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    #76
    Ortus Woods - Outskirts

    As Nicholas lost consciousness, the brief sound of what sounded like a vehicle screeching to a halt could be heard, followed by the sound of a door being flung open and heavy booted footsteps, albeit muffled by the rain.


    The source of the commotion was from the person Lance spoke to on the phone, the one that was no more than half a mile away just a bit ago. The woman Miranda had just managed to screech to a halt after seeing a parked vehicle, and what looked to be some sort of brutal fight in the headlights. If she had been any slower at slamming the brakes, she would have crashed into Nicholas's own vehicle. However that wasn't what was on her mind though, for as Miranda stepped out from her truck, Duffel Bag full of weapons and various supplies slung over her shoulder, she saw the sight for herself.


    Hell Hounds. Each of them dead from various wounds, and on the road she could even see the melted remains of what looked to be a knife and... a tire iron? Seeing all this made Miranda quite concerned as she cursed under breath. "Damn..." Was all she could say in a tone that sounded more... disappointed than anything. Though what she saw next was something that really got her blood running a bit cold. Laying among the dead Hell Hounds, and resting close to the Alpha Hell Hound, was a young man. He looked to be in his late teens to early 20's, but more concerning was the fact that he was covered in all sorts of burns and wounds. Most of which looked... fatal.

    The moment Miranda spotted Nicholas's unconscious body bleeding out, she cursed again before rushing over to him. "Shit!"


    As soon as Miranda got to Nicholas's side she got down to one knee and placed her index and middle finger on the side of his throat as if to check his pulse. The result made Miranda worry even more, as while the poor sap still had a pulse, it was fading. Immediately she got down and began going through her duffel bag for something.

    "Come on, where is it!?" She mumbled before she found it. A syringe for what looked to be an adrenaline shot, of which she quickly took and prepared it. Flicking the needle once, she then pulled up one of his sleeve and injected it right into Nicholas's arm. "Jesus Christ I hope this shit works!" She pleaded as the serum in the shot coursed through his veins.

    The shot was indeed an adrenaline shot, and while it won't stop Nicholas from bleeding out, it should get him back to consciousness long enough to seek medical assistance.

    "Come on kid, just hang in there! I'll get ya some help as soon as possible!" She said as she was about to help pick him up off the ground, however the sound of rustling from nearby could be heard, followed by the distinctive howl of several Hell Hounds in the distance. While she couldn't see them, she knew they were close by, as the howling didn't sound too far off. That and with the heavy rustling of the bushes and trees from nearby. She knew one thing, that she was surrounded. However she remained calm as she took out the shotgun from her duffel bag and held it at the ready, constantly looking at the tree line as a hell hound quickly lunged from the bushes and right at her. Knocking her off the road and into the tree line where the sound of her yelling profanity and insults, as well as gunshots could be heard...




    Deep down though... in Nicholas's heart, something felt... for a brief moment, warmer. Whether it was from the shot of adrenaline, or something else, it was as though a spark was trying to ignite deep down. As if telling him to get up.
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      #77
      The Boundless
      Waelin's eyes narrowed with a mixture of skepticism and irritation. "Like I said earlier. I weave quilts. I don't fight fucking demons."

      Their voice paused for a moment, breathing in before their words came out low, deceptively calm, but with a very strong undercurrent of aggression. "What I did back there was a matter of desperation and i've probably got some nerve damage 'cause of that impromptu shock therapy of yours. Not to mention, you say that slayers are on the downturn. But if my eyes are still fuckin' working, what i've seen this past week says the opposite for these demons. One girl who doesn't even know how to fire a gun, let alone actually fight something properly isn't exactly going to be the biggest help in stemming the goddamn apocalypse that's brewing under this city's feet."



      Sometimes when you're driving down a road, a bug hits your windshield. It's ugly and unpleasant, but you just activate the wipers / cleaning fluid and it's gone in a few seconds. It's just part of driving down the road. You don't dwell on it, because that'd be silly. Bugs aren't worth the time.

      You just discard their guts and keep on driving.

