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One Night in Hell Club, right outside the building.

Day 1 (Arc 2): 11am to 12pm


There wasn't really much signs that the club was open. Other than Corinna herself, there were only a handful of people outside. It was early after all... Corinna knew that, but she wasn't the type of woman who would be satisfied with sleeping all day long...

“Well we’re open now. And if you’re interested, I can help you skip the line for sure.” a man said to her as he walked towards the front door. He wasn't wearing anything that striking or even showy... In fact, his clothes were very simple, but by his smile certainly was very charming.

Even though Corinna was used in always having whatever she wanted, not even herself would expect that it would be that quick. Maybe it was indeed the right decision to wear something a bit more... striking on that day.

"So charming! Waiting outside would really kill the mood... I would love if you could do that for me." Corinna said, delicately raising her hand, in a gesture for him to take her inside and carefully watching his expression as she did that. Her hands were completely uncovered, as she wasn't wearing gloves that day.

"I know its a bit too early, but I just can't stand staying at home doing nothing at all... I'm so glad you can help me with my boredom!" Corinna said, with a kind smile.

But before she could do anything else, or even the man could answer her, a familiar chuckle interrupted them, coming from behind her.

“Aren’t you going to be in hot water with the owner for already being late? Then again, you don’t strike me as the type to mind it. Especially for a pretty woman.” the voice said, coming from seemingly nowhere.

She had already heard that voice before, but where...?

After a few seconds, the owner of the voice finally revealed itself, materializing amongst the crowd. It was the woman she met on that irritating alchemist's shop, Mrs. Quarin.

But unlike the other time, she was wearing something much more beautiful and alluring. Her clothes almost... invited others to gaze at her body, to appreciate her curves. To top it off, it wasn't only her outfit, but her movements, the mischief on her eyes, her smirk when she noticed others looking at her, her confidence... She was almost an entirely different person than the last time they met each other.

“A very pretty dress, Ms. the vibe is so different from what I first type saw you in.” she said to Corinna.

"I'm surprised to see you again, Mrs. Quarin!" Corinna said, looking to her.

"A woman has to show herself a bit now and then, right?" Corinna said, smiling and winking to her with a mischievous expression and a cute giggle, covering her mouth with her hands and her sharp fingers.

"Although... I do think darker colors fit me a bit better..." Corinna said, putting her hand on her hips, immediately drawing a lot of stares as her dress shown her leg up to her thigh.

"And what about you, Mrs. Quarin? Do you work here or maybe... you are just looking to have a bit of fun?" Corinna asked, with a mischievous grin.

Lily Quarin did say that her dress had a completely different vibe from the one she first saw Corinna, but she would never had expected that her claim was so correct. It wasn't only her dress. If she paid enough attention on Corinna's words, on the way she was moving and talking, she would perceive that it was almost like Corinna had... adjusted her personality to match the location she was right now. She was much more daring, confident, uninhibited... There was still the formal and noble tone on her voice and words, but she was much more direct...

Those subtle changes on Corinna's personality were very impactful. Especially to someone who had already met her before, such as Lily Quarin.
Seeing Corinna' changing her entire ego like only raised more questions. Those changes were subtle enough to still show some key, remarkable aspects of her personality, but impactful enough to make her look almost a different person.

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♤ Darius M Cain ♤

Arc 2, Day 1~ 3 P.M.
Darius’ office, within Ominar

There was a sharp knock on Darius’ office door. After several moments, the knob twisted then clicked open. A familiar face edged halfway inside. Afua. Her eyes flipped from one end to the other, searching for Darius. At first glance, she failed to spot him until her eyes came to rest on his desk. Lips slowly softened into a smile at the sight.

Feeling safer inside than half-way out, she finished entering the room. Her hand casually tossed her dreadlocks over her shoulder as she bumped her hips backward, the door softly clicked shut. Mindful to lock it, she pushed off it.

No one should see him like this. It would crack the image he worked so hard to establish, especially among his employees. It surprised her, really, to find him sound asleep at his desk. He look vulnerable with torso hunched over the top, an arm folded into a makeshift pillow and chest gently slumbering. If it wasn’t for the fact it would insult his pride, she would dare to call him cute.

