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Post by Tenjou, Utena on Dec 19, 2012 12:27:23 GMT -6
The world was conspiring against her. How else could you explain coming out of one of the greatest battles for this world's survival, only to be betrayed by your best friend and then come down with painful boils all across your body? Coughing and wheezing as she could barely breathe, dragging her feet across the street while looking up to the green acid rain clouds above. Utena didn't know what was going on, the only thing she knew for sure was that she needed to get to the hospital. Pressing a hand up against the wall of the buildings she passed, Utena saw some people up ahead arguing over something. Coming up behind Dracula, Utena held up a hand to her mouth to cover the coughing before speaking.
"Excuse me... Do either of you know where I can find the nearest hospital?"
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Post by Ayen on Dec 20, 2012 22:47:46 GMT -6
"Yeah? You ever floss those things?"
“I fail to see how my flossing is relevant.”
Maricul replied as she folded her arms.
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Post by Integra Hellsing on Dec 21, 2012 3:23:56 GMT -6
"As is it to impose yourself on another... Kill me or step aside, either way I am not staying here." Integra felt the seal upon her eye burn but didn't acknowledge the pain the same way she didn't acknowledge the pain coming from the plague itself. "Saephara, take me home."
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Post by Saephara on Dec 21, 2012 6:45:53 GMT -6
As soon as the words were spoken, Saephara began to step forward. "Yes, Sir Integra." Each step brought her closer to the three that blocked their way. From underneath her coat she pulled out a collapsed bow. It was a beautiful piece that was black with a light blue middle. She had purchased it in a small town on the way to Hallowton. Sae ached to test it out after she had makes her...alterations. Stretching the ends out to their full 5 foot length, one would notice there was no string from which to hold an arrows end at. "Now, I am going to ask you one last time to leave. Either way, the three of us are going to walk past you without any trouble. If you do attempt to harm any one of us or follow us in any manner, things will end badly for you, Dracula." She spat the man's name out, a look of scrutiny upon her face. How dare he accuse she of being rude when he was the one that was interrogating Sir Integra Hellsing of her actions and blocking their path? It was unforgivable. Sae brought one end of the bow up to her eye-level and tapped it with her right index finger, then trailed it through the air to tap on the other end of the long length. She had strung herself a string of her own energy, fortifying it to withstand the pressure she would place upon if she needed to fire an arrow. Looking back up, she eyed the ones blocking her. To Integra she said, "Please, madam, right this way." To the others, she said, "If you would kindly move." Her voice had taken on a slightly different tone as she brought up the bow. Her chest felt as though there were a heavy weight upon it but in the state she was in, she hardly felt the pressure. You wish to protect this new woman and demon? [/i][/center] It was the voice she had heard before. She closed her eyes briefly and fell into her self-conscious, looking to see...another her. The face she saw was the same as she, but the eyes...they had changed color from the purple from before slightly to include a tinge of red. Yes. This woman is my new employer and I am in charge of her safety. There is a feeling I have that I must do so.[/i] ....very well. I shall give more power to you. However...in return.... [/color][/i] The face disappeared, the last image having an amused look on her face. Sae returned to herself and opened her eyes to stare the others down again. She felt a throbbing now in place of the pressure and again, the ripping motion on her back. Nothing showed on her face, however the pain was immense. She felt herself grin and with a slight growl in her voice say, "Anytime today, humans and vampire." The voice was not her own...it was that of the other woman. She felt her right hand pull back on the string of her energy, manifesting an arrow of her angelic energy that was pointed right at Dracula. |
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Post by Xemnas on Dec 21, 2012 9:14:07 GMT -6
Vice & Versa How long had it been since they had last slept. Voluntarily it was over 50 years. Nightmares often plagued their minds in their sleep, reminding them of their greatest fear, loss of one another. They were practically one being, the death or separation of each other would be unbearable. They had slept without dreams that night, leaving them the impression that the real world was the nightmare. Upon awakening, they had found themselves in immense pain. Vice had gotten the worse of the disease, waking with several black boils across his arms and back. His skin had darkened to a darker shade of grey. It was cracked, scabbed, and bleeding dark, unappetizing blood in several places. Versa got up and picked him up, carrying him on her back. She had to be strong... like her brother was. The roles were switched. Vice had always been the protector, now it was