11:54:51 [Dannethion] Dannethion was content and happy. Despite the agitation of being summoned from Hell to attend a gathering that he originally thought was just going to be listening to the Leader's speak turned into something more...pathetic. It was simply a gathering for The Morrigan to show off her spoiled bratness by trying to kill off Delaney, which he had foiled when The Ash announced for someone to stand up for her innocence--Dannethion took a chance when he did. But she was a fellow Lust Demon. Now Delaney belonged to him. He was beginning to think that these creatures of this dimension only knew how to bicker and fight like a bunch of spoiled children. It was annoying him, and it was an insult to his status as an Arch-Daemon; in the future he will be less inclined to attend anything The Morrigan is running. Mandatory or not. Because he would likely feel it'd just be a waste of his time. Today, the Daemon was padding along the sidewalk of a random street in the city--just wandering. Wandering, thinking, planning. Of11:55:01 [Dannethion] course his illusion is back up now for the non-allied humans. He was beginning to wonder if Earth was even worth his time now. If he wanted intrigue he'd just stay in Hell and listen to the Devils of Plane Wrath argue with the Devils of Plane Greed.

12:02:50 JessicaG After the so-called meeting at the Triskilion manor, she was still in a state of shock and amazement. She saw creatures of the Fae! That was a dream comes true! She now walks the streets of Boston, looking at every people and now she can recognize that some of them were Fae! It was amazing! She saw their true form, she saw many kinds of creatures, she thought she even saw a unicorn but she couldn't catch her eyes on it. She finally took a seat at a bench, catching her breath and smiles to herself while still watching everything. She thought if that woman she met several times and had some deep connection to her is also a Fae.

12:07:31 [Dannethion] Dannethion stops in his wanderings as he glances upwards--noticing the female human from the evening prior. The one that seemed to have screamed when she saw him (which had amused the daemon to no end, such a heartless and sadistic bastard) and then apparently had an undying and endless curiosity of him. She now would be able to see the Arch-Daemon as he truly was, everyone else would still see him as a human. As he padded on over to where she was seated he went to sit down upon the sidewalk nearby her--though his illusion appeared to have sat down on the bench next to her. His illusions were extremely advanced creations--things no ordinary human could replicate without decades and decades of study, trial and error, and constant revisioning. But when you were as old as Dannethion, you had more than a few tricks up your sleeve; "You seem more composed than last night." he said to her.

12:15:12 JessicaG She continued to watch the people and Fae around, until she saw something coming towards her. It is the creature that at first scared her out of her wits, but than she realized where she was and what those creatures were. She than got very curious and started to ask the man beside her who kinda helps her figured out but with terrible insults. She saw Dann coming and sitting next to her on the sidewalk, she nods and smiles to him, "Oh yes….it was scary at first, but I than thought about it, and I figured it out….by the way, don't worry about me spilling the beans, I am not going to tell anyone, who'd believe me anyway?". She chuckles.

12:19:13 [Dannethion] Dannethion chuckles as she replies to him with that statement, "Likely, no one." and he glances aside at all of the humans wandering around. He didn't look at them like he looked at Jessica. He looked at them in a fashion similar to how a Lion looks upon a Gazelle--as prey. For to him, that is what they were. Prey. Whether emotional or literal. However, he had to be very select about which creatures he preys upon in this area--because his illusion vanished when he was eating something larger than human food. And the illusion didn't return until after they were ingested. Slowly he returns his gaze towards Jessica, "Things turned sour for your friend, quickly. The only reason she still lives is because of my intervention. An arrangement neither I, or she, is currently pleased about."

12:50:28 JessicaG Nods and smiles, she thought about what will happen if she tells it. She doesn't have many friends, and the people at college will laugh at her. Her family won't understand. She watches the daemon as he looked at the other humans, and got a bit of a chill. It seem like he was about to jump on someone, but it didn't happen. She shakes her head, smirking. She looked at Dann with widen eyes at his comment about her friend, "What? What happened to her?"