Afua found herself relieved she found Darius. The less trustworthy would’ve taken advantage of his state and possibly end his life with a blade through his unaware head. Ending his reign in Ominar’s Entertainment District. She shuddered at the thought then reached for his shoulder.

“Baas,” she began to get his attention, “Wake up.”

As her hand made it halfway, Darius’ arm shot up. The coarse fingers tightened instantly about the wrist. Afua flinched but bit her tongue. Inside, she knew it was her own fault. She owned up to that and would bear through the punishment of her foolishness. Sluggishly Darius’ right eyelid lifted to reveal his golden iris. He momentarily sized Afua up then released his grip, allowing Afua to jerk it back. She tenderly rubbed her wrist as she broke the growing silence.

“Ag, a little rough. Was that really necessary?” Her words hinted at sudden, and needed aggression. It wasn’t the only thing that changed.

His paranoia practices had waned since his intimate connections. It was a fact that concerned the younger woman. Infatuation was one thing, but she had started to wonder if this wasn’t something more. She hoped not. Nothing against Masha, but Darius couldn’t afford the luxury.

Pushing her discomfort to the side, she forced her posture to relax. She leaned against the desk’s edge. Her arms propped her upright, waiting for Darius’ answer to her question. The necromancer’s gaze searched for the expected bullshit she felt he might sprout.

Ignoring her scrutinize, Darius righted himself in his chair. His hands began to rub away the grit in his eyes. Slowly pulling them down his muzzle, his golden eyes tightened in suspicion at her attentive concern about his well-being.

Inhaling, he tried to put those ‘concerns’ to rest.

“I’m fine. I’m just…tired.”

“And aggressive.” Afua shot back. Her smile withered into a frown at his indifferent attitude, unable to understand its origins.

His expression hardened at her words. Afua inhaled then decided to move the subject. She wasn’t going to get answers with him like this. Feeling her fingers brush a letter’s corner, her head tilted down. She gripped the unopened envelope in hand then curiously examined it. It was a familiar address, one of the Royal Blood’s lucrative business fronts, causing her to comment on its existence.

“The Royal Bloods…contacted you recently?”

Darius accepted her change of subject without resistance. His hand plucked the letter from her grip then shoved it into the top drawer. It slapped shut, keeping it out of her reach.



“It seems the Serpientes de Ouroboros have been intruding on their territory, more aggressively than normal. I’ve been requested to deal with it personally…”

“You’ve gotta be shitting me…what have the frots done this time?”

“Assaulted one of their people and nearly killed them, attempting to frame me.”

“Oh, the little bastards. I assume you clarified things with McCarthy”

“Of course. We are in still in good terms, and he knows it wouldn’t benefit me to ruin that.”

“I hate to be them when the Irishman gets his hands on them… They would be better off dead. How did he handle the news of his man?”

“Badly. I managed to dissuade him from tearing apart the Entertainment District, mostly by reminding him whose territory it was. A bloodbath is the last thing I want to clean up. Especially before the gala event tomorrow.”

“It might be happening so soon?” Afua asked shock spread along her face.

It made sense, she shortly realized, since it happened the same time every year. Seeing Darius’ displeasure at her slip up, she avoided eye contact as she pushed forward slightly.

Darius leaned back in his chair, moving on.

“Yes. This had been prearranged for nearly a month now.”

Afua’s sarcasm poisoned her otherwise earnest compliment. “They have such lovely timing.”

She stepped toward the cabinet, noting the unused coffee maker. Her eyes glanced back to him for permission. Darius gave a small nod causing her to crouched down. She began to search the cabinet’s lower storage, then considered something.

“The club’s grand opening is tonight, are you going? Are you considering it at least?”

From her peripheral vision, she caught the change in his image. A sorrow wove within Darius’ body language. It screamed in the little ticks of his ears, whiskers and even in the small way his posture lowered at her words. She had grown up to read these painful signs. It all added up to regret.

“I am, but… I’m debating on if I should skip it.”


“Personal reasons.”

Her hand slapped the mug down, causing them to clatter. She turned to face him with heavy sensation building in her core. Afua wasn’t about to ignore this as she studied him a moment.

