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[SUP][SUB][H3]Ambrosia’s Mansion[/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][hr][/COLOR][INDENT][sup][color=silver]October 1st, 12:30pm | Astrid’s Room | Vampire NPCs[/color][/sup][/INDENT][/url]

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Astrid sat up in her bed, curling her legs in to her chest, burying her face between her knees. Around her, was the comfort of her fellow coven members: Lilith, staring out the large, dark tinted window with her arms folded; Nicolai, pacing around the darkened room despite how many large windows occupied the walls; and Azazel, sitting opposite of Astrid with his fingers pinching the bridge of his nose. It was silent for quite some time, despite the breeze of the afternoon winds and the rustling of the dying leaves. The room possessed a somber aura, accompanied by colors of red, black, and gray with a dim, yellow light from the chandelier above. The tall windows were heavily tinted, since Astrid preferred her room to be dark with a very exact amount of natural lighting.

Nicolai broke the silence with an upbeat voice, hoping his optimism could eliminate the weight of the room, [color=gray]“It’s been some time since your last vision, Astrid. Maybe whatever the hell it was is gone!”[/color]

[color=gray]“Don’t be stupid, Nicolai,”[/color] Lilith’s stern and serious voice spoke immediately, [color=gray]“This is different than anything we’ve seen before. Astrid’s never been like this before.”[/color]

[color=gray]“Well, [i]Lilith[/i], I was just trying to lighten the mood a little bit. I want to be here for Astrid as much as you do, but let’s face it, there’s nothing we can really do about it except sit here and watch her suffer,”[/color] Nicolai replied in a hostile defense.

[color=gray]“If you would use your [i]head[/i] then maybe we could piece together her visions and actually come up with some sort of answer,”[/color] Lilith instigated, turning her head to give him a deathly glare.

Nicolai furrowed his brows, roaming to lean along the edge of one of the windowsills, [color=gray]“No need to be so aggressive,”[/color] he replied in a low voice.

Lilith turned to fixate her gaze back onto the horizon, [color=gray]“If I could get my hands on whoever is causing this shit, I’d kill them in the blink of an eye. And so help me Lucifer, if this is a damned witch, I’d love to taste every last drop of their blood.”[/color]

Nicolai let out an agitated groan, [color=gray]“I hate this. We don’t even know what the hell she’s seeing. How could she possibly envision the whole city of Salem on fire. What if it’s just some sort of scary nightmare that she’s having.”[/color]

Lilith shook her head, [color=gray]“I hate to break it to you, but everything Astrid envisions tends to come true. The only scenarios where she doesn’t see her visions to fruition is when a new one comes to replace the old one.”[/color]

Nicolai flicked his hand dismissively towards Lilith, [color=gray]“You talk like you know what her powers even do.”[/color]

Lilith scoffed, [color=gray]“Yeah, whatever Mr. [i]I-can-feel-people’s-emotions[/i]. None of us know the extent of her gift, so let’s just go with our best assumptions of it.”[/color]

[color=gray]“Yeah, let’s just [i]assume[/i] that armageddon is totally in the near future,”[/color] Nicolai retorted sarcastically, [color=gray]“And don’t act like my gift isn’t real, I can totally feel the anger resonating off of you right now.”[/color]

[color=gray]“I’m always angry. And you better shut the fuck up before I make you.”[/color]

[color=gray]“Will you [i]both[/i] just stop fucking talking,”[/color] Azazel finally spoke, his raspy voice overpowering theirs enough to cut the tension.

The silence returned and the ambience darkened with each passing moment. On a day designated for celebration, the four of them remained guarded and tactful. Astrid’s visions have been becoming more frequent since the events of last night. Every ten minutes, it was like a different image of death or flames, and she could feel every bit of it’s reality, scorching her skin and gnawing at her bones. Her painful screams grew weaker with each proceeding vision as her pain tolerance heightened with every expected horror she faced -- if it weren’t for her vampiric anatomy, she would’ve been dead by now. To their surprise, the next vision hadn’t come when it was expected; the silence was relieving. But only for a moment could it be enjoyed before Astrid’s body tensed, her head lifting as her eyes stared distantly to focus on her new vision. Her breaths began to become heavy in fear as her eyes would scatter, frantically, all around.