her turn. She could feel wet tears falling on her shoulder as she carried him. He had a right to cry, for the pain he felt was unbearable. She knew, she understood. She couldn't cry, she had to be strong for her brother. Versa left Saephera's house into the dying city, grabbing her violin on the way out. The streets littered with dead and dying took her by surprise. How many were infected with this disease? It seemed everyone. Versa began to feel the slow symptoms of fear, but she chased it out of her when she began to run. She knew not where to go but she had to find someone to help. She ran as fast as she could, faster than the normal human. She passed a black hooded man as she went (Reven), her sorrowful yellow eyes tracking him as she ran. She didn't stop, nor could she. Stopping would mean death for her brother. Without her brother... she wouldn't know what would happen. He'd always been there for here no matter what the grim circumstance. She would not allow his brother to be defeated by a sudden disease! She smelt the air for the scent of anyone else alive, and had caught a hold on a feint trail.(She didnt trust Reven) She smiled and ran towards it. She was in the middle of a rather large group of people, several of which she recgognized without looking as vampires, and rather powerful ones at that. They were arguing. A woman was readying herself to attack one of the others! No.... this was too much... no. If a fight breaks out, who will help her brother? She had to stop this now. Versa looked around and placed her brother down beside a building, who responded with a slight grunt. She smiled slightly, knowing he was ok for now, but perhaps not much longer. She took out her violin and began to play. At first the song was directed to the arguing group, but then she began to play it for her sickly brother. She began to lose any care if they fought or not, with her mind focused only on her brother. She knew the others would hear it, but the reaction to the song was unpredictable. Music had power to change everything, she was hoping it would change everything for the better now. As she played, her own skin began to gray and crack as well. It would begin to be painful to play her song.
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Post by sebastian on Dec 21, 2012 15:41:31 GMT -6
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[/center] They were preparing to move, and he proceeded to follow both Integra and the Angel not far behind. He knew he didn't look like much of a threat; with torn garments, covered in blood and numerous injuries which varied from superficial to something that would kill a human. However, he continued to walk straight-backed, and his arms hung loosely by his sides. Every single person present would both see and feel that he was far from finished. Slave or not, he was still contracted to Sir Integra; and not one vile creature would lay hand on her. He had been stripped of his title and status, he had been weakened and wounded both physically and mentally, but he was still a goddamn demon. And he wasn't going to fall so easily, no matter how much more humiliation his master would put him through. Those crimson hued eyes would once again flicker to the fuschia, cold and daring Dracula to cause problems. If a battle ensued, he would be the one to engage the vampire. Much as he hated it, it was the Angel's job now to remain by Integra's side, to be the one to kick over the chessboard if the game started to go bad for Integra. But he wouldn't allow any need for the chessboard to be flipped. He had always known that he would one day die in the service of a human, that he would fade out of existence due to his willingness to walk among them. And if it was Integra whom he ended up dying for, well then... There was no one he would have preferred his final master to be; that was the main thought in his head. Besides... Weakened as he was, he would still be quite a challenge for someone like Dracula to take down. Dying wasn't an option, he had a contract to fulfill. The demon would retain his eerie sense of calm and serenity upon outer appearance, though those eyes... With the slit cat-like pupils floating on the ever-shifting light-colored irises... There was a very real threat there, and it was directed at Dracula. He would raise his gloveless right hand to his face and licked some of his blood from the strangely pale skin, black nails standing out harshly as that sadistic smile returned; no effort was made to conceal his own fangs. The cold gaze continued to gleam with his silent challenge to Dracula, daring him to make a single hostile move toward Sir Integra.  