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Lillian Du Bois
Outlaw
Earth Sorceress - Level 1
$500 Bounty
Location: Fairbell


" A livelier emerald twinkles in the grass."

Lillian threw the cloth curtains back to reveal blinding light that soon focused into the town of Fairbell that spread out below them. The man had promptly escorted her to his rented room and what a room it was. Trash littered the floor, wrinkled sheets decorated with various shades of stains on them, and Lillian didn't even want to know the contents of the sticky puddle she had stepped in while entering the room. The air held a pungent stench of beer and stale food, an all too reminiscent smell for Lillian.

On the windowsill sat a standard revolver, a classic Hartmann brand, now reflecting the light from the outside world. Unlike most outlaws Lillian wasn't a gun enthusiast. She knew how to fire a gun, sure but could she tell you what kind of bullets it needed and how many rounds it could fire? Hell no. Who the hell cared about that shit when you had magic? Fucking magic! Still, Lillian didn't like being caught unprepared so she would steal this along with the rest of the crap she could get her hands on. She palmed the pistol and spun its chambered cylinder until she flicked it back in place. There was another reason why Lillian didn't use guns one she never shared.

"Nice piece," Lillian said over her shoulder with a suggestive tone, an all too easy innuendo.

"Wait 'til ya see my other piece," he laughed.

Something nudged into her back then it happened again this time only harder. Lillian whipped around on instinct - she made the moves that's how this worked. Her grip on the revolver, still in hand, tighten instantly upon seeing a shotgun pointing directly at her chest. A shocked expression registered on her face, the trickster had been trick.

"An easy $500 bounty..." words continued to flow out of the man's mouth but they faded into the background while her thoughts came to the forefront.

Fuck. A bounty hunter.

She noticed the slurring of his words had completely dissipated. The southern accent? Gone. He had faked everything. Probably even set up this room to make it more convincing. She shouldn't have gone after someone who had been paying attention to her earlier moves. This was sloppy. Sloppy. Sloppy. Sloppy. The boss would not be pleased. Lillian slowly raised her hands until they were well above her head. The leveling of the gun ticked upward with every movement she made. A sign of an itchy trigger finger - Lillian needed to be careful or risk losing her head.

"Drop the gun," he spoke through gritted teeth. He wore that same smug look every bounty hunter did when they caught their target. Lillian did what she was told.

"Look, I'm willing to do anything to not be turned in," Lillian pleaded making she to keep her movements at a minimum. She left out "such as killing you" but she'd make that point very clear in a few short moments.

The man leered in response, "I wasn't sure if you'd go for me, y'know?" Had Lillian reached the point of capture where the bounty hunter told her all his plans because he was going to kill her in the end? She had been through this before. Once... Twice... Five times max. "I toyed with my appearance, to keep my wedding ring on or take it off? How to dress, but in the end I doubt it mattered. You were easy. I even took down all your bounty posters."

"I don't even know your name," she stammered trying to stall and come up with a viable strategy. "You'd think the guy that caught Lillian The Great would want his name known."

"My name isn't important, Rook on the other hand..."

Lillian couldn't stop how she widen her eyes and inhaled a large amount of air in response to hearing that name. Days had turned into months since she had heard that name. From another person that is as Lillian thought about Rook every day and each thought stung a little more than the last. It had been so long that she figured Rook had given up after Lillian had given the last three bounty hunters the slip and started working for the boss. Even Rook wasn't stupid enough to cross Lillian's new boss - at least not directly. Despite the name, Rook worked like the queen and apparently they weren't out of moves yet.

A smile surfaced on Lillian's face. She always became aware of the weight of her spellbook when she casted the spells in its pages. A feeling of numbness swept over and buried into every crevice of her body until its sensation was replaced by a tingling one soon after. It happened each time she let out the magic inside her and let it manifest into a spell.

"What are you smiling about," the man growled. A small grey and white canine snapped its jaws as a reply. Summoning familiar creatures was Lillian's specialty, mostly because she was lonely growing up and they kept her occupied since her parents never allowed for any real animals around the house.

The second his eyes left the gun she slammed down on the shotgun which caused the butt of the gun to smack the bounty hunter in the face with enough force that it left his skin red. Before he had time to recover Lillian seized the shotgun by its barrel and swung it like a bat, however, the bounty hunter raised his forearms in time to block the gun from its intended target - his face. He rushed at her but Lillian evaded his outstretched arms by bringing her right foot back so her body was parallel to the wall to her left.

Lillian's finger pressed down on the trigger releasing the bullets from within. That other reason she didn't use guns? Lillian had really poor aim which was now clearly evident by the cracks in the window from the bullets passing through them. The bounty hunter's body rattled with laughter.

"The boss won't be happy about this," Lillian sighed.

"Your boss? You mean- " the bounty hunter never finished the rest of his sentence. Or perhaps he did, but not in the same room as Lillian. His body flung and crashed into the already weaken window that only resulted in him falling out of it. The small canine had been replaced with a moderate sized bull that slammed all of its weight into the man and subsequently through the glass-paned window. As much as Lillian wanted to glance over the edge to see that streets below painted with his blood there wasn't time. Fairbell was on high alert and this stunt was sure to bring in the sheriffs.
 

machomuu

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Bounty - $5

"What do you have to do around here to be worth more than a Five Dollar Shake?" Amelia vented. "I look like a goddamn mummy," She patted her wounded, bandaged arm, "and I'm only good enough to get some candy from a candy shop!" Amelia brought the canteen to her mouth and took several large gulps, slamming it back down in frustration. "And on top of it all I can't even get some decent booze. This tastes like sink water!"

The barkeep, tending to his dishes and other customers, responded, "It is sink water." Amelia looked into her canteen and clicked her tongue; surely enough, it was water that just so happened to be a little murkier than average. "I'm not gonna serve you the hard stuff when you're angry like this," he glanced up at her. "'Specially when you have the blood of other men on you."

"I'm a $5 outlaw," she said plainly, waving her hand. "It's my blood. I tripped down some stairs. Gimme some booze." The barkeep simply ignored her. She clicked her tongue again and said, "You're a really bad businessman. Here I am trying to give you my money and you're serving me free gruel." With a sour look she chugged the rest of the darkened water and slammed the canteen against the counter once again. She stood up and said, "Hopefully this'll be the last time I come here for a while. Took care of business so I gotta get homeward bound real quick. Thanks for putting up with my shit." The barkeep chuckled and Amelia exited the bar.

The outlaw dropped down a few steps and immediately went to consult her map. However, she was interrupted by an unfamiliar man wearing a deeply indented cowboy hat and a bandanna 'round his neck; he seemed to be smiling rather wide. He simply stood in front of her with his hands behind his back. She sneered in annoyance and said, "Can…I help you?"

"No," he responded, "but I can help you." Amelia, assuming it to be a cheap pick-up line or possibly someone trying to sell some faulty tonic, went from a sneer to a dry expression. "If you would please put out your hand, Little Miss." Amelia was hesitant, given that the whole encounter was pretty sleazy, so she stealthily brought her good hand down to her knife and put out her shaky bandaged one. The man's smile shrunk into a smirk and he placed into her hand several bills. 10 banknotes each worth $10, much to the outlaw's surprise. She didn't remove her hand from the knife as she was even more suspicious than she had been before she'd received the money.

"…What's this?" She said with a very visible question mark on her face. "Generally when people try to sell something I'm the one giving them money."

The hatted man chuckled. "It's an apology and a gift of thanks." Amelia raised an eyebrow, even more confused than before. "Seems you don't remember me, though, so I'll refresh your memory." The man raised his hand to reveal a bandaged finger. "I'm the ass that you made an ass out of yesterday."

"…Doesn't really make things any clearer." She pocketed the money and put her bandaged hand on the gun in her pocket. "Is this some kind of bribe or are you givin' me a job?"

The man simply shook his head and said, "Nothing like that. Really. I just mistook you for someone else, a guy that uses gunpowder, cherry bombs, and other fireworks and miscellany to cause general mischief. He was a real odd job and took pretty much any job he'd get paid for, so he gained quite the reputation. A $200 bounty's worth, specifically." With a hint of embarrassment, the man lowered the front of his hat to slightly hide his face. "I attacked you because you seemed to have had an outlaw poster next to him. Never expected you were actually another hunter, Caddaway." Shocked, Amelia's hands shot away from her weapons and she was physically taken aback. The bounty hunter looked elsewhere and continued, "Yeah, turned out that they listed you as a five dollar outlaw, but I saw how you took care of the bomb outlaw- or rather, I saw that he was dealt with and that you were the cause, and I figured the bounty on you couldn't have been more than a joke." Laughing rather heartily, he said, "I brought it up and it's been wiped. After all, anything you could have done for $5 is far outweighed by a $200 bounty. And since you showed promise, the boss wants to meet you." Reaching into a pocket on his coat, he brought out a paper filled with text; very little white space in-between. "We're stationed pretty close to the chasm, so just consider stopping by."

Amelia was stunned, unable to manage more than a twitch of the eye. She didn't want to be seen taking care of business. As if her having been caught wasn't enough, it had the opposite effect on her bounty than she'd wanted; her bounty now on level with the complimentary sink water she had been drinking only minutes ago. Biting her tongue, Amelia regained control over her body and took the paper that the bounty hunter held out toward her, pocketing it.

"And as for the thanks," the bounty hunter reached into his coat pocket and out peeked a book. "I'll be taking this, the spellbook of Mr. Cherrybomb." Amelia clenched her teeth. The hunter abrasively waved his hands in front of him, sensing the aggression teeming from Amelia. "If it helps, I needed this to collect the bounty, which I gave you in full. 'Course, a dead man doesn't net you a full bounty, but this served proof enough for half. I didn't take any of it." With that, the man turned and tipped his hat. "''til we meet again, partner," walking off into the distance.

A pit had formed in Amelia's stomach. The money was nice, but the small reputation that she'd gained had been tarnished and even reversed. She'd gone from $5 outlaw to honored prospective bounty hunter. What truly made her angry about the whole deal was that it was more than simply just a title. For the past 24 hours she'd basically been acting like a bounty hunter as well and was rewarded for such. The sanctions met the tasks, and her dreams were farther away than ever. After taking a few minutes to gather her bearings, Amelia took a long, slow breath, exhaled, and headed towards the train station.​
 
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ANIMA

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Her heart pounded in her chest, the walls contracted pushing the blood out to the body and then expanding again. It couldn't be. Anima looked up the stairs at her. "Gaudium calls." He uttered, it was true, the deity required their attendance. They both felt the tug of the benevolent god pulling at their mind. Poloma looked at Anima, these two world were colliding. She couldn't do both. Outside, the murmurs echoed past the door. The people outside the door were obviously acquainted with Shadow, a person who keeps her name so private. Anima walked up the stairs, went around the counter. Shadow looked at him with a deathly stare. Anima simply responded my extending his index finger over his mouth. He walked over to the handle. His hand began to glow a hot white with a red tint. He touched the handle. He whispered, "What is life but a shadow?" The handle glowed for only a moment then both Anima's hand and the handle's glow faded. Anima then shot a glance to Poloma and marched over to the cupboard and stepped in.
Poloma walked over to the door and pulled the bolt back. "Open."
The handle pressed down and the door sprung open. There he stood, Tubnekee, a muscled man with a dark caramel skin tone, a wolf skin slung over his shoulders, two leather strips wrapped diagonally across his well defined chest creating an X shape. Along the X was a collection of feather. His chest was dark and hairy, his head was shaved entirely minus a large braid that followed the shape of his head. The leather strips were attached to a pair of short trousers. Tubnekee had a large scar that stretched from the left of his hairline to the tip of his cheekbone. Narrowly missing his eye. Tubnekee stepped in the door. "A barren woman for a chieftain... Otunea was right, you are a disgrace!"
Otunea, or Blind Prophet, was the tribe's Oracle. She used her lack of sight to look in to the soul of nature and see through their eyes. The sight of the Future, Past and present. Poloma gasped, "You used Otunea for your own selfish endeavours. I can't say I ever took you for an honest man."
"When you are a warlord, sword trumps honour." He responded. He then registered his victory coming near in her eyes. "I am here to reclaim my throne." He grabbed his cleaver, forged from bone and leather, out of it's sheath
"You can't do this Tubnekee. Don't you remember your childhood when you came across my mother?" Poloma walked back slowly. Tubnekee hesitated. "Just because I helped your mother bring you in to this world, doesn't mean I can't take you out of it."


And then boots.


A man followed behind Tubnekee, his hat was a Stetson Hat, spiky stubble went across his face. His lips firmly pursed around a big fat cigar, the end ignited recently. His jacket was dark orange leather riddled with pockets and underneath his open coat he had a white shirt. He had black trousers and a brown belt with a belt buckle of gold. Either side his hips, were twin holsters, where pristine revolvers sat. "I had enough of this jabbering horse ****. I do believe that you are a wanted girl, missy. It's time for you come in." He took out his revolver. He looked at the Tribal man, "Tubby, you'll get her once I get paid."
Poloma was cornered, Poloma looked down the barrels of the guns. "Jacobs?" Tubnekee began straining his eyes.
"What now?" The Bounty Hunter hollered.
"I... I am... I am seeing..." The tribal man began to wobble, he put his hand on the counter. His hand shook violently.
"The ****?" Jacobs blinked, was tubby drunk? "I thought you people don't drink."
"We... we don't..." Tubnekee's knees gave way and he dropped on to his knees. He looked up away from his trembling body. He said in a voice that was not his own, the voice was deep, dark and ominous. "What is life but a shadow?" The voice was the voice of Gaudium. The native man fell unconscious, slumping forward.
Jacobs looked at Shadow, "You cunning spawn of a whore." He pulled back the primer hammer, but Poloma wasn't there. Shadow ran down in to the basement. She brought out her crossbow, priming the arrow and pointing it at the stairs.
Jacobs came down the stairs. They both were at each other's weapons. Jacobs grinned. "So Anima is here too?"
Shadow inhaled sharply. Jacobs let go of his gun's handles, yet they stayed elevated, he pointed his hands towards the cupboard where Anima was hiding. A red beam shot from Jacobs' hand. The beam passed through the doors of the cupboard, Anima's body seized up. His body was peeled out of the hiding and levitated closer. He plopped Anima down on the floor. Chains grew out of the ground, Anima looked at Jacobs. The Chains started to crawl up their legs. Anima quickly grabbed Poloma's bolt, His hand glowed red, he quickly whispered to the bolt, "Goodnight, Gaudium Calls." He cursed the bolt. Then The Chains became less lethargic, they wrapped around Anima's leg and then around Poloma's feet. The Chains pulled them away from hollered each other. More chains erupted from the ground, tying around their bodies. Another chain wrapped around Anima and Shadow's spell books. Anima looked at Shadow, "Fire!" Poloma shot the bolt. The bolt flew through the air and hit Jacobs in the arm. The Cursed Bolt implanted it's curse when hitting it's mark. The Chains pulled them to the ground. And Anima's vision went black.


Tubnekee awoke from his unconsciousness. He scrambled up and went around the counter and down the steps. He found the two tied up and Jacobs pulling the crossbow bolt out of his shoulder. "Well, you were helpful." Jacobs remarked casually.
Tubnekee responded in perfect English, contrary to his broken quality earlier, "Anima is more powerful than we thought. I did keep up the act, didn't I."
"You did do well. I think this partnership will work. Tubby." Jacobs said as he looked at Tubnekee.
Tubnekee's form changed, his muscled body morphed. His figure went in to a silhouette, the black shadow rippled like water, it swirled and blobbed. It them took the form of a woman then the light returned to the form. "You know I'm not Tubnekee." Standing where Tubnekee was a dyed red hair woman in a black outfit.
"Of course, Siren, though you are a novice at magic, your disguise spell work very well." Jacobs smiled as Siren sat on his lap, tending to his wound gently.
She looked over to the two people in the corners of the room.

"So... What do we do with them?"

 
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Emmett Holliday
Status - Outlaw - Acrobat - Taxi
Sorcery Level - 2
Element - Water
Bounty - 2000$



Socializing! Pt. 1


Agnes barely slept. Her stomach felt like the butterflies she had felt the last few days had gotten possessed, and these demonic insects were now tearing apart her inside. She couldn't get a hold of herself at all, and she spent most of the night twisting and turning. When the sun started rising, she had slept 15 minutes at most, and it was noticeable. Her body was shaking, her eyes were bloodshot, and she was twitching.
Emmett, on the other hand, had a great night's sleep. He was gone as soon as he closed his eyes, and woke up moment after the sun started rising. He felt fresh and energized, and most of all clueless, which was ideal for him. He gazed at Agnes, who looked terrible, and smiled.
"You should've tried sleeping, miss," he said. Agnes gave him a fearful stare in return. She was still gagged and bound, which probably didn't help her night's rest. Well, it certainly didn't.
Where did Emmett leave his horse? Did he arrive on a horse? He remembered a horse, but the proof of the legitimacy of that memory was missing. It didn't really matter anyway, Emmett was quite a traveler without a horse too. He would just have to throw Agnes around between his blinks. She wasn't that heavy in the first place, and him not feeding her certainly wouldn't make her heavier either.
"C'mon Agnes, let's go," he said, and he grabbed the bag of her gag, dragging her across the dirt. After a couple of seconds, he increased his pace, dragging the girl along faster, and making the gag cut deeper into the sides of her mouth. Suddenly, Agnes got pulled up, and Emmett now carried her in his arms. She felt his muscles tense, and then her body and his disconnected, and she was flying through the air. She screamed in fear, but the gag muffled the noise. She tasted the filthy fabric it was made off, combined with her own blood. She was caught by Emmett just before she'd hit the ground, and immediately launched again, the boy disappearing as soon as they stopped making physical contact.
"Okay, this is a lot, lot heavier than I thought it would be. You're not ideal throwing weight you know," Emmett said. They had roughly traveled a hundred meters. They could clearly see the rocks they had slept behind laying in the empty field.
"I think, well, I hope, that this is going to be easier, because otherwise I'm going to have to steal a horse." He pulled Agnes' arms out between the ropes. They were red and the skin was broken, letting little drops of blood leave and drip onto the ground. Emmett grabbed Agnes' hands and started spinning around, having the young girl leave the ground and flying around him. Once Emmett felt Agnes had gained enough momentum, he let her go, making her soar through the air. She hit the ground hard, and a loud thud could be heard. She did not have time to recover, as Emmett immediately appeared in front of her, and grabbed her hands again, repeating the routine. A rhythm was created. The sound of the girl being spun, and then the thud, it an almost sadistic song. After around 6 throws, Emmett picked her up, and started spinning around again. This time, however, he blinked away to soon, and he had yet to stop holding Agnes. At his destination, Agnes was still with him, holding his hands, eyes red from tears, her fragile body still hurt.
"No way," Emmett exclaimed, "I can take passengers?" He sighed. This was going to make travel so much easier. Why couldn't someone have told him that was possible?
He pulled Agnes on his back, and started running. He already felt his legs starting to get tired, but he really didn't feel like being stuck in in the desert much longer. There were no people here, no-one to bother. As he blinked through the landscape, he noticed a horse standing in the distance. It was too far away to make out any details, but the horse seemed to be alone.
With every blink, the area seemed to get a bit clearer. He was nearing an encampment, where someone would've stayed the night. The glowing remainders of a fire graced the ground with a hint of illumination. The horse was bound to a rock, but it seemed to not have any intention of leaving otherwise. It kind of wobbled as the desert heat was burning up the ground it was standing on.

