby shutting. He jerked his head to where the sound had pervaded the area, intent on seeking the cause. He when then he heard a voice sigh, but more to what was akin to a huff, from the foyer on the first floor landing. He came to the railing and peered over to find a most curious sight.

Before him was a girl, no more than eleven, nay twelve, with short pixie cut blonde hair that seemed too brilliant to be real. Her skin was like porcelain, only enforced by the large dress she was wearing, adorned and crafted from materials of pink and black, with blue thrown in as what seemed like an afterthought. Yuri had always been known for his startling vibrant sapphire eyes, but these girl's eyes made his look so inferior. They blazed with blue intensity, her head craned back, eyes focused solely on him. Her alabaster skin was in stark contrast to her surroundings, let alone attire, making her seemingly radiate with an ethereal glow. Yuri called down to the child, "You, small child. What business have you here? I am coming to get you. This place is too dangerous for a child to wander about so haphazardly. Your mother will be fret with worry child." Yuri laid a gloved hand on the banister and vaulted over it, the impact of striking the first floor rocking him ever so slightly, though his balance remained for the most part, intact. He strode over toward the girl and stopped a good three or so feet from her, looking down to her. The girl remained looking at him, as if she saw through him for some reason. She then spoke, her voice elegant and regal, but still that of a child's, soft and hushed, "Have you come to play with father mister? Curiouser and curiouser he tumbles down the rabbit hole." Yuri was taken aback by her words, "Child, what has wrought your mind with such strange dialogue? We must escort you to town immediately." The girl looked above his head, as if lost in thought, "Nary a town can compare to a town nary compared. Such a ditty is a simple as one two three. You just have to mind your lesson. It's all in the lesson." Yuri laid his hand on her shoulder, the girl's face contorting into a fit of rage, "You MUSTN'T DO THAT! THEY SHAN'T LIKE IT! I fear you have upset them. Digestion. That is your fate. Leave me now, sir. The moon beckons me with such a sweet lullaby. Can't you hear it?" She took a step back with a grin that rivaled the Chesire's own, seemingly engulfed by shadows. Yuri called out after her before musing to himself, "They? Who was she speakin--" He had not a chance to react as he was struck squarely in the stomach, sending him a few paces back from his guard being lowered. Before him set a pair of twins, beautiful, with flowing curls of blonde plastered to fair skin. They wore a headpiece that covered the majority of their eyes, carved like a butterfly's wings at the edge, and an elegant ensemble made of finely woven white fabric. But with this castle came the twisted. One of them lifted their hand, the wide sleeve falling back to reveal twisted, deformed claws like a demon. He looked down to them, at those long, thick and slender legs, toned to the edge of perfection and maybe beyond, outfitted with one pink stocking on either leg, between them. They seemed so out of place, their stiletto heels, their demeanor, their outfit. They stood side by side. They were the ones who assaulted him. In response, he drew his blade.

 

[Rogue]

Once they were in the castle, Luthra moved deftly towards the barrier. She needed not for them to tell her where to find it, she could find it just fine on her own. Magic attracted magic, you see. And she stood, just before the staircase before looking it over, her head craned to the left, and then to the right before a grin spread across her features. “Such a simple barrier… this should take no time at all…” She mused, lifting her hand. And she spoke a few Latin words, curling her finger into a claw and running it diagonally from the left to right at a diagonal. “Estuans sol et luna cumulum audirem aestuante clamor. Bar nobis videntur muris inter nos, nostra corpora pertranseant.” If they had been watching, they would have noticed that the barrier was rippling, almost as if she had disturbed the surface of water. She spoke another phrase and dragged her curled finger through in the opposite direction before she repeated the process with different phrases, of course. “Coronidem ardenti sole et luna, et ego invocabo vires, Rumpere claustra custodientes introitum away da propitius.” After twenty minutes of such, the voice of Yuri had reached her ears, causing her brow to furrow, though she did not lose her concentration.

“It is trivial, but magic does take time, boy. Patience.” She answered before returning to her work. And after ten more minutes of her onslaught, the barrier shattered, blowing back her hair and allowing them entrance into the floors that had once been inaccessible to them. She entered first, the soldier’s following after. Craning her head to the left, she parted her lips to speak. “Stay away from the foyer. “ She demanded. There were things here, she could feel them already, things that the Militia would not soon understand. She thought to leave, to turn with tail tucked and inform Captain Michaelis, but a bit of exploring beforehand certainly would do no harm, and explore they did.

Liliana was never very from Yuri, her muscles were tense, and her breath honestly felt like whisps of ice leaving her lips. She felt his gaze on her and turned to face him. She smiled, albeit uncomfortably before she resumed her looking about. Everything seemed to be empty. The crash had caused her to jump and gasp, and her head jerked in the direction of said crash. She made her way towards it with long, quick strides, Luthra and her growling familiar in tow. “What was that?” Luthra questioned, almost stiffly. It already seemed as though she knew something about the castle that they did not. However, before anyone had a chance to speak about it, Liliana hear Yuri’s voice. She turned her head towards him and made her way over, glancing over the banisters to see what he had been speaking to. It was a girl, a child. Soon, he had propelled himself from the railing and to the floor. Liliana instead opted for the stairs. She was nearly to him when she had heard the young girl yelling. She glanced over the stairs before her eyes fell on the two women. Beautiful, gorgeous. Enough so to send a nearly tangible pang of jealousy coursing through her body. Her mind quickly snapped free of it as he had been kicked in the chest. She hurried her pace now.

Lou, the large black wolf, propelled himself over the edge of the railing and landed near him, fur bristled and teeth bared to display his raw anger. And Luthra seemed to float down effortlessly afterwards. “And so we have it… Certainly they are hiding something to employ demons to guard their secrets…” She mused, looking the twins over. The girl must have been their Captain. No matter, they would be handled. “Look alive, boy. This won’t be quite the easy task we had previously assumed.” And by the time Luthra had readied herself to begin battle, Liliana was at his side, blade drawn and eyes locked onto the two women. Never, in her life, had she ever seen anything like them. The grotesque claws, the perfect alabaster skin… She’d heard Luthra mention demons… was that what they were? Regardless, she stood, ready to fight, though weary of her opponents.

 

[Nox]

The twin creatures spoke no words, no retorts to their claims, just empty stares. Then suddenly they lurched forward, moving with such intensity that of the group, Yuri would naturally be the only one able to follow their movements. Luthra was in question on her abilities. Maybe she would be able to see the one on the right fling itself to the banister, flipping over it with one hand. Yuri turned to ascend the stairs to protect the soldiers, but had to bring his blade up, twisting the blade and using the flat side to protect himself from a blow intended for his chest. He was pushed six or so feet back, even though he had lowered the center of his gravity and was at a stance that should have normally been able to handle blows like those. These creatures were strong. He immediately twisted the blade and swung out, but the creature sprang into the air and over him, landing on one knee behind him, sweeping its leg back and then spinning around and up, simultaneously tripping Yuri by knocking his feet out from him and catching Liliana underneath the chin, sending her careening into the air with Yuri. The creature twisted as the screams from upstairs began, driving its claw down into the head of Lou and pinning his head to the floor. It used him as a tool, so to speak, to shift direction in the air and glide over him in a mid air cartweel, releasing its hold on him and bearing teeth at Luthra. Yuri righted himself from the floor and attempted to catch the creature from behind, only to have his blade parried with the claw. This thing was deadly. He drew the blade back, but was immediately struck in the chest by something the creature had snatched from the air and hurtled at him. He rolled and twisted onto one knee, skidding back. He looked to what had struck him; one of the soldiers, arm ripped neatly from its socket, its head half eaten. Yuri had no choice. He advanced.

Lou and Yuri combined their efforts, along with Liliana, Yuri being the fastest at the moment because of the dark gift. The creature though, was almost as fast. It was just lithe and nimble, evading to and fro, gliding underneath and around strikes levied at it. Yuri had caught it three or four times, as had Liliana, but nothing more than flesh wounds. Yuri looked over the servant's shoulder to see the other scuttling along the wall on all fours. It looked to him and let out a high pitched scream, launching itself from the wall and into the fray. The four of them combined made a conjoined mess of twisting bodies attempting to defeat the creatures. Yuri had taken his normal stance with Liliana, using each others movements, contortions, and evasions as an attempt to lash out. They moved fluidly with one another, the creatures actually being beaten back. Yuri swung the blade overhead, attempting to cleave the creature in half, only to have it swat the weapon away as if it were nothing. It flew through the air, striking the floor with a loud clank. Yuri was then caught in the face and had a claw swiped across his chest. He stumbled back, grasping at his shirt. He could smell his own blood. He brought his foot round as Liliana evaded one of their blows, catching the creature in the side of its head, exerting the full force of his strength and causing it to buckle, canted to the side. It was enough to Lou to come around and latch onto its face. It wailed in pain as Yuri hurried toward the sword, twisting and skidding beside it, placing it back in his hand once more.

He watched the carnage, waiting for an opporunity to strike. He knew what he had to do to best these beasts. He was poised, ready for it to present itself. It did a few seconds later. He sprung forward, off his left foot, and forward, standing erect from his previous kneel. With that his speed took over, allowing him to in essence "teleport". He swung the blade forward and down as he turned, then wrenched it around in a horizontal arc behind him, killing two birds with one stone. The one before him screamed as he had slid the blade straight down the middle, to the torso, before twisting it sideways and ripping it free, causing the right half of its body to sever from the rest and fall to the floor. The arc of the blade allowed him to cut through the torso of the second creature, sending its top half tumbling to the floor. Yuri stood and surveyed the bloodied bodies before him, flinging his blade free of their vile blood. He looked at Liliana, "Are you fine? You were wonderful. Quick, we must check for survivors." They took the stairs in leaps and bounds, but were met with the four of them being the only ones fortunate enough to survive. Yuri retrieved all of their dog tags, solemn as he performed the gesture. They met at the bottom of the stairs and he looked to Luthra, "Thank you for the assistance. It is time we reported this to Richter. Liliana, come. We have much to do before the night lets us slumber." With that, the double doors opened and allowed them into the crisp night air of the forest.

 

[Rogue]

The situation before them was more than overwhelming, and it got that way quite quickly. Despite the panic beginning to boom mercilessly in her chest, she continued to keep her outward composure, she had to. It was very obvious that one slip up would cause her to meet her end. They had tried, separated at first, but neither of them seemed to be making any lee-way. Luthra parried the creatures in what seemed like an effortless manner, however, Luthra was struggling with them. And rage seemed to roll off of her in rage the minute it put it’s grotesque, clawed hand on her familiar. Luthra played no games when it came to Lou, and anyone who was willing to cause harm to him was someone willing to die by association. And with a roar, she continued.

Liliana was relieved when she felt Yuri finally pressing into her back. Their combat flowed much more smoothly this way. And with calm, graceful flurries of her wrist and legs, she began to assist him in combatting the creatures and holding the things at bay. However… she knew there was naught but a memory left of the soldier’s they had entered with. She did not have time to ponder on this, as a swift, clawed hand had swiped violently at her throat. She leaned back into Yuri, barely avoiding the full blow, but being left with four very clean scratches parallel on her throat. She thrust her foot forward, kicking it back before they once again began their fluid motion. Liliana ducked, feeling his foot swiping overhead, and immediately, Lou latched on to the unsuspecting demoness. He clamped his jaw down on the mask, hard enough for one to hear the cracking of the material before he jerked his head back, ripping the mask and the skin from the creature’s face. Immediately after, a bloodied maw dove in for the throat. He latched down on it quickly before violently beginning to shake his head back and forth. It was then, throat torn open, that Lou backed away from the thing.

