Soulless

[Wolfsister]

”Abraham!...” she called weakly. Just barely registering his appearance before the loss of blood caused her to pass out. ’It worked…’ she thought to herself before she welcomed the calm darkness that drifted on the edge of her consciousness.

She fluttered her eyes open and looked up into his concentrating face. She realised that for a demon, he looked remarkedly human, which was her twisted way of saying that he looked handsome. “I really can trust you,” she said softly, her awed voice barely a whisper for lack of strength. She winced and groaned from his ministrations on her body, he was slowly knitting her wounds together, though there would be no replacing the blood she had lost, at least not instantaneously.

She sucked in her breath and looked up at him, concentrating on his dirty blonde hair to shut out the pain. It wasn’t as successful as she had hoped. She felt as every individual sinew and muscle knitted together, stretching until they touched, then painfully melding together once more. Her stomach felt like it was on fire. Her lungs struggled to take air and use it as a viable oxygen source. Her fists clenched and unclenched while she gritted her teeth in an effort not to cry out from the pain. Why hadn’t she stayed unconscious during this and woken up after he had healed her?

In an effort to keep the pain at bay she moved her eyes around and noticed that she was once again in her haven. She tried, unsuccessfully, not to laugh. It came out as a painful gurgle of blood that dribbled out of the corner of her mouth as she coughed and spluttered. Ah, the irony of it.
Wraith, in conquerable half-breed, was lying prone on her back on a plush, soft couch underneath a grunting, concentrating Demon. And a handsome one at that.

She wisely kept her amusing thoughts to herself as she caught the bewildered expression of her saviour. One hardly laughed when one was lying on the bed with his powerful hands hovering over her life threatening wounds.

“It seems you have me at a disadvantage, Demon” she whispered huskily. Her low haunting sing song voice once again back to its hypnotic quality. She moaned when her wounds finally bound themselves together. Then she smiled weakly up at him and attempted to alleviate her pain with a rather pathetic joke. She spread her hands to the sides of her body in a helpless gesture and then whispered with a shaky grin, “Care to take advantage of that?”…

 

[Angelus]

I looked at Wraith and was glad to see that her wounds had healed but it had taken alot out of me to do so and I knew that I did not want to tell her that. I looked at her when she whispered something and put her hands by her sides but I could not register the words and began to slowly get to my feet but as soon as I tried my body screamed to me and I had used far too much energy in healing her. It was then that I fell to my knees next to where she lay and looked at her, wanting to say something to her but I found that I couldn't and collapsed onto the floor, my eyes closing as soon as I did.

As soon as my eyes were closed I found myself drifting away from my body and I screamed out to stay where I was but as much as I wanted to I found that I had no hold over where I stood and began to drift away. It was then that my eyes shot open and I found myself standing outside a very familiar library. As soon as I looked at it I wanted to scream out but before I could I began to move slowly into the building and I knew what was going to happen.

It was then that my victim appeared and before he had a chance to escape yet again I destroyed him and the building around him. It was then that I began to flow through every death that I had caused and as I did I felt something clawing at me as if it wanted to drag me down.

"Who are you, what do you want of me?!" I called out and all that I got was a laugh as a response. As soon as I heard that I knew where I was and that I was in trouble, that it was going to take a lot to get me out of here.

 

[GideonRose]

Vykariel sighed as he disappeared. She turned and walked out of the alley, glad she had a good sense of smell and wound her way back to the park where she first met the Demon.

She stopped when she got to the park. There was alot of blood on the ground. She sighed, rubbing her temples, wondering where the Demon was. She sent a probe out, and picked up his prescence, where she first saw him. In that tall building. He was there, with another, and they were both faint.

Vykariel slipped behind a tree, and a large wolf emerged. It was about 4ft high at its shoulder and a deep black colour, with brilliant white eyes. It raced through the city, as a dark blur, reaching the appartment within minutes, then bursting through the door of the room where she could smell the Demon. She saw him on the floor, next to a woman on the couch. They both appeared very weak. She padded over to the woman and gently licked her hand, then licked the demon on the cheek.

