Whispering Shadows ||Lagerthera x jjfanrb||

[Lagertha]

Life had been nothing but sweet, her mother had said, when she found out she was pregnant with her daughter, Irja Padar. She had heard the stories a million times, how scared her mother had been when she was pregnant, how worried she was about how the baby would turn out, and then..BAM there was Irja Padar, a name she had taken from her father, her mother's husband.

"You were so perfect! All my worries melted away when I saw those beautiful big eyes of yours!" Her mother chimed, happily always. Irja could see it, always. Her mother never seemed to be frightened of anything, but having her first child had frightened her. Though Irja had heard it was a common thing of women at any age, worried something wrong might come of the child that was unborn, that they wouldn't live the process; it never made hearing her mother's stories any easier. There were other stories as well, why they had left Estonia for America when she was three, why her father had joined the Marines so they could be free of their home country. Her mother had said the same things a million and one times. "There was something frightening there, we needed to run." Though whenever Irja had asked, her mother would just look at her, trying to avoid the question. Her father, angered, would always tell Irja to shut her mouth and go to her room, to not question her mother; but things like this only made Irja question the act all the more. What was so dangerous her family had felt threatened? That they had to flee a country her mother loved so dearly she would cry about it in the night?

None if it mattered. Although the girl was curious as any child would be, why the things in their military home were shut off from her; a certain room she was never allowed in, books she could not read, items she was not allowed to touch. Her friends growing up had laughed saying it was typical of military parents, but Irja had always felt like this wasn't normal of any parents. She had been over to her friends house over the years, saw how open their families were, how nothing was really off limits, besides the parents room and guns, but this was different! Still Irja had grown up, with a room upstairs that was locked, four locks always, and she never so much as had glimpsed inside, only seen the wooden black door -her mother had painted it black for protection, everyday when she came home from school.

Irja lived in a small two story house, military soil, white exterior, brown ruff, same as every other house on the block. It was clean, extremely clean, everything was dusted, everything was in it's place, and everything outside looked perfect. Besides the inside, the inside was just as clean, her mother spent every hour of the day rubbing the walls, cleaning the floors, everything she could, but it was not like normal homes. Other people on the street were Americans, born American, raised American, although Irja had lived her since she was three, now she was fifteen, she still never considered herself American. Not truly American anyways. Inside there were little things that others did not have, the living room had all sorts of hand carved masks lining each and every wall, in fact almost every room had some type of mask on it in the house. There was a poster in her father's den of a river in Estonia, as well as everything inside was colored bright colors. Her mother had painted all the cabinets yellow, green trim, brown rugs, orange furniture, pink walls, blue ceilings. Irja had grown used to it over the years, the sight of the inside of the house, and it only bugged her when she visited someone else home, to see how different they were. Though her mother told her not to worry, that they should be allowed to celebrate life as they wanted, and the Padar's as they wished. So Irja had learned, to not pry into others life, and she had gone about her business.

Although when Irja turned fifteen this year, things had gotten stranger with her mother. Her mother wouldn't allow any of her friends over anymore, or let Irja ride the bus to or fro school. Now, she picked Irja up, or dropped her off, and Irja was never allowed to be alone. She had never seen her mother so...terrified something was coming to take her away, was it perhaps because she was growing up? No, it didn't feel like that, but that could have been the reason. In fact. That was the only reasonable explanation for why her mother might be acting in such a way to her.

Today had been no different. The small thing of 5'3 had been conversing with a football player in her high school, a boy she had a crush on for years, and him on her. Neither of them had asked the other on a date, too shy, and Irja had watched as the boy had grown up, had sex, matured, and wanted more. There was something trilling about talking to him now that hadn't been there before, the thrill that he was more experienced. Mainly, she had thought it was her hormones, but still the moment had been perfect. Telor, had recently broke up with his girlfriend of two years on his eighteenth birthday, and now, his eyes had found Irja's green ones. They had been alone, her hello kitty backpack strung on her pale shoulder as she had looked up at him in front of the school smiling. He was awkwardly trying to ask her out, a girl he had liked for years, as her mother; a stern looking thing of 5'0, covered in dress from head to tow, flowers in hair, no makeup on, black hair, purple eyes, approached grabbing Irja's thin wrist and tugging her away.

Irja didn't fight her mother, she had simply waved shyly to the tall blond Telor and walked away with her mother whining. Her mother had shoved her into the passenger seat, examining the clothes her daughter had been wearing that day, short shorts, low cut white top that showed off her 38d breasts, push up bra, high heels before huffing at her teen daughter. This was not something, her mother had never liked seeing her daughter dress, like an American. So they had driven home, quietly, and her mother had shoved her inside the house, closing it behind her to throw the backpack at her, yell at Irja to go to her room and not come out until morning, and to never wear such revealing clothing again. Of course, Irja didn't understand why she shouldn't. She was a hot little thing, and she had the curves all the boys wanted. She had a small waist, size five hips, big bootay, toned muscles from working out everyday, clear complexion, and model worthy features; thin high brown brows, large pink lips, round jaw, small ears, big green eyes with long black thick lashes, high cheek bones, long light brown hair that ended a little past her ass, thin nose.

So Irja had been stuck in her little room, pink carpet, red walls, wooden mask above her pink/red canopy bed, red curtains around it, white curtains on the window, small white desk with a brand new white laptop, white chair, and a white closet. She had screamed, throwing her backpack in the wall before sliding into her beige colored bathroom, a mosaic of colors on the wall in the shower, before stripping her clothing and slipping into the tube filling it up with water and bubbles. Irja had soaked in the tube for a good three four hours, before slipping out, drying off, locking her bedroom door and climbing into her bed. She knew she was getting no dinner tonight, a common thing when she was in trouble, and she sunk into her memory foam bed, pink pillows as she laid her head down, clapped her hands to turn off the lights and closed her eyes.

"At least I'm free in my dreams." Irja muttered to herself as she drifted off into the darkness of the night.​

 

[Shake and Bake]

The dimly lit room was occupied by a few figures around a table playing cards. The flickering fires of hell were the source of the only light and the sounds of metal chains rattling could be heard in the darkest corners. The room itself was comfortable enough for the card players but for the naked female slaves in black chained shackles there was no comfort.
“Fuck you Vicarious, I had that hand and you forced a fold!,” one of the players growled.
The players all erupted in laughter then they saw what hand Vicarious had been bidding with, but stopped after he started to rake in the piles of chips, the realization that most of them were almost cleaned out hit them.

“You fools keep losing like this and you will have to start betting your slaves.” Vicarious nodded over to the cloth-less women in chains with a smirk.

“We ain't got to do jack shit! We are each more demon than you’ll ever be!” Shouted a demon named Molok. He was an ugly fellow with boils all over his face.

“Oh yes that reminds me,” said another demon after most of the roaring was through “Rumor is you have a bastard in the mortal realm.”

This silenced the room. A bastard, thought Vicarious. These assholes just keep bringing that up. Whether the rumer was true (and he was certain it wasn't) he could care less. But it was the accusation. No demon fathered a child to a mortal. It was seen as weak in the eyes of demons. He thought back to the last time he was on earth some 15 years ago. He remembered fucking a woman but he didn't remember why at the moment. The woman was single and to give her bad fortune maybe was the reason. He always enjoyed giving women pain and grief. But he couldn't have gave her a child…..there was no possible way he would let himself slip so low…

Then it hit him all at once. He had been drunk. Yes, off that russian vodka shit that men drink like water over there. The woman had been beautiful, stunning and pure….but weak. Weak for his eyes and his musk. The night had ended with him leaving but other than that he could only recall memories of the mortal form he took shape of that night. At any rate it was bad news and his breath caught when he saw all of the evil smiling faces of the demons around him as they saw the revelation in his face. “Sorry boys, i have some errands to run. Lucky for you all i am going to cash out” he said as he got up and gathered the money amidst grumbling obscenities his way.

Vicarious stood 6’1 and 190 pounds. He was lean muscle under his black cloak and mail, and his skin was only a darker than white. His face was square jawed topped with a strong chin covered by a fair amount of scruff for a demon who hadn't shaved in a few days. His eyes were pure red in this form and his face was framed by almost shoulder length straight black hair that many said was dark as night itself. His mouth flashed an impish smile as he disappeared in smoke from the room.

He reappeared at the gate of hell and tossed the money he’d won to one of the guards. “I wish to keep this visit to the mortal realm between us if you don't mind” Vicarious said as the guard caught it and nodded in approval. Vicarious sneered and stalked past to the portal. He never liked going to the mortal realm for business. He prefered the fun trips where he won Lucifer souls. And speaking of Lucifer, he was going to be pissed if he ever caught wind of this supposed halfbreed. And pissed was an understatement. More like hell of pissed.

He had to go see for himself to find out the true nature of this rumor and take care of this obscenity before it reached his master's ears. He stepped into the portal and felt the immense amount of heat rush into him. The sulfuric smell of hell faded and in time so did the heat. All that was around him was blackness. Purgatory. He searched the space for the opening he was looking for. The dream realm was where he would start, then if the child was his he would make his way to the mortal realm and destroy her. He made his way to the black portal that served as the realms gateway and let himself inside. When he found the girl's spirit everyone claimed was his inside he latched onto it like a leech and began to burrow his way into her dream…

***

He opened his eyes to find himself in a bedroom. A girl's bedroom by the looks of the hello kitty backpack and girlish sheets. Everything was fuzzy and always changing in minor detail so he knew he was in her dream. He turned to find a woman who was dressed in sex laungre and he looked much older than 15 in some aspects and a blond haired boy wearing a football jersey making against the door. The dream immediately sent waves of passion and lust through the air as he was now certain the teenager was having herself a naughty dream. The demon chuckled to himself as he forced her to change the dream to something from her childhood. It was her mother...the woman he'd slept with crying as a man in a military uniform proposed. It was a foggy memory meaning the girl must have been young at the time. The girl had an attachment to this man….she thought the man in uniform was her father! Little did she realize that was impossible. Vicarious grimaced as the delightful scene was pushed away and he felt her conscious break his hold he has on her spirit. He was no longer invisible and in panic fled from her spirits dreams all together but not before she saw him. An unfortunate occurrence he thought as he leapt back into purgatory. It wasn't the memories that had given her away. It was the power. She had pushed him from power out of her dream! That was impossible for a mere mortal to do. She was a half-breed and a powerful one and she didn't even know it. It will not matter when i kill her he thought as he made his way towards the mortal realm.

 

[Lagertha]

Darkness overwhelmed Irja's sense, though they really weren't her senses anymore. Sleep had taken hold of her body, and her soul had rid itself of the shell. So there, in the darkness, there was only the glow of her purity, of her soul twirling, waiting for something to grab hold of it, to make it dream.

"What does your heart desire?" The voice came, though it was not really a voice to begin with it. Sounds, clicking, scratching, hums, sparks, all formed together, twisting in a linear motion that it created what seemed like words. It was nothing more than sounds, flashes of colors, images pouring through her soul that Irja recognized, but she didn't speak, she was not truly aware of the voice or what seemed to be a voice. "Ahhh! I see what you desire!" The voice commented as Irja floated, no true form, only a ball of white light shining in the darkness of the void. "Then now. Enjoy this dream, enjoy your true desire." The voice responded.