Liliana felt him diving away from her, and suddenly, she was on her own with one of them again. Oh, Dear God in Heaven… Had she truly believed such a being existed, she may have been praying to him. And the very second she felt as though her life might end, she pinched her eyes closed, only to have Yuri dive in and save the day. She opened her eyes, her chest heaving and her gaze setting on the two mauled twins. Luthra glanced down at the two girls with almost a grimace on her features. “And good riddance.” She muttered, leaning down and patting Lou on the top of his head for a job very well done. Luthra turned and watched them darting up the stairs, seeing the fatigue in Liliana far better than Yuri was seeing it, apparently.

As they happened upon the bloody sight, Liliana turned her back to it, covering her mouth to withhold the wretch and mentally mourning the loss of these soldiers. Which immediately caused her mind to drift back to her brother. Had he been sent into a situation like this… he would have never returned alive… A certain sadness began to overturn her fatigue, and in general, it made her a bit slow as she descended the stairs to accompany Luthra and Lou, and finally exited the Castle to report to Richter. Lou, however, was not blind to this change. The large wolf padded next to the Gypsy, looking up at her before nudging his head beneath her hand. Liliana looked down at him before chuckling softly and patting his head lovingly. She supposed it was true that animals had a sixth sense, could tell what was going on around them better than most humans could. She scratched behind his ear, silently thanking him for his concern before she moved her hand and allowed him to take his place at Luthra’s side once more.

Once they’d returned to the Militia’s headquarters, Luthra made her way immediately into the office, no need to knock. She sat down and crossed her legs, eying the man before her with the ice colored eyes before parting her lips to explain the situation to him. And from top to bottom, she explained it, from death to death. And when she was done, her arms were crossed over her breasts. “This situation is far different than the military assumed… I suggest a change in plan? Perhaps no novices should be sent to Gaal…” She finished. Liliana stood quietly in the background, running her fingers along Lou’s long, black ear. It was… oddly calming.

 

[Nox]

Their walk seemed to take forever. Yuri was physically showing signs of wear. In his brash decision, he had expended what little blood he had reserved, and now he was paying the price. He didn't want to wholly accept what he was, so he strayed from feeding from humans. Most of a Methuselah's power came from when they were well fed and had human blood to draw their powers from. While it was true he needed it in less frequency than the full bloods, he needed it nonetheless to draw on the full extent of his powers. And he had burned through his supply. His steps were slow and lurching. He felt drained, physically. Almost sick to him stomach from the hunger he was now experiencing. He would need to find something to feed on as soon as possible. His eyes flitted over to Liliana, who seemed equally as tired. He laid a hand on her shoulder as they trudged back to the town together. He knew she was a human and therefore more likely to be drained of stamina before him, but this was a combination of things. Traveling for a day. Exploring. Traveling once more. Then fighting constantly. It took it's toll on her, as he was sure the vision of those dead soldiers did also. He thumbed the dog tags in the pocket of his slacks, his mind wandering to all those soldiers. They hadn't deserved what had happened to them. If only he was quicker. He began to think about how he would have been able to save them, had he been stocked with human blood to burn. The thought pained him. He would have to sacrifice more of his humanity just to protect humans. It seemed unfair to him. He was all ready cursed by the dark gift. What more did it wish to take from him?

The headquarters was not quite as lively as it normally seemed, in part to the fact that most of the soldiers had gone home to their families. The woman at the reception desk informed Captain Michaelis they were there to see him. When they entered, he had prepared them all a stiff drink, edging it closer to them. Yuri lifted his and drained the contents hurriedly, replacing the glass to the table top. Luthra began as Richter listened to what she had to say about Gaal Castle. So it was as he thought. There were otherworldly forces behind this. He knew something beyond the realm of mere humans was at play here. Once she had finished, he responded, "While that may seem like a good gesture, the Militia, even with a report detailing everything, which I do need, by the way, even with that, they will be hard pressed to use others besides mercenaries and their own soldiers. It would take something of monumental proportions for them to rise to the challenge and initiate help from the Order." Ah, the Order of the Black Crown. They were a religious organization, but had a section devoted entirely to the exorcising and hunting of demons, an attempt to eradicate their kind. In the recent years they had spread their influence and skills toward hunting anything unnatural, as they felt most supernatural entities were derived from demons. Richter continued, "While they are not exactly crossed off the list, they would need more concrete evidence then what you have supplied to actually want to contract them to help you explore Gaal Castle."

Yuri retrieved the dog tags from his pocket and laid them in front of Richter, "Does this constitute as enough, Richter? These men perished against forces they were not equipped to handle. I am a hybrid. You know this. Liliana was trained by me. Her familiar is unnatural. Luthra is a Pagan and herself unnatural. We are equipped to deal with these things. Your soldiers are not. It was a massacre for them. We were barely able to keep our wits about us long enough to rend those beasts from this world." Richter began to rub his chin, "I know what you mean, Yuri, but my hands are tied. Even with this, they will not act. I am only a Captain. My influence extends only to such levels, friend. The deeper you travel and more supernatural you unearth, the more they will have no choice but to query a Priest from their sect and bring him upon us. Maybe even three or four. I hope you understand. I wish for you not to leave here and think ill of me, but know I will try my best to assist you. As for the rest of the night, after you relay the incident to me in full detail, you are free until 0800 hours in the morning. We will group in the square and plan our next course of action accordingly." Yuri began to recount every detail that happened within the castle that eve. He even mentioned the small child who was there, which Richter had found most peculiar. Once finished, Richter offered them one more drink and once declined, sent them on their way back to the Seven Port Inn and to their comfortable bed for deserved rest that night.

 

[Rogue]

Liliana was more than worse for wear. Her bones were beginning to ache and her expression voiced this rather well. Although the fatigue was not the only thing plaguing her mind. Her brother, constant flashes of his expressions, seemed to paste themselves to the back of her eyelids. Images that molded immediately with the carnage of bodies and blood she’d just witnessed. The militia… was terrible. They seemed to sacrifice their soldiers so willingly… It… it bothered her immensely. And soon, the death of her brother seemed more fact now than it had ever been. However, she was unsure how willing she was to hear it now. If he was dead… maybe she’d let them keep it to themselves… so that her heart could keep believing. Belief had kept her going all those years before Yuri, and belief had been a rather huge factor in her year traveling with him. Now… she felt more afraid of losing that than she had ever been.

Luthra accepted the drink offered, as did Liliana. And after drinking half of the contents of the glass, she set the glass down, allowing Lou to pad forward and lap the rest of the contents clean of the glass. He might have been a wolf of some kind, but that did not mean that he did not like to indulge in the same things humans did. In fact, Luthra hardly ever had a glass of wine without pouring her good friend familiar a bowl. She left her arms crossed, leaning back as he explained the situation. The Order of the Black Crown… Luthra felt her skin prickling and crawling at mere mention of such organization. She didn’t quite have the faith in the order that the others seemed to have so mindlessly. She knew essentially that their intentions may have been made of gold, but not all that glittered was gold… She leaned back and let Yuri take the reigns, speaking to the man now instead of her.

Liliana still remained very quiet, loving on Lou as he padded his way towards her. He seemed to know she was uneasy, not feeling well. She petted the top of his head before extending the pet down his neck before reaching back up and starting the pet over from top to bottom. She didn’t want to think anymore right now… not about that… and she wasn’t going to let herself do so. She leaned down and kissed the top of Lou’s head before she lifted her gaze to Yuri, silently hoping that he would be done explaining it all soon. She was ready to shower and relax… Not to mention that she had wounds that needed to be taken care of… needed to be washed. Once they were done and dismissed, Liliana turned down the second drink, as did Luthra and they exited the building, swiftly. Luthra was the first to speak.

“Yuri, was it? Follow me to the shop… I have something that could prove useful to you…” She said, making her way back to the shop with the two of them in tow. Once they made it there, Luthra spoke to the man behind the counter. “Wash the blood from his fur… before it matts.” She told him before making her way behind the beaded curtain and beckoning them to follow. Once they had made it to the back, she was holding up a vial, the liquid inside was red and thick, like blood. She handed it over towards him. “Synthetic. But it holds the same nutrients as would a natural feed. Methuselah lately are longing to find a more efficient way to survive… coming up with alternatives should the human race prove to be unsatisfactory.” She sat down in her chair, crossing her legs and looking up at him. “It should help you… with your wounds and your condition…” She told him with a smile before waving the two of them off, accepting any thanks he had offered with a small smile.

Once they had made it back to the Inn, Liliana discarded the coat, stockings and boots quickly. With a few labored heaves of her chest, she hoisted to her feet, making her way to the bathroom to shower. She stood in the water, still, for a good fifteen minutes, letting the warmth cling to her bones before she began truly washing. And thirty minutes after her initial start of her shower. She exited, redressed, patting her hair dry as she did so before discarding the towel. Her hair was still wet, stringy, but she was too fatigued to care. Lying on her back, she stretched out, her chest heaving once, twice, before it slowed a bit, indicating that her body was relaxing. She turned her gaze to him. “Are you alright…?” She questioned.

 

[Nox]

The report had been completed and soon they were back onto the streets of Vallacre, and for the first time, at night. Everything seemed so different than from before. The hustle and bustle was gone, the flow diminished, replaced by only a few remnants of the people of the city. These people happened to be the night crawlers, the drunkards, and other ne'er-do-wells. They walked the familiar cobblestone sidewalks, winding around a corner and toward the inevitable destination of the shop only hours before had introduced them to the Pagan, Luthra. They came to a stop outside of the shop as Luthra unfastened the lock, allowing them entrance inside. He remained outside momentarily, taking in the splendor of the shop at night. There were certain things he never noticed before, like the flock of ravens attached to the roof, or the iridescent orb attracting his attention through the window. He followed behind them and heard her call to the man before he remained stationary at the beaded curtain for her to return. When she did, she brought quite the surprise. He held the vial between his index and thumb, looking over it as she explained how exactly it would help to nourish him. He responded quickly, so that they could move along, "I've heard of this. Discreet and compact, but when without human blood, I beggar you to find another substitute as replenishing as this. Thank you Luthra. I will put this to good use. You have saved me quite the bother. We bid you good night. When morning comes I am sure we shall meet once more." He set the vial in the pocket of the heavy coat and gave her a smile. With a hand on Liliana's arm, they were back out onto the streets,

Their walk to the inn was a hurried one, though mindful of Liliana. He knew she was getting worse for the wear, so they needed to get her to a place to relax as quickly as possible. The door to Seven Port Inn was opened hastily and as they beat a path toward the stairs, he gave Clara a quick nod. They took the stairs with his help by two or three at a time until she heard the click of the key, signaling the latch had been lifted and they were provided entry. He left her to strip and to shower, letting her take her time. For the time being he unwound the chain from his rest and leaned his sword against the wall near his bed so it stayed within reach. Next the coat was shrugged from his frame and folded over the railing leading to the hardwood floor and desk. He leaned over and retrieved the vial of synthetic blood, setting eyes on it once more before he opened the drawer that was between the beds in a nightstand, letting it rest there. He had decided he would take it in the morning so he was fresh for their excursion. He was so fatigued as it was he would sleep until then with not a worry toward hunger. He unbuttoned the vest and cast it aside, along with the long sleeved dressed shirt, just as he had done with the coat. He heard the water stop, heralding her return to the room. He was ready. When she came in, he promptly responded to her question, "I am fatigued. It seems I burned more blood than I intended, even though I only had such a small amount. It increased my hunger exponentially as it did my fatigue. A shower and rest and I will be right as the morning rain, needn't you worry."