13:05:25 Torch sat on the bottom floor of his apartment complex, a small pile of cigarette butts laying next to his left boot. He was dressed for work this afternoon, a black t-shirt, dark red slacks, and a pair of black boots. His shirt had a flame emblem on the front, colored orange and red; it had led to his nickname at work. He took out another pack, opened it, and lit another cigarette as he got to his feet and willed himself to walk out into the city. Last night's events had left him feeling hollow and useless; he had to find something to get his motivation back. He made his way through the foggy streets, coming across a stray dog that immediately let out a yelp and ran away from his as fast as it could. This brought a ghost of a smile to his lips; animals could sense his true self, and wanted nothing to do with it.

13:11:09 [Dannethion] Dannethion shook his head as he glances aside and away from Jessica--eyeing the street for possible targets of becoming his next meal, humans were a prime target--but with them also came the chance of getting chided by the Clan Leaders attempting to 'Play God' as it were. So animals were looked at next--various ones. But any one of those animals could actually be fae in disguise. The daemon let out a growling sigh of exasperation. These bloody rules and regulations were making his life a living Hell (no pun intended), perhaps that's why he decided to not choose a clan--because that would mean having to adhere to a set list of rules and regulations. And as we all know, Daemons are the exact epitome of 'Screw the rules, I'm going to cause some chaos!'. Then he glances back towards Jessica, "You can ask her when you next see her."

13:16:22 JessicaG Looks at the creature with a worry look, she nods to his answer. "I hope I could see her again soon….You did say you two have some arrangement between you two. What is it?" She than figured out another thing, she didn't know if he would answer this but she wanted to be polite. "By the way….I don't know your name, may I ask what is it?". She gave a very polite smile towards him.


13:19:34 [Evelynne] Ah, poor Torch was about to be in for a surprise. Little Evelynne remembered the way back to his apartment and wasn't really so little anymore! Another clawdragon had emerged..The form she carried now was about 6'5 in height, had two sets of claws on her back, three tails, five eyes of red, and some of the silkiest almost tie died black and red fur one would ever see. Smartly, Evelynne kept her distance away from torch by about 15 feet and to his right and sat down. A soft huff with a familiar voice would carry down the street to catch his attention. A faint signature of lust would trickle off of her but it wasn't something that would demand attention. Truth be told, she'd liked Torch anyway, which was why she'd come back!

13:23:49 [Dannethion] Dannethion shakes his head, "Such things as that are best discussed in private and not out in the open. There is a reason why I dislike coming to this...place, and the main reason happens to be because I find these games of intrigue your...kind...like to play upon each other are complete and utter wastes of time." and then the name asked for, "I have two names. All those of the Lower Areas have as such--you will only ever be given the one I have on a public basis, as will everyone, the name you will know is Dannethion." he could sense Evelynne's presence suddenly--and the light lustful pheromone she was broadcasting. He hoped she kept it under control, as he didn't need to have another Delaney to have to look after!

13:27:49 Torch stopped in his tracks as he heard someone's voice; not only that, but he recognized the pull of lust from a demon, albeit faint. He took a long drag from his cigarette, exhaled, then turned around, seeing Eve. At least, it was Eve's voice he'd heard; this was clearly a clawdragon demon before him, although it was colored like none he'd seen prior. He remembered that Eve was a shifter, but why would she take this shape? He kept his human form intact, although the street was deserted, and the fog obscured vision of anything beyond twenty feet or so. As such, the fingertips of his right hand became points of white-hot fire. "Who are you?" He wasn't going to take chances.

13:31:32 JessicaG Listens to his words and shrugs, but nodded. "Yeah….I guess you're right, it is a private matter that need to be discuss in private…" She heard his name and smiles, "Than nice to meet you, Dannethion. My name is Jessica, but you probably know it already…." She thought about the woman-friend she has the connection with, "Can I ask you another thing? What is the name of my friend you have an arrangement now with?" That answer was keeping in her mind for the last two days now, and it was quite nudging her.