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        #78
        The Boundless

        "Then I can't force you to become a slayer." Lance spoke, turning away before preparing to walk away from Waelin. "If you were to join us though, and since you have seemingly unlocked your Figment, you would be trained. You won't just be trained in how to fight by more competent Slayers than myself, but you will also learn how to your summon your Figment. Over time you would learn how to use the abilities it grants you, and then you'd be able to fight. While everyone's Figments are varied, there are still ways to learn the ins and outs of what yours can do. Even so if you don't wish to fight, you would at least then be able to defend yourself against more dangerous demons. In the end it is your choice." He explained further before reaching into his pocket where he took out his wallet, and from his wallet he took out what looked to be a small card that he put on the table. The card was a bit soggy, but the contents on the card could still be read quite clearly. It appeared to be a business card of sorts.

        "If you do decide to change your mind, or need assistance. Then just call the number on that card." With that he turned and walked over to the counter where Enraku was, there he then took out a card with a different number on it as well as payment for his drink and handed it to them. "And call this number if you want to try and get that petition about demon classification started. They may actually listen to you this time." Once that was taken care of Lance turned and prepared to leave, though just as he stopped at the door he turned to Waelin one last time.


        "Also, about that... possible nerve damage... Don't worry too much about it. If I wasn't mistaken and you DID call upon your Figment back there, then you won't need to worry. Almost all Figment users tend to have a better healing factor. Give it a day or two and you should be fine. If not, then Enraku could probably help. He's good with the whole magic stuff if I recall." Then without even saying a goodbye, Lance left... leaving out the door and back into the dark, stormy night.
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          #79
          The Boundless
          Waelin released a sigh as the door closed, bells on the door ringing out. And then, there were two.

          "I don't even have a phone anymore." the girl grumbled before pulling up a hand to massage their head. "This has probably ruined my life."

          Enraku watched and listened closely as they finished their polishing. The bartender moved out of the bar, placing themselves within the seat Lance occupied. "Perhaps. Perhaps not."

          While their head still angled downward, their eyes darted to Enraku for a moment before they unconsciously released a rumble, almost like a low growl. "How has it not? I've been turned into a freak of nature, i've been shown how completely fucked everything is, I can't even go home, looking as I am. I don't even wanna' know what my parents would think if they saw me now, let alone the rest of the world. Oh, and to top it off, i've got goddamn demons trying to hunt me down and end my life. So, again, how has this not ruined my life?"

          "Well, the look is something I can solve, and that's a fair amount of your issues." Enraku calmly replied.

          "What's the catch?" Waelin retorted.

          "Why, I would never..."

          Waelin's look shifted into a glare. Enraku let out a sigh.

          "Okay, there is a price, but it's one that benefits you as much as myself. I've been looking for workers. Waiters, mainly. Maybe someone to fill in on my bartending."

          "You, with the apparent super-speed?" Waelin commented.

          They gave a shrug. "What can I say, i'm lazy. Look, you would be paid in addition to me helping you with your issue. Not even a five day work-week. Plus free access to food, drink, and the guest rooms when you need them."

          Waelin eyed them suspiciously. "If something sounds too good to be true, it probably is."

          "Ah, ah, probably does not equate to an absolute." Enraku noted. The girl looked conflicted.

          "Tell you what, i'll spice it up even more. I'll give you a week to think about it, and a temporary solution for your problem in the meantime." Enraku replied.

          "Temporary?"

          "Correct. A magical glamour, to hide your more demonic parts from others. It was my planned solution in general. It only works on the more magically impaired. A slayer or demon would still see you as you are, but a regular human wouldn't." they explained. "So, what do you say?"

          Waelin was silent for a couple moments. "Can we start said timer tomorrow? I feel like i'm going to pass out at any given moment."

          "As you wish. The guest rooms are up via that stairway." Enraku gestured to the stairs towards the back of the bar. "First room on the left is a good choice."

          "Thank you." she replied as they got out of the seat.

          "I try to be as gracious a host as possible. It'd be rude not to." Enraku replied, giving a soft smile. "I will see you tomorrow."

          Waelin could only give a small nod at that before they moved to head up the stairs, moving out of sight.

          Only after did they hear the opening and closing of a door did Enraku move, their face returning to a neutral position immediately.

          "What the hell are you planning, Ricthos?" they mumbled to themselves. They breathed out through their nose before they zipped back behind the counter. They had some calls to make.