He was in the shower within moments of stripping the leather gaiters free. He took the same position as before, the water beating a path over his shoulders. He felt her there. Or so he thought. He just had this feeling she was near him. It was like he could sense Annaleise. She was within his grasp. He just had to reach out and accept her. Once the water was finished relieving the ache of the night's previous engagements, he dried himself off, running a wayward hand through his hair and slicking to to the back. He replaced the leather gaiters on his waist, but brought his boots with him in his hand, opting to remain barefoot. He opened the door and moved to his bed, setting his boots to the side and taking a seat at the edge, looking to her. She seemed relaxed, which was wonderful. It seemed she was less stressed and tired after having had a hot shower. Yuri stood and moved toward the phone, prying it from the cradle and then placing a call. He moved back toward her and took a seat, "I've just placed a order for food. All of this commotion and I had forgotten we had even eaten. Say, Liliana, how are you faring? Tonight was hard, for the both of us. I told them to bring you gauze, tape, and some cleansing wipes for you wounds. I hope you do not find me forward in that regard. I think it is time we discussed Gaat Castle at length, while we eat and be merry. Nothing more than in the least, before we retire."/]

 

[Rogue]

She had been so relieved to be back in the comfort of the room. She felt her own bit of melancholy sink right back in. Soon, he would have the end to his journey… his means to an end… And she would have what…? Although she knew he hadn’t, she’d given up completely on the mission of her brother, her only concern now being one thing: Him. Reuniting him with his sister so that he could right the wrongs he felt he committed, and finally be… Liliana cut that thought short immediately. She closed green eyes and tried to allow her thoughts to sway elsewhere. To the delicate fur of Lou’s ear, to the wonderment of Luthra’s shop. And yet it all seemed to drift back to the endgame. The final row. How soon would it be…? Her thoughts were cut short one more by him answering the question she’d previously asked him. Her eyes reopened and watched him, a soft smile stretching across her face. She nodded to him, she knew that she had certainly felt leagues better after a shower.

As he exited the room, she shimmied further up the bed until her head rested on the mountain of pillows just before the headboard. The back of her hands, her knuckles, idly brushed across it as she relaxed, her other hand resting on her flat belly. It rose and fell with her breaths, still rather heavy, but definitely calmed since their encounter at Gaal. And within a few minutes, she noticed him re-entering the room, sopping wet and feeling much better. At least, he looked as though he was feeling better, but just as he was running his hands through his hair to slick it back, she sensed that he was brushing his thoughts along with it. Such a contemplative partner he was… She’d noted several things about him in their travels, but his thoughts had been the most prominent. They were almost like Nightmares, plaguing him at all hours of the day, and moment he had any peace… he thought of her… of Annaleise. She was jealous… Had Dominiri thought of her that way when he had first gone…?

She was resting, comfortably until she’d heard him speaking again, speaking of having ordered food. She hadn’t thought about it until currently, but she was quite a bit hungry, and she was thankful to him for having even thought of something, when it had so easily slipped her own mind. She sat up, hugging her knees into her chest and smiling at him. “No, not forward at all… In fact, I’m glad you’d thought of it, as it’d slipped my mind… The food and the medical supplies… I suppose I am truly tired.” She chuckled softly. However, the position she was holding, her body proved to be far too sore to keep the position up, and she shifted, straightening her legs out and leaning back against the headboard. When he expressed that he wanted to discuss Gaal Castle at length, she felt her chest tighten again. She had so avoided talking about it, but now… with nothing to do but eat and chat… she couldn’t avoid it. “I just… wonder… What there is for me once it is all said and done… should the Castle truly hold her…” She mused, tearing her gaze away from him and to the ceiling. “I’ve not been able to think of much else. Not the dangers we will brave there, or even the little things I so used to enjoy. Not the night air, or the luxury of the room. For once, my mind remains on the same track…” She breathed, almost as if she were tired of the thoughts herself.

After a few moments of speaking, the food arrived, piping hot and very welcoming indeed. And they’d chatted, briefly as they ate before she finished and immediately began doctoring her wounds. That had been something she’d gotten very good at. He’d taught her many things, she was thankful that first aid had been among them. And once she secured the tape around her neck, covering the four perfect cuts along her throat, she shifted everything off of her bed and scurried beneath the covers, stretching out on her stomach beneath them. She closed her eyes. “Goodnight, Yuri…” She cooed softly. She felt herself drifting into what she knew would be a deep sleep. But, not before she felt words unconsciously sliding past her lips. “Sometimes, I wish I could travel with you forever… I’ll miss your company most of all…” And with this, she was out.

 

[Nox]

-- Yuri de Elias Schiffer ((Nox)), Liliana Greand ((Rogue)).
-- Azrael.
-- Red and Wolfe.
-- Captain Richter Michaelis. -- Luthra.​

They had found slumber ever so easy that night. Their fatigue was still evident from the previous exploration in the way that they slept. It was deep, their bodies seeking to revitalize after such an ordeal. It was hard pressed for anything to wake them. Then something did. Yuri lurched upwards, sitting straight up in bed. He thought he had heard something like a scream. His window was awash with flickering light. He thought this strange, so he twisted his body, swinging his legs over the bed. His feet touched the cold floor, helping to bring him out of his disorientation and he moved toward the window to see what was happening. He saw a startling image then. The skyline of the city was ablaze with fire. He turned and rushed toward Liliana, nudging her awake, "Liliana, wake. There is something happening outside. We must investigate." He reached over the bed once he saw her open her eyes, retrieving his blade. They didn't have time for them to gear up as they should, but even shirtless and barefoot, he was sure he would be able to do something. As he descended the stairs, taking them by threes, he was attaching the sheath to his wrist with the chain. He could smell the smoke wafting in from outside of the inn. With Liliana at his back, they burst through the door and out into the night. More importantly, they burst into pandemonium.

There were several bodies askew on the road and he could smell the smoke much more strongly now. His eyes darted across the landscape, looking for the sign of the commotion. He heard a scream and focused on it, trying to triangulate where it had come from. Once he felt he had a general idea of the direction, he moved toward it. His feet were beating against the dusty road, pounding a rhythm into his head. He happened upon a small child being assaulted by what seemed to be humanoid wolves, their fur matted with blood. He swung around in front of the child, brandishing his blade as one came forward. With a twist, he brought the blade across the air and returned to his position in front of the child, shielding her. The lifeless, headless body of the Feral struck the floor. He looked over the child's shoulder to Liliana, "It's the Feral." He lifted the child and began running forward, looking for a safe haven for her to remain. Two Ferals dropped down from a roof and began to pursue him, the child, and Liliana at that moment. He heaved the child into the air and toward Liliana, pivoting around on his foot to face them, "You beasts have nary a chance. Your mind works in too simple of a manner. You seek a meal? Dine in hell." He engaged them, but Liliana had long since left him to find a place for the child. It wasn't until about five or so minutes passed that he met up with her once more, a few scratches on his chest and splatters of blood on his shoulder, "Are you all right? We need to find Richter."

They journeyed out into the street again, amidst the chaos, looking for what was left of the militia or a sign of Richter. They crossed several bodies, some holding rifles yet dressed in regular clothing. That meant the attack was so sudden that even the Militia members at home with their families did not have time to dress, as they had been plagued with. They hurried through the winding streets, Yuri trying to listen for any sound that could lead them to survivors. While some of the city was burning, he noted that a large majority of it remained intact, which was good in his opinion. He rounded a corner and came in contact with Richter, who was being flung aside into a building. He rocked the wall and slid down. There was a gaping wound on one of his pectorals and several scratches. He looked dazed and disoriented. The man that had flung him began a casual walk toward Richter. Yuri called out toward him, "Finding sport in the wounded? A coward is easily noticeable." The man turned, as Yuri had wanted. He had long brown hair, covering one side of his face, swept in that position. The other side was covered in a red bandana that concealed his eye. He seemed dressed in a leather cloak, a large boa, so to speak, of wolf fur around his neck. He gave Yuri a fanged grin, "What a tasty little morsel has fallen into my lap. You hybrid, I will devour. As for your friend, shall I mount her like the bitch she is before I eat her? A most fitting death for her." Yuri narrowed his eyes and readied his blade. Then he noticed a woman sitting in a window near him, merely spectating. She wore a read cloak, but had springs of curly ebony hair protruding from the upturned hood. She was pretty, but she seemed out of place in comparison to this situation. The man before Yuri craned an ear toward her as she spoke, then looked back toward Yuri, "Lucky you. I come to believe you are one of the ones that invaded Gaal Castle, right? Soon you'll be meeting someone. He has such a surprise for you hybrid. Don't be late. Go to the square." The man twisted and took off, leaping into the air and planting a clawed hand into the building, hanging from it as he looked back to Yuri with a smile. He swung himself from his perched and toward the window where the girl was, entering through it. He landed on one knee and looked up to her, rising as he spoke, "We should have killed them. The girl looked tasty. I would have liked to ride her dead then savor her flesh. You're such a spoilsport, Red."

 

[Rogue]

Liliana had been sleeping, rather deeply and equally as well when Yuri roused her from her slumber, almost in panic. The minute her eyes popped open, she could smell smoke. Was the building on fire? She had barely been able to catch what he had said as she propelled herself from the sheets and after him, taking the steps in quick stride, although not as quickly as he had been taking them. The moment they exited the Inn, her body recoiled and her eyes widened. Was she dreaming? Was this some sort of Nightmare? Swallowing, she barreled after him, blonde curls tussling in the wind behind her. She looked as though she’d just gotten out of bed, this was for certain. And as they happened upon a distressed child, Liliana had switched from panic to motherly mode. She lead him, once he grabbed the child, heading to the only safe place she knew for a fact in town: Luthra’s shop. She’d leave the child there, and then would once more descend into this… Chaos.

Turning on her heel, she caught the small girl as he propelled her towards Liliana, huddling her lovingly against her chest. “You will be fine, dear child. Fret not, I have you.” She cooed gently to the trembling tyke. The girl clung to the front of Liliana’s dress, hiding her face in the Gypsy’s neckline, as if to shield her view from whatever carnage they may come across. And a good thing was such, Liliana thought. A child so young should not so eagerly be able to see such things. One hand at the child’s lower back, supporting it, Liliana pressed her other hand into the back of the child’s head, holding her there and keeping her sight clean and pure. Finally, she reached the store, bursting through the door and into the back where Luthra seemed to be gearing up and preparing herself. The white haired Pagan cast blue eyes at the child as Liliana set it down, making her way quickly over to the young girl and placing something around her neck. “Sol et luna suscipiet eam.” Luthra muttered before parting her lips to speak. “You, child, are not to move. You are to stay here, no matter what. Is this understood?” And once the child nodded in agreement, Yuri burst through the door. Mentally, Liliana felt relief upon seeing him, and soon they thrust themselves back out into the fray.