The voice shifted out of view and the darkness sped away, light flickered, shifting dominating the scene before there was nothing but the rush the flow of silence that filled it, and then..the bright white shifted into a pink, into red, before forming, shaking entirely into the form of her room. Though, this really was not her real room, Irja could tell, it was like the image was blurred, or slurred was the right term. Light, the images of what was there in her room were pulled, stretched in front or to the left as she floated watching it take hold. Then, Irja's pure light shifted, twisted into tendrils before forming a body, a physical body in this realm of her own; naked was her body at first, before clothing clang to it. A bright red, a see through thing that showed off her curves just as she always wanted, a sexy thing. Irja smiled, giggling in pleasure, it was like she was on a bed of bubbles and she didn't want to get down.

"This is...Perfect...All I need is.." Irja turned, her hair was spiraled in this moment, twisted and bobbed as she turned to view her bedroom door open. Telor stepped in smiling, shirtless, muscular chest showing. Irja couldn't help but jump up and down excited, her spirit was free. "Perfect! Telorrr!" Irja screamed in her sleep, jumping on the figure in her sleep, pouncing on him like a cat. Instantly, he pulled her in kissing her, slamming into the wall before turning it around on her. Irja melted, no regrets in this dream as she allowed him to press her against the wall. She could smell him, the scent of grass and lavender, she could taste his tongue in her mouth, and there was this insane feeling that she could feel his fingers slipping in her hair, down her neck. She forgot all her worries, about the waking word and allowed herself to be taken by the image of Telor, by the feel and taste of his tongue.

Only when his hands started did her eyes shot open, green ones peering as her dream body scowled. Something didn't feel right, something was wrong. "Someone's...watching me?" Irja was confused, this was not something she had wished for in her dream state. She had wanted Telor, so bad that she was enthralled by the dream of him, but she could feel it; something lingering in her dream room that wasn't suppose to be there. "Whose there?" Irja found herself asking, pulling away from Telor as he bit her bottom lip and pulled. She looked off in the distance expecting to see something and then...The image of her lustful dream, her room was gone.

Darkness wrapped around her form again, and her body disappeared. It was like Irja's light of a soul was just floating, echoing in loneliness as it waited for something to happen. "Huh?" Irja's soul glowed, before the darkness sped away again and in it, her image of her dream reformed. A memory. The scene came forward then; her childhood, her mother crying, her father bending down proposing to her. Irja was confused on why she would go from something so provocative, to something like this? "What's going on?" Irja finally was agitated, annoyed at the whole ordeal. She looked around in her memory, her soul searching for the nuance, and there it was, darkness collecting in a portion of her dream. "Who are you?" Irja's spirit rattled, annoyed at whatever was there, then..the darkness shifted into a view of a person, causing her spirit to shift backwards a bit. "Get out!" Irja finally decided, breaking her dream.

She sat up quickly, sheets falling from the bed to reveal her chest as she panted, clinging to the blanket. Her green eyes darted around the room, searching for the man in her dream. Irja found nothing, and was only startled as her alarm went off. "Fuck!" Irja cried, annoyed as she shook her head. "What the hell was that?" She leaned forward, rubbing the bridge of her nose, the image of the man haunted. Irritated, Irja grabbed her alarm flinging it across the room with a loud BOOM! It left an indent in the smooth wall, showing the drywall and structure of the house where it landed. Irja growled, but then she heard fumbling outside her door and looked at it as the knob began to rattle. She grabbed the sheets covering her bed, but the door was locked and finally someone knocked on it several times.

"IRJA! It's your mother! Let me in! Why do you lock your door? What is it you are hiding! Is there a boy in there?" Her mother sounded frantic and Irja groaned, slumping forward as she climbed out of bed. She opened her dresser pulling out pink short short pj bottoms, and a almost see through top. Her mother would hate the outfit, but it was better than opening her door naked. Irja moved as her mother pounded on the door louder. "IRJA! Unlock this door right this instant!"

"UGH! I'm coming!" Irja annocanced as she grabbed the door knob, turning the lock, unlocking and twisted the handle to let her mother inside. Her mother was dressed in a nice long white gown, ready for the day as she stumbled inside bare foot. She turned this way and that pushing Irja out of the way. Her mother looked under the bed, in the closet, opened the window and outside, saw nothing and turned around as Irja stared at her. "Yes mom. I totally had fifty boys in my room smoking red!" Her mother turned on her, scowling.

"Red?" Her mother was both angry and confused, Irja jerked her head back groaning, she could hear her father down the hall getting ready for work. 5a.m came quickly enough. "What is a red?"

"Marlboro Red cigarettes." Irja responded annoyed, her mother looked angrier now.

"How do you know what those are? You are fifteen! A girl of fifteen should not know about cigarettes!" Her mother huffed pulling the sheets off her bed, and started to take off the covers on her pillows. "Where are you hiding them Irja? Tell your mother now!"

"Mooommmmmmm!" Irja groaned moving forward to try to stop her. "Dad smokes a cartoon of Marlboro Reds every week, you think I'm too dumb to notice?" Her mother, mid way through another pillow and pillowcase looked baffled before she threw the pillow down uninterested.

"Oh. Yes, yes. Your father does love his smokes." Irja rolled her eyes, she motioned to her bed and her mother looked at it shrugging. "I clean later, get dressed! Your father leaves soon, you must be up, bathed, clean, eat and do homework! Now Irja!" Irja groaned before nodding her head as her mother left slamming the door behind her.

"Ugh! Parents." She stomped her foot before moving to the bathroom but not before her mother yelled a 'I heard that!' at her.

 

[Shake and Bake]

The mortal realm. It had its own special stink to it that even hell could not match. The city was just waking up and dawn was fast approaching sending the first pink rays of light across the clear blue sky. It all made Vicarious sick. He wished he had the power to burn it all down. Just to end this pathetic war heaven and the cursed one the messiah waged at all hours on this realm. This whole place was filled with saints and angels just as well as demons even if mortals could not see him. That would be the biggest roadblock; the fucking angels. He let out a long sigh and scanned the horizon searching for the tug of the soul that he now knew was his daughter. That little imp would meet him in hell soon enough.

He sensed a powerful being approaching behind him and he spun around quickly gathering his power. He felt the heat and evil course through his dead veins as he reached his peak and slowly let his guard down when he saw who it was. “Grim….you are a sneaky bastard.” Vicarious said through clenched teeth.

“Well you they say death likes to creep up on you,” replied the hooded demon. “You were always too easy to surprise Vicarious”

“What the hell do you want?” A visit from Grim was never a good thing. For anyone.

“I have gotten word that you plan on taking a life. You know that job is mine and mine alone for mortals.” Grim smiled, knowing he was far more powerful than Vicarious in this realm. “The mortals souls are all mine before they pass.”

“Oh piss off. You best just forget about this life. This one is my problem and I plan to take care of it.” He moved closer and stood toe to toe with Death and looked into his cold eyes with his own blazing red. “I mean it. Stay out of it.”

Grim cackled and a scythe appeared in hand. “I am afraid it is too late for that now my friend. The dark lord has already been informed. He wants her killed and he wants you back in Hell to talk.”

Vicarious’ eyes gleamed in anger. Report to Lucifer? It meant certain death. Besides that, how could he have gotten word Vicarious was here? The only conclusion he could draw was the bribed guard had not kept his word. You never could trust a demon. “I think not Grim.” started slowly backing up towards the edge of the rooftop of the skyscraper they stood on. “You tell the dark lord that I will not return until i have destroyed the girl. I will not die from this mistake!” He became a black cloud and ascended towards the filthy and now crowded streets of the city.

“You fool!” Cried Death’s voice and faded until it was no more. Vicarious had to find a place to hide in plain sight and he had little time. Any demon not in hiding was in grave danger from the holy ones and not he had a target on his back from hell to make matters more complicated. He thought quickly about where the girl spent most of her time besides under her knowing mother's watchful gaze. A smile crept across his lips as he formulated a plan.

He materialized in front of the school dressed in a suit and his hair was not shorter and slicked back and his face clean shaven. Yes this look would do just fine. He put on some glasses to complete the effect and walked into the building. Class had not begun yet so the halls were empty except for a few students and staff. Vicarious cared not for the mortals so he ignored their looks and and was thankful when he found the administrator's office. He walked in and past the secretary “hey you can't go in-”

He cut her off with one look and a some mind control “sit and keep busy with your work.” The woman did as she was instructed and he turned from he to see the principle with a startled look on his face.

“How may I help you sir?” Questioned the principle, who now looked angry.

“You will fire the teacher who instructs Irja Padar in history. I will take the place of that teacher as the new history teacher. And we will also register a new student in the school as well. Warren Manson will be his name and here are his papers.” The papers materialized out of thin air and he handed to the confused principle. Victorious lifted the man’s chin to make him have eye contact “Do it.”

“Yes master.” The old man replied in a now completely obedient tone and walked off to do the tasks. Things were working out perfectly so left the office and walked down the school's halls until he found the History classroom. His classroom. This is where he would start the process of killing his daughter. He unlocked the door and once inside looked around the the door shut behind him with a click. It was not his taste but those small details did not matter. He had to get in character before the students arrived so he looked over the lesson plans and wrote his name on the board behind him. Mr. black would be his name. Victor Black. Yes, it had a nice ring to it. And today he would tell the kids all about the French revolution massacres; one of his favorite subjects. He took a seat at his desk and waited for her to arrive.

 

[Lagertha]

Irja had heard it all during the beginning of her day; how long she had taken to bath, how long it took her to blow dry and curl her hair putting it halfway up. How she had too much makeup on, eyeliner on the top lip, mascara, that was really it. How her clothes were too tight, finally, after an hour or so Irja had snuck out, so annoyed with her mother's pickiness. It was like, there was something over her head and she was freaking out at anything Irja did that drew attention to herself.

Still, Irja had decided to walk to school as best as she could;pink frilly short shorts, tight fitting black tank that formed a makeshift bra and had a rainbow pin and cloud on her right strap. Her backpack was slung over her shoulders, six inch pastel pink platform heels to finish off her outfit and dang did the girl had thick muscled legs for days. If her mother in such a thing she would flip, but her mother never much went shopping with her, only gave her money and let her go with her friends. Well, until this year had come, still Irja had picked the most revealing things she had hidden from her mother.

"Hey Irjaaa!" The boy whistled from his silver Toyota Prius. Irja turned her head, finger wrapping around the curl as she chewed gum and blew up a bubble. She rose a brow to see the passenger side window roll down, Telor smiled at her biting his bottom lip as he watched her walk. "You need a ride to school? I got room!" He patted the seat next to him, eyeing her up and down. Irja popped her bubble and smiled nodding her head.