There was a newcomer behind Dracula now, also infected with his Plague and requesting directions to a hospital. Pitiful creatures... Beings who couldn't withstand mere bacteria. He paid no more attention to her, simply kept those fiercely blazing eyes upon Dracula. Fearless, voracious, vicious... It was the look of a predator, a starved predator who knew he would take down his target if engaged in combat. But of course, his eyes would be drawn to that bow which the Angel brought forth, and a quiet laugh rumbled in his throat. Perhaps she would be of some use in protecting Integra. But that didn't make him any more fond of her. He didn't trust her, and that was it. She was an Angel, and her scent changed along with her voice. She smelled... Less pure, less holy... It was a point of great interest to him. Perhaps he'd find a way to discuss things with her once this had all passed. If what he thought was happening right now was correct, and he normally was in these situations, then he might just be able to get along OK with this angel; she would certainly be more tolerable... Then there was music, music from a violin? He had often played the violin in his service to his former master, but it had been a while since he'd taken up that instrument again. Whoever was playing it wasn't too bad, but not nearly as good as he might have hoped. He shrugged off that music, no interested in it at all. His predatory glare would lock on Dracula again as he stood behind the Angel and his master, retaining a respectful distance. But he was itching to spring into battle, he longed to tear this foolish vampire apart... But no... The creature still had a chance to back off, and he was facing that Angel's weapon. If Dracula became violent, then he would place himself between both the Angel and his master, and engage the creature directly. The mere thought of fighting with him made those maliciously gleaming eyes seem to glow in the semi-darkness cast by the acid-rain carrying clouds above. But until a hostile move was made, he would remain that "tame" demon who stood silently behind the most dangerous woman alive.  [/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote]________________________________ In the [stillness] of the shining skyis your [ home] of return Beyond the [darkness[/color]][/size]
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[/size][/justify] Where the [moon sinks[/color]][/size] is a narrow [path[/color]] that leads you[/size] Muse ► Decent Tags ► Integra, Dracula, Sae, Vice/Versa, Utena Notes ► Bi-polar much, Seb? You can't decide what to think or do. XD Music ► Si Deus Me Relinquit Credits ► Aurion!
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Post by Adelina on Dec 22, 2012 3:11:33 GMT -6
The man now laid with his chest cut open. Dead. Bane put down the saw and began wiping off the blood from his gloves as two more of his men came in with a scared expression on their face. But the vampiress who had just come knocking was someone that could not be kept waiting for long and since they didn't want to be given a bad review from their boss' boss they spoke up. "B-Bane. Adelina is here and she wishes to see you." Bane wasn't surprised by the news, turning around to face the two henchmen Bane finished cleaning himself up and picked up the corpse. Dropping it in a nearby body bag and covering it up for dumping later. "Bring her in."Adelina entered the room Bane was working in, her eyes glancing over to the coprse with his chest cut open before looking back at Bane. The fresh smell of blood caused her nose to winkle and nostrils to flare as she craved blood but couldn't drink it because of the plague. "Do you have any idea what's going on?" |
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Post by Dracula on Dec 23, 2012 3:26:35 GMT -6
"You would attack a sick man in broad daylight for criticism?"
An amused smile flashed across his plagued face as he continued:
"I guess I shouldn't expect anything less from a holy monster of God. Put down your weapon I mean no harm to Sir Integra or the Hellsing Organization. I merely wish the same thing as I no doubt you do. To find out the cause of this plague and why it's infecting even individuals such as myself."
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Post by Saephara on Dec 23, 2012 4:24:39 GMT -6
Saephara was helpless inside of her body, trapped in a maze from which she could not escape. It was riddled with complex hallways, twists and turns as Saephara attempted to find her way out. This is impossible. Hello?! Can you hear me? What is it you want? Who are you!?[/i] She turned another corner and came across a door that was inscribed with the seal that laid on her chest along with additional symbols she did not know of. Tentatively, she reached out for the door and pushed it open to reveal a dark-haired, full bodied version of herself laying along a chaise. Sae approached slowly and asked softly again, Who are you?[/i] It was then that the woman looked up and glanced towards her with those dark purple eyes. She looked to be in a sorrowful and angry state. Her left arm and leg were completely encased by shackles and chains that led to the stone floor. The other woman's voice cut through the air clearly as she responded, I am you, Saephara. You do not know what you are. Your mother...no, our mother...locked me away when you were young so that you would not have access to me. ...do you feel empty at times? Alone? You can blame our parents.[/i] The dark-haired Saephara approached the white-haired one as close as she could before stopping. She lifted one hand to touch the shocked Saephara's face and simply stated, You...are a fallen angel, Saephara. They sealed your darker abilities with a demon seal so I cannot be released except by either another angel...or a demon. I wish to be free, to join with you. You will never be alone. We will be one. You will gain my abilities and power and me? I will see the world once more through your eyes. I will teach you everything.