She went back to the door, nosing it closed. She sat by the door, standing guard.

 

[Wolfsister]

Wraith didn’t feel like she could move, but she soon found out that she could. She raised herself painfully to a seated position on the couch and tried to reach out to Abraham. Her brow creased in concern, what was happening?

Distantly, as though she were watching from above she watched curiously as a rather large predator stalked into the room. She arched a single delicate eyebrow when she felt the rough tongue come comfortingly in contact with her hand. Watched as it also gave the same treatment to the prone Abraham.

As it padded softly out the door a sense of complete calm over came her. She seemed to float serenely in a space of her own. It was neither day nor night for her, it didn’t seem to matter. She observed herself and the exhausted demon as if from a great distance. She seemed to smile when she saw him, he had expended such energy just to bring her back, well, at least to heal her. The poor thing, she noticed that he seemed to be in a very deep sleep, he must need to recuperate.

As she gazed at him a sudden violent flash of light, crazy images, a red dusk, a falling woman, a cliff… the water tinged pink from the mass of blood just falling, falling…
She shook herself slightly shaken by the odd vision. She looked at the demon who had healed her and wondered what she had just seen. She was used to visions, but not this strong, and not this violent.

A man’s heart beating in an unknown fist; his eyes wide as he watches his own life die in front of him. A harsh laugh from an unknown mouth as he reaches plaintively out to clutch his own heart, his eyes growing more and more vacant as the heart’s beating became fainter and fainter.

Wraith staggered, gagging. She suddenly retched, coughing up more of her precious blood.

A child, her young beautiful eyes missing from their sockets. Instead they are in her dead open mouth, ants crawling over the empty sockets as their dead stare watched a pair of unknown boots walk away.

Wraith crumpled to the floor beside him. Her mind and stomach reeling from the blood curdling visions. As she stared at his peacefully calm face, she suddenly knew.
It was him.
He was the one that was doing all of this, he was the one that killed all of these innocent people. He was the one giving her the visions.

A pregnant woman, her unborn foetus hanging limply from the umbilical cord still attached to her insides. The large hole that was ripped into her stomach the reason that she could watch as her first and now only child died before it ever lived. Abraham standing over her…

She shuddered, the horror this demon had wrought. The senseless violence he had created. The lives he had ended.

Her life he had saved.

Growling she reached out to shake his shoulder. “Wake up you filthy demon!” she snarled, shaking him violently, attempting to bring him back to consciousness. She wasn’t sure what was happening, but her demon heritage was calling out to her. And so was Abraham, she suddenly realised.
It was his turn to be saved…

She gritted her teeth, trying to wake him up, still much weakened herself. She kept trying though, amid the wash of visions that flooded her mind…

A father…

Another shake,

A daughter...

A punch,

A son…

A knee,

A mother….

“Wake you bastard!!”

A family…

 

[GideonRose]

Gideon gave a startled yip as she watched the woman. She could see something was wrong, she could smell something was wrong. She dashed over as the woman began shaking the Demon's shoulder. She pawed at his face, then turned into her human form, and joined the woman in shaking him.

 

[Angelus]

Abraham tried his hardest to wake up but he found that the harder he tried the further he fell into himself, to fall deeper into his memories; the memories that he did not want. He saw every person that he had killed, every death that he had caused in his long life and the more that he saw the more that he fell into himself. He felt like he was losing himself and he was sinking more into himself as if he did not want to come back and that made him ask one question, did he want to come back to himself because even though he relived every death that he had caused he was safe within himself.

It was then that he heard Wraith's voice calling to him but it seemed to be at a distance as if he was sinking even more into himself. He wanted to call out to her but he knew that if he did then he would come back into real life and then he would be in pain again and that was the last thing that he needed.

 

[Wolfsister]

She paid next to no attention to the Wolf, but did narrow her eyes when it turned into a woman. So this was the one that he had taken somewhere? She had thought so.

She continued to shake the demon, glad that she now had help. But she still had no idea what she had to do to get him back. And she did want him back, if only so that she could find her father and kill him. Right now, Abraham was her only link to her demon heritage, and she didn’t plan on letting that go. Not until she had her revenge.