On arrival, it was very clear someone had been here only moments ago. The fire was still burning, albeit a small flame, the horse had a full bucket of water to drink from, and maybe the biggest giveaway, was the humming Emmett heard from behind a big rock. With an agile leap, the boy outlaw reached the top of the rock. A man wearing a cowboy hat was leaning against it. He had a piece of straw in his mouth, and was carving in a piece of wood. It was hard to make any more details out from this angle, but the top of his hat did look nice.
"Hey, mister, what are you doing?" Emmett asked. He wanted to find out if the man was interesting enough to play with, or if this meeting would just end up being a bore. The man jumped up, and immediately grabbed his gun.
"Not so fast, boy, I'm armed, and very, very dangerous," he said.
That's good news, Emmett thought.
"Oh yeah, you are? I think I'll just call you Very, that's a shorter," Emmett answered. He saw the man's face twitch, as if to show that the comment physically hurt him.
"What do you want?" Very asked, the straw wobbling up and down with his words.
Emmett shrugged, and sled down the rock. "I don't really know. I just saw signs of life, and I felt drawn to it. I've been all alone lately, and the desert is boring." He stretched the boring, to signify its importance.
"I'm not the company kind of guy," Very said. The boy he was just speaking with was now gone, and he also felt the warm desert breeze against his bald head. He quickly turned around in confusion, and the kid was running away with his hat in his hand.
"Got your hat, Very!" Emmett yelled. "Nice hair to the side of your head look you've got going on! I bet you-"
Emmett ran straight into what felt like a wall, but actually was a man. The collision didn't give Emmett much time to look at the man, but it did give him a general idea of the body shape. This man was huge, and as muscular as Very claimed to be dangerous, which was very, very dangerous. Emmett immediately blinked away, leaving the hat behind.
"Are you chasing kids now, Scorpion?" The muscle asked. He laughed, although it did sound more like a donkey, tripping over a rock, and falling flat on his teeth.
Very, or Scorpion as he apparently was called, immediately aimed his gun at the big man.
"I do not feel like talking too much, Ferry."
A lot of the context of this conversation was lost on Emmett, who apparently was just a visitor to someone else's story, and he did not appreciate it. He was being completely ignored, and he really did not appreciate that.
"Okay, so explain the connection. Old friends turned enemies? Rivaling gangs? Ex-lovers?" Emmett giggled when he said this, "or maybe one of you is hunting the other?" Emmett blinked into the middle of this stand of.
"Anyway, I feel like the way to go is just to talk this out, then nobody will get-" Finishing a sentence was hard for Emmett, it seemed. This time he was interrupted by a bullet leaving Very or Scorpion, or whatever he was called really, his gun, and it dug itself into the ground before Emmett's feet. Emmett's immediately grew a grin.
"Fiiiiight," he yelled, and not a second later, both Very and Ferry were firing their guns.
"I'll get you this time, Scorpion!" Ferry yelled between the gunfire. He was clearly aiming for Very, but if Emmett showed up in his line of fire, he wouldn't stop shooting.
"Never, Ferry, I am not going back!"
Emmett appeared next to Ferry, and grabbed the cowboy hat belonging to the man he met first. "Context please? I really want to know who's who here!" The two men started rolling around, searching cover, dodging bullets and slinging them towards the other. They ended up at the two different sides of the rock, with Emmett standing on top of it. Bullets had stopped flying, but Emmett hoped to reignite the fight as soon as possible.

"Are we kidnapping now, Scorpion?" Ferry asked.
An honest sound of confusion came from the other side, as Very had no clue what Ferry was referring too. Emmett however, did, and immediately remembered he brought little Agnes Cielo. Oh dangit, he thought, and he immediately blinked towards where he had left the girl on the ground. Currently, two people were standing next to her. A man, dressed very secularly, and a woman, dressed equally as prude, were trying to untie her.
"Oh, you are colleagues of Ferry?" Emmett asked, but his immediate answer was a loud shriek from the man.
"It is Handful! Keep him away!" He yelled. The woman immediately approached Emmett, her hands faintly glowing red.
"Handful, really? I kinda want to go with this Frostbite Demon thing," Emmett said. He snapped his fingers, and two frozen horns materialized on his forehead. He dodged away before the woman could touch him, as he learned in Fairbell that glowing red hands were never a good thing. He heard the shooting start up again behind him, and it seemed that Very and Ferry were starting their fight again.
"Also, could some please explain everybody's connection to each other? It's getting quite crowded, and I have no idea what everybody's doing here." A bullet flew past him, only barely missing him. He looked behind him, and the two battling men were approaching them with their fight. Emmett blinked away, grabbed Agnes, and then blinked closer to Ferry. Without giving him much time to react, he threw Agnes towards him, and he immediately dropped his gun to catch her. Very, however, took this opportunity to launch a new array of bullets, and Ferry had to jump and roll aside, carrying the small girl.
"Have you no decency, Scorpion?" He yelled.

The two prudes quickly ran towards Agnes and Ferry. The woman put up a shield, made out of a blue hue, which seemed to protect them from the bullets. While they traversed the newly created firing range, Emmett appeared behind them, and quickly emptied his flask, to freeze it with his breath. The man got stuck, and did not have the time to protect himself from an oncoming bullet, which dug itself into his arm. The woman disregarded him however, as she seemed to be purely focused on Agnes. She shielded herself, Agnes and Ferry from the bullets, and Very stopped with firing, and took this chance to relocate for a better angle. The prude man was trying to thaw his feet out, while the woman was taking Agnes out of the hands of Ferry, who was also trying to arm himself again.

At this moment, Emmett could see even more people approaching from the horizon.


 
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Achilles Nimbus
Status - Bounty Hunter
Sorcery Level - 2
Element - Electricity
Money - $1,050



Genesis


Achilles hardly had pleasant memories of the dusty old town, but the strong stench of sawdust and smoke, was a rude awakening on how things could get worse. Both he and Isaac looked around in confusion at the abandoned houses and the oddly placed planks of wood that were scattered on the ground in front of them. The majority of the homes were empty; no tables, no chairs, even the wood that made the homes had been broken off.

A mass of people where gathered at the hub of the town. The area looked familiar to Achilles, but the lack of a grand church standing in the centre gave it an almost unrecognisable appearance. The makeover of Fairbell was an interesting one, not quite one that made much sense though.

"Hey, you." Achilles called out to a man who stood a few feet away, and was hunched over sawing wood. The man was one of many in the plaza that had taken on the task. "What's going on here?" The bounty hunter continued. The man paused in response. He wiped his forehead with a rag and pointed towards the focus of the huge crowd. A foundation of land covered in ash, had gathered an entire town? Achilles glanced back at the man who had resumed his monotonous sawing.

"If yous is travellers, you better get to talking to father Ezekiel. He might have some work for ya. Otherwise there aint much in Fairbell, at least not anymore." His voice was coarse, and his passion and enthusiasm were drained. Whatever they were doing had clearly been a burden. Achilles nodded to Isaac, and the duo wondered through the town in search of the town uniting priest. At this point Achilles was certain this was the church he'd been taken to after his fight with Coady. He owed this man a favour, given the situation, it was only right to try to help to help.

They pressed deeper into the crowd of workers: they found no priest despite consoling with a good portion of the mourning townsfolk. What they did find however, was a collection of nuns and a distinctive man who stood amongst them.

"Hey there, can someone explain what's going on here?" Isaac called out as he and Achilles approached the flock of nuns. The man the nuns had been conversing with, turned his attention away from the religious women, and strolled off in the distance. The strange action caught Achilles' attention. "Can any of you turn us in the direction of the priest that used to run this place? My friend here wants to have a word with him." Isaac continued, now that he'd gotten the nun's attention.

"Father Ezekiel has left to run an errand, he said he would be back shortly. May I ask your business with the father?" One of the elder nuns responded. She had a clear seniority over the others, which she exhibited when addressing the two northerners as well. "Should you need to speak to him, I'm sure I can pass the message." She raised her chin in a snobbish manner. Isaac quickly picked up on the attitude, raising a brow in response. "So what happened? One way you can help me, is by explaining what the deal is with this whole wood chopping festival. I'm assuming it has something to do with that big pile of ash and wood over there. Then again, I've never been too good at putting two and two together." He responded passive aggressively. The nun was clearly disgusted by Isaac's attitude, but decided not to allow the situation to escalate.

"There was a burning. In the church. It seemed as though a young outlaw attacked father Ezekiel. He was accompanied by…" The nun paused, looking the two journeymen up and down. She looked away before continuing. "…another…malcontent." Both men took note of her sentiment towards the subject.

"It sounds like you could do with our service." Achilles interrupted. His outburst caught the attention of his partner, who was more than curious about what was to be said next. "We could find these people."

"The man we were just speaking to has already taken the job. His mission is to retrieve Saint Agnes." The remorse in her tone was now beginning to show, the younger nuns behind her were all visibly anxious.

Achilles politely smiled, and began to walk away. The name Agnes was one he'd heard before: In his first encounter with Ezekiel. His thoughts began to wander, the words of the missing priest echoed in his mind-the word Irony sprang to mind. Achilles had chosen to follow a path without god, while the priest had accepted the lords 'protective' embrace. Neither path had led to joy or success. The lord could stand by no man in hell, and no man could stand its flames alone.

As his friend began to pull up in front of an old house; Isaac, who was trailing behind at this point, found it was time to satisfy his curiosity. The building they were stood in front of was removed from the rest of the town, its only neighbour being what seemed like and abandoned tavern.

"Hey! Mind telling me where the hell it is we're going?" He called out in frustration. Achilles turned to him, facing him with his entire body, and banged the door behind him. The door creaked open. Seeing that there was nobody behind the door, Isaac raised a brow with scepticism. Achilles peered in. Now that they were inside, he became more cautious with his actions, something Isaac was quick to pick up on. As Isaac approached the door, he was handed a piece of paper. "Since when did you get all sleight of hand?" Isaac chuckled with a whisper. The page was a letter. The contents of which contained information about human trafficking.

"I think we may have found our guy, and if we're lucky, he may lead us to a certain little girl." Achilles grinned. "I get the feeling that this 'man on the job' isn't that kind of character the church will want saving little girls." The duo stood up, and ventured deeper into the building.

 

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Emmett Holliday
Status - Outlaw – Runaway – Religious enemy
Sorcery Level - 2
Element - Water
Bounty - 2000$



Emmett v Bad Men v Super Women

Is there anything more thrilling than a fight? For Emmett it was the chase. There was a huge adrenaline rush in just feeling the bullets miss you, and having fingers ready to grasp you at every failed move. Currently, Emmett was being chased by four people on horseback. Two sets of two, each set the opposite of the other. Emmett had decided to call these sets: good fun, and no fun. Good Fun were the ones how were really, furiously, chasing him, empty their guns every chance they got, and screaming at him. One was warning him of how the afterlife would treat him for his sins, the other warning him of how she would treat him for his actions. Both really didn't sound nice to Emmett, but they were good, good fun. No Fun were a little more hold back. Both of them were silently galloping towards Emmett. They did not pay attention to his provocation at all. They were a bit too serious for Emmett's liking. That made them team No Fun.

What may have been a better way to divide them up, was by alignment, but while Emmett did notice that two of them were Fairbell enthusiasts, and the other two were more the types to follow Sister Tess, he did not really care. They all were after him, and he did not discriminate against intent. Therefore, Emmett had selected one of each alignment for the Good Fun group, and one of each for the No Fun group. They themselves didn't really care for Emmett's classification, though, as Good Fun Tess Gal, as Emmett had decided to call him, and No Fun Tess Guy, as Emmett had decided to call her, were now splitting up and approaching Emmett from the side in a manner Emmett would describe as planned. Then there were Good Fun Fairbell Guy and No Fun Fairbell Gal, as Emmett had decided to call them, who were reacting to the Tess duo's actions, and also went over into a flank.

Emmett had to continuously blink and turn to outrun the horses, and he was really impressed that he was actually doing it, but they were gaining distance noticeably. If he wanted to keep this chase up for longer, he had to do something about the horses. He barely finished that thought, and he was on the back of one already. Good Fun Tess Gal barely had time to react before Emmett grabbed the knife from her side, and he was immediately back to running. The knife was covered in blood. Very's blood. Or Scorpion's blood. That guy at least. Good Fun Tess Gal put the blade between his shoulders as she arrived. He had no time to react, and it was only seconds later her partner put a bullet in Ferry the bounty hunter's head. He himself had used this moment to hide Agnes away, and start a run, but as soon as he returned, he had both parties on his tail.

"I'll rip your fucking throat out through your fucking arsehole, you fucking fucker!" Good Fun Tess Gal yelled. Emmett turned around and waved at her with her knife. Then he disappeared. The horses kept charging forwards, and Emmett appeared in No Fun Tess Guy's tracks. He was smiling, with his arm stretched sideways, and the blade pointed outwards. No Fun Tess Guy had no time to react, and the knife etched out a nice gash over the side of the horse. Immediately after, he was on the back of No Fun Fairbell Gal's horse, and drove the knife into the behind of the horse. Not a second later, he was hanging upside down, his legs wrapped around the neck of the Good Fun Fairbell Guy's horse. The throat stood no chance against the metal of the knife, and the horse immediately dropped to the ground.

"Sinner! You will repent," Good Fun Fairbell Guy yelled as he and his horse fell. The weight of the horse broke the man's leg, and probably turned the bones to dust.
The quartet had barely time to react, as Emmett jumped betweet the horses, and playfully wore them down. No Fun Fairbell Gal tried to grasp him with her glowing hand magic spell multiple times, but Emmett was just too quick. Both Tess's followers fired bullets from their guns, and instead of reloading, they just grabbed more guns from their waist. Emmett ended the horse chase by throwing his knife into it from a distance, slicing its tendon, and dropping it to the ground too. Emmett now stood in a stand-off with three of his opponents. Good Fun Fairbell Guy was the odd one out, just softly repeating 'Oh God' over and over again, as he laid under his dead horse.

"We can talk about this," Emmett said, a wide grin on his face, "It doesn't have to end this way." He gave every one of them a look in the eye as they pointed their guns at him.
"We can just go buy new horses and start chasing again, we don't have to do a stand-off, I swear," he continued. Good Fun Tess Gal immediately was ready to react.
"Oh, It'll end this way, you fucking pest," she said.
Emmett nodded, and disappeared. Each person surrounding him immediately turned and looked around. No Fun Fairbell Gal got lucky, and saw Emmett standing behind her. She immediately grabbed him, and her glowing hand heavily burned Emmett's shoulder. Emmett screamed it out, and out of a reflex punched her right on the nose. He let out a soft: "boop", and he smiled, while a single tear dropped from his eye. His arm hurt enormously, and smoke rose up from the burn. He disappeared, leaving a bit of smoke behind. Again, his hunters tried to spot him, but this time he came from above. He dropped out of the air onto No Fun Tess Guy, his spiked boots doing a bit more damage than he expected. The head seemed to split open, and a lot of blood gushed out.

"Holy moly, did you guys see that?" He yelled, looking at the other three people around, and pointed at the human melon he just split open.

"You fucking fucker, I'll put a fucking bullet in your fucking brain," Good Fun Tess Gal yelled, and she emptied the barrel of two guns towards Emmett. Emmett was a bit too occupied with the brain he had just exploded, and reacted too slowly, having a bullet pierce his other arm. He blinked away to the guy stuck under the horse, and dropped in on his hands. He then blinked away again, and appeared behind the gal whose nose he just broke. She was just recovering, as her nose gushed with blood. Emmett grabbed her nose and pushed her back on the ground with it. He gave her no time to grab him and burn him again. He jumped on her hands, totally breaking them. When he was done, her fingers were in positioned no god had ever wanted them to be. At this moment, Emmett received a blade between his shoulders. Good Fun Tess Gal had ran over, and put a small knife in Emmett.

"This should fucking teach you, you fucker," she said, and she tried to drag it downward. Emmett blinked away, taking the knife with him, while being in immense pain. He appeared behind Good Fun Tess Gal, and grabbed the knife out of his back, and stabbed her through the mouth, while kicking her in the back of the knee, making her fall down. He sliced her tongue off, while tears streamed down his face. He was crying, and the pain even took away his ability to be clever. He then tried to blink away, but his blinks were uneven. He did not get as far as he wanted to, and he stumbled when he reappeared. It took him a while to get back to where had put Agnes, which was just behind a big rock, which honestly was the only place you could hide someone in this environment.

"I'm really going to need your healing ability now," he said, as he fell down next to Agnes.

 

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The Witching Hour Part 1

After what remained of the crew had eaten their fill in the dining area, they all made way to the upper levels to rest. Momma Cosma had given them all changes of clothes and offered to take theirs to be washed; and all but for Jeb, Sophia and Marzia agreed. Alice had already changed into some ludicrous frilly monstrosity and went to her own personal room while Bear, Jack and the rest of the crew just wanted something clean to sleep in. After Cosma had taken their clothes, brought back the clean ones and left again with Alice, Sophia warned everyone to be on their toes and to sleep lightly. Something wasn't right either with the house or with the woman who had given them shelter.

A few hours went by with the crew sleeping in shifts so someone was always up keeping an eye on things in case something did happen. At the same time, some distance down the hall Alice slept peacefully while Momma Cosma brushed her hair. She smiled down at the child as the howl of a wolf echoed outside the window.

"Sweet, sweet precious Alice. How I wish your father were here to see how you've grown." She rested her hand on the girl's forehead and then reached over to the night stand in front of her and picked up Alice's book. Cosma flipped open to the front page and read the note that Scarlet had written to her sister. "You naughty, naughty girl you. Fate has seen your lips sealed and rightfully so. You always were a blemish on your family's name. Good riddance." She flipped through the pages in search of what spells if any had been passed on to the young girl. She got to the final page and traced her hand across a few of the spells that had etched themselves into the page and then stopped mid way through. "Oh my, what do we have here?" A sinister smile crept across her face as she stood up over Alice's bed. "Looks like it's just about time then."