"Yeah! Thanks Telor!" Telor moved over to the side walk, parking so she could open the door and slip inside. She buckled her seat belt, sliding her backpack and putting it on the ground with a sigh as she closed the door. Telor stared at her before looking away as she saw his eyes, he started driving then. "What's the matter Telor? Why you blushing?" Telor looked at her, trying to blow it off but she could see the pink of his cheeks.

"Guys don't blush! Just the sun, the sunnnn." Telor said trying to play it cool but Irja only rolled her eyes laughing.

The rest of the drive was awkwardly quiet, she had never sat in his car before with him at a lose of words. Still, he moved to the parking lot, hesitating his hand in the air by her bare leg as she looked out the window. She unbuckled her belt and he recoiled his hand doing the same as she grabbed her book bag.

"See you in history Telor! Thanks again! I owe you one!" Telor smiled, watching as Irja climbed out of the car, getting a nice view of her ass before she closed the door and started walking up to the school.

Irja had stopped at her locker first, white lace lined the inside of it, a mirror to check how she looked, and she placed her backpack inside before grabbing her books out of it. History, Biology, English, Computer science, along with a binder, folders for each class, and a pad of paper with a pencil case. Irja huffed, before she moved to her first class, kids already filtering inside. Most of them she already knew but there were some outside conversing and then stopped Irja outside.

"Did you see?" Irja rose a brow at the dark skinned girl, pretty with her large hair, nose piercing, gold eyes, large lips, oval shaped face. She was tall, taller than Irja in heels but she leaned down as Irja shook her head. "New teacher, everyone is saying he's hot!" She patted Irja's shoulder as Irja laughed, both hands under her book.

"No getting naughty ideas without telling me Shina! I want to know all the details if you get this teacher to sleep with you!" Irja mused smiling at the girl who grinned.

"Girrlll ! Don't worry, I'll bring you a dvd of the events for you to study your next...Sexual education class." Shina made a prime and proper face, mocking the health teacher and Irja laughed. Shina pointed inside the room to the desks, and Irja looked in to see where she pointed. Her long nail pointed to Telor in the back stretching. "He wanted you to know he saved you a seat next to him." Shina punched Irja lightly on the shoulder making Irja look her way and question her. "Go gettem girly!" Irja only smiled rolling her eyes as she moved into the classroom, most of the students had already filtered inside finding seats but there were still a couple open. Telor sat in the very back with a desk open next to his left, and Irja moved, back to the teacher as she came inside. Telor stood, meeting her in the hall and taking some books from her before she could object before he sat them on the floor next to her desk. She smiled shyly before she moved to the seat next to him, placing the rest of her books down to slide into her seat.

"Hey." Irja said looking at Telor as she curled another strand of hair around an index finger. he smiled back at her, blushing again.

"Hey." Was all he said back making her grin.

 

[Shake and Bake]

Vicarious/Victor Black adjusted his glasses as the kids filed in. He caught segments of conversation involving cute boys, hot girls, who was dating and fucking who, and feuds between cliques. Basically boring high school bullshit. He kept his senses open for the one he was to destroy. He sensed nothing until about 30 seconds before the bell rang and when she stepped through the door he watched her though his eyeglasses until she went to the very back. What caught him most by surprise was what she was wearing. She is a little slut isn't she? He laughed to himself at the blatant lack of parenting and over sexualization this girl reflected. Oh, and what do we have here? Her boy crush? He looked the young boy over and saw that this boy was the one from her sexual fantasy the night he hijacked her dream. He could tell that the both of them would like nothing better than to rip each others cloths off and fuck each other right there on the floor. But she was too inexperienced, and he was to shy and unconfident to even try. It was rather pathetic really. In Vicarious’ mind they should just do it and get the sad boring sex they would have out of the way.

The bell ringing took Victor out of his inner thought and all of the teenagers took their seats and quieted down as he stood up from his seat behind his desk. “Good morning. I am your new history teacher Mr. Black” He saw every face in the room meet his own emerald green. He refrained himself from looking cocky and he walked differently than he normally would. He took all of the swagger out of his step as he began pacing down the rows of desks and he took on the walk of a man who was casual but yet refined. “In this class you will be on time and in your seats when the bell rings every day.” He said as a student who reeked of cannabis entered late and sat down in an empty desk. “I will do what I can to keep things the same as your previous teacher who has gotten assigned…...elsewhere.” His voice had changed too, it was now more business like and less growly, as he pronounced every word clearly and precise. He had to admit the disguise was perfect. He took a book of the nearest student's desk and flipped to the chapter he wanted to go over today. “Turn in your books to page 217 and we will begin the lesson.”

The class went by uneventfully but as he had the student read separate portion he studied the girl. She was shamelessly sneaking glances at the boy next to her and he felt her heart beat faster when the boy looked at her. For his plan to work this boy was going to have to be taken out of the picture. There were a few ways to accomplish this. He could just kill the boy, but he was a wanted demon and could not just make waves that might trigger a warning to those wanting him dead. Killing a mortal was dangerous. That's why most demons left it up to the reaper to take care of. If a saint or angel caught a demon killing any mortal not on the cursed ones list then it meant certain death for that said demon. He had to be more witty if he was going to accomplish his plan. The problem was no matter how much of an idiot this guy looked like she would always want him. He would take care of that. “Mr. Telor.” He called out to the unsuspecting boy who was clearly not paying any attention. “Who was the man who invented the Guillotine?” The guillotine was one of Vicarious’ favorite inventions. It was so cruel yet refined in its purpose.

“Ummmm…..ah….the king of France?” The boy stammered and got beat red.
“Wrong. It was Maximilien Robespierre. Maybe if you had been paying attention instead of flirting with Ms. Irja you would have known that. That is all for today, but i would like to see you after class.” He looked away from Telor and looked into Irja’s wide eyes when he said ‘you’.

The students all filed out when the bell rang and he took a seat, leaning on his desk with arms crossed waiting for them to be alone.

 

[Lagertha]

Irja still had the image of Telor in her mind from her dream. Walking through the door, kissing her, the smell of him taste of his sugar coated lips, the feeling of his body pressed against her own. She had to look away opening up her notebook to a blank page getting a pencil and a small collection of lucky cat erasers. She put them in a small heart shape as Telor grinned at her when the bell rang, everyone settling down before the teacher introduced himself. Irja looked up, examining the man, Mr. Black, and the back of Shina's head as she sighed in enjoyment. Irja couldn't help but smiling, Shina definitely had a new crush.

Still, class started quickly, and Irja didn't question why the teacher had been replaced, she simply accepted it as she started to take notes, very very detailed notes. In fact, Irja wrote nearly everything he said down in her notebook, asking him to stop or repeat something she had not gotten. Telor on the other hand, stared at Irja, undressing her with his eyes. She didn't really look at the boy as she wrote, only when he nudged her did she look at him, a line went through her page as she smiled at him.

"Ah!" Irja explained as she had looked at her notes, she erased the line as best she could fixing her small neatly printed handwriting and notes as Telor got called on. She looked up, at the teacher then at Telor as he fumbled. The class laughed at his response but Irja frowned slightly. She had liked Telor for a while, but..Telor wasn't as smart as her. Still, the teacher responded grabbing Irja's attention as he told him he wished to see Telor after. Her eyes became slightly wide when he pointed at her, telling her as well. The class made a loud "Oooooo!" As the bell rang dismissing them. Annoyed, Irja slammed her notebook closed, putting her erasers away in her little pouch as Telor looked at her with a red face.

"S-Sorry Irja! I didn't mean to get you in trouble!" Telor was stumbling on his words and Irja sighed shrugging her shoulders. She moved to pick up her books but Telor got them for her. "Let me carry them for you! I'll make it up to you." He smiled shyly at Irja but for once, Irja didn't smile back. She liked the boy, but not when she got in trouble again.

"I better not get detention again because of you Telor. My mom will chew off my ear and then some." She grabbed her notebook as they stood, Telor smiled shyly as Irja crossed her arms, the notebook and pencil pouch digging into her breasts as her heels clicked against the tile as she made her way up, Telor watching her as she walked. Irja did have a way of swinging her hips when she walked, though she never really paid attention that she did it. "Yes Mr. Black? Did I do something wrong?" Irja rose a brow she brought down her notebook as if offering it to him. "I can show you all the notes I took. Unlike.." Irja kicked Telor slightly and he made a displeased face as he waved at Mr. Black. "..this one I pay attention."​

 

[Shake and Bake]

Victor was aware of the lustful stare of the one called Shina. He supposed he was handsome in this form as well. But he wasn't here to fuck mortals although he might take the virgin later when he wasn't busy. He always loved taking the innocence of a woman. It was a for sure way to crush their hopes when he left them after the ravaging he gave them a good fuck. Some would say it was pure evil to do such a thing but he was a demon after all. He gave Shina eye contact and a quick wink causing her to clutch her books closer and turn beet red and scurry off.

He turned back to see the students approaching and noticed Irja’s sway of her hips. He remembered her mother had the same walk. A faint smile crossed his face when he thought about it further, remembering how he had loved to grab those hips and push himself inside of her again and again. He listened to the two of them explain themselves as he internally thought what to do about the situation. He had to separate the two of them but he would need more than that. Then the girl said something that ran in his ears. Detention. Ah yes. That would do just nicely.

“You are are both in trouble but for different reasons. First off we will be moving Mr. Telor to the front seat that is currently unoccupied.” He saw the boy's heart crush before his eyes and this in fact gave Victor much joy. “Maybe now you will quit bothering your classmates and pay attention.”

The boys face showed a mixture of hatred and defeat. “I won't do it again i promise. Ill pay better attention.” Telor begged looking at Irja for help.

“Don't look at her. She will not help you now.” He said looking into the boy's eyes with a light fire shining. He supposed he could just mind control him and make him his slave and tell him to stay away but that took too much power and needed all the reserves he had for what he would pull off tonight. “No go and i will finish with Ms. Irja”

The boy left looking a peg or two lower in confidence than when he had entered. Good. it would be good if he stayed there. He turned to Irja and let out a sigh. He looked her over from head to toe and his eyes lingered on her legs and hips then on her already developed breasts. When he finally made it up to her eyes he spoke “your attire is unbecoming of a girl your age and is not school appropriate.” She looked sexy he decided, but he enjoyed a more expensive sexy to be honest. A classy sexy. Leather, silk, and stiletto boots and a small skirt. He could see she was trying to show her assets off and make the boys drool but she had a lot to learn. Still, he could appreciate that she looked good. “So in punishment you will stand detention for a week with me after school. Its that or i call your mother.” He was sure her mother wouldn't like to hear about the teen getting all sexed up for a boy in school anyway. Her mother had become a strict uptight woman since she had been left alone with a child given to her by himself so he was certain she would take the detention.

He stood up and walked closer to her and stood very, very close so she could smell his cologne and aftershave. “So if you stand detention we will keep it between us and if she asks I will say you needed some help on homework. If it's a deal just show up this afternoon at 3:00” The bell rang signaling that she had five minutes to get to the next class. “You may go now” he said and walked back to his desk.