Luthra and Lou parted from them, Lou being sent back to watch the child, and Luthra on the hunt for any possible survivors, leaving Liliana and Yuri alone to find Richter. And after a few minutes and a few blocks, they had found him indeed, nearly dead, no doubt. And Yuri spoke, distracting the young man. The brown haired man spun on his heel, his head cocked back as he offered a smug grin in their direction. Confident to say the least. As he threatened the two of them, Liliana’s eyes fell on the beautiful woman sitting in the window, pale hands pressed into the frame. “Now, now, Wolfe. Hasn’t anyone told you not to play with your food? If you ride her to death, I fear you may be too tired to finish her off…” However, the glint of the blade seemed to cause her to recoil. “Stop.” She demanded, and he craned his ear to her. “The sword… leave them for him, Wolfe… Come play with me…” She purred. What was in store for the two of them was far worse than anything they could have done.

And soon, Wolfe complied, making his way up to her window. She smirked as he rose, her fingers brushing softly across rigid shoulders. She pouted softly. “If you rode her to death, you I beggar to think you would have naught a bit of energy left for me… Now, that’s just not fair...” Of course, they’d worked together for years, and Red couldn’t count how many times they’d needlessly ravished one another. Perhaps it was just something about a feral… Liliana looked towards Richter and then towards Yuri. “Yuri…” She breathed. She wasn’t sure what to do on the situation… but… it seemed that whatever was at the Square may be able to put a stop to this. It was then that Luthra joined them, her eyes darting immediately to Richter. She made her way to him and crouched down, running her fingers comfortingly through his hair before assessing his wounds. Quickly, she darted her head into their direction, grinding her teeth before she spoke. “The more time you waste, the more people will die. Go.” She demanded of them before turning her attention back to the wounded Captain.

Liliana needed not to be told twice, and she moved towards the square. She could already feel the cobblestone tearing at the skin on her bare feet as she ran. Perhaps she could have at least taken the time to put on shoes. But there had been no time for it then, just as there was no time for her to ponder on it now. She raced to the square, her hair billowing, her heart pounding, and her head reeling. What was in store for them?

 

[Nox]

So after their encounter, Yuri left Luthra to attend to Richter. He laid an unsteady hand on her shoulder, becoming racked with a fit of coughing before he spoke, "Just a flesh wound, right?" The chunk of flesh missing from his left pectoral was extensive, and blood flowing steadily. Along with the scratches and the man from before, it was easy to put together that he would, within three days, undergo the transformation into a Feral. He searched Luthra's eyes, "What is it?" He was met with nothing. He was reassured he would be fine. He helped her to help him stand, "The Lieutenant Colonel will be here tomorrow. He'll be disappointed in how I've left this town. I need to return to headquarters and round the rest of the soldiers up. We need to purge the city of these scoundrels." His wounds would not let him do this and he knew it, but he didn't want to think about being weak at this moment. He wanted to be strong, to be a soldier for the Militia and fight on, even through the pain he was experiencing. Luthra would fix him up and by tomorrow, he would sending a large force to eradicate those contemptible creatures. He pushed the door open to headquarters, rather weakly, stumbling inside with Luthra, "Leave me at my office. I can manage from there lover." He fumbled for the key in his pocket and pushed the three pronged shaft into the keyhole, twisting and unlocking it. He had her help him to his desk, where he came to be seated, leaning back in the plush leather seat, "You should go and assist Yuri and Liliana. They may need your cunning and your witchcraft, Luthra. I can manage until your return."

Yuri pushed himself into the air, twirling sideways, his blade ringing true through the air as he hurtled over a Feral, cleaving its head from maw to back in half. He landed with naught but one miss in his step, pushing forward still. There was no time. Whatever was at the fountain was the reason this was happening and if they put a stop to it, they could save the rest of this town and drive back these forces. He could see the square, the beautiful fountain in the distance. He immediately recognized the error; the water was red, like blood. Upon closer inspection, as they came closer to the square, he found several bodies strewn along the edge and in the fountain. He shook his head and pushed the thoughts from his mind. While they couldn't be saved, others could. He noticed the large congregation of soldiers surrounding something. That had to be where he was going. It had to be there. He alerted Liliana, "There Lil, the soldiers! Move for them!" They darted toward them, only to have to slide along the cobblestone as several of them were flung like rag dolls at them. Yuri used his palm to erect himself up, coming to a stop. Before him must have been the creature that caused this. The man was tall, around six six. He had long flowing ebony hair, like a darkened tapestry, silky and shiny. His eyes were hazel, but seemed to shift color. His face was beyond Yuri. It was concealed by a mask crafted of feathers, with a beak, resembling plague doctors. His chest was bare, save for the necklaces of different natures strewn across his pectorals and throat. There was fur lining a cloak that hung off his shoulders, the sleeves covering his hands. It flowed behind him, oddly, like a wedding dress, dragging the ground by several feet. This man was definitely unnatural. Yuri readied himself.

There was a roar from the window where Luthra and Richter had once been. The floor was littered with deceased bodies, blood splattered on the walls from the carnage that befell the people in that room. There was a knocking noise. It happened to be coming from Red as her shoulders struck the wall. Wolfe currently had his hand on her lower back, holding her bent over before him as he thrust inside of her, pounding away with a fervor of a dog. His length spread her with each dive into her depths, his hips rocking to and fro. His movements were wild and rough. He was pulling her into him every time he popped her forward with a quick thrust, making sure he invaded her to full extent of his length. His other hand reached up and pulled the hood back, allowing him to curl his fingers in her hair and yank it back. He growled again, then through gritted teeth spoke, "Nothing like the scent of death to really get you in the mood to fuck the brains out of something. What's that? Harder Red? Obliged." Though it seemed impossible, his hips moved more quickly then, the knocking against the wall coming in rapid succession with almost no lull. Their union was accompanied by the constant slapping of his testicles against her, adding to the sounds of sex in the room. The speed he took her only furthered his race to the edge and before long, he was gone. He expanded and released, flooding her with humungous bursts of semen, emptying himself without hesitation into her quivering, accepting hole. With but one more growl and roar, he had finished mounting her. He pulled out, letting the semen spill out of her and to the floor, turning around, "They're there. Straighten your knees out and let's go watch them die." By the time she had drawn her underwear back up, he was crouched on the windowsill. With a wink, he faced forward and leaped from the window.

The man seemed to glide toward them, drawn by some unseen force. Yuri yelled at him, which was one of the rare times she saw him display anger before strategy and levelheadedness, "ARE YOU THE ONE WHO CAUSED THIS? ANSWER ME CREATURE!" The man's lips, namely the right corner, twitched and then turned upward, carving a conceited grin on his face. The man spoke, his voice smooth as velvet, yet there was something...supernatural about it, "Why yes I am, Yuri de Elias Schiffer. You humans, and hybrid of course, touched my daughter and had the audacity to enter my abode without permission. This was wrought upon you because you created this." Yuri came forward, swinging the blade toward the man. There was a burst of black feathers, like those that belonged to crows, mingled with what seemed to be tendrils of shadow, expanding out and flowing through the air. The man was behind Yuri, but he sensed that, and twisted, bringing the blade behind him. Without moving this time, the man twisted to the side, avoiding the strike, to which Yuri swung the blade up and dropped, landing on his palm and bringing his right foot over, striking the pommel. This caused the blade to rush forward, tip pointed at the man, who again dissolved into the mess of feathers and tendrils. Yuri immediately swung his body around and twisted, snatching the blade by the hilt and pushing up, twisting his body in mid air. He swung the blade horizontally, letting it sail toward the man's head as he reappeared. Yuri landed, a smile crossing his face. Then the man tilted his head, revealing he had caught the blade between his fingers. Yuri's face dissolved quickly, "Surprised? How disappointing, Yuri. Your sister spoke highly of your skill." Yuri's eyes widened but all Liliana could see was him being flung back into the wall. And within that moment, the man appeared in front of her, turning his head to look at her from the side before he appeared before Yuri again. It was then she saw Yuri's own sword protruding from his chest. And then the man snapped the blade off and buried the broken end in the side of Yuri's neck, turning toward her.

He seemed to be contemplating on killing her as he glided toward her. He was intimidating. But then he allowed her passage to Yuri without harm, "Hardly worth dirtying my hands. Him and you, human girl." He touched his throat and something seemed to rush into the air. His voice echoed, crowding the city as he spoke, "Denizens, my name is Azrael, ruler of Gaal Castle. This plight tonight was caused by your ignorance and your arrogance. You dare to enter my home, mere humans, and dabble in matters unbecoming of insects. Your time is nigh. From this moment forward, every night, at the stroke of midnight until the dawn, this town will be assaulted as it was tonight, until rendered ash. Ask your God for forgiveness. Find nothing. Your blame can only be placed on yourself. To save yourself suffering, a local apothecary I have left intact offers several varieties of poison. I suggest you spend your working Ell on a quantity enough for yourself. Do it for your children. Share the same fate with them. If you truly loved them, you wouldn't want them, along with every person in this town, raped, pillaged, and murdered, now would you? This is the law. Resign yourself to your fate. We return at midnight. The dawn approaches." The man looked at Liliana, then up to the rooftop at Wolfe and Red. Wolfe let out a howl that seemed to resonate through the area. The Feral began to withdraw back to the castle and when Liliana looked again, they both were gone, as was Azrael. She didn't even notice until then he had slaughtered the soldiers that were surrounding him only previously. She was alone now. She was left with nothing but a dying Yuri in a pile of his blood and the burning of the city.

 

[Rogue]

Luthra’s gaze was… sympathetic. He seemed to have no idea. And quite honestly, Luthra didn’t have the heart to tell him. He was so proud of his position in the Militia. And instantly, her chest tightened more. Nothing was going to be the same for him in three days time. She felt his hand on her shoulder, shaking. “You’re going to be fine… Come.” She said, helping him stand. She guided him to his office, letting him speak of what needed to be done. She knew that the minute the Militia found out about him, that they would not allow him to remain with them. She headed in with him, setting him in his chair and pressing her hand to his cheek. She stroked his thumb lovingly as he suggested that Liliana and Yuri would need her. She shook her head, leaning forward and pressing her lips to his own bloody lips. She hadn’t wanted to go, but she knew he was going to push her to them. She kissed his forehead. “Don’t leave your chair until I return, lover… You’ve lost a lot of blood.” She kissed him again before leaving, quickly.

Liliana followed after Yuri, ducking and dodging mostly. Yuri seemed to have it all under control, after all. She rushed towards the town square. The color of the water was not immediately obvious to Liliana until she was able to see the bodies littered around the rim. She inhaled sharply, a gasp. She covered her mouth before she heard Yuri’s demand reaching her ears. Her head quickly jerked towards the soldiers before rushing towards them. Of course, she had to duck to avoid the flying bodies before she could finally lift her head and see who had flung the bodies. He was… a stunning man to say the least, but there was something about his presence, just something about him being there that uneased Liliana. She bit her lower lip before looking towards Yuri who seemed to be readying himself for combat. This was going to prove to be… trouble.