Momma Cosma lifted up her skirt and pulled out a book of her own. She opened it to the back page and mouthed an incantation as she ran her fingers across the lines of the books. The two books then floated out of her hands and hovered over the bed of the young sleeping girl. Alice began to rise up into the air off of her bed as the books circled around her. "Child of prophecy, it is your time to awaken. Realize what it is you were meant to do and take my hand. Awaken from this cursed slumber and reveal your true self." Cosma extended her arms out towards Alice who had been turned to face her by the mysterious force that was being created by the circling of the two books.

The two books circled around her at increasing speeds, raising her hands up in front of her with the force of their momentum before finally coming to rest in the air in front of her. Alice's eyes remained sealed shut, but as her hands came to rest on the final pages of the two books, her mouth dropped open and emitted an eerily high-pitched screech that simultaneously blew open all of the doors in the house and shattered every window. Shards of wood and glass ripped through Cosma's dress as she stood there, laughing in the face of the demon that she had just given rise to. Alice floated down to eye level with Cosma and then a deep, dark monotone voice came from her throat as she spoke to the woman. "You fool." The words seemed to cause the temperature in the room to drop several degrees just by escaping her mouth. "How dare you wake me in such a heinous way, and to even force me into a vessel of such quality? Surely you must have lost your mind, there simply can be no other explanation."

Momma Cosma rubbed her hands together and began to sweat. "I am most sorry my master. Forgive me, it seemed like the right time. The girl sought me out on her own and even had the ability to partially awaken you when she arrived. I thought-"

The creature in possession of Alice's body scoffed. "You thought? How could my following have fallen so? What ever happened to good little worshipers who simply followed orders blindly? What ever happened to those that did what they were told and what was expected of them without question?" Alice floated closer to the woman so that she could feel the girl's breath on her breast as it belittled her. "Who are you to think against the all knowing? Who are you to break away from your creator and take on individuality? You ungrateful wench. Honestly. Give me a single reason as to why I should not smite you where you stand and give your job to that worthless husband of yours? Useless and blind though he is to my divine guidance, surely even he could do a better job at bringing about my resurrection than you."

The temperature in the room had fallen to freezing temperatures, the sweat on Cosma's face turned to frost as Alice spoke to her. She began shaking and her words came out a stuttered mess. "Y-y-yes m-m-my l-l-lord. I-I'm s-s-s-s-orry t-t-that I h-h-have f-f-f-f-failed you so ba-ba-ba-badly. D-d-d-don't d-d-d-do th-th-that. I-I-I-I'm sh-sh-sh-sure there m-m-mu-must be s-s-s-some w-w-way th-th-that I c-c-can m-make i-it up t-to y-y-you? J-j-just p-p-please f-f-forgive and s-spare m-m-me. I'll d-d-do a-a-anything."

"Foolish mortal, of course there's something that you can do. This is why I have grown so angered by you. You wish to think for yourself, but lack the ability to even see the answer spelled out so perfectly right in front of your face. The vessel did not come alone did it? Many of those bodies would be much more appropriate for my resurrection than this thing."

"O-o-o-of c-c-c-course. I-I sh-should h-h-have th-th-though o-of th-th-that i-i-instead o-of d-d-doing w-w-w-what I w-w-was pl-pl-planning t-to d-d-do w-w-with th-them. F-f-f-forgive m-m-me m-m-m-my m-m-m-master. I w-w-w-will t-t-take c-c-care o-o-of it im-im-immediately."

"Good. Make sure that you do not fail me this time. I would hate to think of the consequences that I would have to carry out should you fail me once more. Do not return to me until you have the optimal vessel. One strong enough to put up a fight, but not quite so that it might be troublesome to take over." Alice floated back over to the bed and laid back down. She turned her head towards Cosma and smiled. "Make haste, lest I have to take matters into my own hands."

Cosma bowed and retrieved her book from The Master's hand. She pulled her skirt back up and put the book into it's place as her master exited the body of the young girl and then sighed. She began to notice the screams and gunshots that had been going on since her master had first taken over the girl's body and began to lecture her. He had already begun to take matters into his own hands before even releasing the duty into her care.

However, though this power she did inherit from him, it was made her own through her own trial and error. He could use it to a certain extent, but from the sounds of things it had not been working out favorably up until now. But now that she was in control, she would be certain not to fail again. She raised her hands and put up several barriers around the room so that any damage to the mansion would not roll over into the room and chance the harm of her or the lacking vessel. Then she began a long and tedious chant that though it would take time to set up, it was sure to turn the tide of this battle into her favor.
 
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Emmett Holliday
Status - Outlaw – Hurt. Badly
Sorcery Level - 2
Element - Water
Bounty - 2000$



Then Emmett asked her

"Do it, do it, do it, do it!" Emmett shook Agnes around, and cried out for help. It were soft shakes though, as torn muscle did not allow for emotional impactful shaking around. Emmett gushed with tears, and droops of snot trickled down his upper lip. "Why don't you work?! You did nothing else for a whole week, and now you're broken?!"

Agnes lip was torn and bleeding, after Emmett had smacked her in the face repeatedly. She had tried to summon the healing light, as she had done many times over the last couple of days, but she failed to. She did not cry, though, as Emmett did a weak attempt at mistreating her. The girl had decided to be hard, to not show her fears to this monstrous man that held her. She had only just started with hearing, but she knew what she was hearing now was despair.

Emmett rubbed his shoulder wound. The bleeding had stopped, and he hoped that the wound was not fatal at this stage, but he did not want to take risks. He had put his own healing magic to the test on it already, but it did not heal the wound completely. He had done away with the bullet wound, and the burn on his arm had solidified into scar tissue, but he still had a piece of his shoulder missing. He stood up and dropped Agnes to the ground. She landed on her knees, and a crack could be heard. A single tear fell ran down her face, and dropped to the ground. The dry, hot ground left no trace of it, as the desert swallowed it whole.

Emmett grabbed Agnes by her hair. Gently, this time, although it was because of exhaustion, not of compassion. She closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, the dry, hot desert had made place for just as dry, just as hot desert. They went around for fifteen minutes, as the scenery changed only in the details. Dry hot desert, dry hot desert, dry hot desert with a big rock, and dry hot desert again. The distance traversed was immense, but so was the toll it took on Emmett, and the self-proclaimed hell-raiser dropped to the ground, face first. The sand tore into the skin on his cheeks, and chafed a way towards the next layer of skin.

"Agnes?" He asked, his voice monotonous, and muffled by his face being pressed onto the ground. The girl looked at him, and made eye contact for a second, only to quickly look away. Too good for eye contact, Emmett thought.
"You know that if I die, you'll die quickly after, right? Good night. Day. I don't really know how late it is." The end of the sentence was slurred as he passed out.


Before Emmett got the chance to loudly yell good morning world, he was taken aback by a surge of pain, by clear shoulder related origin. Agnes was sitting a couple of feet away, staring blankly at the ground. He pushed himself up with one hand, but he fell over, pushing his wound close, which hurt again. He decided to just blink himself to a straight up position.
"How long was I out?" Emmett asked. Again Agnes gave just a look of acknowledgment and then silence. "Well, aren't you childish?" He groaned.

"Twenty seconds," Agnes answered. She still had a very clear accent, as she struggled to fully pronounce the world. As an ex-deaf girl, talking did not come naturally for her.

"Just twenty? Is twenty a cool time to be out? I'm not sure if it's though or if I should lie back for another hour or so. What do you think?" Emmett said, but he was only answered with silence. "Tell your god to stop abandoning me, if he does not want to be abandon you."
Emmett grabbed Agnes again and started blinking again. The duo was lost completely, and Emmett was not sure if he even blinked in a straight line anymore. From the distance he saw a shack appear. It was built to blend into the background, it seemed, as it was fairly low, and the colour of the wood was a very groundish red. As they came nearer and nearer, details started to clear up. The shack was very solid, and did not have any windows. The door was barricaded by a rock, and not a small one either.
Agnes shivered as they stood before the door.

"God has abandoned this place," she said. Emmett smiled.

"I'll feel right at home then," he answered. In the corner of his eye, there seemed to be a blackness creeping up in his vision, as if the light was fading. He kicked the wall, but it did not give in. After a second or two, the shack answered him with a knock from the other side.
"Great, someone's home. I hope it's a doctor, or a saint that actually got powers," Emmett said, as gave Agnes an accusing glare. The girl stepped back, and Emmett let go of her hair as she slowly backed away from the shack.
"We shouldn't be here," she said, "we really, really are not supposed to be here. The Lord's Light does not reach here."

Emmett yawned. "Religious talky-walky, I do not care," he said, and he stretched the care as long as possible. He tried to push the rock, but his shoulder did not allow him to push a rock as big as him. He gave a kick against the door, hoping for the person inside to help him.
"You're decorative rock is not really allowing me to get in," Emmett said. A note got pushed down under the door. The writing seemed to be part of the paper, instead of applied with ink.

We can't open it, the note read.

"Neither can I, I just said that," Emmett answered. He waited for a new note, but instead he heard another kick against the door. At the same time, he felt the paper in his hand move ever so slightly. He turned it over, and on the back of the piece there was more writing.

We don't recognize your voice. Why are you here?

"I don't know. I'm a shack fanatic, I think. I just love shacks. Shacks, shacks, shacks. Every shack I see, I just gotta check 'm out. My companion however, does not seem to share that sentiment, so I'm just trying to see if you guys are interesting." Emmett sat down, his legs spread wide, and his hands resting in the middle. "Are you interesting? You sound interesting. Boring people don't live in shacks in the middle of nowhere with boulders to lock them in."
A new note appeared under the door.

We guess we're interesting. Come and find out, it read.

A combination of hope and enlightenment struck Emmett, and he grabbed his gun from its holster. He aimed it the wall, and unloaded a continuous stream of ice bullets. Slowly it chipped away at the wood, until he seemed to see a small glimpse of the other side appear. He stepped closer, and through the seams appeared a bloodshot eye, looking straight into his.

"Move aside, let me come in," Emmett said, and the eye backed away. Emmett quickly blinked to Agnes, grabbed her, and blinked up to the wall again. All he needed was vision, and he could get in.

The insides were incredibly dark, and Emmett could make out the silhouette of one person, and what seemed to be a bed further back. He blinked inside, the silhouette stood right in front of him as he entered. He could vaguely make out some details. It clearly was a she, and a very pale she. Long, thick, filthy black hair went all the way down to her waist. The most curious detail however, was the mask she was wearing. Her jaw was locked into a mask, which Emmett guessed took away her ability to talk. The room itself was filled with pieces of paper. The bed was covered, the floor was covered, and the walls were just as covered.

"Hi," Emmett said, as he felt the darkness creep further into his line of sight.

 
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The Witching Hour Part 2


Bear was standing guard at the time. He was leaning back in his chair, rocking back and forth on it's two back legs when the explosion of power hit him, sending him flying out of his chair and flat up against the wall. The door which had been bolted shut with so many different locks, and the windows which had been nailed and locked so tight that it would have taken all of their combined strength to pull open simple shattered and flew off their hinges taking a chunk of the wall with them.

Jack and the few other nameless members that they had brought along for the mission began to writhe violently in their beds. They tore at their skin, ripping it away until all that remained was a bubbling mass of darkness that clumped and fell from their bodies with each movement they made. Bear also began to tear at his skin, but instead ripped the clothes off of his back which caused the urge to tear at himself to stop. He was too late to save any of the others who had already turned, and his right arm had already been changed to the darkened mess. His transformed arm contorted into many inhuman positions before finally turning on the rest of his body and began to attempt to tear away and transform the rest of him. However Marzia spun out of her bed and chopped off the arm before it could deal any real damage to him.

Though the arm had become detached, it flopped about on the ground as black ooze spurted out of the back-end where it had been attached to Bear and then mixed with the blood which was oozing from the wound on Bear's body. The arm rose up onto its fingertips and crawled over to the other fully formed creatures of darkness. It attached itself to the body of the creature that used to be Jack and then dissolved, making the creature grow a few inches taller.

The creatures cocked their heads - which lacked any physical features whatsoever - towards Bear and the others who had been unaffected by the curse. One of the monsters towards the back got down on all fours and began to twist and turn it's appendages until it was several feet shorter than all of the others. Once it finished, it's head cocked up towards the group and then it shoved both of its hands into it's face and began to pull it apart until a mouth filled with razor-sharp teeth and a long ashy tongue revealed itself. It breathed in and then let loose an almost bestial scream.

Not even ten seconds went by before they heard the same kind of screaming several dozen times over coming from both outside and inside the mansion. The temperature in the room began to noticeably drop several more degrees at a time as the screams came closer and closer. Through the missing chunk of wall where the window had used to be, the group could see entire houses crumbling to the ground, and with each step closer that the creatures inside the house grew the foundation that the mansion had been built on began to tremble and shift.

"She's not gonna last." Marzia looked out the hole in the wall. A large lump of black was amassing itself in the roads outside of the house and had began to climb up the hill. Sophia had set herself to work on healing the wounds of Bear whose help they would surely need if they were to even hope to stand a chance against this army of darkness. Luckily, the creatures which had formed from the bodies of their allies didn't seem to worried about getting started. They sat back in a group and screamed as loud as they could. They wouldn't strike until all the others had gathered. Whether or not the remaining human members of the mission party should wait for that to happen was not yet clear. But as soon as it became evident, it would be too late. For now though, this time to prepare was a godsend and they made use of it as best they could.

Sophia had managed to heal Bear's wound shut for the moment, but she was no genius. It would take much more time and money to fully heal him. Time that they just didn't have. Bear propped himself up against the wall and looked around. "Alright. Guess it's time we came up with a plan." He winced in pain as he reached his left arm over to his right side where the holster for his gun was. "The way I see it, the only hope we got to even think about surviving this right now is to get down to whatever room this whole mess originated from. I'm not going to be much help, so I'll just sit back here and try to hold off as many as I can until they decide to finish me. So then Marzia, Jeb and Soph... you three need to get on that door and get ready to leave. Now. Marzia and Sophia will stand back to back, and Jeb you watch the same direction as Marzia and be sure to check every room. Don't forget to check the rooms. The way it seems.... if the two windows in here got blown off their hinges there probably aren't gonna be many more windows left around here. Whatever the hell those things are they're tall, but they can still fit through an opening that size relatively easily I'd say. So be prepared."

Jeb laid his hand on Bear's good shoulder. "I'll make sure that bitch pays for what she's tried to pull here tonight. She'll feel more pain than she's ever felt before and then maybe if you manage to live long enough and we can find it, the bible we've been searching for could heal you right up. So don't go giving up just yet."

Bear smiled. "Kid, don't fuck with me and get my hopes up. I ain't gonna make it even if these things don't kill me. But I sure as hell am gonna haunt your scrawny ass if you don't follow up on your promise to make that bitch pay, haha."

Sophia glared at Jeb. "We can't just leave him to die like this. We could try to take him with us, I know you're plenty strong enough. If you tied him off to your back then we'd always have two sets of eyes pointing in any direction."

Marzia shook her head. "We'll need to move quickly. First off we're wasting too much time sitting here talking, so we don't even have the ti-"

Bear fired his pistol at the head of one of the creatures that had started to crawl through the opening in the wall nearest them. Others began to pour in from the wall on the other side of the room, and Bear fired off a few rounds in their direction to scatter the group. "It's begun. You have to go. Finish this."

Jeb nodded and grabbed Sophia by the arm and flung her out the door. Marzia spun around the doorway and went into the hallway, firing off a few rounds into the room as she left. Sophia and Marzia leaned their backs against each other and Jeb kept his head on a swivel. A few more gunshots rang out from the room they had just left and then Bear screamed out momentarily and then there was silence.

The group inched their way down the hallway, trying their best to make the least amount of noise possible. Jeb turned into the open doorway for the room that was next to the one which they had been sleeping in. A large chunk of the wall where the windows were supposed to be was missing, blown out in the same manner as the windows in the other room and presumably every other room with any kind of opening to the outside world.

Jeb stepped into the room and assured that it was empty before walking back out the doorway. However, just as he was going to step over the threshold something grabbed him from behind and let out a deafening screech. The creature ripped Jeb's shoulder out of it's socket as it flung him back into the room with one hand. Jeb slammed into the wall and then bounced back, the wind completely knocked out of him. He didn't even have the time to hit the floor before the creature was back upon him and a multitude of other oozing black arms ripped out of the wall behind him and began to tear away at his clothes.

As soon as the creature shrieked, Sophia and Marzia jumped into the room and began to rain fire upon the creatures attempting to take over Jebediah. They were strong, and they withstood five or six shots a piece before finally falling. But they did eventually fall. Jeb rose up and managed to catch his breath, he slammed his arm against the wall, setting the shoulder back in it's place. He went over to the doorway from which he had been thrown and picked up the guns which had been ripped from his hands by the force of the creature tossing him.

Jeb looked down at his tattered clothes and shook his head. Sophia and Marzia made their way back into the hall and immediately began to fire off round after round in both directions. The foundations of the house began to shake even more violently as the entire town began to pour into the house and make their way towards them. The odds were completely against them. There was an immeasurable number of bodies making their way towards them, and with each creature that they felled another rose in it's place even larger and stronger than the last.

The three of them exhausted all of their magical repertoire and emptied their guns, however it was not enough. The creatures continued to come after them. They fed off of the bodies of their deceased comrades and grew even stronger. With each body consumed by the creatures, their height nearly doubled and their speed grew exponentially along with it.

Nearly an hour went by with the trio just barely managing to scrape by. They all overexerted themselves, their bodies were covered in cuts, bruises and several broken bones. And by the end of the hour it was three against three. Jeb, Marzia and Sophia versus three titanous versions of the creatures which they had been fighting against up until then. They had felled the entire village, and the three that managed to survive until this time had sat back and devoured their former friends and families to grow. The majority of the mansion had been destroyed, leaving only two or three rooms and the main stairwell still somewhat intact. This was it.

Jeb kneeled down and began to heave and coughed up a mixture of blood and phlegm. His eyesight grew blurry and he was swaying from side to side even in his kneeling position. Marzia and Sophia weren't in much better shape, they too had coughed and vomited their fair share, and none were truly in the condition to continue this fight. But it had to be done. Jeb looked up to the head of one of the two titans in front of him. It stood silhouetted against the moon, casting a massive shadow down over him.