 

[Lagertha]

Irja watched as Mr. Black sized up Telor before shutting him down. She stared at Telor with big eyes, watching his defeated expression, he couldn't get another detention or mark on his name or he'd be banned from school for a while. Irja sighed, at least Telor wouldn't distract her in class annoying, but that was bothersome she couldn't speak to him before class anymore. Still, she watched the eighteen year old shuffle out of class after looking for help from her. Irja simply pulled back her notebook looking at the teacher as he threatened her. She smiled, though she wasn't amused.

"No. I did nothing wrong. If you want to try to blackmail me then try. But I don't take bullshit from teachers." Irja's turned slightly dark, she didn't like people threatening her when she had done nothing wrong. "Go ahead. Tell my mother what I wore. There isn't anything more she can do that she hadn't already." Irja turned her head as the teacher came closer taking a step back. She wasn't in the slightest bit interested. "If you want a student to sleep with, then you should ask Shina. You wouldn't be the first teacher she's had sex with."

Irja turned leaving, that wasn't the response he had wanted. He had wanted her to fold, but as the bell rang she walked away. "Good day Mr. Black. Thank you for class." Was all Irja said as she walked out and down the hall after Telor. She took her books from him going to her locker and switching out her books to go to her next class. Irja didn't even think twice about it. She didn't need help on homework, she didn't care if he told her mother, she was already grounded from everything, wasn't much he could threaten her with.​

 

[Shake and Bake]

He stared at her wide eyed as he left. His breath actually caught in his chest for a moment before he could breath again she had caught him so off guard. That little cunt wanted to play like that huh? Of course she was his child. He was seeing that now in the flesh. Quite the little bitch when she wanted to be. Fine. He had played nice today but if she dared not show up for detention tonight he would be forced to take certain……..other measures.

He brooded for the rest of the day while he taught the kids effortlessly about the French revolution. Class after class went by as he told of the grisly details of the events. He had been there in person. But they didn't know that of course he had been at Grim’s side when Marie Antoinette’s pretty head had rolled. He enjoyed stopping by her special place in hell to sodomize her from time to time. She always screamed loudest when his demon cock entered her ravaged anus.

He found that most of the young girls in the classes looked at him with lustful looks and his acute hearing let him hear all of the taboo things that they wanted to do for him. He was unconcerned about this however as the last class came to an end. He sat patiently at his desk after the bell rang to see if she would show. A minute passed. And then another, and then ten minutes and after a half an hour he was boiling in rage. How dare she defy HIM! Did she not know whom she was dealing with? No. of course she didn't. But she would learn very quickly.

He angrily disappeared into smoke and reappeared outside of her house. He made himself invisible. Who would he kill first? Her mother? Her stepfather? No. killing would be too easy and blunt; not to mention suicidal for him. He needed to have a velvet touch with something this synister. He walked into the house and felt the girl's presence in her room up stairs. Her stepfather was in the chair watching Black hawk down. When he saw Vicarious he stood up in shock and anger “what in the F-”

He was cut off by Vicarious freezing his soul and vessel. He stood still just as he had frozen everyone in the house including his daughter. They would not remember his for he would wipe their memory after he left. He walked up to the mother, who was in the kitchen making dinner and whispered in her ear “after i am gone you will tell the child she is not that man’s in the living room. You will not mention my nature or name.” He couldn't have the child knowing she was a half-ling. He then erased the visit form all of their minds and disappeared in smoke again to appear at another house.

Wow. this family lived quite fancy. It was a decently large house with a black metal fence that rimmed the exceptionally large yard. What a bonus he thought eagerly as he opened the gate and walked up the long driveway. He walked right in the house this time as as well. Freezing everyone as he had done in his daughter's home. Telor’s parents were extremely easy to take control off. He fed the his lies one by one. “You are now the Masons. You will be warren's parents. The old family has moved away and sold the house for unseen circumstances and you now live here.” Through their minds he connected to the people that would notice the change and made these truths known in their minds too. With the exception of Irja of course. She would feel the woe of her boy crush moving without telling her a word. It would be as if she was left out of the loop. He then shifted their looks so that they looked different from Telor’s parents. He admired his genius for a moment before taking on the biggest feat. this is what would use up most of his strength but it was an essential part of his plan and he needed to execute it. He had planned to use another family for this deed but since she had defied him he saw this family as a fit punishment for that attitude. He sought out Telor’s life force and willed it to come to him

He must have been at football practice or something because he walked in 20 minutes later with his jersey and was drenched in sweat. Vicarious made him kneel before him and began to do what was rarely done even by demons. He cut a piece of his own dark soul off and handed it to Telor. “Eat it.” Vicarious commanded and the boy gobbled it down all the while gagging from its foul taste. “Good slave.” Now he could feel everything the boy felt and the boy even had a small demonic power. It came at a price though, as Vicarious was now weaker. He felt the boy’s soul corrupt and become essentially a little imp of Vicarious.

The boy now had medium length shaggy jet black hair, with dark eyes with a very handsome face. He was built like an athlete who was destined to play football.

“Hello,” said the boy once released from the bond he was held in. The boy was not his slave, but an extension of Vicarious himself.

“Hello Warren. Make sure you are in class tomorrow. You will sit next to the girl.” Said Vicarious as he transformed back into Victor.

Victor disappeared into a cloud and appeared in front of Irja’s house. He knocked six times, followed by another six, and finishing with six more. He would now deliver the knockout punch to the girl by speaking with her parents.

 

[Lagertha]

The rest of the day had been pretty much uneventful, except for the gossip about the new teacher Mr. Black. Shina, was literally in almost every class Irja had; Science, History, Health, Gym, even music class. Needless to say Irja had to listen to the whole spill and gush from Shina; how he walked, how he winked at her, how she knew he wanted to fuck her. Irja huffed, aggravated.

Finally, when school was ending, her final teacher pulled her aside to tell her that her mother had called to make sure she was outside in fifteen minutes. Annoyed, Irja had gotten ready to leave, packing up her book pack with all her homework, all the books she needed and zipped it up. She didn't let Shina pull her aside to talk more about the teacher, though Shina tailed her.

"Girrrl come on! Mr. Black is sooo ooy goooy, don't you want a little taste of that white chocolate?" Irja rolled her eyes at Shina's words, heels clicking against the concrete flooring. She just wanted to go home, and she knew what was going to happen when her mother saw her.

"Shina..I don't want to talk about him. He's not a good person. He was trying to blackmail me into Detention because of Telor." Shina looked shocked as Irja explained.

"Cracka say whatt? He did not! That guy is gorgeous! Why would he do that to you?" Shina was pretty and the white dress she wore complimented her features as they got closer to the double doors. "He did see that Telor wasn't paying attention, but he shouldn't blame you for that." Shina sized up Irja before laughing. "Unless he's jealous he can't googly eye you like Telor!" Irja glared at her, Shina made a face that told her to bring it. "Girl! Don't give this sexy mama that look! If you want Mr. Black so bad you can have him! Aright? I got other teachers that would roll if I gave them a piece of this." Irja just laughed at Shina.

"I told him off. My mom is already going to yell at me for sneaking out today and...for what I'm wearing. He can't do anything more than I'm already going to face." Irja started to push the door open, but her mother was on the other side with daggers for eyes. "Ahhh...Mommy. Hey.." Irja waved awkwardly, Shina made an 'oh shit' face patted Irja on the shoulder and bolted for her own car.

"Irja Viivi Padar! Get your butt in my car NOW!" Irja frowned, seeing her mother's expression. She dropped her head moving into her mothers death trap, mini van, of a vehicle before the rest of the night had unfolded.

Irja had been more grounded than she had ever been before. To the point her father had literally barred the windows to her bedroom shut and put an outside lock on her bedroom door before she had gotten home. She had been locked in her room, from the outside, and inside by herself, and gone to her studies after eating dinner. Luckily, she had a small college fridge in her room for drinks so she didn't need to leave as she studied. Irja only stirred when she heard her father yelling she looked at her door standing up and then...it was like nothing had happened, she didn't even notice.

"What's wrong?" Irja could hear her mother asking as her father stumbled around downstairs.

"Nothing, just a headache. What's that look for?" There was a pause downstairs and Irja kept her ear to the door as she listened wondering what was going on.

"We need to tell Irja.." Her mother stated and she could hear the sneer in her father.

"We promised to never talk about that again Iiris." Her father said angrily.

"I know, but something came over me. She needs to know why we are locking her in her room." There was a pause and Irja could hear her mother go for the stairs as she ran back to her desk. Her mother came closer to the door, knocked lightly as her father shifted at the end of the hall. "Irja...We need to talk." Irja clicked her mechanical pencil in her hand. "Unlock your side, I'm unlocking this side." Irja huffed, standing up and moving to the door, her mother had made her change into her hello kitty onesie. She unlocked her side listening to their side unlock as her mother pulled the door open. Irja crossed her arms under her breasts, making them push up more.

"What did I do now? I'm in this silly thing you bought me this year. What else is there?" Her mother was silent, her father behind her. "Well? Whatttt?" Irja whined, annoyed they were dragging it on. Her mom motioned to the bed to sit down, so Irja moved to her bed sitting down with her mother, her father staying leaning against the doorway.

"Irja..this may be hard to hear but please. Please my child, please listen to your mommy." Irja looked at the two of them silently, and her mother in took a deep breath. "Irja-"

"I'm not your real father Irja. It's why we left Estonia." Her father chimed in, cutting off the mother that gave him a stern look. Irja furrowed her brows smiling before laughing.

"You are joking right? You are my father!" He shook his head and she looked at her mother. "He's my dad, this is some weird joke." Her mother grabbed her hands but Irja pulled them away. "Tell me it's a joke!" Her mother dropped her eyes shaking her head.

"No..It's not a joke, it's the truth Irja. He's not your real father, your real father is somewhere in Estonia."

It was needless to say after they had left her room, she had screamed at the top of her lungs. A man she had lived with her whole life calling her father, that she thought she came from, that she loved, wasn't her real father? It was terrible, and Irja couldn't handle it.

Her mother and step father were down stairs, her mother looking at the ceiling as she listened to Irja cry and scream at the top of her lungs. Her mother frowned, looking away as her step father huffed.

"We did the right thing. It was time she knew Iiris." Iiris nodded wipping away a few tears.

"I don't enjoy hurting my child. She did need to know you weren't her real father, but...I don't want her to know the truth about him. EVER!" Iiris reframed from screaming herself and the man nodded as the door knocked. "Who could that be at this hour?"

"Don't know. Lets go see." He walked away from his wife, watching her stare up at the ceiling again as she listened to Irja throw things around in her room. He opened the door looking at the man with a questioning look. "May I help you?"