The smell of death in the room was almost overwhelming, and blood had been effectively smeared across her chest, and along her thighs. Her hands were pressed, palm flat, into the wall as he worked feverishly into her, pushing her against the wall each time he drove into her. Red and Wolfe had always shared an… odd relationship, but one thing that could be assured was their sexlife. It was consistent, never seemed to change. She moaned loudly, although the sound was dwarfed in comparison to his own roars. Her clawed fingers curled into the wall, further ruining the integrity. She felt her hood falling loose of her head before his fingers tangled in it, violently jerking it back. And with a grunt, her head followed his tug. She listened to him as he husked his dirty talk through gritted teeth at him. Soon after, she felt him quicken his pace, her knees threatening to buckle beneath her. It was… wonderful. Her eyes rolled softly before pinching tightly closed. Her teeth gritted together as she whimpered, his onslaught causing her shoulders and her breasts to press into the wall on occasion. And as she felt him unloading himself into her, she cried out, her body trembling in his grasp. Demon or not, an orgasm affected anyone the same. It plagued her until she pulled himself from her, allowing his seed to spill out onto the floor beneath her. She turned her back into the wall before leaning down and pulling her underwear back up. She ran her fingers through her hair to straighten it out and glanced over at him as he winked at her from the window sill. Red smirked, tugging up her hood and straightening her simple white dress out before propelling herself after him.

Liliana wasn’t sure what to do. Yuri was so angry, but she could tell by the way the man moved that she was far outmatched. She wouldn’t last two seconds in a battle with him, much less that long near him. She felt terror tearing through her chest as she watched the fight unfold. It seemed as though even Yuri was outmatched. And for that to be the case, if it were, they were in some serious trouble. She made her way to move towards him as he was flung, the man appeared before her, causing her to jump back. She felt… frozen in her place. His hazel gaze was almost like ice, chilling her to the very core. And soon, he was gone, appearing before Yuri and inflicting the aforementioned injuries. Liliana’s chest tightened. Another motion to move forward before he seemed to turn towards her. Intimidating wasn’t the correct word to describe this man, however, she was glad he allowed her to move past him without harm. She had completely ignored his words before crouching down beside Yuri, brushing her palm across his forehead and then pressing her hand to his shoulder.

His voice boomed over the area, causing the Gypsy to turn her head towards him. Luthra had just entered the square at this point, and her chest was heaving from having rushed there. It had all happened so quickly. Ice blue eyes jerked from Yuri’s injured form to the fair skinned man voicing his damnation over the city due to their intrusion. Her brows furrowed. Devils could be so… self important. She moved towards Yuri and Liliana, now choosing to disregard the tall ebony haired male. Before she could speak, she glanced up towards Red and Wolfe, standing on the rooftops. Red had her hand pressed to her hip, and her head was cocked upwards, confidently as Wolfe seemed to call his troops back. Once this was done, and they were all gone, Luthra spoke. “Foolish boy. You haven’t partaken in the vial I gave you… have you?” She questioned, causing Liliana to jerk her head back towards Luthra. The Pagan curled her fingers around the offending items and yanked them free, jerking Lilana’s arm. “Don’t complain. And don’t speak, Hybrid.” She forced open the Gypsy’s palm and placed the blade inside of it. She closed her hand around the blade before jerking it out, causing her to wince. “Keep it in a fist, and don’t let your skin touch his lips.” Luthra held the Methuselah’s head still while Liliana held the bleeding wound over his mouth, allowing a few healthy drops to slide passed his lips and along his throat before Luthra forced her to pull away, ripping a bit of her skirt and wrapping the gash up.

“Too many injuries… I’ll die by morning. Take him to the shop. Do not dilly dally.” She demanded before standing. She rushed towards the Militia headquarters to tend to Richter. It took her all of fifteen minutes to patch him up, which was just enough time for Liliana to get Yuri in the shop and to the back. Luthra did not offer many words to Richter, it was obvious she was both in a hurry and overwhelmed. She left him heading into the store and bee-lining to the back, ignoring Lou’s concerned whimper. She emptied one vial into his mouth of the synthetic nutrition, and then another before she finally began fussing over the wounds that were taking longer than needed to heal. And this would be the end of the city, it would seem…

 

[Nox]

Richter lifted his head when she entered the room. He lolled his head and tried to focus on her. She could tell he was starting to feel the affect of losing so much blood. As testament to that perceived notion, the phone was on the floor, knocked from its cradle. When she began to patch him up he just laid there, allowing her to work over him. After all, he was far too weak to struggle. He felt nauseous. So very sick. He listened to her brief words of reassurance and then as she told him she needed to attend to her. He waved her off with a flippant motion, "Go. Be safe." As she left the room, he leaned forward in the chair, striking his forehead against the desk. He needed to rest. So he did. Yuri was defeated, for the first time in years. This also was the first time he had sustained injuries this bad since that time. He could hear them talking, discussing the situation and the condition he was in. He just felt to weak to even speak. Even when she asked him of the synthetic blood he had forgotten to take, he could not find the strength to answer her. Before long, even after feeding from the vial she had given him, he felt the need to rest. He looked over at Liliana, at her eyes. She had seemed so intimated. So afraid. So alone. He wished with all his might there was a way she would never feel that again. He wanted for her to feel safe with him, but that impossible when he couldn't even save himself. So with a shift he let his eyes close and wandered into the land of sleep.

The dawn came as predicated and the people of Vallacre were working to rebuild their city. There seemed to be open disdain for the Militia as they took their posts. The medics had come and gone, patching what they could, Richter included. He hobbled outside of the headquarters one a crutch, looking at the men there, "The Lieutenant Colonel will arrive tonight at 0100. We will need to send an escort to meet him. I have informed the General of our situation and we have informed others of our dire situation. They pledge reinforcements will be here on the eve of the fifth day from now. We also sent a special request to the Order of the Black Crown. They have dispatched a warrior from their Purifier ranks to assist. I know sparing only one person seems foolish, but I have been informed he is one of their best and will prove a valuable asset to our cause. We will have watch from this moment forward. We require all troops to rest and be ready to pull shift from midnight to the dawn. That means at 1300 you will be released, save for a few men who will stand watch, and return at 2200 for preparations. This city must be protected, no matter the cost. In the meantime, until your shift is over, I ask that you assist the citizens in rebuilding their town, nay, our town. We will hold a memorials service for the soldiers who valiantly perished last night on the week's end. Please attend. Company! Attention! At my command of 'Fall out', fall out and assume your responsibilities. Fall out!" He turned, looking back at them one last time before he returned to the headquarters to handle the politics of what happened the previous night.

The beads to the back room of Luthra's shop parted and Richter was revealed to her, hobbling ever closer. He gave her a soft smile, "I'm glad to see you sought rest after your trials last night. Thank you for the immediate attention. Everything was much easier with naught but your touch. In promising news, I received a profile from the medics. That means I have a reason to forgo physical training and I get to move around like an automaton with this spectacular crutch. Joking aside, I came with a favor. I need you to help place enchantments and barriers around the town. We will need it to protect from the next assault. I know I can trust you to do it. I will naturally, as commanding officer here, accompany you and assist you in whatever manner you need." He was watching her eyes while speaking to her and he continued to notice the sadness behind him. He finally had to ask, "Luthra, what is it? Are you all right? You have watched me with those pitiful eyes this entire time. Tell me, has something become of Lou? Were you harmed? I must know why you have such an air and look about you." He lowered himself to the booth using the crutch, grimacing from the pain that thrashed through his leg and chest. Then he listened to what she had to say with full ears.

 

[Rogue]

Thoughts plagued Liliana all night, so much so that she hadn’t gotten any sleep. Her mind had been reeling. Had she really been helpless last night…? There had been nothing she had been able to do… Yuri had been nearly killed, Luthra had been overwhelmed, even Richter almost met his end… and what had she done? She hugged her knees to her chest, staying out of the way while Luthra had tended to him. She pressed her chin to the top of her knees, gazing into nothing in particular. She was scared… intimidated… and currently… she felt hopeless. She couldn’t help him… she couldn’t even help herself. She felt him slip into a restless sleep, and the tears came.

Luthra watched the girl, feeling instantly sorry for her, but unable to voice it. In fact… even if she had voiced it, there would have been little to nothing that she could do for the girl. Unless… She knew the girl’s issue, her helplessness, and the Pagan began to muse on a way to solve this problem. She was gone most of the night, switching back and forth between Yuri and Richter until the medics came about and took Richter off of her hands. That minute, she headed back to the shop and immediately fell into her own well deserved sleep.

The next day, she was roused awake by Richter entering her room, and she listened to his playful banter and his tasteful jokes before he finally brought up the question she knew he would voice. She felt her sadness seem to seep into her bones before she licked her lips. She let him settle down near her before she offered him a sympathetic smile before she finally parted her lips. “The man who attacked you last night was a Feral…” She paused, a dramatic pause before she continued. “You survived the attack… but… in three days… You will…” She chewed on her lip before finally finishing. “You will no longer be human… You will… transform.” She finished. Saying it out loud made her feel even worse… Not to mention that she had looked at every book she had owned last night, trying to find some kind of cure, something… But there had been nothing….

Liliana was sitting in bed next to Yuri, stroking her fingers through his hair, lovingly. She wasn’t sure if he could feel her there, after all that happened last night. She knew he was exhausted. Hell, she was exhausted. Both mentally and physically. But she couldn’t help it, she hadn’t been able to sleep. She rubbed her face before leaning back into the headboard and letting her mind drift to the previous events. The way he’d looked at her. Azreal hadn’t even been worried about her, had been… almost unmoved by her presence. Had let her brush passed him and get to Yuri… because… he… didn’t believe that she could help him. Had she helped him…? “I’m sorry…” She spoke, but to no one in particular. She was too weak, she was just human… With all the training in the world… she would never be enough.

 

[Nox]

Regardless of the amount she toyed with his hair, Yuri was cold to the world, oblivious of her presence. His fatigued had finally caught him. It was almost as if he was in a coma, which in the world of the Methuselah, he was. He had burned too much blood, well, he had not meant to. His regeneration had taken over and was forcing him to burn blood he didn't have. Coupled with the wounds, it proved too much for his body. Maybe it was even the fact that his father's sword now lay in three separate pieces. It was irreparable at this point. Now amount of forging could restore it to its former glory. And so the day drifted along until Noon's Eye came, at yet he still had not moved an inch. Liliana's apology fell on deaf ears.

Richter took in the information he had been given by Luthra. His lips were pursed, his thoughts a filthy sea of expletives and depression. He fought through it, "So I'll become a Feral. Well, you always said I was a dog." His smile wavered, even with his joke. He swallowed and then continued, "You'll...help me through it right? I don't know if I could do this by myself. I would feel better if you were there with me. After all, you are the only woman I've ever loved and your touch can still even the most ravenous beast dwelling with me." It was in that moment he had finally declare his real feelings for her. She would have probably guessed all along he might have been in love with her, but now it was there, in the open. He leaned further back into the booth, "If I will be discharged from the Militia, it matters not. I will stay in Vallacre to protect you and these people. Above all else, this town will stay intact whether I am Captain Richter Michaelis or Richter Michaelis. Mayhaps I'll even hire myself out as a mercenary. You know I've always dreamed of that life, anyway. Free of the politics of being an Officer. Free to travel and do what you want. I know how to handle myself in a fight and with these new found powers, I'll be even more formidable. This change will be sudden, but at least now I'll be able to keep up with your longevity." He pulled himself to his feet, settling the crutch underneath his arm and steadying himself as he looked over toward her, "Come lover. We have a city to prepare for war against the darkness. 'A poison seeps through this land, like a darkness, threatening to envelop all. I am the shield that shall drive back that corruption.' My father used to say that all the time."