He felt like giving in. It was nearly too much to handle. He could just curl up and go to sleep. Then he wouldn't have to deal with any of this any longer. Yeah, that'd be nice. Jeb put his head down against his knee and closed his eyes. His spirit wavered for a moment, but then he thought of Alice. He didn't have a choice. He had to continue fighting; if not for himself then to at least ensure that Alice was still alive and well. He couldn't give in so long as there was still hope left that she lived. He rose up from his knee and stumbled over towards the two women.

"Alright." He rubbed his eyes, breathing and talking very slowly. "We gotta do it. We can't be givin' up yet. Alice is still around here somewhere and we gotta find her and that damned book."

Marzia snorted. "Okay Mr. Hero. Even if Alice is still around here somewhere, she's either dead or one of these things."

Sophia put her hand on Marzia's shoulder and squeezed as hard as she could with the little strength that she had left. "Alice isn't dead. She's too young to die, plus she's got a hidden power deep within her. She could probably take care of these things even easier than the three of us did together. So don't lose hope."

Marzia shook her head. "Whatever. I don't have plans to die today. That's all the reason I have to keep fighting here. I need to get that bible and get back to the boss so I can get on with my life. There's plenty more things to do yet. I'm not ready to just give up so easily." She wobbled and fell against the wall as she attempted to get up. "There's three of them, and three of us. As long as we take them all out at the same time, they won't be eating each other and getting any bigger. It'll be the final time we have to deal with these things, and then we can get on with getting out of here."

"So then what should the signal be so we can make sure they all go down at once and nobody dies early?" Jeb began to make his way towards the one closest to him.

Marzia hobbled over to the one that stood in the opposite direction and smiled to herself. "Figure it out later. We don't really have the luxury of time to figure it out right now."

Sophia shuffled over to the third and final titan. "I'll have Nico release some poison to let everyone know to go. I don't know if it'll be that visible, but just be sure to be paying attention to my titan once you get to the top of your own."

They all nodded and then started off towards their respective monsters in whatever form of running they could muster in their state. Marzia made it to her titan first and had her snake begin to slither up it's leg. With their increased height their speed had finally stopped increasing and actually decreased, so at this point they were mostly just sitting ducks. However, as the snake began to get up towards the thigh of the titan, hundreds of tiny black hands ripped out of the titan's body and tore through it, sending it falling down past Marzia who screamed out in terror at seeing her oldest friend torn apart so easily. She gritted her teeth and forced back her tears as her entire being was filled with an uncontrollable rage.

She pulled a machete from her side and slammed it into the body of the titan and started flinging herself up it's body until she reached it's back. But once she got there, the hands and arms that had been growing out of the creature's body were replaced by nearly full sized versions of the creatures they had been fighting before. They lacked legs, but still stood nearly seven feet tall and each one had replaced it's arms with pointed appendages and as Marzia made her way by them they attempted to skewer her. But to this she replied with hacking and slashing away at them, creating a path to the titan's head.

She was pissed. And though she was completely exhausted before, she now had a motive and the drive to truly destroy this monstrosity instead of simply claiming that she would be able to do so. Meanwhile, on the other two titans, Jeb and Sophia weren't having such an easy time.

Jeb had reached his target second. The tiny arms were already there to greet him before he could even get close enough to begin his ascent. The titan tilted it's head down towards Jeb, and if it had a mouth he was certain it would be laughing at him right now. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, ran his hand through his hair and then drew his sword. He coughed hard once and blood spewed from his mouth as he leapt high up into the air. He slammed the sword into the monster's upper calf area and then quickly balanced himself on the sword before using it as a platform to jump off of even higher. A trail of blood streaked through the sky as he forced out magical powers that he didn't have at the time. He had been running on fumes for a while already, and now he was seriously pushing himself in hopes of finishing this beast swiftly.

Jeb reached the summit of his final leap, and as he began to fall back down he grabbed onto several of the tiny hands which were reaching out at him. Hundreds more even smaller arms and hands spewed out in the area in which Jeb was and began to rip and tear away at his body as he climbed up the rest of the titan's leg. His clothes were no more, and his skin had been dyed red with his own blood. Muscles and tendons were visible in numerous places, and the night wind slapped across them causing Jeb to wince it pain with every new gust.

He had finally managed to reach the lower back of the creature when he heard the most horrendous sound. He glanced over to the titan that Sophia had been tasked with ending. The creature had opened it's mouth and let loose a deep, earth shaking howl. The sound was so thick and powerful that when it hit him it nearly sent him flying off of the back of the titan he had so painstakingly risked his life to climb. He planted one first firmly in the backside of the creature and held fast on to whatever it was that held it together.

Once the sound had passed, the titan that he was holding on to began to bend over. It set its fist on the ground and then leaped high up into the sky. Jeb was pressed flat against the creature's body as the force of the jump was too powerful for him to even think of moving. They rose high up into the sky until everything disappeared below them and all that was visible were the other two titans which now seemed as small as ants. But what goes up, must come down.

And so as the creature neared the height of it's jump, Jeb floated off of its back only to be quickly ripped back down with it as it began it's descent. The titan shifted its body in the air and directed itself at the titan which had screamed, and which Sophia was now attempting to kill. If this wasn't ended now, all hope would be lost. Not only for the three who had spent the last hour fighting, but for all of Jeimas.
 
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"Have you been keeping an ear to the wind, Little Swan?" A calm, pleasant voice spoke out.

"...I don't know what that means, boss," responded a tired Amelia. She had just arrived in Ironhaven after having taken care of business in the Great Chasm and was understandably drained from the journey. In front of her sat a man with short, chestnut hair, fair tan skin, and an almost otherworldly presence. He sat on a chair that, for all intents and purposes, was a throne and sat upon it with the highness and posture of a king- nay, an emperor. He spoke with a grand, extravagant voice and was decorated in jewelry and foreign furs and cloths from head to toe; the sight of the man was similar to looking into the sun. This was Adam Mercurio.

"The wind carries words far and wide, Little Swan," he started, "Those who care to give it their attention are graced with knowledge. Contrarily, those who choose to ignore it are blessed with ignorance, which can oftentimes be the Reaper's scythe that sends them down the River Styx."

Amelia pinched the bridge of her nose and under her breath muttered, "This is my boss..." followed by a slow sigh. "If you wanna know if I've been listening to news and rumors, no. I've been pretty busy."

Mercurio, whose attention had shifted to a glass at his side, looked to Amelia out of the corner of his eye with emotion that only he could decipher. "The world is burning, Little Swan." He brought the glass up to his lips and drank the red liquid within. Probably wine, Amelia assumed. Possibly blood, but if it was it surely wasn't his. "It seems outlaws and bounty hunters alike are gallivanting in an attempt to show who has the bigger genitalia. It truly is comical." As if scripted, Mercurio burst into an ingenuine laughing fit. It certainly wasn't real and was only meant to support his statement, but the moment he noticed that Amelia wasn't laughing, his laughing stopped immediately and he stared at her coldly. "I said, it truly is comical." His tone was dark and chilling, so much so that it made even Amelia shiver.

"Heheheh..." Amelia laughed softly.

"LOUDER DAMMIT!" The boss yelled, booming throughout the hall in which they resided. His voice was similar to that of a beast threatening those who intended to take its territory. Amelia was taken aback by this and her eyes widened in terror. She'd never heard him yell like that before or look at her in the way that he was, and though she was a fair distance away from him, she felt her safety was immediately at risk.

Taking a pretty deep gulp, the now shaken Amelia tried again. "H-H-Hahaha-"

It wasn't enough. Without warning, Mercurio blinked from his throne and grasped the girl by her neck, lifting her off of the ground. "LOUDER!" He yelled, teeth clenched and a face filled with anger. It seemed that staring into the man's eyes at that moment would cause blindness.

"H...H-urgh..." Unable to breathe, Amelia's voice came out merely as coughs and grunts. His grip was tight, and her vision was starting to fade. She didn't try to retaliate, however. Her arms and legs didn't flail or try to loosen her boss' grip. The outlaw simply attempted to continue doing as she was told. Suddenly, the hand was removed from her throat, she fell to the ground, and Mercurio was back on his throne, smiling.

"That's what I like about you, Little Swan. You're strong. You keep your wit about you even in a desperate situation. Fear gives you pause, but it does not weaken you." Amelia collapsed to her knees and began coughing. "This is why I will have no one other than you under my wing. You are truly an angel of death like no other. I would much rather have someone who kills in moderation than a brainless killing machine that does so simply because they can." He scoffed and aggressively spit into what seemed to be a waste receptacle on the arm of his chair. "Any man can kill. It is not a sign of strength but rather it is simply an action one can take as simply as one clothes himself in the morning. Killing without thought or meaning is not human, and anyone who does such is fit to hunt with piranhas."

Gathering her bearings, Amelia stood once again. She spoke with a voice filled with rasp, saying, "Wh-Why are you telling me this now?" She cleared her throat in an attempt to dull its soreness.

"Because, Little Swan, these same beasts are the ones making a wasteland of the Great Chasm. They destroy with intentions elsewhere, and any casualties they bring with them are frivolous. I loathe frivolity." Mercurio started to tap at his throne with his fingers. "You have heeded my commands long enough and I have paid you with little in return. It is time that I keep my word and help you achieve your goals." He reached into his sleeve and pulled out an hemp scroll, holding it with two fingers and tossing it to Amelia.

Looking the scroll over (though not opening it), Amelia noticed a seal that seemed foreign to her. "Fancy." She held the scroll up. "But what is this exactly? Haven't seen a scroll since that time I went through my granddad's old stuff."

"I have already informed a friend of mine that you will be coming. That, however, is your rite of invitation. Do not try to enter without it."

Even despite having just been choked by the man, Amelia still felt the exasperation that came with her boss' vagueness. "So where exactly am I going? Also, why?"

"I have given you all of the necessary information, Little Swan." Amelia twitched out of annoyance at hearing this, but she expected nothing less. " I will say this, however: you have potential. Potential that you need to exploit or you will become the prey of the very beasts that are devouring the Great Chasm. I do not intend to let that happen."

Amelia looked down at the scroll, shifting her eyes between Mercurio and the scroll just once before shoving it into her pocket. With that, she rubbed her neck and turned to leave in utter confusion, thinking to herself, I never was a fan of puzzles.
 
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Emmett Holliday
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"What is your name?"

The pale girl ignored Emmett's friendly introduction. Instead she inspected her visitors up close. She bend over, and stared Agnes straight in the eye. The girl was shivering in fear, and set a step backwards, but met the wall as she backed up. The pale girl put her hands through Agnes white hairs, and really had a good look at it. While she went through Agnes hair, Emmett noticed she was chained. Her arms were bound to her middle, although she did have some room to move. Emmett suspected the chains were to stop her from removing her muzzle. It was locked, but hey, better safe than sorry.

"I'd say it's a lot easier to talk without the mouthpiece," Emmett said, as he appeared behind the pale girl. He rub the lock with water from his flask, and then gave it a good blow to freeze it.

"Well, I should've thought this through better," Emmett said, as he realized he had nothing to break the lock with. He grabbed the pale girls face, and pushed her full force against the wall. He heard the lock shatter, as the girl and the wall collided. For a second, everything turned black. The shack, and everything in it completely vanished as the darkness in the corner of Emmett's eye overtook his vision. When the darkness disappeared, the pale girl stood incredibly close to Emmett, their noses almost touching each other. Slowly, Emmett went forward, and as they're noses touched, he whispered: "boop".

"You're a strange kid, aren't you?" The girl asked, Emmett.

"And you're not the first to say that," Emmett answered. "Well, you are, but I'm sure people have thought that before. People don't tend to talk to me that much, I get bored very easily."

The girl grinned, and in a quick, shocking motion went to sit on the ground. The paper beneath her crisped and tore.

"Not a listener, but you're a talker. It looks to us you're just a wimp with a short attention span."

"I'm more the playful type," Emmett said, "just ask my compadre." He pointed to Agnes, who tried to hide away in the corner of the room. She was trying to disappear behind her legs completely, and made herself as small as possible.

"Sad little thing she is," the pale girl said. "Afraid of the dark, is she?"

Agnes looked up, her big watery eyes rising up just above her knees.

"It's the vileness of this place," she said. Her voice was trembling with fear, but one could her the bravery it took to say. The pale girl just laughed.

"What an accent. We don't think we've heard that before," she remarked. She crawled over to Agnes, and put her head on Agnes knees. "We like you. You're like us. Faithful."

"Well, at least, somebody does," Emmett said, "So, I'm wondering, do you have any medical skills? Otherwise, I think we're gonna go."

The pale girl quickly turned around. "You can't just come in and leave! We want to talk, socialize, have some conversation!"

Emmett noticed there was no light entering the shack anymore, as the hole he shot in the wall seemed to have disappeared.

"So, do you have any medical skills? I kinda have this big gash in my back that I would like to see fixed. I mean, I could do it myself, but that would take a while."

"We could fix you up. Patch up the wound. Take the girl. First we'd need to see the wound. We'd need to find our thread and needle."

"Yeah," Emmett said, "that sounds great. It's on the back- wait what, take the girl?"

Emmett could not see it, but the sound of air leaving a nose made him suspect she was laughing.

"Yes, we want the girl. We like her, she'd fit right in. We're 2/6th nun."

"I like to sit down and talk about this for a while. Maybe get to know each other a bit. I kinda need the girl for a friend of some sorts."

"Ezekiel is not your friend, nor will he ever be. His soul is free of your impurities." Agnes voice sounded harsh, and seemed to echo throughout the whole shack. Which really wasn't that big, but still, the voice echoed.

"She uses big words," the pale girl said. "We've always wanted to expand our vocabulary."

Emmett giggled audibly. "Maybe work on your grammar first."

The pale girl gave a disappointed groin. "What do you think about our deal? We'll take the girl, you're wound gets fixed up."

The gears in Emmett's head started turning as he tried to weigh the positives against the negatives.

"As I said, the girl is my free ticket to a very fun week, I don't know if I should give her up." Suddenly Emmett felt a pain coming from his eyes. He couldn't see it, but it was clear that the darkness from the corner of his eye was now taking over his whole vision. The room they were seemed to have disappeared. The imager of it, at least, as Emmett could still feel the floor under his butt. Instead, where the walls were, was writing now, in pure white. The paper it was written on weren't visible anymore, but Emmett could see the glowing letters everywhere now. Before him sat the pale girl, now very clearly visible. She wore jeans and a white filthy shirt over it, which was clearly not designed for her body type. It was more draped over her than that she was wearing it. The chains connected leather armlets to a leather belt. She had a big smile on her face.

Behind her, Agnes was hanging upside down, seemingly held up by nothing. The nothing clearly held on to her right ankle, though. She was crying, the tears disappearing as soon as they stopped touching her face.

"What is your name," the pale girl asked.

"Isn't it weird that we're only now at that point of the conversation?" Emmett said. His voice was uneasy, as he felt he was overpowered in this situation. The world had stopped making sense all of a sudden. The girl was clearly using a spell book, but this magic felt strange to him. Also, being locked away in a camouflaged shack in the middle of the desert was kind of a red flag for bad things going on. Had bad things ever stopped him, though? They were more of a siren call to him, and resisting the urge to look closer was hard. And in most situations, he turned out fine. Even have a good jolly old time, if he said so himself. Now he was locked away in a shadow realm of some sorts with a girl that had trouble with personal nouns. Using we instead of I was a big sign for mad too, which made him ask himself why he hadn't started doing it yet.

"Emmett," he said, "the name's Emmett. And yours?"

Agnes stopped crying, as she could repeat the words coming from the pale girl's mouth.
"We are Legion," the pale girl said.

"For we are many," Agnes finished, and a single tear dropped to the ground.

"Well, that explains the we thing. Could you now ever so kindly explain the shadow realm illusion majiggy thingy and the wanting to have my handicapped kidnappee?"

Legion's smile faded out into a stern look.

"We're not really in the mood for questions anymore. We want an answer to the deal." She stood up, and walked closer to Emmett. Her eyes seemed to almost pulsate as she came nearer.

"We have two options for you. We don't keep the girl, but decorate the room with your corpses, or we keep the girl, and you leave alive."

"Wait, what happened to patching me up?" Emmett exclaimed.

"You and your hi-jinks started boring us. But because we have decency we'll sew the wound shut."

Emmett got visibly annoyed, as his expression got real angry all of a sudden.
"You got bored with me? You don't get bored with me, I get bored with you! I mean, look at me," Emmett said, and he blinked behind Legion, as he grabbed her face. "I'm really really interesting! I do all kinds of interesting stuff!"

Blackness engulfed his vision again, this time it was the darkness that had taken over his eyes pulling back, and letting the real darkness take over. Emmett got pushed back on the ground.

"You're just a gimmick in a poncho. We're bored. Give is the girl and we'll let you go, or keep denying us and we'll let you rot," Legion sounded more bored than angry.

"Okay, okay, let's negotiate. Put me back in seeing land. I need to see to negotiate."

The darkness engulfed him, and made the three inhabitants of the room visible again.

"We demand the girl, nothing more," Legion said.

"Do you really want her, though," Emmett asked. "She's a bit of a bore. She's always so serious, and only going on about the bible, if she even talks at all. And the crying, oh don't even get me started about the crying. Cry cry cry, all she does. Every waking hour."

"She'll learn to adapt. We find her interesting. You can just see the life stories written over her face. The scars on her body are clearly your work, but those scars on her mind, we wonder were those came from."

"Honestly, probably me too," Emmett said, "we don't have what you'd call a great relationship."

Legion continued: "We also share some interest, us and her. We've always found faith interesting. We just wonder how the world looks in the mind of this young girl. Our question is honestly what you need her for? You're a man, as childish as you are. Isn't it a little weird you're dragging such a young girl around? Especially with all those bruises."

Emmett looked confused, as he tried to find the right words.

"As I said. She is for a friend. He's a priest, very fond of her. And I'm very fond of him, so I'm kind of babysitting for a while."

"We'd say you're not making your case any better."

Emmett sighed.

"Okay, look. She's the local saint of Fairbell, and the priest over there is a quite hot-headed and overly serious, which is totally my type. I enjoy provoking him, having him chase me. He's good, and I need her to get him to notice me. Last time he just completely ignored me, for the most part. And I, I, I just want a good rush of adrenaline, and he's one good source, you know. But, no, misses Shack-Demon-Legion-Girl wants to take my bait away."

Legion looked confused, as if she could not follow Emmett's logic.

"Why is she still alive then? A dead body is provoking, we'd say. A grief-filled man can take strange roads." As she said that, she tapped her forehead. "We don't see why we can't have her. Just leave her with us, tell that lover of yours she's dead."