"Who is it? Tell them it's too late." Iiris paused moving from the hallway to come closer to the front door.​

 

[Shake and Bake]

Victor stood in the doorway before he asked the parents to let him in the house. “Mr. and Mrs Padar i am your daughter's history teacher.” He shook hands with Sulev, the fake father of his child and then Iiris who has a strange look on her face. He made sure to avoid long eye contact. In disguise he could change everything except for his eyes. If she recognized them then it would be game over. To make matters worse he was on empty from the previous hour of meddling and evil doing that he would not mind control or do much more than vanish if he messed up,

He sat down on the couch and folded his hands on his lap “can i get you anything to drink?” Asked Iiris, who was already getting up to get something no matter what he said.

“Ill take a water thank you..” Victor replied with a smile. God he hated acting like a civilized mortal. He began “i have come here tonight to talk about your daughter. She does exceptionally well at her studies yet is very…….outgoing with her attitude and apparel. I saw this discrepancy in class because it was causing a disruption and I told that she would serve a week's detention after class. She did not show up however and before she left she yelled obscenities and produced very ugly lies. I don't usually come to a parent's doorstep with these issues because most children would have done as they were told.
I have gotten word that the boy she was flirting with in class has in fact moved away in a sudden emergency so that is no longer an issue, but i would like her to stand the detention if you folks would agree to it.” He sat back and waited for their response. He figured it would go good or bad but at worst he would have some pissed off parents on his hands. He'd dealt with worse

 

[Lagertha]

Iiris did as she was told, simply getting him a water and bringing it back to the coffee table. Sulev seemed the most ticked off about the man coming into his house exclaiming that Irja had done something. Iiris looked at Sulev who stared at her arms crossed over his chest.

"Well then, guess I'll have a word with her." Irja could still be heard upstairs and Iiris stopped him making him bend down so he could hear her.

"Leave her alone Sulev, it's enough Irja is throwing a fit over what we told her. She..that's not Irja. She dresses poorly but, she would never such things to a teacher no matter how mad she got." Iiris spoke plainly as she straightened her dress. She looked at the man smiling. "Irja did say she had a new teacher today. Then you must be new. Irja would never say anything nasty to a teacher, but I know my daughter well.." Sulev moved to stop her and Iiris pushed his hand away. He recoiled watching the man. "Irja may dress like she isn't suppose to, but she has never cursed at a teacher." Iiris smiled softly. It didn't feel right, Irja had been annoyed they had been keeping her hostage the last year really, but she had never acted out in school.

"Iiris, she has been to detention before. At least that boy that gets her in trouble is gone." Sulev huffed sizing up the teacher. "I'll speak to my daughter, but.." Sulev cracked his neck glaring at the man. "..I did raise her to stand up for herself, and to not lie. So. We'll see who we believe. Anything else?" Sulev looked more annoyed than Iiris would stared at the ceiling as the crying quieted, most likely Irja had fallen asleep.

"Please. Can we talk another time? She needs her rest for tomorrow, it's a big day. School work!" Iiris chimed smiling, she had never been to school so she put it on Irja to work twice as hard as anyone else. "If my daughter needs help in school she has my husband." Iiris put an index finger to her chin. "Or we could get her some tutoring." Sulev looked at Iiris nodding softly.

"We did that when we came hear for speech." Iiris nodded in response.

 

[Shake and Bake]

He could tell he wasn't going to get anywhere with this back and forth bantering. It was all well and done anyways. Here cries from upstairs were enough to satisfy him for tonight. And if she hadn't learned her lesson yet maybe her boyfriend disappearing would be a final nail in the coffin for her. I would be wonderful if she just committed suicide and got this all over with.

He stood up to leave “well thank you for hearing me out. I look forward to having her in class tomorrow and I will keep you updated on her performance and attitude.” He received one more dirty look from the stepfather as the door was opened for him and then he left the house. If i get the chance i'm going to kill that piece of shit the second i get through with my brat daughter. Once out of sight he disappeared into smoke and reappeared inside of the Mason house. This is where he would dwell for the time being.

He made his way up the stairs and into the master bedroom. “Out.” he told the husband who woke up and walked out of the room zombie like. He then zapped the woman with a bolt of dark energy “wake up” he told her and made her kneel on the floor. He had made here beautiful after he had transformed the family. “Suck my cock wench” and so she did, and he made her go on for hours until the sun rose again….

***
Victor walked into the classroom full of students making sure that his daughter and warren were there. “Good morning class” h said as he pulled down a map of europe. “Today we are going to be talking about napoleon but first let me introduce a new member of the class, Warren Mason”

Warren walked up to the front and shyly waved. “Hello everyone, i'm warren and i just moved here from LA. ummm, I don't really have much else to say. Haha” He was being a bit awkward for sure but he couldn't shake everyone staring at him.

“Alright that fine enough.” Victor motioned for warren to take a seat and he continued where he had left off. “So Napoleon was a master of tactics and was known for conquering most of the western wor-” Wait. he looked around and at the students again. His heart beat faster. There were no empty seats. He scanned the crowd frantically. There should have been one empty seat where Telor would have sat. He made eye contact with Warren signaling him for his true purpose. Warren in turn looked over at his daughter. Someone in this room did not belong here. He sniffed a few times to find out if he was right. Yes. the nauseating smell of demon was here and it wasn't his daughter or Warren.

He scanned the crowd once more until he came in eye contact with a girl. A little blond girl with big blue eyes that looked very innocent. But he had seen those eyes before. The little girl smiled and stood up and flipped her hair and said in a cute voice “what's the matter Mister Black? Cat got your tongue?”

 

[Lagertha]

Irja had fallen asleep after throwing a majority of things around in her room; her night stand, the lamp, her laptop, books, alarm clock, pillows, small things. Irja had fallen asleep on the floor and Sulev had come into her room to check on her to see her in the state. He frowned, moving and picking her up, placing her in her bed under her sheets. He moved around the room picking up the things she had thrown and placed them down on her desk and Iiris came in to see what he was doing, she smiled.

"I hope she knows you really do love her, that she is your daughter." Sulev looked at her as he put a few things on the table that were in an alright condition, the shattered remains of statues he kept in his hand. He smiled softly.

"I raised her from birth, why wouldn't she be my daughter?" Sulev said softly as he watched Irja sleep.

***

The next day had come early, and Irja was on time to school must to her dismay. She still had make up on, but she was wearing a doll dress her mother had picked out for her this year. Much to Irja's surprise, she had let her wear platforms, blue ones to match her dress, but only because the rest of her outfit wasn't overly provocative. Irja had gone to her locker first, Shina coming up to her laughing at her, poking the bow.

"Oh my Godddd! It's like you are five all over again! Soo cute Irjaaaa!" Shina jumped on her hugging her must to Irja's dismay.

"Stop it Shina! It's embarrassing enough everyone sees me like this, don't call me cute!" Irja huffed, causing Shina to only squeeze her more.

"I'm sorry girl! But I wanna hug you forever! You look just like a doll! Or a Japenese character! Sooo cuteee!" Shina squealed and Irja groaned.

"My mom has an obsession for doll dresses, she likes making them and putting me in them..she's done it since I was born." Irja huffed as Shina released her, she grabbed her history book, her history notebook and pencil case.

"Did you hear?" Irja looked at her as she shut the locker after putting her backpack away.

"Hear what?" Irja inclined her head at Shina who twisted not sure how to answer. "Heard what?"

"Telor and his family moved away suddenly over night. Apparently they had some really bad family issues. Everyone is saying they were in the mafia!" Irja rolled her eyes thrumming her fingers on her notebook.

"There is no way he was in the Mafia, besides, who the hell moves overnight without telling anyone?" Shina shrugged to Irja's question as they walked to class.

"Well. They could have gone into witness protection Irja. It happens. That would be a good reason girl for them not to tell you." Irja looked at the ground as they entered the room though she scanned it looking for Telor, none. Just some weird kid sitting in his seat in the back. "You really liked him right? Maybe he'll come back! Awweee!" Shina moved to her seat sitting down as she looked at Irja's questioning look.

"Yeah..he'll come back right?" Shina nodded to Irja's question as she moved passed the giggling crowd to the back and sat down. She ignored the boy next to her, though Shina got a good whiff of him.

Irja opened her notebook to where they had left off, starting notes for the new day. She didn't look at the teacher as he began speaking summoning the new boy up to his side to introduce himself. Irja eyed him for a moment and huffed, tapping her fingers against her notebook. She began writing down notes when he started teaching, ignoring everyone staring at her. Only when the girl stood up in the front did Irja raise a brow. She was new as well, Irja had never seen her before and Shina looked back at her questioning the girl.

"Do you know who that girl is Irja? She seems to know Mr. Black like I wannttt tooo!" Shina leaned against her desk whispering, Irja leaned up shaking her head as she examined them both.

"From the looks of it, he's as shocked as everyone else." Irja suggested as Shina looked back before looking at her again.

"Girrlll you are always right." Shina mused.

"Not always...I'm wrong about somethings. About Telor and my dad.." Irja said blankly as she watched the display, kids chattering in confusion around the room. Shina looked at her raising a brow.

"I know about Telor, but what about your father? You can talk to me you know, always." Irja breathed in, listening to Shina's friendly words as she huffed. She let her pencil fall on her notebook as she waited for whatever was suppose to happen.

"He's not my real father. My mom lied to me." Irja stated blankly crossing her arms around her chest. Shina looked at her, baffled. Sulven did look very similar to Irja, but the news was new to her as well.

"Wow...Wow...that's some fucked up shit." Shina stated.

 

[Shake and Bake]

All of the students stared straight ahead looking at the pair to see what would happen next. “You know you are awful at hiding, Vicarious. I found you in only a couple of days. That's really pathetic.” He walked closer to him so that she was only a few paced away from him now. A drop of sweat beaded on Victor's temple and slid down the side of his face. He looked like he was in a tight struggle and that's because he was. He still had not fully recovered from last night and making Warren had also left him weaker. The demon in disguise was much more powerful than he and he fought fiercely with her mentally to try and get each others vessels under their own control.

“Morgana you have always been a pain in my ass since our brief affair four hundred years ago.” Gritted Victor through clenched teeth.

“Oh honey, Its Morgan. I'm the new girl in your class.” She said in an innocent yet wicked voice. She all at once launched her attack again and blasted through the guards Vicarious had set around his mind. Once she had control of him she raised his body up so that his toes no longer touched the floor. “Always remember who dominated whom in our relationship” she chimed and stepped closer to him “you always did love me tying you to the bed and blindfolding you hehe” She reached up to run a finger along his cheek and then turned around. “Now which of of them is your little halfling daughter?”

Vicarious felt more helpless than he ever. How could he allow himself to fall into this situation? He had been too relaxed and did not take the measures and precautions to make sure everything would go according to plan. Of course they were going to be onto him, and he probably had a sizable bounty on him by now. His eyes flashed to Warren and Irja. He communicated telepathically to Warren Get her out of here now! Morgana can destroy us all without a breaking a sweat!

Sorry Victor, but if she sees us move now we will be destroyed in seconds. I have a plan trust me.

You better have a fucking plan because if my daughter dies…..Victor wished he could scream but he was paralyzed and that wasn't going to change any time soon.