13:35:55 [Evelynne] She would of face palmed if she could of, knowing that he probably wouldn't be happy with her answer, however, she answered him all the same, "Evelynne." It was indeed her voice and she decided to give a showing of washing her paws all the same as a cat might being very careful to keep the saliva to a minimum. The feeling of lust would fade some but it was as far back as she could push it but there was still a faint trace of it. She remembered the days of being around the Devil, and some of what would of happened to her if she would of been caught in heat. Why had she? Some things were best asked outloud rather then assuming and accusing, yet, seeing Torch's uneasiness and tasting it, had her holding her ground and simply sitting there.

13:41:04 [Dannethion] Dannethion regarded this female human with curiosity and partial interest. Not many were polite with him unless they wanted something out of him--Galen, for instance, wanted him to train Delaney. He flexes his toes on the ground as he spreads his toes apart, letting the claws splay apart. He curls his tails against his side similar to a feline's posture when they were getting comfortable, "A pleasure to meet you as well, Jessica. And her name? Delaney. Why a creature of her standing would assume such a simple name is beyond my understanding, but it is likely what her parents gave her to let her fit in--apparently they lacked the foresight of what would happen when her powers became manifest." he turns his head around to glance around the area again. Boredom was etching it's way onto his features, and he wanted to go hunting--but the lack of viable 'safe' targets was causing his agitation to rise.

13:49:28 JessicaG Smiles to Dann again very politely, it was her character that she was kind and polite. She thought that even Fae creatures were different from humans and has certain powers, they still have feelings. She finally heard the name, Delaney, which wasn't familiar to where she met her but she guess it was a kind of magic she had that made her forgot. She was listening to what Dann was saying on her parents, but she didn't quite understand it. She looked at her watch suddenly and said, "Oh no….I've got a class to attend to…I am sorry, I need to go. Maybe I will meet Delaney afterwards, I really want to talk to her when she will have time….see you later!"

13:55:51 Torch extinguished the flames on his right hand, sighing. "I thought so, but I had to be sure. I have to admit, you look much cuter as a cat than a clawdragon. Why take that form? Not exactly subtle, especially during the day." He moved closer to her, glad to interact with someone he at least knew; at work later tonight he'd be busy throwing out undesireables and pretending to acknowledge the people he worked with. Only under the cover of night did he ever use his true form, and only then in places he knew were deserted.

14:00:59 [Dannethion] As Jessica got up and hurried away. The daemon watched her go, and then glances sideways. Spotting an old man, a homeless man, meandering into an alleyway. His lips curled upwards into a smile. He's just found his prey for the afternoon. As he turns to pad after the homeless man, he willed his illuison away in favor of an invisibility spell upon his form--so that nobody could see him. Someone is about to have a very, very bad day.

14:02:19 [Evelynne] "Only Fae will see me like this.", she said gently. For those that could see her that were not Fae, she hadn't changed one bit in looks aside from the fact that her eyes were almost a shade of purple instead of blue, she'd be wearing a silk pants suit, and spiked boots. "I'm learning with Dann..", was said slowly. "I needed to have a family again." She snagged her tails with her paw and washed them too. She was being as casual as she possibly could. Dannethion's annoyance was spreading to her and she took a deep breath to keep her stomach from growling. +You mean I have a minor advantage Dann? The non Fae do not smell of magic.+ She was humored as she would tease him without saying a word outloud. Whether or not her thought reached him, she still felt better for trying.

14:28:16 Torch crushed what was left of his cigarette as both of his hands curled into fists. Quick to anger, an eternal vice of those who came from the plane of Wrath. "Family, eh?" He chuckled mirthlessly, both of his hands now engulfed in fire. He picked up on Dann's annoyance in her mind and it fueled his power. "What does the arch-daemon teach? He'll have a little school if he keeps recruiting at this rate." His own anger was beginning to cloud his judgment, although he was aware enough to keep the flames around his hands instead of letting his whole body be immolated.