"She's my back up. I don't want to die if something goes wrong. Our last meet-up taught me I can't just lollygag in his backyard and expect to get away with it. He's good, which makes it fun. I want to mess with him, play with him. Slowly drive him mad, until we can just run forever." Emmett started to sound dreamy as he spoke his last sentence. During the conversation, he also started to put some pieces together in his mind. He was needed. He needed to give her permission to keep Agnes, otherwise he would have been dead. And the options Legion gave him were either both dead, or neither. He was in some twisted position of power, or at least in a position that put him on equal footing.

Legion stood up, and slowly walked over to Emmett. She let her hand run over the wall, making some of the glowing words fall down on the ground. The words 'Friends', 'Hunger', and 'Mark 5:1-13' hit the ground, as she now stood behind Emmett. The boy blinked away, but the darkness gave him a limited area to run around in, and he reappeared only one step away from his original place.

"This place keeps us in, it surely should be strong enough to keep you in," she said. With incredibly speed she yanked her chains against Emmett's shoulder wound, destroying all the healed tissue, and bruising the skin around it. "We'll fix it up for you if you just give us the girl. We're good with needle and thread." The pain in Emmett's shoulder was intense, and he suspected his shoulder blade was tearing. "I'll, I'll find an alternative. You can have her, just take the girl."

Emmett looked up, as Agnes screamed out. She dropped to the ground, but instead of breaking her neck on the floor, she was swallowed by the ground. Her voice seemed to echo through the room even after she was gone.

Legion gave Emmett no time to process what just happened as she started to roughly sow his wound together. She did not heat up the needle to disinfect it, and worked with very little care for Emmett's shoulder. The process was painful, but luckily it was also quick. While the wound burned afterwards, it did feel more contained than before, and Emmett hoped to be able to last a while longer with the wound sown shut. His magic should be able to heal it quicker if his body put some work into it too. As Legion finished up, the darkness pulled away, both the artificial darkness Legion created, but also the real darkness in the room as the door of the shack opened, and a nun entered.

"Natasha, we've got you're l-" Before the nun could finish her sentence, Emmett rushed past her, needle and thread still stuck in his shoulder and blinked away. The nun was stunned by the surprise visitor in the shack, and Legion used the moment to flee the shack without hesitation. The nun quickly stood in a battle pose, and shot a fireball towards Legion, but the pale girl dodged away without trouble, and ran up behind the nun. She whipped her chains up against the nun, who screamed out in pain.

"This is what you get for just locking us up."

Emmett decided that he did not feel like watching. He still was in no state to fight, and he was quite sure that Legion had some major mental instabilities that could make her attack him. He quickly left the area with a set of tightly packed together blinks.

 
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The Witching Hour Part 3


Sophia was standing on the ground in front of her respective titan. She had no idea how to even start climbing the monster. It tilted it's head towards her, and then looked away paying her no mind.

"Oh hell no." Sophia stomped her foot. "Do not look away from me as if I'm not even a threat." The titan tilted it's head back towards her, and then looked away again. It reached down and swatted at the air in front of her as if to shoo a pest away, and sent her flying with a powerful gust of wind.

Sophia rolled across the ground a couple of times and then caught herself. "Okay. No. No this is not okay. I am just as much of a threat as the others and I swear I will ****ing kill you." She took off at a sprint towards the titan and then began to scale the side of its leg. As her momentum slowed she laid flat against it and began to shimmy and crawl her way up the rest of the way. "This is such ********. I really need to get some kind of sword or something."

No hands reached out to claw at her and no creatures tore from its back to jab at her. Her climb was long and uneventful. Once she reached the creature's back however and could start to climb without using both hands and feet, a single lump appeared in front of her. An unformed mass of darkness rose up and simply sat there. Waiting. She took a step towards it which caused it to move towards the titan's head. She took a step back which caused the mass to shake violently. It appeared to be leading her to the head, though she didn't understand why she followed anyways.

Once she and the thing that led her had reached the top of the titan's head it began to bubble and grow larger. It grew until the top of it was slightly above eye level with Sophia, only to finally stop and then begin to flail about. Arms of pure white bone pressed against the black ooze chrysalis that encased them before finally breaking free. It stopped for a moment as muscles and tendons grew themselves on to the bones and then covered up with a fresh layer of apparently human skin.

Then the hands reached around to the side of the mass of darkness that faced Sophia and then dug themselves in to the darkness and began to pull back revealing the rest of a human skeletal system. The arms rolled the darkness back and left it covering it's body in an open vest-like manner. However, the legs were still stuck into the main body of the titan as with all the prior creatures which had sprouted from the other titans. It remained immobile as the muscles, tendons and vital organs formed around the remainder of it's bone structure and filled out the vest that it had made with its cocoon. Once it had completely formed Sophia took a step back in shock.

"H-hey Soph. How's it g-goin?" Jack coughed and looked away.

"W...what? No... This isn't possible. You died! You were turned into one of those things and started to attack us!"

"N-not really no. I uh... I a-actually j-just kind of st-st-stayed towards th-the back for it all. Th-then w-when th-th-the others st-started to fall I just... I just ate them... And now I'm this." Jack raised his arms, causing the entire titan to shake and shift as it raised it's own arms to mimic him.

Sophia's jaw dropped in amazement. "No way..." she whispered. "So does that mean you're in control now or?"

Jack shook his head. "Af-afraid n-not. I d-don't know how... but I g-got b-back control s-s-somehow. B-but I st-still can't m-m-move my l-legs. Wh-whoever h-has m-m-me under th-their control h-has me o-on a r-r-really ti-tight leash. I-i-if I e-even th-think ab-about tr-trying to h-help you th-there's a sh-sharp pain in the ba-back of my head... and th-then everything gets blurry... I'm r-really s-sorry Sophia." He frowned and tears began to well up in his eyes. "I st-still c-can't be of any use to you."

Sophia bit her lip hard as Jack began to sob uncontrollably into his own hands. She really wanted to just deck him and tell him to suck it up and stop being a crybaby. But she had really thought he was dead until now. And had he been he would certainly be in a better position than he is now that's for sure. "There has to be something." Sophia whispered as she moved towards him. She wrapped her arms around his body and rested her head against his chest. "There has to be something we can do. Some way to save you. I thought you were gone... but you're here now so there has to be something..."

Jack looked up to the sky and smiled. Back in the room where Cosma and Alice were, the puppet master looked up at the ceiling and smiled, trying hard not to laugh at how pitiful this girl was. She opened her mouth and continued her conversation with the dead boy's friend. "There is one thing..." Jack put his arms on Sophia's shoulders and pushed away. He dug his hand into his chest and then pulled out a black dagger, dripping with the same black ooze that made up the creatures around them. He grabbed hold of Sophia's left hand and placed the grip in it, closing her hand tight around it. "I can tell... there's no way to save me now... so please... please just kill me... end this nightmare for me... I'm begging you Soph... you're the only one I can trust with this..."

Sophia looked down at the dagger that Jack had placed in her head and shook her head. "I can't... you're like a brother... I could deal with it when you died because of someone else, but I couldn't live with myself if I were the one to do it. Please, there has to be another way," Sophia pleaded with Jack. Her eyes begging for any other way out, but his cold gaze giving her none.

"You have to do it Soph. There's hundreds of us in here, I only have control for a few more seconds. If you don't do it now, then Marzia will kill her titan and one of the others in me will take control and devour it bringing whoever is controlling us one step closer to winning. You have to use that dagger and stab it deep into the titan's head. See? You don't even have to actually kill me. You just have to stab the titan. Easy right?"

Sophia shook her head violently. Her mind was spinning and she was trying to take it all in. There had to be something, anything to change the way things were supposed to go. There had to be some way to fix all of this and save Jack. "But why me... why do I have to do this?"

"Well..." Cosma smiled as she shuffled through the subconscious of the dead man. "It's because I love you Sophia." Jack smiled warmly and closed his eyes.

Her eyes widened. She tried to speak but nothing came. "I-I..." Sophia stuttered as her cheeks flushed a bright red. "You dumbass!" She screamed out as she slammed the dagger Jack had given her into the titan's head.

"Hahahahahaha. Stupid ****ing girl." Cosma's voice echoed through Jack's mouth as it sunk in what she had done. "Thank you for helping me fulfill my destiny. Now, die." The figure of Jack rushed across the titan's head towards Sophia, catching her completely by surprise.

"What?" Sophia barely had time to let loose the single word. As Cosma spoke and she realized that she had been tricked, she rose to her feet, pulling the dagger from the titans head only to be met by the full force of the advancing Jack dummy.

Jack lowered his shoulder and rammed into Sophia, knocking her off of her feet and sending her flying off of the head of the titan. As she left the platform that was the creature's head, it let loose a bloodcurdling scream to announce to the other two that it was dying. "What?" Sophia mouthed again as she began to fall. She stared up at the sky as she was blown away by the force of the titan that Jeb was riding jumping into the air. "What?" She continued to mouth the same word repeatedly until she finally reached the ground. As she neared the ground she cast a shield of air around herself and then sat down on the ground to recollect herself. She'd been had.

During the time that Sophia had been falling, Jeb and Marzia had been doing their own things. Marzia was still in a fit of rage and had been tearing away at the head of the titan she was riding on with her bare hands. She wasn't concerned with waiting for the signal any longer, all she could think of was what the monster had done to her friend. All she wanted was to tear the creature to shreds. She didn't care how long it would take or what consequences it might have. This is all that kept her going now.

Marzia had managed to burrow a few feet into the skull of the creature by the time the one Sophia had been riding out let out its scream. But she continued on, undaunted by what was going on around her. Her goals were set. She continued to tear away at the beast, still standing even against the force of its leap into the sky. She continued on to where she thought the brain of the creature might be, hoping to find something there to stop the creature. Along the way the fully grown creatures that had been attacking her while she was in the open had given up their chase and were replaced once more by the tiny hands. They continued to rip and tear at her body, removing in the process the majority of her clothing and a great deal of her skin.

Her left arm began to boil in some places and became infected by the darkness. For the moment she still had control over her arm, but she had no idea when she'd finally have to part ways with it. Luckily she'd still be able to use it to kill the titan that she was in now before it became a burden. She had found what she was looking for. In front of her, suspended by strands of the darkness that surrounded her was the upper body of a human male. His eyes were empty and remained focused on the ground even as she approached him.

"So," the man whispered. "You've come to kill me then?"

Marzia walked up to the man and drew her machete. She whipped it across his chest, opening a large gash which oozed black and then quickly boiled over and sealed shut.

"I'm afraid it will take more than that to take us down. There is one thing that could do the job easier, but another of your friends has already used that. I'm afraid there's no hope of killing us now. Cosma was successful. The master has won."

Marzia continued to lash out in vain at the man as he spoke. She cut his throat, severed his limbs and stabbed him multiple times. However each wound she inflicted poured out the same black goo, then boiled and healed together the way that it was before. Tears filled her eyes, but her anger only grew more fierce and she continue to lash out with all her might against all odds.

"Since it seems we'll be here for a moment, allow me to tell you a short tale. Once, long ago there was a very powerful boy born into one of the native tribes of Jeimas. The boy's skin was pure white. It never tanned nor burned, only shone brighter the longer that he lived. The boy's name was Vereryl, and from the time he was born he could control many different elements. At the time of his seventh birthday he was named chief of the tribe to which he was born as his power was the greatest in all of the country. So long as he led his people, none would dare to threaten or challenge them. And for many years all was well."

Marzia started to breathe heavily as the exhaustion of the climb and all that came with it finally caught up to her. She couldn't forgive the monster, but she just didn't have anything left to give. She still boiled with rage, but had no way to let it out. Her arms were like liquid, and it felt impossible for her to even raise them empty handed. She looked to her left arm which began to twist and twitch about on its own volition. She leaned her head over and began to gnaw at her shoulder, attempting to tear through it.

The man paid her no mind and simply continued on with his story. "You see, by the time the boy turned sixteen he had already mastered all of the natural elements. Fire, water, earth, air, lightning, ice, wood and any combination thereof he could use as he saw fit. But he was not content with this. He desired more. He craved power, and he needed to know more. As time went on he denounced the gods that his people worshipped for centuries and named himself the one true god. To those that followed him, he showered with fortune and the protection that his powers brought. But to those that would disobey him and continue to worship these deities that he had proclaimed false... well, he started a hunt. He began by purging those of his own tribe who refused to follow him. He took up their bodies and began to experiment on them. He thought that if he could take some nobody tribesman and change them into one of these deities that they saw fit to worship over him, then they would have no choice but to lay down their beliefs and follow behind him."

Marzia finally managed to rip through her own arm, causing it to fall off and fuse in with the rest of the titan. Her head was spinning and she suddenly felt more tired than she could have ever imagined. She struggled to hold her eyes open as she felt herself creeping ever closer to death's doorstep. The room around her began to spin, and she could have swore that the man who was hanging there telling her this story got down from his place and moved over towards her. She felt a tingling sensation in her shoulder and then fell over, passed out.

"Things continued on this way until he was well into his thirties you see." The man continued, eyes now fixed on the limp body of the assassin. "His skin had changed from such a pure white to a black which was darker than even the emptiest of night skies and he had managed to persuade all of the tribes to follow him. His powers had grown exponentially, and he had even began to master the forbidden element of darkness. He had began down the path of light, however his mind could not comprehend the complexity of the magic which came from within that realm and as such turned to the easier, darker path. But to those who believed in him, though he was walking the path of a demon he was still their savior and their god. He led them all to prosperity and protected them, but many still held grudges deep within their hearts. He had killed family and friends alike, and such a thing is not so easily forgivable."

The titan neared the top of its ascension and hung momentarily in the sky. Marzia lay sleeping on the ground, and the man pulled his left arm free from the bindings that held him up as the core of the monster.

"So one night they took him. A group of twenty with half being devout followers and the other half being those bearing a deep hatred for their god-king took him into a cave whose name and location has long since been lost. There they took up a knife which had been crafted using the blood, bodies and souls of hundreds of their brothers and sisters that had been hunted down on Vereryl's conquest. They took this unholy blade and plunged it into their leader's chest, piercing his heart and sealing him with his own demonic powers to the massive stone tablet upon which he laid. As he lay dying, Vereryl cast one final spell. As he was sealed to the stone tablet he left an engraving upon its surface. The inscription stated that for so long as he should be sealed away from the world, every year one person from the bloodline of one of the twenty who had gathered there that night should be sacrificed upon his tablet using the knife that was used to seal him. So long as this was done he would remain sealed, but should it ever be forgotten he would rise once more."

As the titan began to descend towards the titan that Sophia had been on top of, the man dug his hand into his own chest and grabbed on to his still beating heart. He smiled down at Marzia, and then finished his story before pulling himself free from the remainder of his bindings and crushing his still beating heart.

"Many many years passed and the tradition was upheld. Every year one of the offspring of the twenty would offer up their youngest child to be sacrificed to keep the demon at bay. However, as more people began to settle in to Jeimas and the natives homelands were destroyed, their minds warped by the new culture and their beliefs disproven and done away with by the introduction of all that the new people brought with them. But all was not bad. Many still held true to the old ways, and the descendants of the twenty still upheld the ritual. That is until a man by the name of Jedediah Rush stumbled in on them. Unsure of what was going on, the outlaw killed all of those in attendance with his revolvers. Without the proper ritual sacrifice, Vereryl was freed right in front of him. But due to the grace of a higher power which smiled down upon this man, Vereryl was sealed once more. Though not to a stone tablet this time, he was sealed to a book which Jedediah had been carrying with him."

The titan screamed out and fell limp in the middle of the sky. It fell heavy on top of the room that Cosma and Alice were in. Cosma let out a scream and a hiss as she sensed the power within the titan that had brought about it's death and cursed the being for its interference. The man walked out on top of the barrier that Cosma had erected which was now cracking under the weight of the titan on top of it. A golden-white liquid streamed out of the wound in his chest and trailed behind him.

"A man who was just beginning on his journey joined by a millenia old demon just waiting to have its power released by the grace of a power yet unknown. And yet, the fate of all those in this story shall be yet twisted further by the events that shall soon come to pass."

Marzia's body became visible through the darkness of the titan's as it was dissolved by the golden liquid coming from the man's chest. He walked over to the unconscious assassin and smiled. Kneeling down beside her, he removed his left arm and placed it on to her shoulder before disappearing with a flash of golden light.

"Live on my children. Your work is yet unfinished."
 
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Achilles Nimbus
Status - Bounty Hunter
Sorcery Level - 2
Element - Electricity
Money - $1,050



From Ice, Stone and Flames


It was a dud. Nothing but an empty lead. They'd wondered deep into the desert for an empty shack. Besides a few bits of basic furniture, the place had been stripped of all its contents. The place seemed homely for the most part. It had all the essentials: a couch, a table, a bed, a few drawers. With all that though, it seemed to lack any real substance. Isaac threw himself into a chair in frustration. Achilles ignored the groan and wondered deeper in exploration, not that there was much to explore. The front door creaked. Achilles searched frantically for cover, but was immediately spotted by a large dog that had come through the door. The dog was followed by a meek looking old man. His stature was far from impressive. Achilles winced at the sight of him.

"Who the **** are you?" The man screeched in a mesh of fear and rage. His dog continued to bark, but refused to leave his masters side. He drew his gun, and used it to direct Achilles into the other room. The bounty hunter had no choice but to oblige. The man was far from any kind of threat, it was almost pity the forced Achilles to abide to the man's wishes.

Isaac leapt to his feet, as the two men entered his line of sight. Achilles looked him in the eye and shook his head. The gesture signifying that it wasn't worth combatting the old fellow. After lining the duo up and locking his shutting his dog in the other room, the man confronted his two new hostages. "Are y'all the client?" He enquired reluctantly.

"The client?" Achilles' questioned, hoping to lead the conversation where he wanted. The enquiry intrigued him, since he was convinced this man couldn't be affiliated. "I came here in search for the man who's helping in Fairbell." He continued innocently. He handed the paper he'd found in Fairbell to the old man.

"I didn't know you had the entire business plan. You must have come to discuss the deal with the girl." The man chuckled. His relieved laughter conflicted with the much more awkward snicker from Achilles. The man began to walk towards the wall, before a bullet came flying through his head.

"He talked far too much." The voice came from the wall in front of them. A large man emerged from what seemed like bare wall. He casually stepped out of the wall as if it were a door or a opening of some sort. "These intruders didn't need to know about the girl. A Client would've been smart enough to knock." He then turned his attention to Achilles and Isaac, who had now drawn their own weapons. "Here's a tip, whenever you deal with my boss and his men, you're always outnumbered." He chuckled. His laughter was accompanied by the clicks of guns being loaded. Neither of them turned their attention from the man in their sight though.