[color=gray]“Astrid?”[/color] Lilith rushed to her side, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder. Azazel and Nicolai assumed a defensive stance. [color=gray]“What do you see?”[/color] 

Within a moment, Astrid was locked in her vision, her body calmed, her breaths evened out, but her gaze remained distant. It seemed the vision did not haunt her like her previous ones, depicting a different scenario taking place. Her soft voice broke, [color=gray]“I see five people in a dark room. I think it’s night time. No -- it’s still daylight, but there’s so much dark magic that I can’t see clearly. I --,”[/color]

Astrid’s face fell as her eyes fixated on one position. Lilith spoke, confused, [color=gray]“What is it Astrid?”[/color]

[color=gray]“It’s us. In this room. But we’re not alone.”[/color] 

Lilith looked over her face to try to discern Astrid’s condition, [color=gray]“Are you okay?”[/color]

[color=gray]“Lilith,”[/color] Nicolai spoke, trying to get her attention.

[color=gray]“When do you think the vision took place,”[/color] Lilith persisted with Astrid.

[color=gray]“Lilith!”[/color] Nicolai shouted in an attempt to get her attention.

Lilith turned swift and was presented with Azazel and Nicolai standing between her and a mysterious entity adorned with a long coat and a wide-brimmed hat. The figure was tall and broad, emitting a dark, eerie presence so strong that utter darkness could almost be seen permeating off of him. Lilith stood up with a fierce expression, a protective hand still gently placed on Astrid’s shoulder.

The man lifted his head to reveal his dark skin, glowing red eyes, and black, patchy facial hair. As his eyes scrolled the room, his soft voice managed to echo with an intensity that caused chills within his audience, [color=darkgray]“You speak her name, yet she is nowhere to be found.”[/color]

[color=gray]“I’m right here,”[/color] Lilith spoke fearlessly, [color=gray]“Tell us who you are and why you came.”[/color]

[color=darkgray]“So demanding,”[/color] the man chuckled. He paused for a moment, [color=darkgray]“Tell me, were you named after her?”[/color]

[color=gray]“My name has nothing to do with this, now answer my question.”[/color]

The man let his expression fall flat and fearsome, his cracked lips laid straight and his eyes focused on Lilith. His glare was strong and sharp, worse than any blade or knife and surpassing the deadliness of any spider’s bite. One heavy step forward followed by an unsettling sigh, he finally sneered, wide enough to reveal the sharp fangs in his mouth, [color=darkgray]“I mean you no harm, as I am rather impressed by your very existence myself -- but the hostility is so unwelcoming.”[/color] Another step forward, his crimson eyes darting back and forth from Azazel and Nicolai, followed by a ghostly chant that echoed in whispers throughout the room, [color=darkgray]“To sleep with you.”[/color] 

Nicolai fell abruptly, but Azazel still remained standing.

Lilith attempted to nudge Astrid back to reality, but her mind remained locked in a trance.

Within the blink of an eye, Azazel threw out a quick jab, landing directly on the man’s cheek. Azazel maneuvered to properly initiate another powerful strike of his fist while the man was staggered. Despite Azazel’s vampiric speed, it was still too slow and his fist was caught in a tight grip by the man’s hand. In one fluid movement, the man grabbed Azazel’s arm and threw him with force out of the window behind them. The glass shattered loudly as he spoke, [color=darkgray]“A resistant one, I see.”[/color]

Lilith’s continued nudging was finally halted since Astrid couldn’t shake the trance she remained in. Instead, she prepared to strike, and although her attacks were foreseen, her swiftness seemed to parallel the man’s own. A series of jabs, kicks, and uppercuts were thrown, all not a secure enough blow that would cause any significant damage. Instead, the man chanted once more, an unheard incantation as Lilith gasped for air and clenched her throat. She continued to choke, trying to take in oxygen, but her body simply would not allow. His voice rang again, [color=darkgray]“You are very feisty, you know. You remind me of the very woman I’m looking for -- you even have her name.”[/color] With that, Lilith would fall to the ground, her body contorting in pleading, helpless movements before she fell flat and still. He kneeled to her side, a hand caressing her face, [color=darkgray]“My name is Lucifer.”[/color] A flash of darkness encompassed the two of them, vanishing.[/INDENT][/INDENT]

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[SUP][SUB][H3]Salem, Massachusetts[/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][hr][/COLOR][INDENT][sup][color=silver]October 1st, 12:15pm | Washington Park | Juniper Rosen[sub][@Akayaofthemoon][/sub][/color][/sup][/INDENT][/url]

[INDENT][INDENT]At first glance, the young wolf portrayed innocence, seeming harmless and ordinary. Perhaps it was the way she licked her ice cream, or how her mismatched eyes held so much untold beauty, it was undeniably deceiving. Though, Leo’s magic could not be denied and she was very well of supernatural descent. Ambrosia had some trouble discerning the extent of how strong she could be, but regardless, the young wolf’s blood flowed with all the strength, vigor, and ferocity of a werewolf and she played a role in this game just as any other supernatural would.