          ????
          Deep within the stronghold of the Veiled Eye, a figure sat atop a throne of bones and blood. It's form was draped in chitinous plates of red and black, it's four eyes leaking malice upon the surroundings. It's throne had many arms, to account for it's proper lord. High Prophet Ricthos, leader of the Veiled Eye, Herald of Wrath, and the Opener of Ways waited as the screams and yells from outside died down. The breakout was contained, subjects kept in their rightful place. It pleased them. It showed the prisoners that their attempts at escape were meaningless. And that would mean less dissent, more acceptance of their fates. Good.

          A door opened, and a figure entered. They were considerably smaller than themselves, but they knew that that figure hid power that rivaled themselves.

          "Ah, Berith." Ricthos spoke, his voice raspy, yet powerful, a distinct echo prominent within it. "Is the rioting quelled?"

          "That it is." Berith's voice was almost a polar opposite to Ricthos's, young, almost high-pitched. While it lacked an echo, each had a light lilt to it. "All prisoners secured, all resistance completely crushed."

          "Excelle-"

          "But." Berith interrupted. "Except for one."

          Ricthos leaned forward, their glowing eye-slits narrowing. "One escaped? Who."

          "I believe their name is Waelin? You should know them, they were your little 'present' for Wrath." Berith spoke casually, even as Ricthos tried to intimidate. There was almost a smug note to their words, one that caused Ricthos's grip on their chair to tighten.

          "Details, immediately." Ricthos darkened their tone further, while Berith's smug look only grew.

          "Welllll, seems that they had quite a bit of fight in them. They managed to make a shiv from destroyed metal plating during the rioting, stopped a Grangler by removing one of their eyes and used the rest of the riots to slip out into the storm. Of course I sent some after them, but, who would've guessed, but they managed to awaken their Figment!" Berith gave a toothy smile.

          "You said that was an impossibility with the procedures." Ricthos's voice rose with cold irritance.

          "Improbability, not impossibility, you fuckin' cocknostril." Berith's voice turned sour for a moment as they were questioned, face scowling before they shifted back to smile on a dime, their tone once again peppy. "Annnnyways, they ran into another slayer, completely fried one of the Granglers, and the other was left heavily wounded."

          "Info on said slayer?" Ricthos pressed.

          "Mid-tier, utilizes a lightning-infused spear, and their name is Lance." Berith rattled off.

          The last note gave Ricthos pause, a second of silence before they incredulously asked "The spear-wielding Slayer is called Lance?"

          "I know, it's absurdly stupid." Berith beamed. "But after they left, the other Grangler tailed them a bit, they got to the Boundless."

          Ricthos sighed. "Of course it had to be the Boundless... can we keep track of them regardless?"

          "I've already got some on the case, you need not worry." Berith answered. "But yeah, that's all I know."

          "You are dismissed." Ricthos rose a hand idly towards the door. "When you get a chance to capture them, take it."

          "As you command!" Berith said, cheer slightly tinged with something resembling sarcasm. "Toodaloo!"

          And with that, they vanished behind the door, leaving the Prophet to brood.

          Enraku knowing about the girl was... problematic. They needed to get this done fast. They had days, probably less than a week before he knew. And considering Sloth... they needed to plan. They would not let this chance to restore the clan to it's height go to waste. And if the girl awoke a figment...

          Ricthos smiled. Maybe this could be even better than they originally intended.




          Sometimes when you're driving down a road, a bug hits your windshield. It's ugly and unpleasant, but you just activate the wipers / cleaning fluid and it's gone in a few seconds. It's just part of driving down the road. You don't dwell on it, because that'd be silly. Bugs aren't worth the time.

          You just discard their guts and keep on driving.

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            #80
            Daisuke's Home | Ortus City Suburbs


            Daisuke's younger sister could have swore she saw someone hiding behind her brother, but she blamed it on her groggy half-awake brain making her see things that likely wasn't there. However she also wasn't in the mood, or right state of mind really question her brother. "Oh... Okaaaay... Goodnight..." She grumbled as she then shuffled back to her bed, Daisuke quietly closing her bedroom door behind her.

            With one hell of a bullet having been dodged, Daisuke just chuckled nervously to himself for a moment before he snapped his attention towards his own bedroom door before quickly rushing inside his room and shutting the door behind him. He tried to close the door behind him as quietly as he could, but he didn't do too good of a job due to his panicky mind at the moment. This did prompt a brief "BE QUIET! SOME OF US ARE TRYING TO SLEEP!" right from his sister in next room, which did make Daisuke jump a bit.