"Clearly, you didn't understand what my new master has said, so I will say it again. She is not staying here, so either kill us or move. Personally, I would like it if you moved. I wouldn't have to waste anymore energy on you than I have already," sneered Saephara in the alley. She released her hold on her arrow and let it soar through the air. The angelic arrow flew past the left side of Dracula's face, barely brushing past his left ear. She tsked and muttered to herself while lowering her bow. She held up one finger and said,"One moment please. I hate how these clothes restrict me. Good thing she wore this under her shirt." She set her bow to rest along the side of the alley and she pulled her coat off, throwing it to the side and revealing her curvaceous but athletic body figure. She turned her head to look at Sebastian and grinned as she pulled the tank top over her head. Underneath was a black low-backed corset that allowed free movement of her arms and shoulders. On her chest shown prominently was her black seal, spread across the mounds of her breasts and up to her collarbone. She stretched for a moment before taking up her bow again and looked at Dracula again.
It was then that the music that was playing was acknowledged by Saephara and she turned to see a little girl playing a violin, another figure slumped against the wall. It was a lovely, sorrowful sound but it seemed calm her from her rising anger. She turned to walk towards Dracula again, "As for the cure, the Hellsing Organization is working on it. There is no reason for you to get involved. If you continue to have this deep-seated desire to assist, do it in your own way. Perhaps the hospital. But we shall be leaving." She brought up her bow to block Dracula from any moves. She could sense that Sebastian was on edge as well. This may yet turn into an interesting ordeal.
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Post by Queen Lori on Dec 23, 2012 23:24:56 GMT -6
For a moment, Sparda seemed to be entertaining the thought of a quiet laugh in spite of his condition. He'd have been quite amused under any other circumstances. But when Lori posed her question, his face fell somewhat. Right back to business - of course.
"I won't lie, it's grim. The death toll will be unclear while we're still running damage control. Until then I've directed main efforts towards containment. So far, no one has been found who hasn't been infected, but rates of progression vary from person to person; it's especially slow in the young. The healthiest are quarantined as best as we're able."
He stepped further into the room, replacing the napkin in the breast pocket of his waistcoat. He didn't feel another sneeze coming on. He was aware there was something else they needed to discuss, with regard to investigating this mystery.
"Any leads yet?"
"Leads? You think somebody intentionally caused this plague?"
The thought hasn't crossed her mind but with everything that has happened so far would it be any surprise? If so then who? It was only then however that it occurred to the Queen that perhaps Sparda was referring to something else.
"If you mean the previous investigation the only lead we have is a man named Scarecrow."
Lori performed a simple hand gesture and straight away one of the nurses called a guard who handed Sparda a sketch drawn from the description given of the man in question.
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Post by Marvel Universe on Dec 24, 2012 4:00:24 GMT -6
"All right."
Tony stuck his hands into his pockets and looked Maricul in the eye.
"What's the supernatural aspect?"
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Post by sebastian on Dec 24, 2012 10:29:38 GMT -6
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[/center] Dracula had no idea how close he was to finding out what he wanted. The vampire was standing right before the cause of the Plague... If he learned that, then he would know why supernatural beings such as himself were affected. But somehow, he doubted Integra would admit her own slave had unleashed this plague. And Dracula was still being a persistent bastard and refusing to move aside. Whether he meant harm or not was irrelevant, he was still in the Sir Integra's way. Thus he would have to be moved by force if he lingered much longer. He was about to fall upon Dracula with all his vicious nature when the Angel proved to be a distraction. She had fired her arrow... And utterly missed... Protect and escort Sir Integra indeed... She could even aim her weapon properly. He was even more Reluctant to be leaving Integra in the hands of the Angel. But once again... Why the hell did he even care? Her soul was lost to him; if she died, what did it matter to him? Sir Integra was a powerful woman, capable of unbelievable feats. However, she was still... Just... A human... And he... He was a demon. Humans were inferior scum, humans were not worthy of his service or respect. In his contract, he was the one in control; he was the one pulling the strings. Sir Integra was no different. She had the means to kill him on the spot, a powerful ancient vampire which would simply laugh as he killed the weakened demon. And that was even more reason for him to walk away, to return to his wandering life as a demon, to feed himself. Was it truly fear which held him now? An emotion he had never experience before, a feeling which shouldn't exist for a demon. The Nightmare was still affecting him... And he was a carrier... But that didn't mean he couldn't fight against it. It was making him feel far too much like a human.  