Morgana turned back around and looked up to Victor. “ look at her with your eyes to tell me who she is and i will make your death quick” Victor looked Morgan straight into the eye and gave nothing. “So we have ourselves a hero. I thought you came here to destroy your daughter not save her. I suppose i will have to destroy you. You are useless to me. He raised a hand to Vicarious’ chest and began It was a foul thing for any mortal to see but that was how demons became more powerful; by eating souls.

Vicarious howled in anger from within his consciousness, and felt his lifeforce slowly diminish. This was how he would die?! The great Vicarious, one of Lucifer's most powerful demons? Then all at once the pain was gone and his body fell into a heap on the floor.
Warren stood over the gasping Morgana, whose face was in utter shock. Her disguise was gone, revealing her true form, a Platinum blond haired woman with a doll-like face. Her skin was white as porcelain and she had a think added layer of mascara and eyeliner, with ruby red lips. Her teeth showed as she grimaced and her fangs snapped. “ how?” She gasped weakly looking up at Warren holding a black bloody heart in his hand. She looked down at the gaping hole that he had ripped into her with his bare hand and tore out her still beating heart. She was a s good as gone and her eyes glazed over and she turned to ash and dissipated.

Warren opened his mouth wider than any human could have and ate the heart in his hand whole. As it filled his stomach he felt his once little stream of power erupt into a surging river. He was more powerful by ten-fold now and he licked his fingers clean of blood and looked down at the now undisguised Vicarious. He was still alive but barely. He would need a soul to come out of the coma he was in. Warren picked him up and tossed him over his shoulder and turned to look at the wide eyed class. “Irja, if you want some answers come with me, but if you would like to deal with more immortals like Morgana, You could stay. Up to you.” He turned and walked out of the room. Getting his maker back to full strength was on top of his list now.

 

[Lagertha]

Irja and Shina turned their heads to the head of the class as the display happened. They were all curious and the students leaned against one another asking each other questions like; how the teacher knew the girl, what was going on. The front row saw the best of it, and they stood, most of them some of them froze in their seats as Mr. Black was lifted off the ground. Irja and Shina leaned from side to side trying to look through the heads of students and bodies of standing ones as one girl screamed in shock.

"What the fuck is going on?" Shina stated shaking her head, Irja leaned forward, standing in her seat slightly to see all of the commotion.

"I can't tell, they are blocking my view. God! Why did I have to sit back here!" Irja complained, hands flat on the desk as Shina stood looking back at her with furrowed brows.

"Because Mister boy toy Telor saved you a spot right there and you couldn't get enough of his googly eyes!" Shina teased giggling. Irja opened her mouth to retort but her head turned to the right to see Warren standing up. This made Irja's brows furrow as she watched him move past the crowd and disappear into the mist of them. "What's his problem?" Shina wondered as Irja watched the bodies block out their view again.

"Something isn't right..I can taste it." Irja stated as Shina rolled her eyes, and then..The room moved, kids shrieking as they pushed back to the back of the room. One knocked Shina down. "Shina!" Irja cried climbing on her desk and leaning across to grab her hand. She pulled Shina to her feet, not caring if anyone could see her pink underwear as she did such a feet. Still, the crowd pushed back, trying to get away from the front as people cried, wide eyed. Irja focused on Shina, pulling her to her feet as she nearly got trampled on. Shina had her back to the front as she panted, looking at Irja who stared at her for a moment.

"Thank you! I thought I was going to be crushed to death by inexpensive shoes! UGH! That would be the worst way to go girrlll, can you imagine?" Irja didn't respond as she looked past her to the front of the room. Her eyes became wide, her pupils became small as she stared at the bloody scene intake short desperate breathes as she listened to the cries and squeals of fear in the room. "Irjaaa? Earth to Irjaaaa! I said thank you!" Shina shook her head before turning her head to see the front, and she shrieked the loudest bolting from her desk and backing up behind Irja. "What the hell!" Shina cried. Irja gulped as she watched Warren eat the still beating heart, the woman in a different look, she blinked several times as he swallowed picking up Mr. Black and looking at her. The body of Mr. Black, looked different, she had seen that somewhere before. Still, her face turned white, void of all color as she stared at the bloody scene and as Warren talked, explaining only a fraction of what was happening.

"This can't be happening.." Irja said in shock as Warren walked out of the room. Some of the students got the back door unlocked and ran to the hallways screaming for help. Shina was one of them and Irja stayed staring at the bloody scene. She gulped, before shaking herself, and moving to get off the desk. Her heels clicked against the ground as she got closer to the front, closer and closer until blood pooled at her feet, her nostrils flared as she in took short breathes. She covered her mouth, screaming into it at the sight of the heartless woman.

Somehow, Irja found herself in the hall, arms wrapped around herself as her heels clicked bloody footprints in the hallway. She could hear the screaming, see the teachers come out of the room, hear the alarm going off for the students and teachers to take cover. Still, she was moving, as if following Warren blindly as a teacher grabbed her.

"Irja! Irja Padar! Get in this classroom this is a school wide shut down!" The big boned Mrs. Adams shouted in her ear, but Irja stood still, not looking at her as she stared ahead with her shocked expression. Her eyes twitched as Mrs. Adams tried to pull her cold body towards her open classroom, but Irja didn't budge as she gulped. "Irja? Hurry!" Irja pulled her arm away as Mrs. Adams huffed, trying to grab her as more students ran towards them screaming. The students in her room looked out of the room, seeing Irja in her state and the bloody footprints she had left, they cried, in shock as Mrs. Adams looked down. Her features tensed as she saw where Irja had walked to, and that her shoes were bloody. Mrs. Adams turned to her classroom. "Inside! Everyone inside now!" Mrs. Adams turned on Irja, gulping at the shocked expression on her face. "Stay here Irja. I'm going to get help." Mrs. Adams announced. Irja looked over her shoulder at the teacher as she walked away, her eyes still twitching before she started to move slowly down the maddened hallway pushing past crying screaming students.

"Hello there little bug.." The voice called to Irja as she walked to the front doors of the school, vaguely looking for Warren and Mr. Black as if to see if this was real or she was going crazy. Irja looked left and right, scanning the horizon, the parking lot in front of her, the rows of houses in the distance that lined around the school, but she saw nothing. A whistling sound sounded from above, "Up here bug." Irja looked up, to see a man in nothing but black clothing chilling on top of the lettering of the school, he sat on top of "St. Jermaine" His feet on the cracks of the breaking school. Her eyes were black, skin was a yellowish color, black hair was slicked back as he looked down at her. She shook, looking up at the man in his black suit, grey button up blouse that was tucked in, black belt, black pants, black polished shoes. He smiled, his thin lips grinning at the startled girl. "So..You are the annoying half bred bug I've been hearing about. Cuter than I thought you would be." The man jumped down, easily landing in front of Irja causing her to stumble backwards in shock. He rose a brow, his brows were grey, not black, she could see that this close to him, and he towered over her more than anyone else she had ever seen, he had to be at least 6'5. His hands rested on his hips as he grinned down at her, taking a locking of her curled hair between his thumb and index finger as he rubbed it. "Soft."

"Half bred? What do you mean?" Irja asked, shaking as she tried to step away from him, but he only moved closer. "That girl said the same thing, half bred.." The man smiled, pulling on her hair and ripping it from her scalp. Irja cried, covering her scalp that bled. She watched him, shock as he took up the bloody hair to his lips and breathed in the scent.

"Sad. You don't even know what you are. Oh well." He rolled up the hair, putting it in his mouth and swallowing it. "Ah! At least you taste good!" The man laughed as blood trickled down her fingers, her eyes wide again. "Sorry little bug, nothing personal, but..no one to save you now that they are out of the way." The man's lip twitched. "Unfortunate he killed Morgana, but..I get to repay the favor by killing you. After all! It's my duty to destroy all you disgusting demons." The man's face turned dark and Irja looked at him with a questioning face, of fear and confusion.

"Demons?" Was all Irja said as the man cornered her into a wall.​

 

[Shake and Bake]

Warren walked across the school yard in his blood stained white shirt and jeans. This whole thing had become a fucking nightmare. Vicarious had been much too careless and not he left Warren to clean up the mess. Not only that but he had been created to get close to his daughter and protect her. But without his maker he would be nothing but a shadow spawn with no soul. So if his maker died then essentially so did Warren. He looked back one last time on the back lawn as students flooded out screaming. The girl had not followed him out. Thought she could go it alone did she? Test her might against the wrath of god and the devil? Too bad.

He was shaken out of his thoughts by the sound of screaming sirens and turned to the front street to see at least ten cop cars pull up and cops jumping out. Warren could not deal with the mortals right now, and while he could not teleport, he could do other things. He dug his feet into the soft dirt and leaned down and pushed off the ground with so much force it caused a crater. He soared into the sky on his upward arc of a super leap and headed for the mansion he knew as his home. He looked back to see a birds eyes view of what was erupting at the high school. It was pure chaos down there with all of the cops and teenagers running everywhere.

BOOM! He felt like he was smashed into oblivion and he was streamlined to the ground, crashing into the middle of the street and cracking the pavement. Warren hurt all over and struggled for breath. What in the hell was that? He thought and looked up to see a floating shape carrying Vicarious. The sun was in his eyes so warren could not make out who or what it was. “Holy Lucifer, that hurt like a bitch.” He grumbled and got to his feet slowly and cracked his neck and looked up shading his eyes. Ah. it was an angel if he wasn't mistaken. But he wasn't strong enough to face one yet.

He gathered some energy and from his hand erupted a fiery chain which looped around Vicarious and he pulled him out of the angel’s grasp. Warren jumped into the sun and snatched his maker mid air and began leaping away frantically. He needed to find his maker a soul to eat and fast.

He made it too his house safely and lay Vicarious on the master bed. He was as white as a ghost. He would be dead soon if he went without supplement much longer. He called his parents in and made them kneel beside the bed. They would have to do for now until they could find a more powerful soul to catch. His parents faces were expressionless and obedient when he put his hand to both of their chests in turn and began to extract their souls. It was a slow process and the young demon spawn watched as the minutes ticked by before he even had enough to hold on to. He opened his maker's mouth and forced the beginning of both of the sacrifice's souls down his throat. He would let the sacrifice go on without supervision. Warren frowned as he thought about her chances of survival with what was to come. It wasn't good. Vicarious would kill him if he found out he had left his daughter to save him.

Sighing and walking out of the house, Warren scanned the sky to look for anything that might be a nuisance before leaping towards the school.

Vicarious awoke from a terrible nightmare. In it he had seen Morgana and she had almost killed him! Wait.he looked across the room and then down on the floor to find the two lifeless bodies of Toler’s parents. Shit. It wasn't a nightmare. To put realization to it, He looked down at himself and realized he was weaker. He even looked weaker physically. That fucking bitch almost killed me. He thought angrily as he made an attempt to stand up. The attempt failed however, when he fell down and ended up sprawled out on the floor.

This was why he should have just killed her in her dreams when he first saw her. He could have. This is why she should have just paralyzed her and killed her and brought her lifeless body to Lucifer. The ungrateful twat had fucked things all up and now he was paying the price. And where was Warren? Somebody had brought him here and yet he was alone in this cursed house.