"Who the hell are you?" Isaac blurted. There was a moment of silence, before the man rolled his eyes.

"The real question is…who the hell are you? You're the ones that are intruding on our operations. Our client will be here any minute now, we can't be looking sloppy with your blood trailing across the floor." He stopped talking as the door knocked. "See, they knocked." He chuckled. The man strolled past Achilles, and brushed his shoulder against Isaac as he went to open the door. He stopped as he got behind them. "Oh, and fellas…drop yer weapons please." Both men looked around, and remembering that guns were cocked all around them, released their guns.

Two sets of footsteps returned to the room. Neither Achilles nor Isaac turned their heads to witness the new arrival. The new voice spoke.

"Perhaps there's a more efficient way to deal with these hostages of yours." The voice was immediately recognisable to Achilles.

"Coady!" He called out in a fit of restrained anger. The two men were stood behind him, so he couldn't see the actions that followed.

"You know these fools?" The wall man hissed in confusion. The 'client' responded in assuring denial. The two men strolled calmly into the line of sight of the hostages before continuing. The client was definitely Coady.

"Traitor!" Achilles hissed, full of rage. He resisted the undying urge to charge at Coady with the knowledge that such a decision could be his last. The sound of raised guns could be heard again, causing the wall man to grin. Achilles bit on to his tongue from that point. Ignoring the outburst, Coady turned to his associate, and continued the discussion they'd began before.

"You have a guy that's gained the trust of the townsfolk, why not use these two to…reassure that trust. Tell them that these two work for the guy that kidnapped the girl. That'd win yin you some adoration." The man grinned as he listened to Coady's idea.

"Wade!" Another man emerged from the wall upon his name being called. It was the man that Achilles and Isaac had seen in Fairbell. "You heard the man. Chain these idiots up and take them to the townsfolk. Let the imbeciles relieve some stress." The first man continued. Wade simply nodded in response. "It's scary what a determined man can do with demoralised town." He grinned.

The walk back to Fairbell was a long one. The sun felt hotter and the ground felt harder. The clanking of the chains around their wrists made the effort it took to walk double. They arrived in the town, chained. It wasn't a good look. Many of the worker who had been slaving over their wooden blocks and structures took interest in the new arrivals. The head nun they'd spoken to less than hours ago darted over when she noticed the trio.

"M'aam, these men were seen in association with the ice demon." He began before the nun could even begin to ask questions.
"********, we had nothi-" Isaac interjected, before he himself was interrupted by the slap on the back of the knee by the second captor that had hauled him there. Achilles remained silent.

"They were aids of the ice demon in the scouting and infiltration of the church, and of course the eventual capture of your saint Agnes." Wade continued. The nun was speechless. The religious woman took a second out to pray before scowling at the two chained men. A voice came from behind her.

"These are the men that captured Lady Agnes!" The cry was followed by a moment of silence. The roar of anger fuelled shouting was deafening. What was just a few seconds ago a confused mourning town, was now a huge angry mob. All that stood between them and certain death, was a determined nun.

"Stop! These men will be punished, but if it not be gods will for them to die, then they shalln't." She pleaded. The mob hesitated.

"Don't show them bastards no mercy, they didn't show it to Lady Agnes, or Father Ezekiel!" A crowd member shouted, and just like that, the crowd were enraged again. With the numbers that she was competing with, it was immediately obvious that the nun would not get her way. Wade grinned discreetly.

"If you wish them to pay immediately for their sins, then so be it." The nun sighed. The mob calmed, so that the nun could speak. "If we are to do this, it must be civilised. An execution." She pointed to the stage-like base of the church that had been rebuilt. A stoning, this evening." She was reluctant to say the words. They were met with both cheers and Jeers, though the jeers were mostly directed towards Achilles and Isaac.

"Stone the ****ers!" Was one of the last things Achilles heard from the crowd before he was hauled away.

 

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The Witching Hour Part 4


Jeb held on tight to the back of the titan, trying not to be pulled away by the powerful wind streaming around him. The titan grew closer and closer to the other by the second. He was running out of time. Another scream echoed out through the night sky somewhere nearby. It seemed Marzia had managed to finish off her foe. Now it was just up to Jeb to ensure that these creatures didn't win. He had to climb. He had to finish this.

Jeb held his breath, a searing pain ran through his entire body as the flow of time around him slowed. He blinked up the titan's back two times before tripping over himself and nearly falling off of it. He stuck his sword into it's side and hung there, trying to cope with the all-encompassing pain he was feeling. Even the slightest movement caused him to wince and fight back tears. Blood streamed from his eyes and nose as the flow of time around him resumed it's normal pace. The wind whipped him around, bashing him against the body of the titan over and over again. He screamed out in pain but his voice was snatched away by the force of the air around him.

This was too much. He couldn't feel anything in his body now but for the all-encompassing pain. He closed his eyes and let go of the sword. It was over. He had given up.

"Sorry... Alice." Jeb whispered.

Don't give up.

Jeb opened his eyes, feeling a sudden surge of energy and the complete absence of pain, he dug his entire arm into the titan's body.

You can't really be done yet can you?

Jeb started pulling himself back up the titan's back. He blinked over to his sword and ripped it from the monster's side and a small sack blew off the edge of the blade as he pulled it free. He hadn't felt this great in... well... ever. He stood up and began running along the titan's back, nearing the base of it's neck.

We all had such high hopes for you too.

Jeb lunge forward off of the titan's head. Time had slowed a great many more times than usual, the titan had barely made any forward progress since the spell was cast. Jeb smiled and restored time to it's natural flow. He wrapped his left hand around the blade of the sword right above the hilt, giving him a better hold of it. His hand split open and blood poured out of it, making his smile grow even wider.

There's still so much left for you to do.

Jeb slammed the sword's blade against the speeding titan, using all of his strength to maintain the distance between them. The blade scraped against the bone of Jeb's left hand and he began to laugh. The sword began to sink deeper into the titan's body as the sword cut into it. He pulled the blade back and then kicked himself off of the head of the titan once the distance between them had closed.

But don't worry.

Jeb slammed the sword against the face of the titan once more in a slightly lower spot. He pushed his full weight against the blade as it sank into the titan's body. He twisted his body in the air and turned the blade of the sword towards the other cut.

I still believe in you daddy.

The wound had slowly been recovering, but it hadn't been quick enough. The new incision Jeb had made met with the old one and a chunk of the titan's head went flying out. Jeb began to spin and then raised up his sword, attempting to use the titan's weakened defenses and momentum.

I know you'll figure it out somehow.

Jeb began to corkscrew through the titan's body. Hands reached out to him but were promptly torn to shreds by the sheer speed of which the two were traveling. A scream echoed through the tunnel that he had made and then it began to collapse in on him.

And then we can all be together again.

Jeb flew out the back of the titan which quickly turned into it's front. Jeb turned to look back at the creature which screamed at him with a head that had just began to form from the hole he had just exited. The titan hit the ground a hundred yards from where the one Sophia had felled sat. Jeb's actions had knocked the monster off its course.
Mom misses you.

The titan started to reach over to its fallen brother, but as it's arm began to stretch out Jeb started his corkscrew down through it. He entered and exited once, tearing a large portion out of then outer edge of its arm. Then he blinked back up and corkscrewed through again at the edge of the previous tunnel.

She doesn't like to watch though.

Jeb continued to tunnel through the titan's arm until it fell off, the monster's regenerative capabilities unable to keep up which the speed of which he was damaging it. The arm writhed about on the ground and the crawled over to the other titan. Sophia's titan shook, but didn't come back to life.

She can't stand to see what you've become.

Jeb landed on the ground, cautious of the arm which had just fused together with the hopefully still deceased titan. His eyes darted back and forth, just waiting for the second one to stand up. But it didn't happen, instead once he had turned his head to the titan laying across the ground the one that he had been fighting took the opportunity Jeb had presented to it.

But she knows it has to happen.

The titan drew back its massive arm and then swung it down at Jeb. By the time he noticed that it was coming, it was too late. He started to run away and had just barely escaped the impact of the enormous fist, however the shockwave that followed sent him flying. This is when Jeb found out that the arm which had detached itself wasn't attempting to revive the deceased titan, but instead form a shield around it.

So I watch for her.

Jeb slammed up against the dead titan and was impaled by several thin spikes. Each spike struck into different joints in his body, dislocating each limb and near completely immobilizing him. Blood poured out of his wounds and he looked over his shoulder to the ground behind him. He closed his eyes and blinked over to the spot, tearing off the spikes that the creature's arm had created and taking them with him.

Our time's almost up though.

Still without pain, even with the new wounds inflicted upon him Jeb looked for a way to finish this. The ground beneath him shook as the titan made it's way over. Jeb craned his neck and bit down on one of the spikes that was sticking out of his right shoulder. He pulled the spike out relatively easy, and as he did so the spike went limp and then crawled over to the approaching titan. Jeb craned his head over to his other shoulder and tore the spike from it as well. As he did so it also went limp and crawled over to the approaching titan.

It was nice to talk to you daddy.

With his arms now free, Jeb stood a chance again. Hand still latched firmly around the hilt of his sword, he began to drag himself towards the titan which was now within arm's reach of the titan which lay on the ground.

"Throw me."

Jeb looked over to where the voice had come from. And there standing next to him was Sophia, her face a cold grey she kept her eyes fixed on the titan ahead.

I don't know when it'll happen again.

"Throw. Me." Sophia said once more.

Jeb shook his head. He stuck his sword into the ground and lifted himself up on it.

"I can't throw you... but... I can do this." Jeb took Sophia's hand in his and then blinked up into the sky above the head of the titan.

But we know you'll be fine without us.

Sophia let go of Jeb's hand and wrapped it around her other hand which was grasping firmly on to the handle of the black dagger. She stretched her arms out in front of her and jammed the blade deep into the skull of the monster. It let out a deafening shriek and began to shake from side to side, tearing away at its own head. Sophia was sent flying off as the titan doubled over backwards and then died.

We love you daddy. Good luck.

Jeb felt the side of his cheek warm as the words echoed through his head. He looked up to the sky, the pain slowly returning to his body. Tears filled his eyes and he reached out to the vast darkness above him.

"I love you too... Maria..."

It was all he could get out before he burst in to tears. After landing, Sophia slowly made her way over to him. She got down on her knees in front of him. She laid her head on his chest and began to sob into his blood and sweat stained chest. Marzia stood off to the side, squeezing the arm which had been gifted to her. Her wounds were completely healed and she had already gotten over the initial guilt and pain of losing her friend. She had no place with the two of them at the moment. They needed this.

Marzia looked over to the mansion which was just barely being held together by the various barriers that Cosma had thrown up. The titan she had crawled out of still lay slumped over the top of the room, causing visible cracks in the first layer of the barrier. She sighed and then looked back to the two who were finishing up their moment.

"We need to finish this before the witch tries something else."

Jeb coughed and rubbed his eyes.

"Right... sorry... Sophia do you think you could give me a bit of healing before we move on? Or at least taking these things out of my knees so I can think about walking again? Theeth hoooles arn reeelly helpn nythin," his words began to slur together as everything he had been through returned and stacked together.

Sophia shook her head. "I'm sorry... I don't really have anything left..."

Marzia sighed. "Guess it's up to me then."

The assassin walked over to Jeb and rested her left hand on his shoulder. Her arm began to radiate a golden-white color and with it all the pain in Jeb's body left him, and he felt himself grow back to his full strength. Then Marzia turned to Sophia and did the same. Jeb and Sophia looked at each other, amazed with Marzia's apparently new power.

Jeb took a step towards her. "When did you get that neat little trick?"

Marzia shook her head. "Dunno. Last thing I remember is trying to kill some guy inside the titan and gnawing off my own infected arm. Then I wake up, titan is dead, I've got my arm back and I feel better than ever."

Sophia pulled the black dagger from the makeshift holster on her hip and stared at it. "So Marzia got some kind of healing touch thing, I got this special dagger... Jeb, did you get anything? Maybe this was actually a blessing in disguise to each of us?"

Jeb thought back to the voice of his daughter that had played through his head and saved him from allowing himself to die. Would it be crazy to let them know he was hearing things? How much could he actually trust these people? Sure they had been in a life or death situation together since they boarded the train, but at the end of the day they still played on two different sides. Would it be alright to let them know how weak he was and traumatized he still was from the death of his wife and daughter?

"Jeb?" Sophia rested her hand on his and looked him in the eyes.

He shook his head and moved his hand away. "No, nothing. I just didn't want to die, so I did what had to be done. But anyways, how are we going to get in there to finish this?"

"Well," Marza began, "we have to get rid of the barriers. But we can't leave the titan on top of them or else once we do manage to get rid of them Cosma and Alice will just be crushed by it. Either that or Cosma will absorb it and complete her goal. I don't know if that's still possible or not even if they're dead, but I really have no idea what's going on so I'm not going to rule anything out."

Sophia looked at the titans around them. She looked to the room, and then to her new dagger. "Maybe... if she's the one that made the titans then maybe since she made the barriers too then this dagger will work on it as well?"

Jeb shook his head in agreement. "Yeah, that might be possible. But still, what about the titan?"

"I've got it." Sophia looked over to Jeb. "But, for it to work I'm going to need a lot of your help Jeb."
 
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Into the Lion's Den

Alex approached the mine cautiously, the heat was starting to get to him and he couldn't afford to drink any more of his limited water supply. It had taken him nearly two more hours to finally come close to the old mine, and he was certain that this is where Rex was always hiding.

Still, the fact that there were to armed guards in front of the structure was a bit disconcerting. If staying hidden was your goal, having obvious guards around was generally not the best way to do so.
"He knows that someone is coming for him, or that someone knows where he is." Alex muttered to himself "So he's put the whole damn place on alert. Brilliant."

Alex took a moment to prepare himself for what was undoubtedly going to be a lot of hard work, then with a demonic grin born from the thrill of a difficult hunt blinked to be between the two guardsmen.
"Evening gentleman, I take it Rex is in here then?"
"The ****!" one of the men yelled as both wheeled to aim their respective firearms at Alex, the more startled of the two pulling the trigger immediately. Alex had anticipated this however and was already blinking away at that moment, the flying bullet lodging itself in the chest of the other guardsman who begun to scream out in pain. Alex appeared next to the remaining guard, pulled out his revolver and shot him in the head. He then collected the dead man's shotgun and finished off the screaming fool on the ground, enjoying the sudden silence.

Sadly though, the noise had probably not gone unnoticed to a group of dangerous outlaws who were waiting on an attack. Alex proceeded down into the mine, pale wall lamps providing the only light as cavernous darkness quickly consumed his frame. It was eerily quiet, but the mine was huge. There was always a chance that nobody actually had heard the screams. Alex continued to descend, the stolen shotgun reloaded and held at the ready.

Alex managed to get significantly further before the sounds of heavy boots could be heard echoing down the mine, unfortunately for the bounty hunter however there was nowhere he could hide really. Which is why a few moments later he was met by a group of Rex's men, all of whom were armed, and aiming at him.
"Shit."
"You could say that again." A darker-skinned man at the front of the group chuckled.

Alex wasn't waiting for an invitation; he immediately pulled the trigger on the stolen shotgun, downing three of the closest enemies – the dark-skinned man included. The remaining outlaws were about to open fire, but quickly did a double take when there was suddenly twelves Alex's standing before them instead of just the one. Alex used the moment of confusion to pull the trigger again, taking out several more men in a spray of blood. Ignoring the screams of agony of those that hadn't died, Alex used his reloading spell to restock the gun once more. By that time however, common sense seemed to have returned the group.
"Just ****in' shoot 'em all!" one man yelled in a thick southern accent, whether he actually held any authority or not was uncertain but the battalion of thugs obeyed him nonetheless. A spray of bullets flew towards Alex and his illusory clones, each and ever one of his fakes disappearing in quick succession. However Alex was no longer amongst them, an empty hallway was all that lay before Rex's men.

Alex appeared behind the confused group, and dropped the stolen shotgun – a fireball in each hand. Without waiting Alex tossed the flaming orbs into the group of outlaws, a small cluster on each side quickly catching fire. Howls of pain and the stench of burning flesh quickly begun to consume the scene as dark smoke filled the air. A couple of water sorcerers attempted to quell the flames, but as soon as they made themselves known they also made themselves Alex's targets. Alex, pulled out his own shotgun and shot in the direction of each water caster, felling them efficiently and wounding other's in their vicinity before he threw a few more fireballs into the now terrified, smouldering mess of an outlaw group to finish the job.
"If I keep running into groups this size I'm screwed, I'm nowhere near powerful enough to do that again and again and being a good shot won't help me against an army…" Alex muttered to himself, already hearing another – thankfully smaller – group running towards him.

Alex sprinted out of the smoke, catching the group of six outlaws by surprise, and rattled off several shots with his sawn-off. Three of the men fell in a heap, a forth dropped his gun taking shrapnel to his shoulder. Alex then blinked to be behind the group and pulled the trigger twice more dropping the others like flies and spraying the walls of the mine with blood before whirling around to put a bullet in another man who was just rounding the corner.

The bounty hunter then resumed his run through the mine, he wasn't totally sure where he was going but for now the path was singular and relatively straight. Alex felt alive, the thrill of the hunt like an electric charge through his body. Adrenaline born of his life-or-death battle coursed through his veins.

Twice more Alex encountered small groups of outlaws, but nothing like the first mob he'd come across. It seemed that for the most part Rex had expected the weak lot at the front to be enough. This seemed very strange to the bounty hunter, after all Janet had made it clear that despite his appearance Rex Flinders was an extremely clever man. Not really the sort that would expect his weakest subordinates to be an effective means of defence when who-knows-what could have been coming for him, he was pretty notorious after-all, just overshadowed by the likes of Big Bads.

It was at that moment that Alex reached an enormous circular room with several smaller tunnels leading off of it in different directions. From every tunnel a large group of outlaws poured.
"You have got to be kidding me."​

 

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Emmett Holliday
Status - Outlaw – Well dressed
Sorcery Level - 2
Element - Water
Bounty - 2000$



The Mass and the Untouchable


"Okay, so I have two things I need to figure out," Emmett said to himself. He held one finger up on each hand, frantically moving them around, as if a solution would appear written in the sky. "I need to figure out if Zekey will still be motivated enough to chase me," he sighed, the idea of Ezekiel ignoring him wasn't something he looked out for, "and, I need water, water, water."

He held his flask upside down, and the last drop of water dripped out. Emmett wasn't thirsty, but he did need water for his freezing spell.

