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Evren looked in disgust and awe at all the jars and displays before his eyes settled on the broken glass on the floor. [color=cc3300]“(You were here… you were here the whole time.)”[/color] He said softly, stooping down and tracing his fingers along the splash stain on the ground. His body felt heavy, as if he was weighted at the throat by a guilty shackle. He regained his footing and gently embraced his friend, ignoring her filthy hair and attempting to be of some comfort. 
Suddenly he felt the hair on his neck stand on end, and he let Aava go. His eyes darted about the shadowy room, searching. [color=cc3300]“Lucifer…”[/color]
He took hold of the bottled eyes just beside him in this macabre collection. He held the jar up to his chest and the contents made a sickening sloshing sound like a loose jam. “I know you’re in here!” He shouted at nothing, looking around as if someone was spying on him. Irritated by the lack of response he hurled the jar across the room, only for a disembodied hand to emerge and catch it from the shadows behind a piece of furniture and set it gently on the floor before vanishing into thin air.
[color=cc3300]“What in the hell is this?!”[/color]
[color=990033]“Something you have no right to be angry about.”[/color] The shadow’s voice echoed through the room without a clear source. [color=990033]“This is the menagerie of a long-slain coven brother. After his undoing I closed this place off. There are secrets here even I have not seen through, and they’ll be left where they are.”[/color] As Lucifer spoke he emerged out of the shadows in the far corner of the room, pulling himself upwards out of the patchy darkness limb by limb.
[color=cc3300]“Even you haven’t seen through? You mean you don’t know who’s in here?”[/color]
[color=990033]“[i]What[/i] is in here.”[/color] Lucifer corrected. He retrieved the jar he’d caught and crossed the room to return it to the dusty shelf. [color=990033]“I choose to leave it be; it’s for the greater good, for the safety of Redhaven.”[/color]
[color=cc3300]“That’s not your choice to make! Aava was trapped here, and I know—“[/color]
[color=990033]“You don’t know!”[/color] Lucifer snapped back, making Evren flinch. [color=990033]“If you had it your way you’d break every glass in here until the entire town was overrun with untold monstrosities. I know you don’t give a damn about your own safety, but think of Aava. For God’s sake, think of me!”[/color]
Lucifer’s tone softened and he gently brought his hand to Evren’s face. [color=990033]“You know I love you, and it hurts me when you lash out as if I would fail to protect you. Trust me when I say I know better.”[/color]
Evren brushed the hand away and looked back at Aava with a sad but hopeful gaze. [color=cc3300]“(Let’s get out of this awful place, okay?)”[/color][hr][color=silver][i]this is serious!! he could be looking for you[/i][/color]
Beck peered between the buildings but couldn’t see anyone. She grimaced; maybe they hadn’t gone down that way. She kept driving slowly down the road, peering between the buildings, when suddenly she saw Hayato walking just behind the apartment building by the bar. He was looking for a way in.
[color=silver][i]holy shit he’s sneaking around the back, i just saw him
whatever you do don’t go outside[/i][/color][hr]Haddie felt completely at ease around the dead, completely in control. The cemetery was a shady paradise, a peaceful altar to the only real god: Death. Every creature that drew breath was fated to die. A malevolent grin crept across the slight man’s face as he turned the thought over in his head; leaning back against a tall tombstone he’d sat down beside he examined his left hand. The thelema, his will, the angel Rakhaniel. His right hand bore a seal of Solomon and the name of the subjugator, Rekhodiah. It was all he needed in permanence to accomplish his tasks.
His peace was disturbed by the sight of bare bones upright in a suit. Scuttling behind the headstone he observed the strange figure. It was certainly undead, and the movement of it’s jawbone suggested it was speaking. Haddie watched suspiciously before he realized the bony man was speaking to a grave. He stood slowly, tightening the right strap on his knapsack and traipsing toward the walking path, keeping a careful eye on this stranger until he was just a few feet behind him.
[color=000000]“What are you?”[/color]