His visions kept coming, more and more violent, more and more sick. She didn’t know why she was seeing them; perhaps the blood they shared was the key? Yes, that could be it. It most definitely could, but for all that she thought, she couldn’t figure out how to wake him up.

She sat up, disgusted. Shaking obviously wasn’t helping. She shook her own head and then sighed. Wincing slightly, she realised that she was still very weak from the battle and her tremendous loss of blood. She closed her eyes briefly and then opened them to stare at the other woman. When she spoke, her voice was soft and weak. That haunting sing-song quality was still there, but very light. “What do you suppose we should do now?” but she didn’t really expect an answer. Not from this demon, she wasn’t even sure why the other woman was helping, or even who she was.

She stared almost forlornly at Abraham; she didn’t utter his name out loud, not wanting to give up her new found power over him. She knelt there, breathing in and out shallowly in a vain attempt to banish the pain from her newly healed wound in her chest. She winced every time a new vision assaulted her, gasping a bit as they gradually came faster, leaving almost no gaps of reality between. Now they were hitting her so fast it almost seemed as if his visions were her reality. An endless movie she was being forced to watch.

She suddenly screamed, clawing at her eyes, then just as suddenly she clutched her middle. Screaming with horror, her eyes wide open she looked at her arm. All she could see was what he was showing her, but now, each time a new vision came at her, she wasn’t just a helpless spectator anymore. Now she was each and every single one of his victims.

The one called Wraith screamed in agony as she felt everything the demon had put his victims through. Now she was the one caught up in the horror that had been his deeds over the long years that he had lived, tortured, killed. And he had enjoyed every single one of them.

She screamed and fell forward, breathing hard. In the last five minutes she had been blinded, rended limb from limb, her stomach had been ripped from it confines, every single one of her bones had been broken, repeatedly. Her ears had been burned and she had watched as her lover had been forced to eat her still beating heart before she died. And there was so much more to come.

Wraith couldn’t take much more of this, her body ached from the abuse it was taking, her mind was steadily becoming more and more shattered for every piece of torture she had to endure. If she had been insane before, not much more of this and she would be truly broken.

He would hear each and every one of her screams for mercy, he would hear the pain she was going through, all because of him. If he wanted to stay safe within him self; then that was fine, but he would have to drag her with him. For sure enough that every vision had the torturer, they also had to have the victim.

 

[Soul Shadow]

Leon

His eyes glittered with amusement as he watched their struggles. Chuckling to himself, the sound hollow and distant, even to his own ears, he turned and walked the short distance to his bed. Bending down, he stroked the soft silky fur of the large Black Panther that graced his white satin sheets.

Crooning slightly under his breath, he smiled as he stared into the deep azure eyes of his favourite pet. “Ah, you are enjoying this as much as I am, aren’t you?” he said softly to the large black cat.

Azurial slowly blinked as he felt the comforting hand stroke down his back. Stretching his full eight foot length, his hind legs kicking out lazily, he began to pant. His pink tongue hanging out, almost comically set against a background of razor sharp, white canines. He purred, his tail swishing to and fro.

Leon Maxwell smiled down at his huge friend. “Yes, you are.” He waved a hand to the air before him and a vision filled the room. Two women and a man graced his line of sight. His smile grew wider as he steepled his fingers together, watching the scene unfold before him.

His eyes grew dark and his smile even darker, “Abraham, Wraith and Vykariel. Hmmm, you should be more careful when you say your names out loud Little Ones. You don’t know who is listening”

His rich deep laughter filled the room, the evil dark sound echoing along the walls of his private chambers. Azurial kept purring, his tail bobbing to and fro almost hypnotically.

 

[Angelus]

I flowed through everyone of my victims until each and every one of them was a blur, all I could remember was the pain that I had brought to them seconds before I had killed them. I knew this was the reason why I had left the life that I had had, why I had left the underworld, vowing never to return to that place as I knew that I had changed, I knew that I valued every life in this world and that made me different from every other demon in that place.