4:54:55 [BWRP] Loud booms of thunder crescendo overhead, echoing through the entire city, clashing with the stark, brilliant flashes of lightening that were fierce as they were powerful. A war of wills was occurring; a battle between Light and Dark as The Ash and The Morrigan bitterly pitted wills over the previous evenings fiasco. The Morrigan was firm in her stance that using a Meeting was the appropriate way to deal with the Drug issue that was plaguing the Fae. Making an excuse of the young succubus worked two fold - 1. If Del was the supplier, her death would put a stop to it. 2. If she wasn’t, her death would have been an example to the one who WAS doing it. Though was there something more behind The Morrigan’s actions? Why had she wanted Del out of the way without standing trial, without proof? Her reasons were just on some level but a little over the top? Was she trying to silence the succubus? The Ash was equally firm in his stance. Meetings were held to discuss Fae business. Fae issues. Fae problems. Not 14:55:01 [BWRP] problems. Not to kill or make examples of anyone. All Fae were innocent until proven Guilty in the eyes of the Light. Justice, truth, honor for all. Had The Ash not stepped in, there would be one less Succubus in the World but what purpose would Del’s death truly serve. The King was well aware that Dannethion would stand forward when he decreed that someone should stand for Del, knowing the elder Lust Deamon would not allow one of his own to be slaughtered in such a way. However, The Ash was surprised when his own son, Galen had stepped forward to claim Delaney, openly in front of everyone. Was his son perhaps shifting to the Light? Or did Galen have ulterior motives. Either way, the event had caused a rift in the strained “peace” that had served the two Clans for over a Millenia, leaving both sides feeling the anger of their Leaders and tensions to be taught on all levels. All were questioning why human’s had been brought into the fold, The storm itself beckoned with a fury that no one had been prepared 14:55:46 [BWRP] the mortal’s predicting today was to be sunny. How wrong they were! Then again, the weathermen had no cause or reason to believe the Fae truly held the weather in their hands. The problem being that both The Morrigan and The Ash were so infuriated with each other, their magic had a pull on the land and people, as they’d run or take shelter to hide from the torrential downpour would momentarily be given glimpse of strange creatures among them, giving rise to panic. Most questioning their minds, were they going mad!? The fabric between reality the humans believed in and what truly was waning this night and would likely continue to the wee hours of the next morning.

15:16:08 Galen The night before had been taxing on a lot of people and Galen had been no exception as he had still remained a bit drained from his uncontrolled shifting the night before last. He knew it had been taxing on his Father and The MOrrigan, the weather was too perfect of an example of it but he didn't care about anything his Father may or may not think, nor what the Morrigan would say. He had stood up, but he didn't understand the motives of his own side, why would they want her dea? An example was an example but if she wasn't guilty, then it was a death in vain and he couldn't let that happen. At first he hadn't cared, kill her if they waned but something had been sparked inside of him and he just couldn't let it see it happen. Thankfully another had stood up for her first but for now he was responsible until he returned for her. He admired the practices and the teachings but he couldn't quite grasp why she would have to be changed and it somehow didn't sit well with him, but first thing was first, he needed -15:16:15 [Galen] to get answers and do it quickly. Sine he was to watch her, that meant she had to be under his watch but last night he hadn't wanted to do anything but sleep, questions could wait. He had brought her back to his place, a decent sized apartment that was moderately decorated in dark colors, nothing fancy but practical and he had given up his room to let her sleep in his room. The couch was fine enough for him and it would allow him to hear her if she tried to escape. It was evening now and he was up but the last time he had checked on her, she was still asleep, and he thought he was lazy. He was at the window and watching the sky, dressed in a pair of jeans and a black shirt, arms folded over his chest with a serious and grim look on his face. "Why the hell did I do this." He spoke the words to himself, shaking his head with a sigh, trying to ignore what had happened a few nights ago.-e-