 

[Lagertha]

She pressed her back against the wall, dazed as the man towered over her grinning evilly. Her whole life she thought angels were suppose to protect her, they were suppose to protect the innocent, but this one seemed nothing like that. He was tugging on another strand of hair, ready to ripe it off again, he was going to torture her she realized as she blinked twitching.


"Mathias! Who told you to come here!" The voice sounded from behind the man as he readied himself to pull her hair out again. His smile faded, one of displeasure passed his dark eyes as he stared down at her.

"No one, everyone. I saw Morgana, figured I'd kill her and whoever she was here for." The man, Mathias looked annoyed, he tugged, but only to cause Irja some pain and wince as she readied for him to pull out her hair. He smiled at her scared expression. "So sweet when a demon is fearful, but only half breds get that look. That innocent intoxicating look!" Mathias leaned down, smelling the blood on her hand as she gulped shaking.

"Mathias!" The voice roared, a males voice before a large hand came to his shoulder, pulling him back effortlessly and sending him flying to the ground; cement, stone, rock flew up as his body impacted the earth. Irja stared at the figure, dumb founded by who it was as he turned to look at her annoyance on his face. "Irja. Come. We need to leave." He extended his hand to her, but the look on his face gave it away.

"D-Dad!" Irja looked more shocked then she already was, but there he was; her step father that had raised her. He wore his military uniform, his hat still neatly on his head as he extended his hand for her, but his eyes looked different, it was lightening was zapping in his iris. Irja flinched, frightened by the look, but Sulev waited no longer and grabbed her by the hand tugging her away. "W-What's going on?" Irja was frightened as he walked quickly, but Mathias was on his feet in front of them dusting off his black coat.

"Annoying! You've been raising this thing as your child?" Mathias' eyes turned darker than before, Irja froze as Sulev let go of her, stepping forward and blocking her view of Mathias out. Mathias covered his face laughing. "Guess I'll need to kill you as well for harboring a half bred demon!"

"Mathias!" Sulev's hands were in fists he pushed Irja backwards. "She has not harmed a soul, and she will not under my care. You know the agreement we made with the creators." Sulev spoke slowly, but Irja could hear the wind lashing around something, like a vortex starting as it formed around Mathias. "Calm yourself Mathias! This is not your mark to destroy!" Mathias laughed, as he pushed off the ground and charged towards Sulev. Sulev cursed, angrily as he moved his legs, parting them and upturning some rock as his hands outstretched, grasping Mathias. The force of Mathias caused Sulev to be pushed back, closer to Irja, wind slashed, cutting flesh of both Sulev and Irja. "Fuck! Irja! Run!"

"I won't let her get away! I have her taste!" Mathias pushed harder forcing Sulev to kneel and push Mathias above himself, but Mathias pushed Sulev further into the ground.

"Run!" Sulev screamed at Irja who stumbled back, she blinked before turning around, collecting herself as best she could and ran as fast as she could.

Police were at the other end of school, kids running out screaming as Irja passed it, running to the houses in the distant. She could vaguely see the officers pushing the kids back inside, or out of the way as they went into the school to try to find the cause of the distress signal. Still, she looked forward, passing by a house and nearly tripping on a twig as she scrambled to run towards the trees, hiding herself in the foliage of greenery as tears, shocked tears ran down her face.

Irja made it far enough into the trees she could see the richer side of town, the mansions in the distance as she panted, falling to her knees. Actually, Irja hyper ventilated, frightened by everything that had happened, but above her ear where the hair had been pulled was scabbing over now, dried blood was on her hand. She looked over her shoulder, but all she could see were trees. Irja's eyes twitched, she couldn't believe what had just happened.

"There has to be..some sort of mistake." She weezed at the thought, half demon? Her? There was no way! Her father, step father really, what the hell was he? An angel? "What the fuck!" Irja cried, confusion striking her.​

 

[Shake and Bake]

Warren was at a standstill in the pandemonium that surrounded him. So many things were happening at once, it was hard to keep track of it all.the police were setting up barricades and ushering out all of the students. From the chatter on the radio, they apparently thought this was a terrorist attack. Warren could feel the pulses of power coming from the direction Irja was and hoped that she was alright. He burst into a full sprint and dodge all of the crying teens and parents in reunion. He didn't really see what the big deal was. He had only killed one demon. And no mortals had died. So why was it that these humans feared for their pathetic lives so much?

“Stop right there!” a voice called out and Warren looked back and saw a male cop with his weapon raised. The officer moved his hand to the microphone and said “we have the suspect here. He doesn't appear to be armed but i need backup”

The reply came back over the mouthpiece, “ten-four on our way now.”

“Put your hands behind your head and lay flat on the ground now!” yelled the cop with a serious look.

Warren heard a scream from a girl. “Irja” he murmured softly and looked towards the front entrance. There was a crowd of people surrounding the area, so he couldn't see. Warren stated to walk away and the cop sprinted towards Warren while his back was turned and attempted a tackle. Warren nonchalantly stiff armed the man and went on his way and left the man on the ground seeing stars. He moved through the crowd of people and it was difficult because it was so jammed packed. When he finally made it to the front he saw that the bystanders had formed a giant circle around a two man fighting. He canned the clearing and saw no sign of Irja. Where in the hell could she be?

He felt the power auras from these two men and it was very substantial. One was definitely the angel who had attempted to steal his make and the other he did not know who it was. He scanned the crowd for her again but still could not find her but his ears perked up when he heard more cries.

He backed out of the sea of people and entered the tree line next to the school and followed her scent. he ran for miles as trees and branches cut into his skin and clothing but warren didn't care. He had on thing on his mind. He stopped when he was on a hill and saw her below. She had ran to the other side of town! "You know you are absolutely beautiful when you cry." Warren brushed a lose strand of hair out of her eyes. "You ran all this way in heels? Hahaha!" he tried to lighten the mood by laughing. He wouldn't say he told her so this time. She was very confused and lost by the looks of it. He looked back the way he came and then scanned the tree covered skies again. They would not be safe here for long. If he had found her so could they.


Vicarious was struggling to even crawl to the bedroom door. Such weakness was not possible in his mind. He had always been powerful since the day he had become a demon. He froze when he heard footsteps coming up the stairs. “Warren! “ he called out and pushed himself up to lean on the dresser beside the bed. “You fucking imbecile! You've killed both of my minio-”

His voice caught when he saw who stepped through the doorway. She was a raven haired woman who looked ageless and the golden halo above her head proved this fact. Her skin was a slighter shade darker than peach and her eyes shone like emeralds. Her plump lips opened to a smile showing her brilliant white teeth. She arched an eyebrow when she saw him in this condition. “Well Vicarious you always manage to surprise me every time i see you.” she squatted down to look at him, her hourglass shape moving beneath a silk, pure white dress. Vicarious moved his stubble covered jaw trying to find words but could not seem to spit any out. “Do not worry, I'm not here to kill you little brother.”

She always did this. Always called him little brother even though they were twins. She had just been made first by seconds. Big deal. But nonetheless she still managed to bring it up every time she had to stick up for him or get him out of something. “Well that's the best news I've had all day.” he said finally managing to get something out. “How did you find me Valeria?” he asked looking into her eyes with a bit of shame.

She laughed; the noise sounding like jingle bells “I've always kept an eye on you. You know that. Even after you betrayed us.”

Vicarious scoffed and looked up at the ceiling “Bullshit sister. You've hated me since then. The last time I saw you, i couldn't even get you to look at me.”

Valeria smirked “I was upset for a time yes, but we are blood. This situation has caught everyone's attention. Everyone wants you destroyed and your daughter as well.”

“So what's stopping you from doing it then. Here I am. I'm weak” he spread his arms in surrender.

“Because brother, I have gotten word from a special source. And he has great plans for you and her both yet.” She said with a smile

Vicarious looked at her in utter bewilderment for a moment before he got the picture. “No. No No No NO absolutely not. I chose my destiny. I Am what I am because i chose to be this. There is no going back for me!”

He said you might say that. But between you and me Vicarious, I think you want to come back and play for the good guys.” she poked him in the forehead just like when they were kids.

“what makes you say that?” he questioned sarcastically.

“Well for starters, you haven't killed the child yet so there must be SOME good left in you.” he stood back up and her boots laced with silver moved across the carpet. “ I've left a gift for you. Use it wisely brother. We will see each other again soon” She smiled and disappeared down the stairway as she had come. He looked in at the glittering box she had left and frowned. This was NOT how he had expected today to go at all.

 

[Lagertha]

Just as Irja was closing her eyes to catch her breath, she heard a twig snap below someone's boot. She looked back wide eyed as Warren appeared seemingly out of no where. Every muscle in her fiber tensed as he moved closer, before he pushed a strand of hair that was clinging to her sweating face out of the way to comment at the tears rolling down her face.

"Who the fuck are you?" Irja cried, standing up as best she could to push him away. "And what the fuck is going on?" He was laughing mocking her in a sense that she had ran in six inch platform heels, but Irja was too irritated to care about the pain surging up from her legs. Her hands were shaking as she tried to make sense of the weird boy in front of her, that she had not seen until today, that she had witnessed eating a woman's heart. "Stay away from me!"

Irja backed up, she was frightened and everything that was happening didn't make sense. Except, she could hear a loud boom in the distance as though a bomb had gone off, and she jumped looking in the direction of the school as smoke billowed up. In the distance, she could swear she saw a figure being launched up, another one emerging from the smoke to attack the one in the air. She could also hear the muffle cries in the distance as the event unfolded.

"What the fuck?" Irja cried witnessing the small ant like figures knock one to the ground, though she couldn't really make out which one was Mathias and which one was Sulev, she could swear she could see gold glistening behind them in the air. Wings? "What the hell is happening?!" Irja looked at Warren, fear stricken and confusion contorting on her face as she looked at the strange man. "And who the fuck are you?"​

 

[Shake and Bake]

Warren walked towards her as she backed away from him. He wasn't trying to be threatening, just protective. “Relax. You don't have to be afraid of me. If he wanted you dead you would have been dead before you even saw him. I am talking about your father of course, Mr. Black as you know him.” he reached out and took her hand. When he touched her he felt a feeling…... Love some called it he thought. He felt it coming up from within him like a volcano erupting. A faint voice called out from within him but it wasn't his…...It was Telor’s. His soul was mixing with Warrens and it made things a little crazy in terms of identity sometimes. The Telor side of him wanted to hug her and kiss her salty, tear streaked cheeks and then her sweet lips. Warren shook his head and focused at the task he had been told to do. “I am sorry Irja but i can't explain much now. Your father needs to protect you.” he said it genuinely. He didn't want to make her any more confused but they would be upon him any moment. “We could run there but they will catch us if they do. I am willing to die for you if that is what you choose. Or I could carry you and get us there faster and make our scent disappear.”