            Thankfully, after a good 5 minutes of Daisuke not moving or doing anything, there was no further noise coming from his sister's room. Letting out a sigh of relief, Daisuke then slowly turned his attention to the young woman who is now in his room... naked, and most importantly, bleeding.

            It took a moment for him to say anything, as he was trying to remember something... That was when he forgot that he's going to need to get a first aid kit for her! Not only that, but he's going to need to call emergency services too. There was honestly so many things going through his mind that it made it hard for him to think, add onto the fact that he's beginning to feel the effects of being up so late, it took him a good minute to decide on something.

            "Okay... just wait here and... try not to get any blood on the floor, okay? I'm going to go get the first aid kit real quick, and I really don't want to explain to my mom and sister why I have a red stain on the carpet... So don't leave and be quiet. Got it?" He said in a hushed whisper so as not to make too much more noise. After that he turned around and quietly tip-toed out of his room to go look for the First Aid Kit. Leaving the young woman alone in Daisuke's quiet room. There was one thing though,


            He forgot to turn on the lights for her, leaving the room to be illuminated by the faint glow of street lamps from outside, as well as the occasional flash of lightning.

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              #81
              Daisuke's Home | Ortus City Suburbs


              The silence of darkness was something the girl was used to as she stood rather motionlessly while the room's owner, Daisuke, left to grab a medicine kit to patch her wounds up. The throbbing pain from the open wound was uncomfortable, but she was used to that as well. She was more so curious about the room itself as she wandered, her unguided steps taking her to and from different items. She eventually fixated her gaze onto a series of picture frames on his desk, displaying various moments of his life.

              Most of the photos were of him and his family: his mother, whose exhaustion from work was evident even through the frame, his younger sister without a care in the world in her expression, and Daisuke himself, appearing to be annoyed by the ordeal. One of the photos showcased Daisuke posing next to an exuberant young blond boy about the same age as his friend, looking even more annoyed than the last few she saw. The girl did not have any photos taken of her... well, no photos taken of her own volition. The people in the pictures seemed to possess some kind of normalcy inside, captured in the exact moment to preserve them forever. The girl couldn't help but wonder if she could've lived such normal life too.

              Her gaze shifted towards the window as it was the only thing illuminating the dark room, taking the photo of Daisuke and his blond friend to the light to get a more detailed look. However, she did not pay attention to the photo as she stared out into the streets, as if mesmerized by the street lights and the passing-by cars, clutching her wound with one hand and the photo frame with the other, drying her body with the warmth inside.
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                #82
                Daisuke's Home | Ortus City Suburbs


                Leaving the young woman alone in his room, Daisuke had gone off to look for the first aid kit. Going to search under the bathroom sink first. Having gone into one of the only two bathrooms in the house, Daisuke immediately flicked on the lights and looked under the sink. What was under there was a variety of different bathroom cleaning supplies, some spare bottles of body wash, an old flashlight, and even... an unopened bag of candy? Seeing this Daisuke pulled out the bag of expired candy and sighed. "Of course... Sachiko must have hid it down here so I won't find it, then completely forgot all about it." He thought as he tossed the bag of expired candy into the small trash bin by the toilet. The fact that his sister bought the candy and hid it doesn't bother him. It's the fact that she let it expire, thus wasting perfectly good candy that angers him. However after searching further, he did finally find it. Giving a small sigh he grabbed the first aid kit and immediately proceeded to sneak back to his bedroom, where he opened the door surprisingly fast and suddenly, despite needing to try and be quiet. Though he did manage to catch the door before it slammed against his bedroom wall, preventing it from making any further noise that would have possibly woken his sister and his mother, but also prevented the doorknob from making a small hole in the wall.

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                  #83
                  Daisuke's Home | Ortus City Suburbs


                  At the sound of the door opening, the girl broke her trance-like observation of the outside streets to turn to Daisuke, clutching the photo frame in her other hand harder and raising the hand that was holding her wound up as if she was defending herself or expecting someone to take hostile actions towards her. Noticing that it was not the case, the girl lowered her arm and gazed upon the red medical kit in his hands. Silent and stoic, her head tilted a little to the side, as if to read the content on the kit, or perhaps due to her boundless curiosity towards the most mundane things.
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