[hr][hr][center][img]http://i1289.photobucket.com/albums/b518/ThetaOswin/Altsoba%20Update_zpsmrjzomag.png[/img][/center][hr][center][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/acd3e2bd3d3bbe3d2d6e8c4d617e6d16/tumblr_ogrmf1w3P01u9yiolo1_500.gif[/img][hr][@Witch Cat] [@Lady Amalthea] [@BlueSky44] [@Pundii] [@Nallore][/center][hr][hr]Mercurial removed her gas mask, glancing down at her wrist as if to check the time. In a peculiar mix of dainty and sturdy, Mercurial walked away from the burning building, her eyes locked on Darren and Jade. As the roof of the building collapsed, a body hit the ground with a thud. Trevor and Seraphina would recognize the man--it was their attacker, the last of the witnesses who rose. 

[color=009999]"If you collected evidence samples of my handiwork, it would last longer than your visual impression,"[/color] Mercurial said simply, noting the gun that Darren had gone to fetch. [color=009999]"There's no need for that. I'm not the sort of girl that murders just [i]any[/i] man I meet."[/color] Winking slightly, Mercurial walked in the direction towards Sealth Road, her hand grasping a protective amulet. 

Jade blinked slightly, shaking her head. Altsoba PD had to investigate the Crypts at least once a week--any time a body dropped, one of them usually ended up on the shortlist of suspects. [color=339933]"Fucking christ. That family's weird,"[/color] Jade murmured. If they didn't have a reaper to catch, she would have gone after the girl, and read charges for way too bloody many counts of arson. 

Glancing at Darren as he fetched his gun from the trunk, Jade wasn't exactly filled with confidence. The howls she heard in the distance--those meant something, she could tell from the way he was acting. [color=339933]"How the bloody hell do you reckon you'll be able to distract a reaper?"[/color] Jade asked, a bit skeptical of the plan, but still willing to go with it. Maybe reapers liked man candy and would give her an opening. 

Her fingers folded around the handle of the blade, squeezing a little tighter as if in a reminder she was still alive. All of the sarcasm and alcohol in the world could not quite erase the memories of her time in hell. It may have been short on Earth, but hell had a sadistic streak, stretching out the seconds into days into months into years. 

Once Darren had grabbed his supplies, Jade held the blade in one hand, her sidearm in the other. Her eyes were narrowed, looking for reapers that could not be seen by the human eye. Only the dead and supernatural creatures could spot them, unless they decided to be seen. She threw a glance over at him, and the air acquired a chill to it. 

Kneeling over the body Mercurial had crudely abandoned, there was a cloaked figure. It was impossible to make out any features, not even a hint as to the gender. But there was a powerful aura of not death, but endings. This was no reaper, no. 

"Darren Owen Andrews," the figure said, its voice hushed like a whisper. "I know of the deal you made with my brother's consorts, and it cannot be allowed."
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Belladonna's binding spell does not heal Sariel, but it ceases the outpour of the silvery substance, what Belladonna will recognize to be Sariel's grace. The grey has spread to almost every portion of Sariel's body, aside from her face. It signals the immense loss of vitality in the archangel. Without any healing, Sariel will not yet awaken. However, once Sera enters the Church, her fingers stir slightly. 

[i]Seraphina...[/i] The voice is Sariel's only able to be heard by Seraphina. But Sariel's voice is not the only one. There is another, richer and deeper, evocative of the increase in power. [b][i]I am coming, sister. I shall be with you.[/i][/b] There is a slight pause, and Sariel's hand clenches, for the voice belongs to Azrael, the Angel of Death. Even as Javier lifts Sariel into his arms, the archangel incredibly weak, death continues to inch closer towards Sariel. 

[color=ffcc66]"Please don't use that for a blood ritual!"[/color] Hanson called out, as Belladonna and Javier left the Church. Too many incantations simply needed a person's blood, and havoc could be brought upon their lives. He frowned a bit, feeling to be of little use. Javier and Belladonna's walk to the Crypt household would be relatively uneventful--and as they near the home, they will ever so conveniently encounter Mercurial, soot covering her clothing. 

[color=ffcc66]"Doc, anything I can do?"[/color] Hanson asked, speaking to Amy, yet looking at the quiet old woman in the corner. Her entire ensemble was practically [i]screaming[/i] witch. And what were the chances that everyone and their uncle would decide to come to the Church? It wasn't exactly the most popular place to crash. 

As for Seraphina, beyond the onslaught of voices in her mind, everything seemed to be looking sunny side up for her. [color=00ffcc]"Bleeding's stopped,"[/color] Aloise grinned, having done her best to help Seraphina before Dr. Chang took over. Pressure on the wound indeed managed to stop the bleeding, and with Dr. Chang's trained eye, it would become clear that the bullet hadn't hit anything all too major. Simple removal of the bullet and some blood transfusions later, and Sera would be right as rain. 

[color=00ffcc]"I'll go look in on the Prophet,"[/color] Aloise said, allowing Hanson to come over and assist Dr. Chang. She walked over towards Liam, laying a comforting hand on his shoulder, before sitting down next to him in the pew. There didn't need to be an exchange of words for her to guess the feelings running through his head at that moment. His entire world had changed, and because of his status as a Prophet, things would never be the same again. Giving him a brief hug, Aloise tried her best to smile. 

[color=00ffcc]"If you need to talk, we have a mo',"[/color] Aloise explained.