Azrael paced along his mausoleum, the long robe trailing behind him, twisting in confusion with every turnaround. He finally set his eyes on Red and Wolfe, "While your performance was as intended, I feel you might perform even more splendidly if you would refrain from mounting each other like stupid beasts every time one of you is aroused. These humans will use that. Would you both like to die while in the comfort of each other? To die like dogs, buried in each others crotches?" Wolfe opened his mouth and Azrael was before him, swinging his hand. He struck Wolfe in the mouth and lifted him into the air, causing him to spin wildly several times before striking the wall with a hard impact. He slid to the floor and brought him to one knee, Azrael addressing him, "No answer you could provide would be one I enjoyed." He cut his eyes toward Red, "And you....Are you proud of being mounted, of being the bitch whore to some lesser creature than yourself, a demon? A succubus, no less. I understand your desires, but even your kind must have standards. Leave me. It is time I now spend with my wife, not in the presence of promiscuous idiots." Wolfe stood, bowing his head and leaving through the large double doors and into the atrium, which would lead them to the courtyard. He spoke not a word to Red as they traveled together until they reached the innards of the main section of the castle, "I don't care what he says. You're mine." He turned and left her there, alone in the huge, empty halls.

 

[Rogue]

Liliana could do nothing but sit there. And by the time Noon’s Eye fell she had literally fallen into a deep unintentional sleep. However, she didn’t sleep for long. After an hour, she stood and made her way to the balcony. Would she be… less of a burden on him if she left? She wondered if maybe he wouldn’t do better if she wasn’t weighing him down. She turned and leaned against the rail, looking in at him. He looked peaceful. Had she not known what was truly going on, she might have assumed he was sleeping soundly. Again, had she known any better. Clara had offered her food, but she had turned it down. She’d lost her appetite. She made her way back into the room and tore open another vial, forcing the contents passed his lips, as she’d been instructed to do by Luthra. She could combat the Feral at least. Although passed that she wouldn’t be much help. She was dressed, her wounded feet bandaged. She stretched out across her bed, on her back before forcing her eyes to close. Maybe she could reach him in sleep…

Luthra could tell his jokes were dry, and though he’d tried to press a humorous edge on the situation, she was more than aware that he found no humor in it at all. Her eyes remained sympathetic, and she smiled at his joke before he continued. Her smile faded into a frown, back into the previous expression she’d been wearing. He’d finally expressed his love to her, something that he’d been avoiding for some time now. She stood when he did, pressing her hand softly to his shoulder. She leaned up, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. “I will stay with you, Richter. Always.” She had already made that decision, even before he’d asked her to stay with him. She curled her fingers into the fingers of his good hand and made his way out. She smiled inwardly at his statement before preparing herself to protect the city.

Red stood, dumbfounded and rigid and intimidated by the man looming before them. Her gaze jerked towards Wolfe as he flew, only to be distracted by Azreal’s rage turning on her. She enjoyed Wolfe. What was so bad about this? He planned on destroying an entire town for a woman he’d been unable to get on his own. Red’s brows furrowed, but she kept her mouth clamped shut. She didn’t mind Wolfe ‘mounting her like a bitch whore’ anymore than Azrael truly cared about it. He was angsty, needed something to bitch about, and he was turning on his Generals, so it seemed. Red and Wolfe had done what they had been sent to do and then some. However, when he told them to leave, Red could do little more than comply, despite how her chest screamed at her to scream at him. She knew better than to open her mouth. Red bowed her head and exited, following alongside Wolfe until they center of the Castle. She turned her head towards him as he verbally laid claim to her. And then he left her. It figured. She tugged her hood down, away from her head before she made her way back to where she would rest.

 

[Nox]

Richter moved through the town with Luthra and Lou at his side. As he hobbled along, he let a hand fall to the head of the wolf, stroking his fur. He did it absentmindedly, more as a comfort to himself then anything else. People were in the streets, repairing their homes and buildings. He stopped momentarily, helping a small child lift a toolbox and carry it to her father. Her father seemed less than interested in receiving help from a member of the Militia, though Richter cared not. He handed the man the tools he wanted and then hobbled along with Luthra, "Where do you suppose we would start? The place I likely to be the spot we need to focus on is the entrance leading from Gaal Castle. Now they will most certainly force their way through eventually and move around, but I have the soldiers crafting a means to slow their assault. They are preparing traps and will kill a majority and at least slow their numbers as they come. However, your barriers are strong, when given time. But time is something we do and can not afford, unfortunately. There is less than twelve hours until Midnight's Call." They came to the edge of the entrance that would be their focal point. He held her bag for her, letting her rummage through it and pull the the items she needed from it and use it in her ritual to summon a barrier for protection. He could do nothing more for the time than be a stationary companion and a way for her to access her trinkets and babbles as needed. He watched her work and realized how lucky he truly was. She was an amazing woman, personality wise, beauty wise, spiritual wise, and just perfect in every way he thought possible for a woman.

There was a small nudge to Liliana and she came to see, once she opened her eyes, that Yuri was sitting up in bed, looking to her. Before she could speak, he cut her off, "Thank you Liliana. For being at my side last night. Without you, I beggar to think I would be lost now. You truly are a strong and beautiful woman and I am lucky to have you as my companion in life." He watched her eyes, noticing the thoughts plaguing her mind, "Is there something amiss?" When she explained, he laid his hand over her own, "Lil, without you I wouldn't know where to begin. Your prowess on the battlefield is nothing, is triumphed by the strength you give me and the resolve to continue down this path cursed by the dark gift. I will forever be in your debt, you see. I trust no other as I trust you. I do not care how you fight, as long as you are at my back. I let my body be weak and my mind be clouded by the actions of the previous night. That is something I shall never again allow to happen." It was then she brought him the pieces of his father's sword. He ran his hand along the tarnished blade, the fragment pieces broken like his heart. But then something unexpected happened: he gave her a smile. He looked up from the pieces to her, "No matter, as long as you are safe. The sword was old and this was bound to be its fate. Your safety is more important than an heirloom." He swung his legs around, touching her own with them. He laid his forearm across his abdomen, still reeling from the wound from the other night.

Richter packed up the items she had used in her bag and then turned around, hobbling back along the street with Luthra so they could move to another area and perform the ritual. He righted his crutch and then looked over to her as they walked, "We will reinforce it once more when 2200 comes around. Once these barriers are erected, I will allow you some rest in preparation for tonight. While I cannot count on Yuri for the night, I am sure Liliana will be willing to help. Would you think that too forward of me? She may wish to remain by Yuri's side in order to keep his company and cater to his needs. What do you think of this?" When she responded, he gave a nod of understanding, "We are outnumbered, but we were ill prepared in the night. This will not happen again. Together we will see this through and combat this darkness. We will show it a light it has never seen, blinding and banishing it in the process. When the time comes, I wish for you to meet the Lieutenant Colonel when he arrives tonight. He is a righteous man. You will need to know him in order to work with him. I feel as if even though I will soon be severed from the Militia, he will not hesitate to employ me through other means, if only temporary until this problem is solved. We also need to take the time to discuss exploring Gaal Castle during the day. If we can advance on them before they advance on us, we might be able to cut the head from this hydra and ensure it shan't regrow twofold."

 

[Rogue]

Lou, being a canine by another name, rather enjoyed the gentle and absent minded stroking that Richter had been doing. But, Lou being an intelligent canine, knew that most of the time when people stroked his fur, they were In need of some kind of comfort. Luthra and Lou both stopped as he helped the young girl, carrying the toolbox to the man. Luthra noticed the displeasure in the man’s eye and parted her lips to speak. “Hating the Militia will not rebuild your home, and it will not bring back the fallen. They are doing everything they can to protect you. And your child. They are attempting to compensate for their mistakes, and if you are not enough of an adult to appreciate what they are doing for you, then the effort I’m going to expend erecting this barrier around an ungrateful town is wasted. And I don’t like wasting my efforts. Be mindful to count your blessings, instead of holding a grudge.” And with that, they were moving again. Luthra knew that Richter would be silent about how the man acted, but she could not find it in her. Grown men behaving like children. As they began moving, Lou pressed his side into Richter as he walked. And Luthra paid close attention as he spoke. “The entrance should indeed be our first priority. I’ll likely be erecting barriers all night…” She mused. Which, admittedly, was going to exhaust the Pagan. But, perhaps some things were worth exhaustion. Even if she didn’t think so, she would have still erected the barriers. Honestly, Luthra would have done anything. Anything at all for Richter. Perhaps, in that sense, she betrayed her own feelings. It was possible that she could love him… she certainly cared a great deal for the man. More so than she had cared for anyone. Well, any man. It was simple to say that she loved Lou just as much. She pulled things out of her bag, they were oddly shaped, and made even stranger noises. She husked in Latin, her voice naught but a whisper on the wind and she began her work, erecting the barrier to protect the, as stated before, ungrateful city.

Liliana looked absolutely exhausted. However, obvious excite had entered her eyes when she noticing him sitting up. She pressed herself up onto her hands and parted her lips, but he cut her off. And the more he spoke, the more she felt the previous excitement being replaced once more with the depressing melancholy that had kept her awake. And then, he questioned that look. She looked up at him, almost like a frightened child before she pushed her back into the headboard and spoke. “I… was… helpless. I couldn’t do anything. He wasn’t concerned with me. It was… I was useless to you. I couldn’t help or protect you, or Richter… and I couldn’t help Luthra… I couldn’t do anything.” She had her hands in her lap, and before long she felt his fingers closing around the aforementioned hand. She looked back up at him as he began to speak once more. She watched him, feeling her chest tighten with each word he spoke to her. And finally, when he finished, she thought she might explode into tears. However, she restrained herself. Instead, standing to retrieve the pieces of the sword and lay them in front of him. “The... blacksmith said that there was… nothing that he could do short of melting it and rebuilding it.” She breathed out, seeing the sorrow take over his face. And she felt her own heart break. And then, out of nowhere, a smile twisted across his face. She rested back onto her back as he spoke, still feeling her own exhaustion, but she kept her gaze on him. She wasn’t sure if the tears she felt coming were of happiness, or something entirely different. As she felt his legs brush across hers, she closed her eyes, the action alone forcing the tears to spill. Once he questioned her about them, she shook her head. “Just… realizing how fortunate I am…” … to have someone keep me around for merit. She finished in her mind. “You should rest… Luthra said you may be out of commission for a while… She left me with a few vials, but she said we should only use them when the previous vial burned out, to maximize usefulness…”

Luthra moved with him, Lou once more pressing comfortingly into him as they moved. She felt him glancing over, but she kept her icy gaze forward on the path before them. When he was done speaking, she parted her lips. “Liliana will want to stay with Yuri, although her willingness to help is undeniable. If you feel you require her services, she may leave Yuri’s side if you request it.” Although Luthra was sure that he would not. Luthra could read the pain in Liliana’s eyes before. Not just a self-worth pang, but a pang of words in her heart she was unsure of. Emotions she could not quite put her finger on, although Luthra saw them well. Luthra knew her story, knew of her brother. And she knew that Liliana’s brother had been warmly replaced in her heart, over a year’s time. The image of the man she traveled with sliding into place. Her thoughts, however, were cut short as Richter began speaking once more. “But of course. I will meet the Lieutenant colonel, and I have no doubt that he will request your help. Human or no, the Militia will come to realize the asset they have lost. They will want to keep you close by any means. The same way you have kept me close these many years. As far as the Castle is concerned, invading them during the day is a necessity. Although, we should avoid placing any traps within the Castle. I’ve no doubt the Tall Devil will know exactly where if we do. If we cut down their numbers by day, surely it will wound him. But it will also enrage him. Do keep in mind, as we will likely do this, the further the cut grows at the base of that tree, the heavier the top of it will become, and the harder it shall fall.”