Ambrosia approached quickly, fast enough that her movements were overlooked by any human eye. She stood, in her black dress and long, wavy brown hair with an indefinite aura of eerie darkness, much different than any usual vampire if the girl would be able to depict her race. They stood face to face, only long enough for Ambrosia to extend her hand to give the girl a piece of paper. And whether or not she took it, Ambrosia would release her grasp on the note and be gone within a flash.[/INDENT][/INDENT]

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[SUP][SUB][H3]Salem, Massachusetts[/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][hr][/COLOR][INDENT][sup][color=silver]October 1st, 12:20pm | Washington Park | Sage Lunarie[sub][@SamaraJayne96][/sub] Quinton Lynch[sub][@smarty0114][/sub] Jeremy Lindall[sub][@Rabidporcupine][/sub] Evren Arthur[sub][@ineffable][/sub][/color][/sup][/INDENT]

[INDENT][INDENT][color=darkgray]“A rather odd occurrence I must say,”[/color] Leo mentioned to Ambrosia, [color=darkgray]“There are three magic-bearers in one area. It seems they are conversing.”[/color]

[color=darkred]“Noted. And the girl, I assume, is human?”[/color] Ambrosia questioned, her hands shuffling the notes within her hands to properly order them based on her interactions with them.

[color=darkgray]“Correct, miss. Do be warned that they could be apart of the same coven.”[/color]

[color=darkred]“Well,”[/color] Ambrosia started before a sigh, [color=darkred]“Wish me luck!”[/color]

Ambrosia began her quick stride, and upon her arrival she immediately tried to see any signs of familiarity between the individuals. The younger two within the booth would obviously be more than mere acquaintances, but the man browsing didn’t seem comfortable in the social situation. Perhaps he was the odd one out. On the contrary, the young woman, whom was also browsing, seemed very interested. Maybe she was simply curious about the wares of the booth.

[color=salmon][b][i]"Pesky, nosy little things, hunters are. Interesting characters, really. They're not as fun as witches and warlocks though.  I mean...not as fun to read about."[/i][/b][/color]

[color=darkred][i]Strange.[/i][/color] Ambrosia thought to herself, but sought to ignore her assumptions to better focus on the matter at hand. Within an instant, Ambrosia would appear swiftly, trickling into the group from the crowd of people that strolled by the booth. She first faced the young man browsing the wares, a very faint, but still present, magical affinity resonating from him to indicate his magic-bearing heritage. Ambrosia grabbed his hand gently, the vast temperature difference becoming apparent as her cold touch maneuvered the note within his hand.

A quick turn and she was quickly melded back into the crowd, only to reemerge behind the booth to quietly approach the younger two magic-users that worked the booth. In subtle, rapid movements, the notes would appear in their hands, the sharp corners of the thick paper pressing against their palms without trace of how they’ve gotten there, unless their eyesight was somehow keen enough to notice Ambrosia’s quick speed. [/INDENT][/INDENT]
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[SUP][SUB][H3]Salem, Massachusetts[/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][hr][/COLOR][INDENT][sup][color=silver]October 1st, 6:30pm | Washington Park | Ambrosia Sanguis & Evren Arthur[sub][@ineffable][/sub][/color][/sup][/INDENT][/url]

[INDENT][INDENT]The park became increasingly more lively as the night went on. The sun had begun to set, casting it’s final, warm glow of oranges and yellows, a small glimmer left of the fiery orb descending behind the steeple of Salem’s cathedral. The eerie ambiance had not yet lifted from Salem, nor did it get even a little bit better; instead, it came boasting with the impending night. Regardless, Salem’s citizens casted the strange feeling aside, and they still found it in them to celebrate with full hearts on such an odd day. Kids ran around with glow sticks and hand-held fireworks, parents and families all working to set up a comfortable area with chairs and blankets, businesses had begun to close up shop while bars and restaurants prepared for the rush of people once the fireworks show had ended, and the supernaturals—what of them?

Azariah stared blankly at the sky, watching how the waxing moon would increase in it’s opacity with each passing moment, as the sunset became dominated by the darkness of night. The process could be considered long and boring—the way time passes slowly when you are waiting for something to happen, like the moon’s full glow and the presence of the stars. Azariah stood leaning against the cathedral that sat at the edge of the park, opposite to the dock and the choppy water of the ocean. He had a great view from here, standing on the highest point of the slope to see how the buildings and businesses on either side ran parallel to each other, right up until the docks.

