[center][hr][b][u][h2][color=c4df9b]Alexander Karamazov Vanburen[/color][/h2][/u][/b][img]https://cdn.kassir.ru/msk/person/d6/d61ca0dab2b47fd20dbb8e30d573ff5c.jpg[/img][hr][/center]

	[color=c4df9b]"Ugh."[/color] Alexander recoiled at the disgusting remarks that their captive threw at him, who seemed to be view being entangled in chains to be an erogenous affair. However, that did not change the fact that Alex really, really, [i]really[/i] hated this kid, and tightened the chains in response to the madman's vomit inducing statements. [color=c4df9b]"Don't think I won't punch that smug little face of yours, or bash your head in."[/color], he growled at Daniel, phasing through him just to get behind the wiccan. [color=c4df9b]"It would be my pleasure to do so."[/color] With that, he tightened the chains even more. He had just a bad mood today and all of this was making it worse.

	Surely enough, though, a massive beast crashed through the wall, creating a plume of smoke. He heard his name being called, but knowing that he barely knew his half siblings, he ignored it, instead focusing his attention on Daniel, who was still in shackles.

	[color=c4df9b]"You're not going anywhere."[/color], Alexander grumbled to the young wiccan as he began to forcibly drag him towards the front door. What happened next was completely unexpected, as his chains began to heat up in an instant. It quickly became too hot to bear, and Alexander dematerialized his chains, looking up at the Spectre, who was still floating around him like some guardian angel. The entity shrugged as it pointed towards Daniel, whose arm was glowing orange. Of course he was.

	Alexander groaned in the pain of the heat, looking at Daniel with total annoyance. [color=c4df9b]"One of these days, I'm going to attach a scythe on these chains."[/color] He would then momentarily turn to a ghost before reappearing with a brand new pair of chains, intending to wrap them [i]anywhere[/i] on Daniel's body. If that failed, then Alexander will use his unarmed combat training to punch and kick Daniel to oblivion. There will be no escape!

[center][hr][b][u][h2]Raymond Salazar Vanburen[/h2][/u][/b][img]https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn%3AANd9GcQaclqGgGXV40S2bezqsWc3GgCWScrKItH0Zw&usqp=CAU[/img][hr][/center]

	This was the worst day ever.

	One thing happened after another. Everyone in the family is turning to statues, they hired some experts, there were imposters, there was a tidal wave, and... there was a weird ass cult prowling inside the mansion of their late father. And they had dogs. Very big dogs. From hell. Oh right. Hellhounds. Screw those things.

	"This is the weirdest family reunion I have ever seen.", Ray sighed as he looked on at the Hellhound with a seemingly unfazed expression. He was not one to be given over to rage, or to despair, at least for most of the time. It would even seem for a moment that he was trying to stare down the creature to submission, as he did not move an inch. Even when his clothes were dripping wet from the tidal wave from earlier, he was stalwart and true, immovable as the earth itself.

	Earth...

	As soon as Tuyen's Shadow had grown to match the Hellhound, Ray sprung into action. He had noticed that Alexander had been unsuccessful in trying to keep the wiccan boy in their custody, and he in response stomped his right foot on the ground, at which a crawling wave of stone began to creep towards Daniel's feet, intending to strike him with a pillar of rock that would emerge from the earthen floor, or at the very least throw him off balance. He then looked towards the Hellhound, and the Shadow that was matching it size for size. Concentrating, Ray would cause several rocks to be bored out of the floor, which he then sent flying towards the Hellhound at a high speed. These were no ordinary rocks either; they were rather sharp.

	And then... he winced. This power hurts to use...