It was then that I felt as though I was being pulled down again and as much as I did not want to go down there I knew that I was going to the underworld, I could feel it calling to me.

I opened my eyes and the first sight that I saw was my home, the one place I hoped I would never see again and it was then that I heard a voice I never wanted to hear. I turned suddenly and the first sight that I saw was that of my oldest brother who stood there with a large smile on his face. He walked slowly towards me and before I could open my mouth to say anything his foot shot out and connected with my side, sending me sliding across the ground. I felt that my ribs were broken as soon as I stopped myself and it was then that I heard his laugh a second before he said, "Welcome home little brother.... so glad that I have the pleasure of seeing you again."

It was then that I felt the fireball slam into me and I let out a scream that caused him to start laughing even louder.

 

[Wolfsister]

Wraith gave one last scream and then suddenly collapsed. Her breath came in ragged gasps and her eyes remained closed...

She herself fell into a deep sleep, a sleep of the weary, of the damned. She didn't think she wanted to wake again... didn't think she could.

She slept....

 

[GideonRose]

Vykariel was anxious. There was nothing she could do for either of them, as they were going through some internal struggle. She picked the woman up and carried her easily into a bedroom, placing her on a bed gently, so as not to disturb her. She lifted the demon up, grunting a little, and carried him into the room also, gently lying him down beside the woman. She sensed what was happening to them was somehow linked, and she thought it best they were together. She left the door open, just in case she had to get in there in a hurry, and she prowled around the little apartment, making sure everything was locked and bolted. She sat down heavily on the couch, and she though she could hear three murmured names, one her own, echoing throughout the room. She shook her head. It was probably just all the weird traveling the Demon had taken her on.

She sighed and closed her eyes, not sleeping, but just staring at the blackness. She opened her eyes again and let them adjust to the light. She wished those two would wake up; she was lonely. She gave a wry smile. ‘What a bitch I am,’ she thought. ‘Who knows what’s going on in their heads, and I want them to wake up just so I have company.’ She gave a low chuckled and shook her head, before laying down on the couch.

 

[Angelus]

I slowly got to my feet and looked at Marcus who had a smile on his face which was getting bigger.

"My dear brother, it is so good to see you again - I have truly missed you. Now how can I greet you, oh yes.... like this."

Before I knew what was happening he threw another energy ball at me which hit me in he chest and sent me flying through the air to crash into the gound several feet away. As soon as I landed I smelt the burning flesh, knew that it was mine and knew that I was in trouble. I tried to get back to my feet but found that I had no energy at all and I knew that I did not have much left as everything that I had gone through up to this point had drained me of almost all my energy.

I then heard my brother walk towards me and could hear the grin in his voice.

"No no.... you will not die right now my brother."

It was then that I felt something wrap itself around me and I felt as though I was being ripped apart which made me scream out in immense pain and caused my brother to start laughing.

It was then that I felt a body next to me and opened my eyes quickly then sat up on the bed just to see Wraith laying next to me. I looked down at her with wide eyes and tried to think of what had happened to her, it was then that I remember what I had gone through and how I had felt her with me, how she went through everything that I did which made me curse myself.

 

[GideonRose]

Vykariel sat up, hearing the soft noises of the bedsprings from the other room. Someone was either awake, or moving. She quietly moved to the doorway and saw the demon awake. "How are you feeling?" she said in a voice that was barely a whisper. She knew the demon could hear her.

 

[Angelus]

I turned to look at her, at the woman that I had taken to see why these mortals were worth saving. I still felt weak after what had happened to me and I wanted to move so that I knew that I was alive but in the same aspect I knew that I didn't so that I could stay with Wraith and make sure that she was alive, that she was was okay.

"How long have you been here?" I asked.

As soon as I said it I knew that it was the dumbest thing that I could have said but it was the first thing that had come to my head and I knew that I could not take it back now.

I then turned to look at Wraith and hope that she was okay.

 

[GideonRose]

"Long enough," Vykariel murmured. "Can I get you anything? Food, water?" She was a little concerned. She had never seen an immortal worried before.