There, he waited for an opportunity to enter the crowd, but he was quickly interrupted, first, by her presence, and second, by her cold, gentle touch upon his arm. Without turning around to see her, Azariah already casted his greeting, [color=576A8E]“Mrs. Sanguis—I wasn’t expecting to see you tonight.”[/color]

There was a moment of silence before she could speak, [color=darkred]“Azariah, there are very pressing matters that I believe I should discuss with you.”[/color]

[color=576A8E]“Straight to it, then, huh?”[/color] Azariah smirked, turning around to face her with a warming and welcoming expression. Such expression was quickly dropped once he deciphered the worry and sadness on her face. Although the two are acquainted and have established a truce between her coven and his wolf pack, that was slowly growing into a budding alliance, he still did not approach with comfort. But, perhaps it was who she is, rather than their history, that was twisted and tangled with decades of rivalry and distaste.

Ambrosia stood straight, her piercing gaze looking into his eyes with sincerity, [color=darkred]“Listen to me very carefully, because I do not have much time to explain. This friday I will be hosting an event with the [i]others[/i], and I believe it is in your best interest to make an appearance as we are facing a potential threat like no other that we’ve encountered before.”[/color]

Azariah’s face began to mimic hers, full of confusion and stress. He couldn’t deny her foretelling. Their lives were so susceptible to threats and danger that the truth in words could only ring true. He nodded, [color=576A8E]“Okay. Okay, okay. So what I’m feeling—what my wolves are feeling—it isn’t just false superstition.”[/color]

[color=darkred]“Oh, Azariah,”[/color] Ambrosia chuckled, a soft smile peeking between her somber expressions, but only for a short moment, [color=darkred]“Why do I feel that you don’t believe in your superstitions because of your self-doubt?”[/color]

Azariah rubbed the back of his neck, followed by a shy shrug, [color=576A8E]“Overconfidence can make a leader lead his people astray.”[/color]

[color=darkred]“Well, it is not false,”[/color] Ambrosia confirmed, placing another cool hand on his, [color=darkred]“He is out here somewhere, and we need to be more careful until we all meet. Things are starting to move and they are moving quickly, so you [i]must[/i] tread carefully.”[/color]

[color=576A8E]“Wait, who is [i]he[/i],”[/color] Azariah tried to get her from speaking in pieces.

Ambrosia lifted her dark, golden eyes from his, staring blankly into the distance as she began to feel the weight of her words, [color=darkred]“Lucifer. He came for them—for my coven. Lately, my dear Astrid has been receiving such constant, gruesome visions of an inevitable doom. They stayed to comfort her while I came looking for assistance, but I do not have the time to discuss with everybody, so I gave them a note to invite them to my home on friday night. I know that this strange aura cannot be denied by us and I know that [i]we[/i] all feel it stronger than any normal human would. We all play a strange role in this and I need to get to the bottom of this.”[/color] Ambrosia became more and more assertive and protective as the words came from her lips.

Azariah tried to see the clarity with her words, but the confusion still lingered, [color=576A8E]“I will be there, and I will make sure my pack is safe.”[/color]

[color=darkred]“They took her, Azariah,”[/color] Ambrosia retorted abruptly, [color=darkred]“They took one of my vampires, and I will not leave her in the hands of him. He took her and I do not doubt that he will be coming for any one of us next.”[/color] Ambrosia took a small step back, her eyes moving to his hands, [color=darkred]“I’m sorry, did I interrupt something?”[/color]

Azariah looked down, forgetting about the beautiful bouquet of flowers and pink cotton candy in his hands, arranged excellently and strategically to impress any individual. He touched one of his fingers to the bulb of a red rose, but he could picture the bloodshed of battle and the feeling of failure; the anticipation of danger came pouring into him. For a moment, he saw flashes of her—her strawberry blonde hair, her enchanting smile, and the way she gave such alluring looks—but he couldn’t deny his duty—his leadership. He looked up to Ambrosia, but she was already gone, without a trace.

Azariah glanced to the sky, seeing that the night had already taken it’s dominance. He took out his phone to send a quick text message.

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[color=576A8E] To: Ev
[indent]I’m sorry for the late reply, but it’s looking like I’ll be caught up with family shenanigans tonight. I’ll make it up to you, I [i]swear[/i] ;) Maybe we can go out for dinner soon?[/indent][/color]
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Azariah’s mind began to come together, taking her words into immediate consideration. He couldn’t quite track or speak telepathically well enough to warn the rest of his pack, so he schemed a quick plan to ensure the safety of them. [color=576A8E][i]‘Juniper’[/i][/color], he mumbled under his breath, dropping the arrangement in his hands and turning on his heel to enter the crowd of people. The first boom of the fireworks echoed as the cheer of people followed. The explosions of light flashing in the sky.[/INDENT][/INDENT]