15:24:46 Delaney didn’t usually get headaches. IN fact, she’d never been sick her entire life thus far so as Delaney roused with a throb in her head that pounded like the beat of a constant drum, she groaned. Hand resting on her forehead, her eyes were closed as the groggy sensation followed suite, her memory clouded. What had happened? The meeting had been called, she’d arrived.. Then things got fuzzy. “Ugh..” remaining in spot she tried to focus, to get back the evening as she seemed to have lost and then it hit her, like a punch to the face - bham. The drug.. The potion someone had put into her drink. The Morrigan had called her out. Blamed her for something.. But what was it!? Del couldn’t remember, but the anger in her started to rise as she recalled being near paralyzed from the concoction. “That the hell..” She whispered as her eyes opened, luckily to near darkness save the flash of lightening that lit up the room on occasion and the large crash of thunder that echoed in her already hurt head. Another groan and she 15:25:07 [Delaney] slowly sat, feet landing on the ground as she inwardly stretch, looking around. The smells, the room itself, the atmosphere - where was she? This wasn’t her place. This wasn’t where she lived and last she recalled was being on the ground at Triskilion Manor. Panic set in as she stood, knocking over something close by that crashed to the ground, while she commented in a hoarse whisper. “SHIT!” .. under her breath as she wormed her way to the window, using her inhuman strength to try and open it up so she could escape.

15:39:23 Galen looked almost amused as he continued to watch the sky, commenting to himself. "You two are worse than a married couple. SOrt it out already." With a long, drawn out sigh, he turned from the window and was about to go get something to drink, beer sounded good right about now but the sudden sound of something crashing in his bedroom and the faint swear that ensued had caused him to run quickly to the doorway , just in time to see her trying to open the window to get out. With a frown he moved quickly to get behind her and wrap his arm around her waist and toss her back onto the bed with a slight growl. He didn't want to touch her long, that alone had been almost too much as that pang was felt inside of him. His eyes flashed yellow for a moment then returned to hazel as he looked her over and shook his head. "Tsk, Delaney. Trying to escape already? Are you that eager to go off and get yourself killed or have Dannethion come and fetch you early?" He watched her, trying to picture what she would look like if -15:39:47 [Galen] he changed her and then immediately he looked away, standing now at the foot of his bed. "I know you don't like this and you don't think it's fair but at least you're alive, that's got to count for something, right?" He paced once, back and forth the length of the room before coming back to a stop at the foot of the bed, making sure to keep his distance. "I have questions to ask you before he takes you with him but first, you need to promise me you aren't going to go all crazy or whatever. I can get you a drink, something to eat, but before this night is done, I want straight answers, or your life is back on the line again, whether Dannethion agrees to it or not."-e-

15:51:26 Delaney was focused on the window and had it raised, ready to climb through - the short dress she had proving difficult but it wasn’t that which stopped her. Something else with significant strength pulled her back and she was sent reeling onto the bed, landing with a bounce. Instantly she prepared to fight back, though was shocked to see Galen, let alone hear his voice. “What the fuck!?”.. An automatic response to what he’d done, she kicked her leg in an attempted to push him back as she struggled to get up off the bed. “What the hell are you talking about!?” His words were clearly puzzling her, her elegant features giving way to a stupendous, incredulous expression as he moved away from her, stepping further back. He feared her. That much she could tell but his reaction didn’t give her the answers she was now looking for. “Wait.. What? Why do you have me?” She didn’t recall The Ash decreeing someone take her - be responsible for her. Knowledge of what Dannethion had done was completely lost on ---15:51:45 [Delaney] her. “Just a minute.. “ she inched on the bed, moving to her knees as she gazed toward the male. “Why do you have me as prisoner? I’m not something to be bargained with.. I’m not a product. I’m hum.. “ she stopped, realizing her near mistake as she raised her hand to her brow, pinching her nose between her eyes. “I’m so confused right now. “ Her anger seemed to lessen but her guard still remained. “I don’t know what answers I can give you. I don’t know anything about anything, other than just discovering what I am. What do you want from me, Galen? Its obvious you hate me as much as I do you… so what the hell is going on?” She paused, looking around the room as the rain smashed in through the open window, wetting her in the process, the bed sheets and the floor around them. Her skin beaded with tiny morsels of water causing it to sheen a near bluish hint, while her disheveled strands of raven shone further in response. “and who the hell is Dannethion!?” She’d never gotten the Lust Daemon’s name..