"Oh yeah, becoming a water mage, make spells that require your own supply," Emmett let his hands sink into his hands, "Oh well, guess I can't solve that situation here, can't I?"

It was a very exhausting hour for Emmett. Walking such a distance was below him of course, so he blinked all the way. He had a lot of time to overthink his situation. Ezekiel would be mad, but it had been only around twenty-four hours since his accident, so the guy would be fairly hurt. He wouldn't be able to do anything to Emmett. Zekey's wounds were way too severe to be healed be simple healers, so unless the church possessed over strong ones, he would still be really badly hurt. And Emmett suspected they wouldn't have any, otherwise they didn't need Agnes.

Fairbell took over more and more of Emmett's line of sight, and he finally entered the town.

"It's starting to feel like home," he said, and he smirked. His first move was to scan the houses at the side of town. He was searching for inhabitants with very specific measurements. He lucked out with the third house, as he saw a man sitting behind his desk in a brown suit. He wore a monocle, and a very fashionable bowler hat that matched his suit. He was reading a thick, leather bound book. The book had its pages colored red as the man's head was smashed against it so hard, the skull broke. Emmett stood behind him, and dusted off his poncho.

"I wonder how long it'll be before Fairbell's people will darken out their windows?" he asked himself.

Emmett took off his poncho, revealing his naked upper body. Pulling the poncho over his head hurt his shoulder. He had used his spells to heal the wound, but it was so deep that he was incapable of removing it all together. The stitches had allowed him to heal the wound into a nice scar, but the skin was still recovering. It could still burst, and it still hurt. The muscle underneath it wasn't cured either, as Emmett felt it with every move of his arm.
He carefully undressed the dead corpse, and tried to keep the blood from the clothing, but it that wasn't meant to be. Even before Emmett started the undressing, the suit was drenched already, as liters of blood left the man.

"Man, extensive bleeding really makes your death meaningless," Emmett grumped, "not that it's my problem, just wanted to rub it in."

Emmett rummaged through the house, looking through ever cabinet, looking for the man's dresser. Downstairs there was no bedroom, so he doubted there would be any clothing here, but he still threw everything out of everything storage related he could find. Upstairs he found a bedroom. The bedroom had a big dresser, a closet, a two person bed, and a crib. Emmett walked over to the crib, and looked inside. A baby lay in it, sleeping, and sucking its thumb.

"I'd apologize for your father," Emmett said, "but trust me if I tell you you're better off with him." He walked over to the closet, and slowly opened the doors. Dust rushed out, and Emmett saw a woman's clothes covered with dust, and half eaten away by moths.
"I guess you're mother doesn't change clothes much."

The dresser was better. It contained two full suits, and other, simpler clothing. Emmett immediately grabbed a similar brown suit as the dead man downstairs was wearing. Getting in it was a struggle. The buttons were complicated, the folds and layers were complicated, and the tie was a death sentence. Emmett hung his head sideways as he pulled the tie upwards, imitating a hanging. It really didn't work for Emmett, and he decided to just put in a simple knot. He stroked his hair back tightly, and put on a bowlers hat. To finalize his new outfit, he grabbed a pair of glasses from the bedside cabinet. He smashed the glass, and broke off the larger pieces left. When he was done, the glasses were just a frame, with tiny sharp glass fragments at the side. It wasn't that noticeable if you didn't pay attention to it.

He looked through the bedroom window, and saw that the street was empty. He blinked outside, and started walking the streets to the church. As he came closer and closer to the burned remainders, he started to notice more and more people. Some gave him a weird look, but nobody seemed to pick him out as the man that just yesterday instilled terror in their hearts. As he walked past a group of nuns, he pulled on the two loops in his tie, and walked up straight. He pushed his bottom lip out, and looked down, as he gave the nuns what he thought was a grieving nod. He heard the sounds of human hatred and disapproval as he came closer. He joined in the crowd, as they seemed to cheer for the execution of two strangers. Emmett quickly noticed what was going on here. The two men were brought forwards as associates of him, for the whole church thing. The mob he was part of now was very eager to see harm come their way, while the nuns tried to argue a more civil approach. Emmett couldn't help but smile.

"Don't show them bastards no mercy, they didn't show it to Lady Agnes, or Father Ezekiel!" he yelled, purposefully lowering his pitch.

The crowd erupted back into a frenzy, and Emmett quickly got out, walking over to the houses. He had seen a nun leaving one of them, as people got mad, and Emmett suspected that was the one they kept Zekey in.
The frenzy was an ideal moment for him to walk by. Nobody noticed him moving out, as the crowd saw nothing but red. The windows were closed, and the home left no easy way for Emmett to blink in, so he thought he would try a more conventional entrance. With a soft push, the door opened with a loud creaking.

The house was dark, but there were multiple candles lit all over. A bed stood in the middle of the room, with Zeke laying in it. This was the first time Emmett ever saw him without his priest outfit. No hat, no black dress, no white collar, just a blanket covering the man's body.
Emmett grabbed the chair standing next to him, and set down. With two hands he held Zeke's hand tightly. The priest slowly opened his eyes. The first thing he saw was Emmett, smiling, holding his hand, staring him dead in the eye.

"Hey, Zekey," he said. The priest tried to answer, but his throat seemed to be dried out. His body was weak, Emmett noticed, as Zeke tried to pull his arm back, but Emmett just had to tighten his grip to keep him here.

"I've not come to hurt you, silly," Emmett said, and he playfully touched Zeke's nose, "where's the fun in that?"

Emmett's hand started to glow white, and he let his hand go over some of the burns on Zeke's body. The skin hardened, and started to form scar tissue as it tried to heal up.

"Can't say it's perfect, but soon, you'll be healthy enough to go around, being your own grumpy self again." Emmett giggled, as Ezekiel opened his mouth.

"W-Where's Agnes," he asked, as his voice slowly returned.

Emmett tried to put on his sad face again, by pushing out his bottom lip, and looking down.

"That's why I came here, Zekey, I have good news and bad news," he said. Ezekiel's face conveyed both panic and anger towards Emmett. "Good news is, I didn't kill her!" Emmett stood up, and took a theatrical bow by taking his bowler hat off. "Bad news is she got absorbed by a girl in a shack, and ran away. Also killed a nun, but you don't have to blame little Agnes for that, the situation is still unclear. I'm trying to figure ou- Ouch!" Ezekiel struck Emmett in the face. He was now sitting straight, revealing his scarred and burned upper body.

"You did what?" he asked, as he lowered himself back into his bed.

"Well, as I said, girl in shack, either completely blacked out the room, or took us to a shadow dimension, I honestly couldn't tell, then absorbed Agnes, and then ran away. A nun came by though, so she might be, you know, church property." Emmett sat back down again, resting his feet on Zeke's bed.

"Oh, oh, oh, wait," he continued, "I have more good news! She's still pale!"

Ezekiel turned his head towards Emmett, and snarled: 'I won't let you get away with this. To you this might seem like a game, but to me, you're messing with God's plan." He stopped for a moment, and tried to regain his breath. "I don't even know if Agnes is alive now," Zeke said. He did not sound sad, the tone his voice conveyed was more that off misfortune. "Does Natasha still have her spell book?" he asked.

Emmett looked confused.

"Natasha?" he asked back.

"The pale girl. Legion," Zeke said.

"Oh yeah, probably. I didn't see her with one, but you know, I didn't see her drop it either."

Ezekiel sighed in relief. "There's still hope," he said. He slowly turned his head back towards Emmett.

"I want you to know, that when I get better, you shouldn't mistake God's goodness, for mine. He'll judge your soul, I'll judge your deeds."

Emmett grinned, and he moved towards Ezekiel.

"Well, don't mistake my mercy for foolishness," he whispered into the priest's ear.

 

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Chained up like a dog, Anima felt the chains coiled around him. They would every so often hover, sway, as if it was breathing. If Anima struggled, the chains would tighten, pushing in to his skin. He was unsure how much time had passed, the Bounty Hunters had left them in the dark basement. Anima felt groggy, his throat was congested and sore. He needed to be objective. The chains had seized Ieros, too far for him to reach. He could hardly see. His knees ached and wobbled, his whole body throbbed with pain. His energy was sapped out of his body. He sat there, in a pool of his own sweat and filth. The temperature was heightening over time. He tugged the chains, and the creature that was enthralling him started to constrict like a Boa Constrictor. The immense pain coursing through his body made the vigor ebb from his muscles. He became limp. His limbs dangled, suspended with the knot of chains. He couldn't give up like this... It was his calling to free everyone from this hell. He could not fail Gaudium.

Jacobs sat on the chair precariously, leaning back against the wall. He lit a cigar and gripped it with his teeth. He had let the two prisoners stew in the basement. He felt satisfied. Although, he wanted to bring these two in, he needed to wait out the negotiations with the woman's tribe. If they offered more for her it would be a nice bonus. Now, his adversary was a strange one, Anima, an outlier, a man who lived outside the bounds of normality. It was like his brain went through a mincer and someone gave a blind person instructions to tape it back together again. His bounty information seemed to be outdated, or at least missing key information. Like this strange ability, he spoke to an item and somehow it did something? It had been one of the last things that Anima had done, and the bolt definitely hit, so why was it that it hadn't taken effect yet... Perhaps it was because his spell book was taken away? He needed to proceed with caution. Right now, Anima was weakened.​

Siren opened the door. She walked forward and put two beers on the counter. "I've got an idea."​
Jacobs looks up from his newspaper, he grabbed the beer and uncapped it with his teeth, spitting the bottle cap in to the till, "Shoot." As he said that, he rose to his feet, he walked to the wall and took down an antique gun and sets it on the table. He takes out a cloth from the drawer.​
"I'm going to taunt Weird Guy." She smiled and jumped over the counter. She went over to him and placed two fingers on his jaw bone and turned his face towards hers, kissing him quickly before she turned around, walking down in to the basement, closing the hatch on the way down.​
Jacobs looked down at the blunderbuss that he was polishing, this reminded him of home... polishing... polishing... He broke his wandering mind's path, he looked at the newpaper. He looked to the picture he circled and crossed over, underneath, it said "Wanted, $950."​

Anima looked up, the dim light making him unsure whether he had double vision or not. The leather-clad woman walked towards him. Anima strained his magic, attempting to pull the Book of Ieros towards him. Anima looked up at Siren, Anima felt a presence in his brain. He redirected his magic to his consciousness. He screamed, "Get out!" His voice wavered. Siren left his brain, he felt like he had been involved in a near miss. Siren began to morph. Damn it! What did she get?​

Siren had a glimpse of his mind, she felt strange. But it was not a time to dwell, she had a person. She began to morph. Her leather, skin-tight clothes flowed out, Siren's form changed, her curvy body morphed. Her figure went in to a silhouette, the black shadow rippled like water, it swirled and blobbed. It them took the form of a girl then the light returned to the form. Standing before them was a young girl that both Shadow and Anima recognised, the girl imprisoned. The girl disgraced. Shillace spun around her sky blue dress, indulging in her innocence. Anima looked at Siren, he held no illusions. He didn't care for the petty imaginary friend of his victim.​
Siren looked at Anima, unsatisfied with the response she got. "Well it's no fun if you don't react!" She huffed indignantly.​
Anima needed to test the waters, "Perhaps it'd be better when closer."​

"A glutton for punishment, eh?" She swaggered up to Anima and crouched down. Anima seized this chance, he took the chain in between his wrists, he leapt forward pulling against the resisting chains. He jogged the chains up in the air. They fall around her shoulders, he crossed the chains over. The chains cut deep around her neck, blocking her wind pipe. He felt the chains recognise what was happening, if they constricted they would kill Siren, if they loosened they would let out Anima. He had them in check, no where to move. He tightened the chains around her neck himself.​
Ieros was now in reach. Ieros hovered out of the chains, chains that were frightened to move.​
"Your punishment is the only that I crave." Anima's iris began to glow and swirl, the milky blue turned to a rich golden hazel, his pupils expanded and went from a glossy shine to a matte black, his pupil was now a black hole. Anima connected with her mind. Relaying the horror of the earth, the majesty of the after life. Anima felt resistance in the woman's mind, this wouldn't last long. Siren sat there on her knees dazed, the chains no longer cutting off her air.​
Siren was dazzled, a shining curiosity was in her eyes as she looked at the wall, lost in her mind. "We must see Gaudium... He is truly amazing, you... need to take me to the... planes." Siren spoke as if deep in thought.

Anima put on a soft voice, "I will take you to the Lord's Paradise, but you must do one thing for me."​
She furrowed her brow, "What... is it...? Will I get to see him...?"​
Anima had to tread carefully, "Yes... yes, you will, I need you to disguise yourself as me and act like me. Can you handle that?"​
She became wary... Why so little for such big reward, something was askew here. "What will happen if I do?"​
Anima smiled underneath his mask, "Gaudium calls."

Siren nodded, she looked to Shadow, unconscious at the corner of the room. Anima unlooped Siren and brought it back down. Siren stood up, "By grace of Gaudiun, I transform" She announced ceremoniously, signifying her clearly abundant zeal, a zeal that will be used up quickly. She transformed in to a mirror image of Anima, minus the chains. Anima looked towards the hatch, he shouts.​
"Get down here, Bounty Hunter, I circumvented your little trickster so easily. Are you man enough to face me?" He howled, he aimed to provoke, even if this vernacular was out of his usual idiolect.​
Jacobs had finished polishing the guns by the time that Anima called for him. Perplexed, he walked down the hatch, was he drunk? He saw two of Anima, one in chains, the other standing up, staring at him. The two spoke in unison, "One of us is real, the other is not."

Jacobs was dumbfounded, this was unexpected... Jacobs was too plastered to make the decision on who to chain up. His excessive drinking and polishing was a habit of his that he did when under stress. Jacobs thought to make the chains to do it for him. "Enthralling Chains, I command you to chain up Anima." He had to verbally communicate as their starting orders would not be overridden if it wasn't verbal. In theory, Anima could have easily fooled the chains in to chaining up Siren. The chains loosened and receded. The chains slowly meandered about, like snakes, trying decide who to chain up. While in idle thought, Anima grabbed Ieros and Blinked behind Jacobs, his hand shined with the energy of lightning, power filled his being. He thrust his palm of lightning in to Jacobs' spine. Immediately, Jacobs was stunned, falling to the ground like a statue. The chains went limp and clanged as they hit the ground. Siren held their head, their head was filled with pain. They didn't have enough time. Anima blinked to Shadow, bringing out his dagger and slashing down, buckling the chains. He levitated Shadow up in the air with great difficulty and rushed up the stairs. Around the counter and He kicked the door open. He was met with Cerberus, ready, awaiting him. He shook Shadow.

"Wake up! Ride out of Fairbell."​
Groggily, Shadow nodded, and with that he put her on Cerberus. He was very depleted, he couldn't levitate humans very effeciently. Anima pushed the door closed and forced them to lock. He stood back. Dust was already being kicked up by Cerberus. Anima's arms began to glow, he thrust them on to wall.​
"Anonymity is my unshackling"
And with that he cursed the items inside the shop. Anima has no energy left, his vision had became clouded with darkness. He reached out in to the shadows, and a Shadow caught him. Anima went unconscious. Shadow hoisted the weakened Anima on to the back of Cerberus and the trio rode out of the City of Blasphemy. Shadow hoped Anima could recoup in time that they got to their destination.​


 
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The Witching Hour Part 5

"Child. Awaken my child. We must speak."

Alice yawned and rubbed her eyes. She felt like she'd been asleep for months. She looked around her for what had called out to her, but all that she saw was darkness.

"Child. Can you hear me?" Each word that the voice spoke echoed for several seconds, and whoever was behind the voice seemed to know this and so spoke in a disconnected way so that each word could be heard fully and dissipate before it began again.

Alice furrowed her brow and looked around. "Yeah, I can hear you but... where am I? And who are you? Where's Cosma?"

The voice humphed. "Cosma cannot find us here, nor can any or your friends or anyone else in this world for that matter. This place, is you and this place is also me. The two of us together make this all possible, and together we can do anything here that we please. Should you want to find this conversation more welcoming, you might imagine that we are in a certain hideout perhaps? Maybe all of your friends and family are there?" As the voice spoke, the scene that it described came to fruition. Her father and mother were there talking and laughing with Jeb, Cosma, Sophia and the rest of the Culebras as well as her recently deceased sister Scarlet. "See? Don't they all seem to be having such a great time together?"

Alice surveyed the scene wide eyed. She looked about at all of her friends and family so happily getting along. "But... none of this is real... is it? No... Scarlet died and she gave me her spellbook..."

"Child... when you have all of the power that the two of us have together, anything is possible. We can create and destroy as we see fit, for we are the gods that were destined to rule this planet."

Alice shook her head violently. "But this is all just a dream. Surely when I wake up I'll only be depressed and broken again. This just hurts too much. Why are all these people here? Just go away!" She screamed out, cupping her hands over her ears. The scene dispersed and the darkness retook it's position. "Yes... this is better. This is how it's supposed to be..."

The voice chuckled lightly. "Yes child you are right. This is how it's supposed to be. Darkness is the ultimate creation. From darkness, anything can be born. Darkness is the beginning of everything, and to everything darkness shall return. That is why you must join with me. Walking in the path of light is only shadowing the path of darkness and ensuring that you will never live life the way you truly wish, or ever make full use of your potential. So come and join with me child. This is your destiny. Fulfill all of your dreams. Bring back what is lost, restore that which has been broken. With the power that I could give you, any of this and more is possible. You shall never feel weak, alone or unwanted ever again. With our combined powers, all of civilization will flock to us. They'll never be able to take their eyes off of us! We will be the gods that they need, the gods that they've always wanted but never knew!"

Tears formed in Alice's eyes and she began to tremble. "I just... I don't know... this is all so much. It's overwhelming and I don't know what to do. I'm still not even sure if I'm awake or if I'm sleeping yet... but it all feels and sounds so real! I just don't know what to do..." She curled up into a ball and began to sob into her knees.

"Child... my child allow me to put to rest any ideas you have about this simply being a dream, and then allow me to tell you a little story that may decide your next step for you so as not to burden you so much." In the middle of the darkness appeared an even darker presence. It seemed to be that which the darkness radiated from, but it also appeared to be devouring the darkness as it passed. A shadowy limb separated from the mass and waved beside it. In it's wake an opening appeared in the darkness, and a bright light shined through.

Alice raised her arms against the bright light which had so suddenly appeared in front of her and rose up from her position. She made her way over to the opening, shielding her eyes from the majority of it. She glanced up at the shadowy figure for a moment, to which it replied by gesturing her towards the opening. She poked her head through the hole and opened her eyes to the scene. It was the real world - but time had been frozen in the middle of the action.