It was time he got it under control, and that he returned to be the powerful higher class demon that he was. Satan himself, many of his previous masters had said about him. This was his contract, Integra had placed no seal upon him as she had with Maricul. Even if she tried, it wouldn't have worked, not once she bore his own contract seal; which would counteract any alchemy she attempted to utilize to control him. He could have simply broken his bond to her right then, it was in his nature to desire to do so now. But then again... There would be repercussions upon himself if he ended it. Or would there...? He hadn't been affected when he went against the contract while under the Nightmare's induced insanity. He could break it safely... Couldn't he? Perhaps, perhaps not. The real question was if he was willing to risk it... And that was when the Angel distracted him yet again. She was... Undressing...? And the scent which flowed off her was changing yet again... It had a distinct evil to it, a darkness tainted her presence and aura... And he knew exactly what was happening to her. His hunch had been right, and this was all too familiar to him. An ancient memory perhaps? One he had lost countless years ago? He stepped around Integra, completely unaware of her for once, a deep and feral snarl ripping from his throat as he glared directly at the seal upon the Angel's chest; the fuschia hues alight with a mixture of madness, rage, distrust, and hate; yet there was also fascination and sadism. Even as he took another step toward her, the alleyway would soon be filled with a mass of fluttering black and beady black eyes. His crows were returning, engulfing the alleyway in darkness and soft feathers which would swirl around every person present. Without any warning, the light would suddenly return to the alleyway, the ground covered in discarded sleek black feathers. But everyone within the alleyway would notice immediately that something was missing... Both the demon butler and the strange Angel had vanished, disappeared along with the clouds of shadow. This was an instinctive action for the Crow Demon, and any commands from Integra would go unheard. She was the demon's master, but she had no say or control over the tradition and instinct which came from demon and angel rivalry and differences. The absence of the pair would persist for about an hour, though in reality... It would be little more than a minute. There would be enough time for those in the alleyway to question and try to work out what had happened, but that was it. The missing pair would return by the time a minute was up.  _____________________________________________________________________Saephara would find herself standing once again in the same room she had only just visualized, though she was now physically present in that "dream." Standing before her, she would see that other form of herself, that darker form; still shackled and bound. But this time, standing next to the darker Saephara; she would see the demon himself. He tilted his head slightly as he observed both versions of the Angel, and a cruel smile crossed his features. How fascinating this was... This would be the twelfth time he had gotten involved in an Angel's transformation, yet he was still intrigued by it all. But of course... When an angel was to become fallen, the nearest demon would feel a powerful desire to be the one to cause the change. That longing came simply from the hatred demons felt toward angels. A demon would much rather be in the presence of a fallen angel, which was not much different from a demon itself, than a pure angel. At least... That was what it was like for his kind, but he was a very different demon from others.
Normally, once both the angel and demon had appeared in this area, there would be a duel to the death. That occurred because very few angels actually wanted to become fallen. If the angel won that duel, it would remain pure and no longer be in danger of losing itself; due to the killing of the demon. However, if the demon won, then the angel would either be killed or transformed; depending on what the victorious demon desired. But that wouldn't be the case here... The Crow Demon couldn't care less if she existed as a normal angel or fallen, he had only brought her here because he was obligated to do so by what he was. But he had no desire to kill this angel; she served his master, it would be a real waste if she died here. So there would be no death battle this time, as there had been in the previous eleven encounters with transformation. She would simply be presented with options, and then he would act in accordance with what she chose. He cast a sideways glance at the darker form of Saephara, nose twitching. Fallen or not, he still disliked the smell of angels...