16:06:15 Galen understood her confusion as to why he would have her, at least in the way of his motif but he was a bit confused himself to be finding out that she really had no clue as to why she was here. The rain had gone unnoticed for that short time until he decided he didn't need to have to mop up water on his bedroom floor and walked over to close it in one quick motion. With arms folded over his chest again, he face no longer seemed as serious but he was looking perplexed the more she talked. She really had no idea what was in store for her, well in all honestly, neither did he. He let out another sigh then shut his eyes tight and opened them again, staring at her but in the way she was use to having people look at her. He almost felt compassion for her situation. "You really don't know?" Was it some game, was she just fucking with him? No, there was something in her eyes that told him she really didn't have a clue and he wasn't sure he should tell her everything, or let it be a surprise, then again, even he-16:06:33 [Galen] wasn't that cruel. "Okay, so here's the deal. You aren't a prisoner, per say, but I do need to keep watch over you. Last night, The Morigan was ready to have you killed but my Fath-..The ASh stepped in and offered to let someone stand up for you. Dannethion stepped up and offered his services, he's the one who claimed you and eventually, when he decides, you will be going with him. I stood up and told them that while you are in this world, that I will be looking after you." He unfolded his arms then gave a shrug. "Listen, you need to know something too, so it's not such a surprise. I don't believe he'll hurt you but I recall him saying that you need to enjoy the form you currently have because he's going to change you into something else. I don't know for how long, it's something like what his son is." He almost felt sick as he explained it to her. "I'm sorry for that but that part is out of my control. I know this is a lot to take on. He's going to train you, somehow..I don't know. Teach you how to control -16:06:48 [Galen] that ability of yours. In the meantime, you're stuck with me, until he requires you." First thing was first, let her soak all that up and then he could move on to the questions.-e-

16:21:55 Delaney listened to Galen speak, feeling a shiver down through her body even though she wasn’t cold. That was one good thing of being a lust daemon, one always felt hot, or at least warm. The words didn’t sink it - it wasn’t making sense. Galen was looking after her until Dannethion? The huge beast who’d been in the diner.. And he was going to what!?” She gasped - inhaling as the words as they struck her, climbing of the bed in the process as she was the one pacing now. “What.. Change me?” sickened by the mere thought of looking like that beast had - she almost lost her mind as she reached toward the nearest piece of furniture, turning her back to Galen so he’d not see her struggle emotionally with all that was being said. Del wasn’t weak - far from it, but even the strong of heart would have a difficult time with these words. “I.. it can be. I’ve got to get away. From here, from Boston. I can’t stay here.” She peered over her shoulder, looking toward the Dark Prince, hatred in her eyes - not for him but for the ---16:22:14 [Delaney] for the situation entirely. “You can’t keep me here.. I’ve got things I need to do. Clients I’ve promised to help. “ The Blood Stone came to mind and the goblins - although all of that was nonsense in compared to what Del was facing. “This is insane! It’s fucking insane..” She wasn’t one to swear often but there were occasions where it was warranted, this being one. Her shoulders shifted as she straightened her stance, fighting off the urgency to cry, the hopelessness that was washing over her, to be strong as she knew she could be. Del had withstood some life changing events as of late, this was just one more. Swallowing she turned slowly, facing Galen as she began to walk toward him. Her bare feet traipsing over the wooden floor in gentle steps. Her arms dropping to each side. Her skin still moist, her hair dripping with water that riddled down, creating paths of their own over her flesh. Her eyes, azure and dark, light slightly with the hint of pale blue, resonate and glowing as she revealed her true --16:22:50 [Delaney] self to the man before her. Not to beguile him, though that was just a natural response to being around her, but to open to the man who was, right now the one keeping her from freedom. “You can’t let this happen..” as her those demure hues landed upon the male, deep, pleading and solitary and although she hadn’t touched him, he’d feel as if a whisper of a breath was moving over his skin, a tantalizing notion that even he couldn’t fight. Compelled to help,? no - she wasn’t using her skill on him. She was simply asking for help - everything else was just natural as things go for her. “Please.. Let me go..I’ll tell you anything you want. Anything.. But then you must let me run..”