 

[Angelus]

I looked at Wraith again but did not know what to do to help her and that worried me. It was then that I heard the question that Vykariel had asked and looked at her, wondering again what to say to her or do for Wraith but I knew that I could not do anything, there was no need for it.

"I am not sure what I want at the moment but I know that I cannot stay here. I cannot help Wraith because I know that she has to do this by herself."

I slowly got to my feet and moved away from the bed then to the living room, wondering what was going to happen now.

 

[Wolfsister]

OOC: eeek! hope you don't mind Angelus... I needed your charry for a second

Abraham just stood there, wondering what was going to happen next. Next thing he knew, he found his feet taking him back to the bedroom with Wraith. He sat down, not knowing what to do for her.

She stirred, only dimly registering where she was. The first thing she did was lean casually over the side of the bed and was delicately sick. Scrubbing the back of her hand over her mouth she sighed and looked up, the wolf-woman was still there, she could sense it. But Abraham was right next to her. And they were on the bed.

Suddenly she rounded on him, about to tell him that taking advantage of their situation had been a joke when the memory of what she had just been through crashed down on her. She stared in open shocked terror at him, sickened. Finally the memories faded away but not the pain they had left in their wake. It hurt just to move, just to breathe, but she stubbornly kept breathing, kept moving. She had been through worse at least. Hell, she had almost died! She closed her eyes and ran her fingers through her hair. Then she opened them, the memories just a distant whispering in her mind.

And stared.

She swung her head around, from side to side and her mouth worked, as if she wanted to say something, but she could not find the words. She held her hand in front of her face and then waved it to and fro. Then she reached out and felt her hand connect with Abraham’s form. She gasped. Oh dear spirits, she was blind!

“I… I… I can’t see!” she stammered as she grabbed his arm and shook it vigorously. At least she hoped it was his arm, not someone else. Her hand went out and ‘searched’ the area around her, only connecting with Abraham once and hard, which brought a grunt from him.

She let go of him and leaned over the bed and was sick again, the pain in her stomach rivalling the pain in her soul. She sat back up and patiently waited for her vision to return. On the outside, as soon as she had opened her eyes, people would have been able to tell there was something different about her. She had no irises, no whites to her eyes. They were just one solid colour, onyx. Dark black had replaced her haunted, hunted look, had replaced everything in her eyes. The only outward appearance, other than her claws when they were unsheathed, of her demon heritage.

She shook and moaned slightly when she realised that her vision would not return for a while. Well, she hoped it would return. Strangely enough, she felt oddly calm about it, not being able to see, that is. One would have thought that she would have been hysterical, or on the point of madness. Perhaps that was why she was so calm, she had long since passed the point of insanity.

She swung her head to where she supposed Abraham was and spoke calmly, her low singsong voice for once not bothering her, “I’m blind Abraham, don’t you see it? Because I can’t!” her laugh was hollow and a tinge of lunacy tainted the edge of it.

 

[Soul Shadow]

Leon laughed, oh those complete fools! Azurial still lay beside him, his pink tongue lolling out, panting. His sharp green cat eyes seemed to speak to Leon. He nodded absently, as if he really could hear the big cat speak to him. “Yes, yes, you are right. It is time to introduce myself,” he nodded again; the decision made and chuckled, the sound of it low and reverberating around the dimly lit bedchamber.

Taking a small bell, delicately carved in gold, his slender fingers almost caressing the sides of it, he rang it. The sound that came out was beautiful, a clear tinkling of musical notes. He smiled.

A nervous little man appeared at his door and knocked precariously. The door swung open at his command. He stepped in and wrung his hands, starting violently when his eyes came in contact with Azurial’s. He wetted his lips with a dry tongue and stammered slightly, “You… you… you…rang M…M…Master?” He wasn’t sure if he should bow to the Demon or the Panther. No-one knew who the real master was when addressing these too.

Leon nodded and a soft smile came to his lips, he walked forward and gently took the man’s head in his long slender fingers and looked him straight in the eyes. “I have a job for you,” he said simply and then the man knew it. He knew what he had to do. He whimpered in his Master’s hands, not wanting to do it. “M…Mus…Must you … Mast… Master?” he whined.