The demon's voice would echo through the shadows as he turned those fuschia eyes back on the angel he had brought here; cold and threatening, yet concerned and full of a warning to caution her. "Welcome, Saephara. I'm sure you know why you and I have been brought here. But for the sake of simplicity, and due to both of us being in a bit of a rush to return; let's get this done quickly..." He inclined his head toward the darker form of Saephara, before speaking again. "Make your choice. I can assure you that your life is in no danger either way, I have no desire to soil myself with angelic blood at this moment. Will you remain as you are, alone and weak; or will you take the path of the Fallen, and gain company and power along the way? Should you chose the latter, I will be the one to break your seal." He smiled in amusement at that, fangs gleaming in the darkness. "How knows? Perhaps the blood of my kind will grant you further power; making you different from other fallen angels." [/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote]________________________________ In the [stillness] of the shining skyis your [ home] of return Beyond the [darkness[/color]][/size]
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Post by Ashley on Dec 24, 2012 18:59:00 GMT -6
"Hey, you okay?"
Ranma leaped over to Utena's side and looked her over, bringing up his hand and pointing his thumb to the east.
"The hospital is this way. I'll show you."
Before he could go any further his eyes were brought over to Saephara as she fired an arrow at the man with the hat and cane.
"Hey! What are you doing throwing arrows at people?"
This place was weird. When they weren't chasing you back and forth with armed guards they were firing arrows at you. But that wasn't even the weirdest thing to happen. After that both Saephara and Sebastian would vanish. Something wasn't right here.
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Post by Integra Hellsing on Dec 24, 2012 23:42:03 GMT -6
Integra's glasses reflected the dim streetlight in the shadow of the alley. She was processing every conversation meticulously, not missing a word. Her cigar smoked faintly at the edge of her mouth and she looked at Saephara - not missing the sudden shift in her attitude. Finally just when she thought the situation couldn't get anymore complicated her slave suddenly rid himself of her leash and vanished alongside the angel. Integra remained silent for a long moment before finally bringing up a hand to the cigar and inhaled deeply.
She was not having a good day.
The Hendi Winzermans stood between her fingers steadily. Whatever had happened to Sebastian, even the mark in her eye had stopped throbbing. She had to consider him gone for the time being, though she would be certain to appropriately keep him in chains upon his return. The succession of his breach of her orders could not stand - and she would make certain of making an example of him. She ignored Ranma and looked at the Count. Integra took in the detail of the man she knew - in fact - all but too well. A fact that was perhaps ironically lost by her interlocutor. A fact she would use to her advantage if need be. Still his question stood, and it was not difficult to see what he was about to be getting at. One thing bothered her however...
''What do you want from me?''
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Post by Saephara on Dec 25, 2012 4:57:20 GMT -6
It was within the blink of an eye that Saephara could tell her physical body was no longer in the alley with the group. Instead, she had been brought into this desolate room that she had spoken to her darker side in. And now? Sebastian had found a way to join them. He stood proper next to the dark-haired woman as he seemed to contemplate something. Is he really that powerful to enter another's subconscious and even pull their physical bodies in as well? She did not have time to linger upon the thought, however. Sebastian had begun to speak, his voice echoing throughout the barren room.
"Welcome, Saephara. I'm sure you know why you and I have been brought here. But for the sake of simplicity, and due to both of us being in a bit of a rush to return; let's get this done quickly..." He then tilted his head toward her darker self. "Make your choice. I can assure you that your life is in no danger either way, I have no desire to soil myself with angelic blood at this moment. Will you remain as you are, alone and weak; or will you take the path of the Fallen, and gain company and power along the way? Should you chose the latter, I will be the one to break your seal...Who knows? Perhaps the blood of my kind will grant you further power; making you different from other fallen angels."
Looking closer, she saw that his eyes had turned a peculiar color. They seemed to glow in the room as they looked to her for an answer. She was weak right now? She looked down at the ground. Yes, she was weak. If she had known of what she was and not had the seal...perhaps she could have saved her family. If this seal was broken, she would have the power to protect Sir Integra. She did not even know of any other angels like herself to ask any questions...what would the harm be in taking the darker path of her heritage? Besides, Sebastian has said he would be the one to bring her through the change that was certain to occur. He would not lead her astray, simply due to the fact that they both worked for Sir Integra and would not wish to anger her any further. Sae crossed the distance to stand in front of her darker self and placed a hand on the chained arm. "I will embrace you and accept you." Sae then turned to face Sebastian and looked up at him, tilting her head to do so. There was no turning back now. Once it was done, it was permanent. A seriousness set into her gaze as she simply demanded, "Do it, Sebastian. Break it and grant me power." From the corner of her eye, she could see her chained self grinning.
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