Warren wanted to console her and make her see everything that was going on was because of her. A small event had caused all of this and that event had been her birth but he couldn't explain that now. He shouldn't be the one to tell her anyways. That should be her father's job.

He heard the sonic booms and the explosions behind him. And they drew closer. Warren could see no way to make her trust him but he guessed it was going to have to take faith on her part. “We don't have much time!” He looked at her with urgency.


Vicarious pulled himself to his feet and wobbled over to the side table next to the easy chair that the box sat on. It was a trying task and he barely made it without falling down. He put a hand on the curved lid of the box that was about the size of small jewelry chest. He paused for a minute before opening it. What could she be up to? Was it a trick? No. she had never tricked him and that wasn't the way Angels behaved anyways. He slowly opened it and looked inside and a smile crossed his face. Valeria had been most generous indeed Vicarious thought as he saw what was inside. She thought he would be God's puppet because of this one gift. He had been his puppet once…….

He had been the hand of god. One of the most powerful angels ever created. When god called down blight and sorry on that fateful day of ancient Egypt to take the lives of the firstborn of all whose doors were not marked; that had been him. The Angel of death. It had been since that fateful night afterwards that He had gone up to the throne of God himself after taking the hundreds of lives and pointed his sword at god himself and cursed him. “You are no better than the devil! You take the lives of the innocent at your will and for your own amusment! I will not be your tool any longer!” He had thrown his sword down and cloak on the white marble floor spit at Gods feet. Needless to say God's wrath had not gone over on him well. Her was carried out and thrown down from Heaven while his sister Valeria had watched and wept.

The Devil had took him in and fed him power of course. He fed Vicarious with talk of revenge and the day that heaven's pearly gates would fall. One day he would stand in the sun of heaven again as it burned…..

Vicarious took the perfect soul in his hands and he studied the glowing white orb that it was. It was powerful and would be worth eating. He licked his lips and opened wide and consumed it quickly. He felt the power rush to him and flood his entire body. He had no idea where she had gotten this from but it was absolutely the most powerful thing he had ever consumed. He stood straight again and flexed his muscles. He was more stronger than he had ever been thanks to his sister. He breathed heavily as he heard a loud boom in the distance. Whoever was fucking with his daughter would pay dearly now. If he found that one pretty hair on her head had been harmed then he would burn this world to a smoldering crisp.

 

[Lagertha]

The booms were indeed getting louder, closer, Irja could feel the ground rumbling below her feet as Warren spoke. She was hyperventilating again as she looked at him, wide eyed. Something about him seemed strangely familiar, but there was a part she didn't understand. It was almost like he was speaking in tongues as he spilled who Mr. Black was. My father? He's got to be lying! Still she pressed further into a tree as he got closer to her, there was an oddly familiar scent to him; grass and lavender. Telor? Irja was shook from the thought as he explained they needed to go, and she needed to either run or allow him to carry her.

"Don't you dare fucking touch me! Freak!" Irja had her hands in front of her, as if protecting herself from him. Her heart was thundering under her chest, it was like she was about to have a heart attack. Another loud boom sounded in the distance, so close that wind from the crash knocked down trees in the forest, and gushed towards them making her fall to the ground from the force. "Ah!"

"LITTLE BUG!" Irja froze, in fear at the voice of Mathias in the distance. She could see a clearing a few hundred feet away that had been leveled of trees, a man standing above another. Black suit, white shirt, and large razor sharp golden wings out stretched.

"Mathias!" Irja heard the second voice call softly, a hand raising up bloody, but nearly defeated. Gold glistened on the ground as Mathias looked down at Sulev, his hands in fists in excitement as he grinned. Mathias clothing was torn, and he was covered in open wounds, several lined his face, and his hair was no longer perfectly in place. "M-Mathias! You agreed...You agreed to what the creators said!" Mathias rose a brow as Irja scrambled to her feet hiding behind Warren, she didn't know why she was hiding behind the strange man but he reminded her of Telor.

"Your right, I agreed to half angels walking the world. Not half bred bugs!" Mathias roared, another gust of wind rolling their way knocking Irja to a tree as she cursed. She stumbled forward grabbing Warren.

"F-Fine! I'll go with you! Just...don't let them kill my father!" Irja pointed to the crumbled figure in the distance below Mathias, Mathias foot on top of his chest. "I don't care what you have to say, don't let them kill my daddy!" It was like Mathias could hear her, just like she could hear every word they said in the distance. He turned his head in their direction smiling as he shoved his foot into Sulev's chest causing Sulev to squirm and cry in pain.

"Come here little bug! I'll spare Sulev if you come to me..right? That's the name you go by in this life?" Mathias looked down at the man, who wrapped his arms around Mathias leg. "Oh please brother, give up." Sulev didn't respond as Mathias shoved his boot into him further making a crater form, Irja screamed. The action caused Mathias to look at her, in the distance, becoming distracted enough for Sulev to grab hold of his leg finally. Sulev picked up Mathias, startled Mathias flapped his wings trying to break free of Sulev's hold. Instead, Sulev sat up, before shoving all of his might and sending Mathias flying to the direction of the school.

"Stay away from my daughter!" Suleve cried as he watched the trees break by the weight of Mathias flying body. He sat up, wings broken and brittle, looking before he turned around to get to his feet. Sulev's eyes flickered madly as he saw Warren, but he grunted as he heard Mathias laughing in the distance. "You!" Sulev pointed to Warren. "Save her!"

"Dad!" Irja cried, clinging to Warren's arm to keep her balance. She was hesitating to step in front of him, and wondering why she was clinging to him like she might have done to Telor. "Dad!" Irja called again as Sulev continued to point in their direction, Mathias laughter was getting closer.

"Irja! Shut the fuck up and do as I say! Get out of here! Forget about me, forget about your mother and run!" Sulev screamed, but she could understand by the tone of his voice he was serious. Irja clung to Warren, tears falling down her face, she couldn't comprehend what the hell was going on. She could see Mathias getting closer to Sulev's back in the distance, he was walking at a brisk pace. "NOW IJA! RUN!" Sulev shrieked at the top of his voice at her. Irja froze for a moment before nodding, not waiting for anything else she jumped on Warren's back without question, expecting him to carry her.​

 

[Shake and Bake]

Warren heard the booms approaching and was knocked over by the closest one. He hadn't even heard the sound until the blast wave had already passed. Dirt, roots and plants flew through the air as the area was leveled. Warren did his best to stay upright by crossing his arms in an X to shield himself the best he could but even that wasn't enough and the debris tore his clothing to shreds and left him on his back with taters of a shirt and battered jeans.

“Ughhh” Warren groaned as he heard someone call out “Little bug”. He was shaken to the core and his head spun as he stood up slowly and saw the two immortals battle. It looked at first to be that the demon had the upper hand but then out of nowhere the Angel achieved the upper hand when Irja had broken the demons concentration. When he was told to protect Irja he looked the angel in the eyes and nodded. That was his purpose already from the start and he would make sure he did it or die trying.

He turned to Irja after she has surprisingly jumped on his back. “We have no time! I have to get you away from here!” Only he did not know where to take her. Anyplace around here was in danger and As he lept into the air he saw police and news helicopters filing the battle that lay waste to was seemed like a quarter of the city.

Her hair tickled his face as the wind whipped it around blocking his vision at times. He kept both hands around her thighs tightly, daring never to drop her. He could take her to the mansion. IT seemed a safe a place as any right now though with the catastrophic battle taking unpredictable turns. “I'm going to bring you to your true father, but he will be weak and not quite himself.” he targeted the house and landed in the front lawn and sprinted towards the front door.


Vicarious was almost ready to teleport when warren came bursting through the door. When he saw Irja on his back his eyes widened in surprise and he blinked down the stairs. “Warren you fucking did it! I can't believe you got her and me out of that alive!” he exclaimed ruffling the boy's hair. “I really can't believe you worked out so perfectly in your design.

“You don't know the half of it Maker.” The teen said with an impish grin. “Its utter hell out there.”

Vicarious didn't reply to the last comment because he was busy looking over Irja he looked at the bleeding spot on her scalp where her hair had been pulled out and the cuts on her skin. His body was filled with rage when he saw that she was hurt “Who did this to you!?” He demanded. “Where are they now. I will fucking destroy them all.” He Hugged her close. He hadn't been there for her all her life but he had never known about her. She of course didn't know that but he planned to make it up to her any way he could. She was his now and nobody could take her way.

 

[Lagertha]

Irja's arms were wrapped under Warren's arms, her legs on either side of him. Her face was hide in the back of his neck as he gripped her thighs so tightly she thought he might break her bones. This is crazy! Ridiculous! Irja stayed there as Warren spoke, but she didn't respond as she stared at his dark hair.

Her body was riddled with cuts, clothing torn, one of her heels had snapped in two leaving a little stub in the back. To make things worse, Warren jumping in the air, kicked the air straight out of her lungs. She held onto him for dear life, closing her eyes firmly, she couldn't look down, and she shook afraid of heights. Still, her eyes slammed open to the wiping wind as she heard the roar of Mathias below, and she could hear the loud boom as the trees leveled.

Irja tried to twist her head, to see the large view of trees, the clearing that had been made by the two angels, and the whole view of the world. Her eyes became wide, her heart ready to splinter from her chest as they began to fall down. Her hair whipped behind her, she closed her eyes, and opened her eyes shrieking, though it was cut off made shriek as they slammed into the ground.

She couldn't catch her breath as he started sprinting with her on his back, all her muscles were tensed and frozen in place, every inch of her hurt to hell as they busted through the front door of the mansion. She could hear it slam shut, a familiar sound, as she shook at the sound of Mr. Black's voice.

Her eyes snapped open as she felt him come closer. She could feel Warren's hair tickle her as he rubbed his head. Irja only looked up frightened as he touched her, hugging her like he had known her the entire she had lived.

"Put me down!" Irja's brows furrowed, as Warren put her down she stumbled on her broken heel, nearly falling on her ass. Irja jumped, taking off her heels and throwing them against a wall as she looked around. She froze. This was Telor's home, she realized, and slowly she turned to look at Mr. Black, he had something about her being hurt and instinctively her hand went up to the spot above her ear where the hair had been pulled out. She gulped, turning to the door to not answer as she opened it, looking outside. Still, she could see the trees in the distance, she had been to Telor's house before when she was smaller.

Silence filled her ears, except for the sirens of the officers coming from the school. There was no more billowing smoke from the forest, like the fight between Sulev and Mathias had all the sudden stopped. Irja looked outside wide eyed, backs to the two of them as she shook slightly.

"My dad had wings.." Irja stated remembering she had seen Sulev with golden broken wings. "..That man in black had the same golden wings." Irja didn't turn around as she stated the things she had saw. She remembered Mathias standing over Sulev, his own golden wings spreading out as he had called her a little bug. "He called me a little bug." Irja turned, confusion striking her face as she looked at the two of them. "Will someone tell me what the fuck is going on?" Irja snapped, pointing in the direction of the forest that was now silent. "I've been called a bug, a half bred, demon, and my father had fucking golden wings!"​