“Darius, are you alright? Honestly. You’ve been acting rather… strange, especially lately. Forgetting brief snippets of conversations and your aggressiveness. This might be not like you.”

Instinctively, her lithe legs strode across the distance. Her palm pressed against Darius’ forehead. Disappointed at the lack of a fever, she bit the side of her mouth and sought another reason. She backed away once more.

“Maybe I should schedule another appointment with M’ve or see if Mr. Taeryn might have something.”

“I doubt M've will find anything, he hasn’t yet during the last two examinations. Nabriales, I rather not owe a favor to or waste his time.” Darius’ tone seemed resigned in his current condition, a fact that didn’t sit well with Afua.

“Do you have any idea of what might be causing it?”

“Stress, I hope. It’s the only different factor in the last three months. The other explanation is one that I seriously fear the most. If it’s true, no one could help me.”

Darius’ eyes averted from hers, lowering to his desk. His hand folded underneath his muzzle as he became lost in thought.

“I’m currently considering upgrading the security system and have a few of your eyes infest my home.”

Afua’s jaw nearly dropped.

“What? You’re not serious, are you baas? You can’t stand the scent of the better ones… why do you think this is a good idea?”

“Afua, I’m missing an hour of time now. What happens when it becomes more? I need someone I can trust to inform me about what happened during that missing time and prevent any problems.”

Those words promptly silenced her. Right now, she wanted to just beat the living daylights from his very being. This was absurd. The whole plan was, but the face he displayed nailed her heart deeply. The pain spread and burned until she could no longer stand it.

“Fine, but let it be on record I don’t like this. If it might be stress, this just makes it more important to go to the club’s opening. You need a break from all this.” Afua gestured to the desk and its contents.

Darius seemed unpersuaded by her display causing the necromancer to sigh. Realizing this conversation was hitting a dead end fast, Afua moved toward the door.

“At least consider it?”

She let her last words linger in the air before she vanished out the room. Maybe she wasn’t the only one to notice or be willing to fix it.
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Arc 2 Day 1
{One Night in Hell club | About 4 pm }

Outside the Club
@13org @Fallenreaper

Marcus looked around, trying to find Lily, after a short jump from being startled from hearing her voice so close without her being nearby. She had done that to him before, but that didn't mean that it didn't still startle him some when she did it. "Well, you know I'm a bad boy," he said with a little smile, feeling his cheeks flush slightly when he did catch sight of her. It was mightly unfair for her to look so damn good like that. "And you know that she likes bad boys."

He turned back or Corinna, catching then the sight of her hands. His blue eyes going very wide for a moment. That...that was not quite the appearance he was expecting with her face. But he couldn't deny that now that he's seen it, it didn't look out of place. He swallowed slightly, figuring if Lily was talking with her so easily, she wasn't going to be of immediate threat. Unlike Masha who might actually hurt him if he was any later. At this point in his life, things just started to go from surprising to just...whatever. Even more so the longer he worked under Masha. She seemed to draw in a very wide assortment of people. “Well this way ladies,” he said with an awkward little laugh. “You can finish this chat inside, and I won't be run through.”
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✠ Emmett Matthews ✠
❤ Olivia Matthews ❤
Clara / Erin
☀ Azulia ☀

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Arc 2, Day 1 ~ Afternoon (about 4 pm)
Clara/Erin's house, Ominar

"Níl tú ag gníomhú di ar cheart Clara. An bhfuil tú ag mothú go maith? An bhfuil sé toisc go bhfuil tú ag iarraidh dom a choinneáil ó thrioblóid?" The young woman asked while leaning over Clara’s head with a look of concern upon her face. This wasn’t the first time during three months which she honestly felt strange. The oldest woman shifted on the bed only to see that her lighter half had switched sides as well. A fairly annoying thing this human was but her concern was much appreciated.

"Cad é a chreideann tú an Erin seo? B'fhéidir go bhfuil mé ag plé go cúramach chun mo chorp a thógáil ar ais. Nó b'fhéidir go bhfuil mé ag tuirseach ag aistriú áiteanna leat i gcónaí. Slí amháin ní chreidim gurb é seo aon ábhar imní ort.“ The woman coldly remarked. In a way the woman didn’t want Erin to worry over something like homesickness.