 

[Nox]

The last of the barriers had come to be erected before the eve had set. Richter hobbled along the streets back toward the headquarters with her, "We will do what we must. It is that simple. Tomorrow I will begin to draw together the best soldiers I have so that we might have a steady team to explore that damnable castle. I will not begin until Yuri and Liliana are capable of going. They of course are going to lead the expedition. I will need you to stay here, in case they decide to attack us during the day light hours also. You will be needing rest, just like the rest of us." He stopped before a vendor, purchasing two red apples that look succulent. He handed one to her, about to replace his money. He stopped and paid for yet another apple, retrieving it and replacing the pouch back into the pocket of his slacks. He leaned over, laying the apple before Lou. He rubbed his own apple against his uniform and took a bite, the skin crunching as his teeth broke through it. He chewed for several seconds before swallowing and continuing, "These are the best apples I've ever had. It's the simple things that drive me to do this. These people need us to protect them, regardless of how they feel about us. If we were to leave, then they would be up in arms we left them defenseless." Again they began to walk along the streets, heading back to the headquarters.

Yuri listened to Liliana, ever observant of the pain she held. When she mentioned the vials of blood and him resting, he shook his head, "I cannot. They will need us. The both of us. Their cavalry will not arrive for a few days more. Until then, I cannot rest. I hope you understand. If things do get bad, I would prefer to be out there on the field, dying as a warrior, than to meet my death while resting in a bed. For now, you should get some rest. If you are going to join us tonight, you will need to be well rested." He set his eyes out the window, as the sun was beginning to dwindle behind the forest line, "Soon it will begin again. This time we will be more prepared, you understand. Last time we were rushed and not at our full capabilities. Never again. This time no one will die because of my arrogance." He laid the pieces of the blade on the night stand and moved over in the bed, "Come and lay next to me Liliana." When she did, he pulled the covers over her and leaned back, one hand behind his head. His other was on his chest, his eyes fixated to the ceiling. Another assault tonight. He had heard everything they said while he rested, he was just too fatigued to respond to signal he was conscious. He needed to be stronger, but more importantly, he needed a blade to fight. He would have to leave soon to acquire one. He let his eyes wander to her sleeping form. She could have died because of his recklessness. If anything had happened to her, it would have been his fault. All of his fault.

Richter was almost to the square when his eyes set on Yuri exiting the Seven Port Inn. Richter raised the arm not supported by the crutch and called his name. Yuri looked to him, "Richter. It's good to see that you are fine. As it is for you, also, Luthra." He nodded his head at them and continued along until Richter stopped him once more, "Where are you heading? You must rest." Yuri looked to him, "I am going to a smith to melt my father's sword down and have them craft one for me. My own sword, forged from heritage. I will be joining your ranks tonight in defense of Vallacre." Richter shook his head, "I cannot permit that Yuri. Your wounds were very severe." Yuri stared at him defiantly, "As were yours, yet you shall be there. I am more capable, as a halfling. I will join you. It is not your decision. I may choose to rest when your soldiers arrive, but until then you need me. You know this much is true. Like it or not. If you will excuse me..." He left without another word. Richter watched him go and then looked to Luthra, "Seems my place has been found and I have been put there. I hope he knows what he is doing. Shall we?" And once more they were off, journeying to the headquarters of the Militia. Luckily it was only a short walk from the edge of the square to there. He opened the door for her when they arrived and stole away to his office. He let her and Lou make themselves comfortable with drinks and sat behind the desk, leafing through papers, "The politics of this situation is headache inducing. I will be glad when the Lieutenant Colonel is here and can resume his position as the higher ranking officer. A burden shall be lifted, indeed."

 

[Rogue]

Luthra turned her head towards him as he began to speak. She kept a steady pace, although a bit slowed. She wanted to be sure she didn’t stress his injuries. She could already see the discomfort in his stature, although he was doing very well to hide such. “As you wish… And I agree… We should wait for the two of them…” She responded, taking the apple and looking down into the shiny red skin. She’d always so enjoyed fruits, more so than meat. She bit into her own apple, gingerly wiping juices from her chin as they escaped from the flesh of the fruit. Lou wagged his tail lovingly, dipping his head down and taking the fruit’s stem within powerful maws, but not devouring it, simply allowing it to dangle from his mouth. He wanted to get to a spot when he could lie down to enjoy his treat. Lou would eat anything places in front of him, quite honestly. Fruits, meats, paper, plastic. Typical of a canine, one would think. Luthra began walking with him as he started moving again, listening carefully to his words. He was correct, and that annoyed her even worse about the inhabitants of this city. Unappreciative either way, bitter and distasteful regardless of what actions are taken or outcomes come from said action. But, in essence, he was being the bigger individual. The better man, so to speak. Luthra admired that about him, amongst other things. Lou padded happily at their side, the shiny red apple dangling from his maw as if it were some sort of golden prize.

Liliana assumed he could read her like a book. She wiped her face and listened to him as he spoke. He was… so brave. And he was right. And she felt the same way. She’d rather die trying, die tired, then die cowering somewhere like an injured fox being hunted down by the hunter. She smiled softly. She nodded once he finished. “Of course… But…” She stopped herself, as he began speaking again. She clamped her mouth shut. How could he have considered it arrogance? Perhaps ignorance, as neither of them were aware or even prepared. They’d been roused from a deep sleep and immediately tossed into chaos. She watched him set the pieces of his beloved blade aside. She felt… heavy. Perhaps this was due to being tired? She moved from her spot, crawling beneath the covers as he had requested. She felt him tugging the covers over her form, although sleep seemed far away again. What was she going to do if she was in the same position tonight? She couldn’t just sit back and watch, she’d have to do something. She’d have to be brace… just like him. And she would be. She wouldn’t disappoint him… she couldn’t. If she let him down again… it could be the last time. She shook her head and turned it into the pillow. She didn’t want to think about that… it was not a good mindset for what was in store anyhow. She forced her body into an uncomfortable and restless sleep. Her body was still, and she was asleep, but her muscles were stiff, almost rigid.

Luthra had also seen Yuri, and to say she was surprised to see him up and moving about would be a lie. She hadn’t anticipated him wanting to lay back and lick his wounds, regardless of what he needed to do. Luthra offered him a smile as he spoke to them, then opting to let the two of them talk it out. She knew Yuri was going to be resistant to the request of rest. And knew very likely that he would not let it happen, if Liliana could not quell him, she was certain that they would have no chance. Lou, however, was rather happy to see the hybrid up and moving, and the large, curled tail began to wag back and forth with an almost violent feverishness. Luthra patted the top of his head, calming him. Lou was smart enough to know not to jump onto Yuri’s chest, although he so longed to do that very thing. She watched Yuri turn away before turning an amused gaze to her lover, a coy smile tugging at her features. “I am sure he is aware. The two of you are more similar than you know… You’ll both die tired.” She chuckled playfully before turning and walking with him towards the headquarters. She would have to commend Lou for his self-restraint later. He’d not jumped onto Yuri, and he still had not torn into the apple that Richter had purchased for him. She, herself, was still chewing on her own, although by the time they’d reached the headquarters, she’d finished it. She kept the core, opting to give it to Lou when they settled. Lou rested on the floor by a couch, one Luthra had taken to lying down on. He then began to eat his apple, his tail wagging softly as Luthra placed the core to her apple near his muzzle. Was it his birthday? Luthra’s gaze fell to Richter. “I am certain… however, I worry of Liliana. She seemed… plagued last night. I don’t believe she’s ever dealt with anything like what we face… But she won’t take lightly to being told to sit back. In fact, I imagine she and Yuri will share that reaction.”

 

[Nox]

Yuri traveled along the denizens, moving through the square and out into an area of the city where he had last found the blacksmith. He had enjoyed the work he had done with the blade when it came to sharpening and polishing it. He was certain the man would be able to craft a fine blade from just the materials he would be given. A blade he could call his own. A blade to bring an end to this journey. He leaned his shoulder into the door, pushing it open and allowing him to spill in from outside in a fluid motion. He laid a hand on the counter top, his other hand reaching into his heavy coat and retrieving the pieces of the blade in the cloth. He laid them on the counter when the smithy finally noticed him. He wiped his brow with a rag and stepped to the counter, "Back again?" Yuri unfolded the cloth, revealing the broken blade. The smithy's eyes were pained. Interested. Yuri noted the reaction and continued, "This blade holds significance to me. I wish for you to melt it and apply it to the forgery of a new blade entirely. I wish it to be one of your finest masterpieces. Can I rely on you for that?" The man looked up to Yuri, "I told you the blade was strained. Right shame it is. Such a fine blade it was. Expertly crafted. Resilent. Strong. I can craft what you want. You need not worry about payment. A Captain from the Militia phoned ahead not ten minutes prior, informing me that a man would bring three broken pieces of a blade in, with long ebony hair. I was to make the best blade I had ever made and make it the strongest and the Militia would compensate me handsomely. You'd be surprised the motivation you receive from the prospect of a large payment, friend. In order to craft a blade of that caliber though, I'm afraid I would need a day and a half's time. Can you spare that?" Yuri slid the pieces forward, "I can, but I must ask to purchase a replacement in the mean time. Tonight I must stand the line." The man nodded and brought him a new weapon from the back. This blade was fine and it was apparent he was in the line of making superior blades. Yuri unattached the chain from his sheath and laid it before the man, "One last note. I require a reinforced sheath with this exact chain placed on it as you see before you." The smithy nodded and took the pieces, beginning his work.

Richter had laid the phone in its cradle, excusing himself moments before to place a call to the blacksmith not far from there. Luthra overheard his request and when he was finished he allowed her the knowledge of what had transpired, "He said he would be able to make Yuri a blade that surpassed his previous blade. Let's hope he is truthful. That blade is important to Yuri and without it, I feel he will not fight to the best of his abilities. I think that would happen on a subconscious level. Regardless, in reference to Liliana, I know not what to say. I think she feels as if she is a burden and is unable to stand toe to toe with Yuri. I'm sure she feels she is being left behind, in his shadow, when all she wishes to do is catch him and reassure him. She wants to stand side by side, basking in the light as he does. She just, as a human, is too inferior for combat against these creatures. She would need alterations. I've heard of these things. The Order of the Black Crown uses them extensively with their Purifiers. They are called 'Glyphs'. When engraved into the skin, they can invoke different passive effects or abilities, such as increased stamina, speed, strength, etc. I unfortunately, am probably preaching to the choir in this extent though, aren't I? I feel as if you all ready know of this and have a way to infuse Liliana with these Glyphs. That's your intention isn't it?"