The barriers surrounding her room that Cosma had put up were in the process of breaking, one of the titanous manifestations of darkness were floating in mid-air, slumped over the dissipating barriers and causing it to crack under the pressure of their massive size. Sophia was standing outside of the doorway with her arm stretched out through an opening in the barrier that covered it, gun in hand and leveled at Cosma. Jeb was in the middle of attempting to cut open a path with his sword and a black dagger jammed into the barrier while Marzia stood on top of the barrier, clawing and pounding away at it with her bare fists and with an intense bloodlust in her eyes.

Alice pulled her head back through the opening and the shadowy figure closed it shut behind her. "What... was that?" She turned to face the shadowy figure.

"That my child, was the outside world. As of the moment of your awakening to my voice, that is the point of which the battle was at between my failure of an apprentice and your friends."

"So you mean... Cosma was..."

"Cosma was a vessel that had failed to sustain my life force. However, she was salvaged and used to find a new vessel. She found you. And at first, I thought you unacceptable. However given time, I have found you to be much more resilient and fitting a body for me than I had once thought. Now let me ask you once more before I tell you my story and your fate is decided for you; will you join me?"

Alice looked to the shadowy figure and then down at herself. She mulled over the question for a moment and thought of all the things that she could do if she had the power he was offering. "Tell me your story first.... and then I'll decide."

"As you wish my child. Though, to begin on this story means that you have already made the choice to join me."

Alice nodded. "I'd like to hear it anyways Mr....?"

"Vereryl. The name I was given when I was first awakened was Vereryl, and now it shall be our name together."
 

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Hitting the road, and hopefully the mark




Spider's Hollow: not really much to look at, not really much to do there, but oh the people you'll meet! No better place to get a stiff drink in a dirty glass, sit in a rickety chair, and listen to whatever wild stories the various folks passing through feel like sharing. It was for these wonderful accommodations that a certain man could often be found in a dark corner of the town's bar, leaning back with his feet kicked up on a table and pretending to doze while he took in every interesting tidbit loose lips released into the air. It was on such a day that a table crashing to the floor accompanied numerous gasps when everyone turned to see what all the commotion was about. A woman stood at the entrance by the upended table looking none too happy. She stomped through the bar, flaxen hair sparkling like the sun even in the building's dim lighting and shoved aside anyone who dared stand in her way. Her graceful movements and supple, curvaceous body were utterly antithetic to her attitude and the strength with which she asserted she was in no mood for words.

She stopped her rampage right in front of the table in the establishment's darkest corner and put her hands on her hips as she glared at the man leaning back, she knew right away that his closed eyes were just a ruse. "Well? What have you got to say to yourself you lazy, good-for-nothing tramp!?"

There was a moment of tense silence, all eyes wide and on the pair, before the man replied without so much as tilting his wide-brimmed hat upwards. "Nothin' at all darlin', just enjoying a bit of rest and relaxation. Why? You lookin' to give me something a bit more fun to occupy my time with?"

The woman stomped the ground once more and took two steps around the table to lean in closer, her sweet aroma reminding the man of fresh peaches and other long-since-forgotten pleasantries. "You look me in the eye when I'm speaking to you if you know what's good for you 'Kelly'." She practically spat out the last word, filling the mockery with as much venom as possible. "You've been lazing about long enough, it's time you get out there and do some real work! Get your backside up and make a name for yourself before the world passes you by!"

The man didn't react at all besides a slight twinge of his lips. This was all too familiar, and he had no patience for where it was going. "Listen sweetheart, unless I put a ring on your finger after a little too much hair-of-the-dog for even my rugged sensibilities, you're not in much position to be orderin' me around."

That was the last straw. "Oh I'll order you around after all the time you've spent wasting away in this den of trash, you owe me at least that much. Now get off your ass!" Before the man had any chance to react the front legs of his chair were kicked upward with amazing strength, flipping it away from him and giving him one single moment to spy his assailant's amethyst eyes glittering with indignant fury, and the small beauty mark just under the left side of her carnation-pink lips before the back of his head met the ground and he saw no more.

The blessed silence lasted only a moment, however, before Kelmorr's eyes shot open to be greeted by a perfect view of his room's ceiling. He rubbed the sore spot on his head and rolled off of the chair so it couldn't dig into his back anymore, then stood and righted the seat with him. He scanned the room to make sure he hadn't knocked over anything else when he fell, then patted his hips to make sure the Peacekeepers were still there. That was one hell of a dream...but you're right Winny, just like always. It's time I get to work, you at least deserve that much. Kelmorr's eyes softened at the sight of the rifle and he picked it up, caressing it affectionately once before slinging it across his back and gathering his other possessions. The dream had filled him with a renewed sense of purpose, and as he left the boardhouse he felt more sure of himself than he had in years.

Visiting the bounty office went just as Kelmorr had expected, no one paid him any mind, after all he was just another man in a duster and a hat looking to make some quick cash with vigilante justice. A smile graced the man's visage as he perused the postings on the bounty board outside of the small building. He tapped one of the posters with a finger and pulled it off of the board despite knowing full well they were meant to be left alone and another would just be put up in it's place, then strolled over and solidly rapped Janet's door several times.

When the peephole slid open the wanted poster was simply held in front of it while Kelmorr patiently waited for all the locks and bolts on the door to be undone. As soon as the door opened he thrust the poster at Janet and turned away as if he was already done, throwing his words behind him while he started to walk away. "Make sure to let anyone else who comes in know that gal's taken."

Janet's face scrunched up in annoyance and she called after the man, her irritation showing clearly in her voice. "Don't be so hasty, just what do you think you're doing?"

Kelmorr turned back to the retired bounty hunter, defiantly-confident smile still plastered on his face. "Gettin' back on the horse, goin' after a nice meaty bounty."

A roll of the eyes and a disappointed huff were all the man's claim earned him at first. "So after months of lazing about you're going to go straight for the biggest regular bounty on the board?"

"I reckon so ma'am."

"That's moronic, but I suppose you don't have many options left considering how many were claimed while you were getting fat." The older woman said dully. "By the way, you can't lay claim to a bounty you haven't actually brought in and claimed, if anybody wants to try and beat you to the punch, they will. And don't call me ma'am, I'm not your mother."

"Understood, miss Janet."

Janet shrugged. "Still, you're more than welcome to go after whoever you want, but don't expect to be the only one chasing after her."

Kel waved over his shoulder at the elder hunter and began to walk towards the town's stables once again. "Much obliged miss, I'll probably see ya a bit later."



 
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Ice1

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Emmett Holliday
Status - Outlaw - Tour Guide - Well dressed
Sorcery Level - 2
Element - Water
Bounty - 2000$



The Unholy Trinity Pt. 1: The Liar

Ariel was meant to be Ezekiel's caretaker as long as he was ill, but she felt like she messed up today. In all the confusion and madness, she ran outside, trying to assist with calming down the mob, leaving Ezekiel alone. While she was working crowd control, someone had slipped into Ezekiel's room. The bed the preacher slept in had dust on it, the curtain at the back was torn, and there were small holes all over the floor. Most surprising of all, were the burns on Ezekiel. Someone had started to heal them. Not that it mattered now. Ezekiel's wounds were healed, his burn marks completely gone. Ariel herself, however, was less fortunate. Her throat was blue and yellow, as her corpse decorated the ground.

Ezekiel kneeled down next to Ariel's lifeless body, and closed her eyes.
"Rest in peace, sister Ariel," he said, "I won't let your death go unavenged." He drew a cross on her forehead, over the inscription that was branded on her.

Tell no one, leave through the backdoor, it read. The letters were not written onto her, nor were they burned into her skin, it seemed that the black letters were just part of Ariel's skin. Ezekiel recognized the method. The spell used to create the writing was one that he recognized from years back. Natasha Miller was a mentally unstable girl, which had created a spell so vile the church decided to lock her away. Typically you'd take away someone's spell book, but they were afraid Natasha's victims could not be saved anymore after they took away hers.

What was more frightening about the situation, was the fact that he woke up in perfect condition. After meeting with Emmett an hour or two before, his injuries were healed slightly, but he knew there were barely any healers so strong they could nurse him back to perfect health that quickly. The implications of this were something he didn't like to think about. He felt guilty for the evil he had brought on Agnes. He clenched his fist, as he tried to think of the injustice that had befallen the girl because of him.

There was no back there, or any official exit to speak off at the backside, so Ezekiel decided to carefully smash the window. It was still rowdy outside, as it had been since yesterday, so the sound seemed to go unnoticed. He quickly and gracefully jumped out the window, and started to walk between the houses. He tried to avoid the bigger roads of Fairbell. While he wasn't dressed as usual, he was still a familiar appearance, and he would quickly be recognized.

Natasha seemed to have predicted Ezekiel's behavior. Engravings on the walls pointed Ezekiel to his destination. 'Six houses left', the first wall said, and indeed, six houses later there was more writing. 'Cross the street'.

As the priest continued his walk through Fairbell, he seemed to notice a silhouette in the corner of his eye. However, as soon as he would turn his head, it seemed to have disappeared. Natasha did not have a spell to create mirages the last they met, he was sure of that, so unless she became stronger in her prison, she wasn't the one responsible. Could head trauma be messing with him?

As he continued, the silhouette seemed to stay around a bit longer. Ezekiel was almost expecting to see a poncho, but he it seemed to be a figure in a bowler hat, with great stature. As soon as Ezekiel tried to inspect the details, the figure seemed to disappear. No flash, no sound, just one second there, and then not there anymore. It seemed to meet the blinking of an adversary of his.

When he reached the end of town, he found the words "We'll come to you" inscribed unto the ground. There was no sign of Natasha anywhere, or even something to signify she would be able to find him.
"I do not feel like playing games," Ezekiel said to himself.

"Do you need directions," a familiar voice said, and Ezekiel turned his head. A man, or more of a boy if he was being honest, was standing on a rooftop. Dressed in a brown suit, with a bowler hat. Even with the glasses and hat, Ezekiel could still recognize Emmett. The priests hand started to glow red, as he prepared for a spell Emmett should be familiar with.

"Emmett, scourge of Fairbell, nice to meet you," the boy said, and he took a bow. The grin on Emmett's face

"I can contain you in a second, Emmett, do not try to play games with me," Ezekiel said. "I'm sick and tired of you at this point."

"Oh, and you'll be sicker and tired-ur, tirer, tired-er… Well, you'll be more sick and more tired of me tomorrow, old friend," Emmett said.

Ezekiel sighed, "You've given me a very tiring week to deal with, boy." The priest raised his hand, but quickly realized that summoning one of his spells would immediately signal the town that he had left the safe house.

Emmett blinked away, and reappeared on the rooftop on Ezekiel's left side. "Has it only been a week? I feel like we've known each other for months now. Just shows how quickly friendships grow." Emmett took of his glasses, or glass-less rather, grabbed a handkerchief, put his fingers through the frame and rubbed them together, as if he were cleaning them. "But, I'm not here to remember the good old days, I'm here to play. First off, I know you can't use those fancy angels of yours without signaling the whole town that you're here, and I know Legion doesn't want that. And then, secondly, I know where Legion is," Emmett put the glasses on again, albeit upside down.

Ezekiel scratched his head. "I honestly feel like breaking you and leaving you here, but I'll let the Holy Ghost be my conscience, and he tells me to prioritize dear Agnes. We'll just reschedule your punishment." He clenched his fist at the thought of letting the pest go now, but the sooner he could confront Natasha about Agnes, the better. "I'll give you fifteen minutes to bring me to Natasha, and-"

"Natasha?" Emmett sounded confused.

"Legion," Ezekiel said, "I've been over this yesterday."

"Oh, yeah, I remember now. Buuuut, anyway," Emmett blinked onto the ground, "follow me!"

Emmett walked with a little happy skip, and hummed a vaguely familiar tune.




Emmett was filled with glee. Not only did he look a-ma-zing, he also had strung Zekey on a string, making the powerful priest follow him like a little dog.

"Are you planning to grump the whole route, or can we do some actual socializing?" Emmett asked. "Tell me about your parents, your siblings, your pet-iguana, everything's fine." A loud sigh came from the boy. "Man, you start boring me within minutes. I guess it was a good thing or previous meeting were like, just a couple of minutes."

"There's no reason for me to talk to you. You can act like it's anything different, but I despise this."

"Okay, okay, grumpy. You bore," Emmett turned around, and started walking backwards. "Wanna hear what happened to Agnes?"

"No."

"Okay, because you asked so nicely. So, you know, I was carrying her around, and we came across this shack, and there there was this girl and-"

Ezekiel shot forward, and grabbed Emmett's face. His hand burned unto Emmett's forehead, and a familiar, unpleasant sensation ran through him.

"I shouldn't even have given you ten minutes without that mark. Sadly, it won't shut you up, but I'm willing to do real harm if you don't shut up now."

Emmett giggled, "You know, it's a funny thing. This mark of yours is the whole reason I created my latest spell." His eyes started to glow bright blue, and ice started to form on his forehead, shaping itself into two big horns. He lowered his voice, and said: "I'm what happens when hell freezes over!" He started giggling again.

"Just goes to show, it's all your fault. This whole situation really," Emmett waited for a second, but Ezekiel did not seem to react. "Also, I don't remember if I told you earlier, but Agnes is out of Jesus juice. Her healy powers seem to have stopped working. So, well, even if you get her back, which I'll make sure you don-" Emmett screamed, and his horns shattered as the pain of Ezekiel's spell surged through his body. A red cross appeared on his forehead, after having been absent for over a week. "Ow, I didn't know even preparing a kidnapping was a sin. I should really read that bible sometimes. Well, anyway, if you get her back, she's still broken."

Ezekiel walked along without reacting at all. A thousand yard stare signified he had tuned out Emmett completely. Even the pain he inflicted with his spell seemed to go unnoticed.

"Oh, great, mister hand of god stopped listening."

Luckily for Emmett, he saw their destination from here. A big rock was clearly visible, and if Emmett squeezed his eyelid together, he could vaguely make out the shape of a girl lying on it. He turned around and threw his bowler hat towards Ezekiel, which hit him on the nose. Close enough, Emmett thought, and he blinked away towards the rock.

He saw Ezekiel started to run with his almost inhuman speed. Atop the rock, Legion went from laying to sitting, and waved towards the nearing travelers.

Emmett sat down against the big rock, and pretended to push a hat before his eyes, as he closed his eyes.

"I would lo-o-ve to help Zekey, but hey," he lifted his imaginary hat, and tapped his forehead, "I'm not really in a state to attack."

"Oh, we don't wanna fight. We just want to talk before we take our leave," Legion said, "and we don't want you to interrupt, Emmett."

With those words the world blackened for Emmett's eyes. He could still see Legion and Ezekiel, but their location seemed to be completely engulfed with shadows. Although maybe it was better to say that the world had disappeared around them. He could see underneath Legion, as if the rock she was sitting on was non-existent. At what probably was the back of the rock, there seemed to be glowing writing. Emmett couldn't make it out completely, but it seemed to just be the word 'Ezekiel' written over and over again.

"You're early," Legion said. Her chains shook as she shifted her weight. "We were supposed to get you."

"My fault," Emmett said, "I was around, and I thought, hey, why don't I lead Zekey around."

Legion sighed, "You are supposed to shut up. We don't really appreciate your presence."

"Well, I'm here. Da da deal with it, girl," Emmett said. Legion slid off the rock, or the blackness that probably was the rock, and landed on Emmett's shoulders. She wrapped the chain around his neck, and pulled back, blocking off Emmett's air supply.

Emmett noticed he wasn't able to blink. While he could see distance between people, he could not actually see location, making it unable for him to blink.

"I-I'll sh- shut up," Emmett managed to push out. The grip around his neck seemed to only tighten, however.

"Natasha, let him go. I won't let you kill him," Ezekiel said. Emmett was surprised. This seemed to be an ideal situation for Zeke to get rid of him, but no, he was granted mercy.

"What do you want with me," the priest continued, "I don't recall me owing you anything."

The chains around Emmett loosened, and he snuck out. A couple of steps away seemed to be a safer distance, so long as he couldn't blink. He found himself thinking that no blinking really ruined the fun, especially combined with a no-sinning hex branded onto his forehead.

"We just," Legion stopped for a second, as she tried to find the right words. She sounded sad. "We just wanted to say goodbye."

"Agnes," Ezekiel mumbled. "It is because you took Agnes."

Emmett saw the priest connect dots, and he tried to guess which dots were being connected, but it yielded no results, except for the obvious connection between Agnes and Ezekiel.

"It was a weird process. It's been three hours now, and it's finally settling down. We only knew you as our captor, but we started to have mixed feelings. We- we saw you as a good man. We wanted to talk to you, but as we came closer, we felt a weird sensation, and we realized you're not a good man. Not at all," a tear streamed down Legion's face, as she struggled with her own, and Agnes emotions. Ezekiel too seemed to be shaken to the core. He did not cry, but his eyes did seem to get watery.

"I'm sorry, Agnes," he said. "I just hoped to restore faith. With people like him," he pointed to Emmett, "running around, people seemed to need it." He looked at the ground, unable to face Legion, and with that, Agnes. "Why did you heal me? You could talk to me back in Fairbell?"

"She healed you?" Emmett asked, "Since when can she do that? She had to patch me up with thread and needle!" Emmett started to slowly construct an understanding of the situation, but it seemed go slowly.

His remark was ignored.

"Sentiment, we guess. We're giving you a second chance. This goodbye is our last meeting. But, it's weird for us. We're merely one of your tools now, we realized that."

Ezekiel took a deep breath, and looked up towards the sky. Emmett wondered if he was still able to see his surroundings, or if Legion had semi-blinded him as well.

"Give me Agnes back, Natasha, and I'll let you get away without trouble. The girl's what important to me now."

Legion shook her head, "We're sorry, Ezekiel, you'll just use her for propagating your fake prophet. And, we like her. She's like us. Together the world is less threatening."

Ezekiel needed less than a second to grab Legion, and his hand started to burn up. Emmett recognized it as him burning his mark of no sinning on her, but before the mark could take effect, Ezekiel started to twitch. His arm started to glow, as writing appeared on it. In a perfect, beautiful handwriting, 'Liar' appeared on his arm. He let go of Legion, and it seemed his mark had let her go.

"And we were thinking we would keep this clean," Legion said. She ran towards Ezekiel, and took full swing towards him. The priest dodged, and her swing went too far. The chains connecting her hips to her arms swung against her side, and Emmett could hear the ribs break. For a second the girl seemed phased, but there seemed to emanate a glow from under her shirt, and she continued with no signs of pain or injury.

"All thanks to you, Ezekiel," she said.

 
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