Azurial lazily stood and Leon’s smile split into a wide grin. “Do not worry, we will leave you alive for them to find, just barely,”

Warren eyed Azurial once again nervously and wetted his lips again. His eyes darted around, as if searching for an escape, but he would not find one. He never did.

Azurial padded softly up to the two men and nudged Leon aside gently with a giant head. Acquiescing to the Panther’s wishes he stepped to the side lightly. Bowing to the big black cat, his grin still firmly in place, “Very well my friend, you may have first go.” He stepped back again, mindful of any blood that might find its way on his silken white suit.

Warren’s eyes opened wide as Azurial yawned lazily, showing the impressive array of fangs in his possession. Then he raised a heavy paw, claws unsheathed, and all thoughts of running vanished from Warren’s mind. If he ran now, his punishment would be far worse than this. As the claws swept down at him he squeezed his eyes shut and vowed not to scream.

He screamed. The sound of it echoing from the stone worked walls along with the low rumble of evil laughter and contented purring.

 

[GideonRose]

Vykariel raised her eyesbrows. "Woah," she murmured. She had seen this sort of thing on another Lycan, but not instantaeneously. She also heard the tinkling of a bell, and she shook her head, trying to banish the ringing from her ears. She crouched down infront of the woman, waving her fingers infront of her eyes. No response. She was looking in the Demons direction, but over his shoulder. She shivered. She wondered what she had seen that had rendered her sightless. "Any ideas?" she asked the demon.

 

[Angelus]

I looked at Wraith and was shocked by what I could see or more importantly what she could not. It made me wonder what had done this to her and whether or not her experience with what I had gone through had something to do with it. Had she been so badly hurt with what she had gone through that it had permanently injured her and there was no chance that she could get her sight back. As I looked at her I knew that this was my fault and tried to think of a way to bring her sight back but I knew that it was impossible. I slowly raised one of my hands and brought some of the power to the surface but wondered if anything I could do would hurt her even more and dropped my power back into myself.

I moved away from the bed and looked down at the floor, feeling useless at the moment and wondered what was going to happen now that my brother knew where I was. I knew that no matter what I did now he would be able to find me and that put anyone around me in danger.

I wanted nothing more than to leave this place at that thought but I knew that if I did I would be putting the two people who had put their faith and small amount of trust in me. I then turned to Vykariel, "I do not know what to do and that is what worries me."

 

[Wolfsister]

She started slightly as she heard the other woman's voice. Closing her eyes and then opening them, as if that would bring back her vision, she slowly shook her head. She whined, there was no other word for it, she whined. She could still clearly see the images that had been shown to her from Abraham's past, it was all that she remembered seeing.

She groaned and lay back on the bed, closing her eyes, trying to banish those visions, that horrible nightmare. She could not, no matter how hard she tried. "Why? Why did you have to do all those things?" she asked in a soft pained voice. "Why do demons exist at all?"

She did not know where he was, but she had sensed him move away. It was at that moment that her stomach growled. She gave a little laugh, "I can't be hungry, I just got impaled. But I suppose a little water wouldn't go amiss," she tries to stand, catching the edge of the bed and losing her balance in her relatively dark world. She sort of crashed into Vykariel. Grabbing at her arm to keep balance.

"Sorry," she muttered, she had never been this clumsy before, though she did not think to attribute it to her new found loss of sight. "Which way is the kitchen?" she asked this to the woman she was holding onto.... not bothering to wait for Abraham's answers. She really did not want to hear them, nor did she really want to speak to him right now either. Not after what she had seen and was continuing to see.

Right now, she did not even want to know him....

 

[Angelus]

I looked at her and could sense the anguish that she was going through and it was then that I heard the pain that was in her voice when she asked me the question of how I could do those things that she had seen, that she had relived or that she was still reliving. I wanted to help her anyway that I could but I had to ask myself whether or not if she wanted it or not but I could sense that she did not, that she did not want me around at all.