Richter was always a very observant man. That was why he had risen in the ranks of the Militia to become a Captain at such a young age. He laid the papers aside, watching Luthra as she responded. A smile crept over his face, "I knew it. You always have surprises Luthra. It truly is a shame you cannot hide them from me, though. How will you do this? I hear it takes time to prepare, so how long will you be preparing to inscribe her?" He listened to her explain what she would do and how before he offered a helping hand, "If you need any items not within the city's grasp, inform me. I shall send someone to fetch them from a neighboring town, though it shall take a few days I'm afraid. I would like to believe you have everything you need to do this though. I will also offer you my hand in helping inscribe her. I am quite the artist, if I do say so myself. But I'm sure you've seen my work. There was that portrait of you I painted that one time..." He leaned back into the chair with a smile upon his face, recalling the memory of that day and that experience. She was nude of course, but she was such an exquisite model that he felt himself overflow with inspiration. She tended to be a muse for him, one that always guided him down the path he was destined for. With her help, he had done several things most men had to struggle a life time for.

 

[Rogue]

Luthra listened to his phone call, smiling inwardly at his request. Such a benevolent man, her lover. She leaned up on her elbows as the large wolf finally finished off both of the apples, core and all. He was licking his chops as he looked up at Richter. His tail was idly wagging, indicating that he was happy. He was always happiest when he was with his mistress. But he rather enjoyed the company of the man who often courted her as well. And then the subject switched immediately to Liliana. Good. He, too, seemed to notice her… self-worth dwindling. Luthra made a face before speaking, resting back. “Perhaps… not to bask in the light… but she wants him to feel as safe with her as she feels with him. She knows she gets in the way…” She said, and then he’d continued, speaking of exactly what she’d been thinking. Oh, it was dangerous how well this man knew her. Glyphs was a more common name for them, but the actual term had been ‘Runes’. She leaned back on the couch, curling her head along the outside of the arm as she closed her eyes and allowed herself to become comfortable before parting her lips to speak to him.

“It is… I’ve been looking into it, preparing in my free time since your injuries last night. She harbored a certain… sadness… a melancholy as he remained motionless before her, barely alive. I think seeing him near death has stirred something in her chest… perhaps an affection… a fear. However, his opinion of her is held in high regard… she’d never allow herself to become so weak as to have to simply watch him fight. This being said, I’m positive she won’t turn down the Runes.” She finished. She could almost feel the smile tugging at his lips. And then he’d spoke. She grinned. It was true, she’d never been able to hide anything from him. Perhaps his observant nature was the reason she was so… attracted to him. When he asked question, she parted her lips. “It could take several days to prepare, however, I am… always prepared. Especially with such a castle nearby… However, the preparations had been intended for you. But, in three days time, you’ll not need them. And thus, my attention can further be spent inscribing our little strong hearted Gypsy.” She was sure he hadn’t been anticipating that. And then he mentioned her portrait. A thing she remembered all too well. Remembered how warm she’d felt as skillful hands worked to make educated and delicate strokes. Hard to imagine a man of Richter’s nature had such a… delicate talent.

Luthra had always been there for the man… would always be there for him. It was in her nature, and he was inscribed into her heart. She parted her lips to respond to him. “I remember. Remember how you could hardly keep your hands off of me to finish.” She was being playful, of course. He’d kept his hand to himself until he was done. That, was when the real work had begun. A full night of grinding and groaning. Clinging to one another, trembling in a mixture of passion and pleasure. “Regardless, I will likely need your help. Liliana will need to be… prepared. No numbing can be administered before or during the inscriptions. It would interfere with the magic. Magic and science do not get along.” She stood, the loose skirt shifting around her. She made her way towards him, giving Lou the opportunity to hop onto the couch. Deft fingers curled along his neckline before sliding to the back of his neck. “A strong-headed artist… with a warriors build… and a dancer’s hips.” She purred, softly before leaning forward, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips, her location mindful of his wounds.

 

[Nox]

He scoffed at the mentioned of "dancer's hips". How funny the term she used to describe his movements. He laid his hand over her own, "A dancer's hips you say? Do you not think that makes me sound...feminine? I do, for one, but a compliment is a compliment and I was taught to never turn one down, regardless of if it is peculiar or not. Maybe my delicate talent and warrior's heart comes from the fact I was introverted as a child. I was often made fun of and never had many friends. I had to find something to occupy me. I turned to painting and drawing. Then I decided in my teens that I would stop being the frail, gangly child and become the muscular, strong man. So I began to hone my body and well....You're welcome." He gave her a small smile and a return of the kiss before continuing, "Either way, art helped me in numerous ways. It got me you, did it not?" He reached into his desk and pulled a drawer out, retrieving a small jerky treat which he flung into the air underhanded toward Lou. He looked over to the large wolf and then back to her, "I'm afraid I must finish this paperwork. It would be best you rest. In three hours time I will be making the rounds to stir the soldiers to their posts in preparation for the coming night. I will make sure to wake you and Lou then, also, as well as Liliana and Yuri, if they themselves will continue to slumber. Yuri seems to stubborn for that, I'm afraid. I send my love with you until we meet again Luthra. Soon it shall be." With that he lifted the papers and watched her walk out of the door and hopefully to get some well deserved rest for the coming events.

Yuri traveled along the cobblestone streets toward a vendor, purchasing a simple meal of chicken on a skewer. He wandered back to the Seven Port Inn and up the stairs. With a shift of his coat and a lean of his body, he extracted the key and put it in the hole, giving him entrance to their room. He laid the box containing their dinner aside, on the nightstand and removed the coat. Folding it, he placed it over the back of the chair, along with setting the sheathed sword in the cushion and gently climbed back into the bed with, making sure he was as silent and soft with each movement as possible. The last thing he wanted or needed was to stir her awake with a simple accident he could have avoided. It was only 1800, so he was restless. It wouldn't be for another six hours. He kept telling himself that. Something inside of it pushed him to wait it to happen now. He wanted to know what they were up against and more importantly, he wanted it to be over. He needed it to be over. Azrael had mentioned his sister. That thought finally jerked back into his mind. He was amazed he had forgotten about it. he had forgotten because of Liliana. He had been so worried about her that nothing else seemed important. Azrael had definitely mentioned Annaleise, or if nothing else, had powers pertaining to the mind and read him like a book, using that to wrest some emotion from Yuri. Either way, he had to know. He knew he would. He shut his eyes, allowing sleep to wash over him for the second time that day. He would need his rest, just like Lilana.

It was time. 2130 struck and Richter rose from his seat. He hobbled out of the office and onto the streets, moving toward Luthra's shop. He had a spare key so it would be simple for him to enter the premises. He found her in the booth in the back resting. With a small nudge, he spoke softly to her, "Luthra, it is time. Next we shall go wake Yuri and Liliana. They will help us rouse the soldiers then the true planning can begin." He allowed her a moment for her disorientation before they were out into the streets and headed for the Seven Port Inn. Yuri shot up in the bed, sitting straight up as the door knocked. He pushed himself to the end of the bed and roused Liliana, "I believe Richter has come for us." He moved across the floor and to the door, twisting the knob and opening it. Sure enough, Richter, Luthra, and Lou were on the other side. Richter gave Yuri a small smile, "Sorry to have disturbed you, but it is time to gather the soldiers and prepare. I was wondering if you would help me with this endeavor? All soldiers have a red ribbon on their door. Fetch them from bed and tell them we will all meet in the square. This should take no more than an hour's half. Meet me at the square, as mentioned. Thank you." Yuri nodded and shut the door. He turned and informed Liliana of what they needed to be done and grabbed his heavy coat and sword, shrugging the coat on. He was out in the street, separating from Liliana long enough to do as he was told. That had also been what Luthra and Richter had done. With their task complete, the five moved back toward the square to rendezvous.

 

[Rogue]

She smiled at him as he seemed to correct her. Or, at least disagreed with her, per se. She let her fingers toy at the back of his neck, the smile on her lips maintaining. “Only to say you’ve got the control… fluidity… and precision… of a dancer.” It was a compliment indeed. She’d stood after their shared their kiss, allowing him to toss the jerky to Lou, who leapt off of the couch and catch it midair, tail spinning before he finally reached the ground. He was chewing happily on it as his mistress and her lover exchanged words. She ran her fingers softly through silken hair. “Then until then, I wait with bated breath.” She leaned forward, pressing cool lips against his forehead before making her way towards the door. “Lou. Come.” And though Lou was… displeased about leaving him, he followed faithfully after his mistress. They manevoured their way through the winding streets before happening upon their place of residence. Opening the door, Luthra let Lou inside first before turning and locking the door behind them. She moved, making her way passed the beads before resting on the very furniture he had painted her on. Lou hopped up, allowing Luthra to rest her head on his ribs as she slumbered. He curled his massive body around her, protectively, keeping her nice and warm in the process. Sleep came easily.

Liliana had heard him come in, and felt him crawl into the bed ever so carefully. Inwardly, she smiled at how careful he was being for her sake. However, the restlessness he felt was in the air. Azreal had mentioned his sister, and she was sure his mind was locked onto that exchange of words. Hell, even she had been mildly focused on it. What person wouldn’t be? It was the core of their mission. Even if they were occasionally sidetracked by the pointless mission of finding her brother. She hoped, honestly, that reuniting the two, perhaps reigniting the love for the other, would fill that void in her chest. Subjectively, she knew that filling that void would only leave room for another to open up: being without him. Once he’d drifted to sleep, she’d edged closer to him, her head pressing softly against the outside of his shoulder, her hand gently resting on his forearm. She felt a little better after she had moved closer to him. Not… safer per se… but put her mind at ease. She’d been struggling to stay asleep since he’d left. She was aware that he’d tried to be stealthy about the situation, not allow her to know that he was leaving. But she felt the cold, the emptiness the minute he’d left. Even though the smell of chicken was wafting through the air, torturing her empty stomach, she was not willing to leave his side.

Luthra was sleeping peacefully, although when the beads rustled, Lou had already lifted his head. His tail wagged, softly in greeting. And as he nudged her, the large wolf shifted, as if to assist in waking her. Luthra’s eyes opened slowly and fell upon him, listening to their mission before nodding in understanding. She’d stood shortly after, stretching her arms above her bad and arching her back until it popped, causing her to groan softly into the air around them. Lou hopped down, stretching his front legs before finally stretching his back legs, a long yawn tearing from his huge muzzle. Had he not been so lovable, those sharp teeth may have been intimidating. They had then moved with him towards the Inn the other two took current residence in. And as Yuri shot up straight, Liliana was nearly flung off of him, and rather startled by his abrupt nature. Her chest heaved a few times, her heart pounding in it before it stilled. She threw the covers off of herself and began to slide on her stockings, and shoes. Soon after, she tugged her coat on, only to watch him ready himself and left. She’d gone to the square already, after having roused a few soldiers herself. She was… scared. The fear evident in her eyes. When she met back up with them, she smiled in greeting.

Luthra could see the fear reigning in her eyes, and she was… bothered by it. Almost a bit sorrowful herself. She would talk to the girl about it shortly after the battle tonight. The quicker they could prepare her, the quicker she could be inscribed, and the quicker she would regain her self confidence and return to her usual self. She was sure that Liliana was ready to be back to normal, and that she and Yuri would both be rather relieved to rid themselves of the sorrow.