I stood there and looked out the window, at the mortals that were going about their lives and wished that my life was not as complicated as it was but I knew that was not the case and I had to live the life that I did. I turned and looked at Wraith who was trying to move with Vykrariel's help and let out a sigh, wishing that I could do something but I knew that it was my fault that she was like this. I turned back to the window and closed my eyes then let my power flow through me and without saying a word disappeared in a shimmer.

As soon as I reappeared back out on the street I knew that what I was doing was very wrong but I also knew that Wraith did not want me around and that I had to leave her alone to sort things out. I took a deep breath then moved slowly down the street, hoping that I could find at least a little peace after what had happened.

 

[Soul Shadow]

Warren

Leon watched as Abraham began to walk along the streets. This demon kept on insisting on walking amongst humans, why did he have to make it so difficult? Leon stood there, musing. Thinking a while, twisting a single golden band on his left hand's middle finger as he was want to do when he was thinking. He absently heard the undertone of Azurial's contented purring as the big cat licked the blood from his fur.

Leon's own appearance left something to be desired. His white silk suit was rumpled and not so white any longer. Long dark red streaks of blood decorated the white material, looking for all the world like he had just been through a slasher horror movie.

His right hand hung limply at his side and he started when he felt Azurial's rough pink tongue graze gently over it, licking up the blood that ran down his fingers to drip unheeded on to the rich, plush carpet beneath their feet. The trail of blood led to a pityful lump quivering in the corner of his chambers.

"Do you see him Warren? Do you see the one you must break?" he asked softly, his voice almost caring as he walked to the bleeding quivering mass that was his minion. He reached out a concerned hand and gently tipped Warren's chin up so that he could clearly see the Demon walking along the human streets. His grip on Warren's chin tightened and became painful when the young demon did not answer. "Speak!" he commanded in a much more forceful tone punctuated in the background by Azurial's impatient growl.

Warren whimpered, "Y..ye...yes Mas.. mas... master" he managed to whisper, committing Abraham's features to memory.
Leon smiled softly, affectionately at the young man, "Good, now we wait." He did not loosen his painful hold on Warren.

They did not have to wait long. As all three demons watched the vision filling the better half of Leon's chamber, they saw Abraham turn into a small alley, shaking his head and looking around himself warily. "Hmmm.. who does he wait for?" Leon mused, thinking on the problem for a while, a nudge from his 'pet' bringing him back to the task at hand.

He smiled down at the frightened demon below him, then he bent his head and gently kissed Warren's forehead in farewell then he whispered into the younger demon's ear, "Now beg and scream for mercy and his help," Then he ripped open the Void, casting Warren into it's screaming depths.

He kept a hold of his Puppet for a while, wondering how long it would take for Abraham to heed the calls for help. He would only let go when he was sure that Abraham had taken the bait.

On the otherside of the Void, Warren screamed.

A large black hole, screaming and wailing all that could be heard in its dark swirling mass, the only figure that could be seen was a young demon struggling for purchase on the ground beneath him, suddenly opened before Abraham in the alley.

Warren's piteous form screamed out to the other, older demon there, Abraham, "HELP!!!"

 

[GideonRose]

Vykariel held tightly onto the woman as she stumbled against her. She could feel how upset she was, and she knew her upset and revulsion was directed at the Demon. She didn't know what it was she had seen, but she knew it was horrible and had something to do with the Demon. Vykariel watched him, her eyes studying his face, silently begging him not to leave the two of them, but the next time she blinked, he was gone.

She sighed and put the womans arm around her shoulder, and her own arm around the womans waist to support her a little better and led her to the kitchen and sat her down on a chair, and got her water. She placed it in the womans hand. "Drink," she said. "My name is Vykariel."

 

[Wolfsister]

She slowly drank and when she was done smiled weakly to where she thought Vykariel was. She did not say thankyou, that was against her nature, but her smile and her manner would be thanks enough.

"I am Wraith. Did you come with -" she grimaced at having to mention him again, "- Abraham?" She clutched at the glass as if it were an anchor saving her from drifting off into an unknown world. Mayhap it was.