"Fine. Bhí mé ag iarraidh a iarraidh ar mháthair an grúpa staidéir a chur ar ceal ionas go bhféadfadh tú síocháin a dhéanamh síochánta ach dearmad a dhéanamh air. Rinne mé dearmad ar an gcaoi a bhféadfadh príomhfheidhmeannach Ifrit clan a bheith.” The girl remarked. She managed to grab a fairly decent outfit last night, not to showing too much skin to make people uncomfortable but enough to show her figure, just like Corrian had taught her.

"Mar sin, an bhfuil tú ag fanacht síos anseo le breathnú géar ar d'aghaidh nó an bhfuil tú ag teacht suas staighre. Ról mo aingeal caomhnóra a imirt, amhail is dá mba leanbh beag mé fós, gur gá fanacht slán? An mbeidh sé ina thaibhse de na botúin anuas chun eagla orthu i bhfad ar shiúl uaim?" The teenager asked walking up the stairs. Clara scoffed while following.

Emmett looked around the living. In the center of the room were set up a few snacks and small tray tables for their needs. It seemed Erin’s Aunt had come prepared as usual. He wasn’t surprised because it was just as he remembered.

His arm adjusted his backpack across his shoulder while his feet shifted on the floor. He scratched at the splatter decal on his grey tee-shirt out of boredom.

Though there was nothing to be nervous about, he couldn’t help feeling the anxiety build. Emmett knew he needed to watch that. He swallowed it down as he gave Olivia a look.

His little sister had a frilly jean skirt and tights underneath, topped off with a baby blue shirt. The words ‘Girls Rock’ stretched over the font. He knew she had picked it out herself because the shirt was her favorite one.

She didn’t notice his look as she twirled her finger around the end of a braid, the tip rested on her shoulder. Emmett rolled his eyes at his sister’s distraction. At the sounds of footsteps, his head turned to spot Erin coming up from her room.

His tension melted away at his best friend’s sight. He cut the distance between them as he teased her.

“Erin, are you done in your crypt?”

"Bhuel ní raibh mé ag súil le do mug gránna a fheiceáil nuair a dhúisigh mé Emmett." Erin teased back at him. In a way, she hoped he wouldn’t remember some of the Irish words she taught him so long ago.

A familiar playfulness shined in Emmett’s expression while he gestured for Olivia to move. His sister gave him an annoyed look at being ordered about when he wasn’t her parent. She snatched her backpack, purple in color, from the couch then hopped over.

The young woman softly chuckled as she watched the siblings interact. Slowly the girl turned back towards the stairs, noting Clara’s unusual behavior being to increase by the minute. Her worried look deepened as a hand went towards the thin air. Granted to her she was touching the Ifrit’s forehead. ” No fever considering you're as warm as usual. Why don’t you go rest? Perhaps you’ll feel better after a nap.”

” I’m perfectly fine Erin. Please stop touching me.” The Licentia asked politely making the human blink. ” You’ve always wanted to play the normal human. Now is your chance. If you don’t stop then they’ll think you're insane. In the end, making sure I win.”

” Funny thing. I was beginning to think you had a heart. Guess I was completely wrong on that front. Guess you can’t teach an old dog new trick.” She remarked while going to sit down between Olivia and Emmett. In reality, this group thing wasn’t going as well as she was hoping. Though there was a huge plus in this. None of the children were fighting.

Sighing in a nearby chair, Azulia sat crisscrossed as she was looking down her school iPad. She blew her blonde and purple hair out of her face. A month before she found a place that sold hair chalk and she bought all kinds of colors. Currently in her hair was her fourth hair color, which was a light purple.

Looking over at Emmett, she leaned over to where he was sitting and showed him the math equation she was currently stuck on. The problem was |b|-5<7 and below it was a number line graph.

”Hey Emmett, you have any idea how to solve this equation. I have been stuck on it forever now” She had to admit, she was no math genius, she knew enough to pass, but there were some parts that always confused her. In front of her on the tray, sat her book which had the section she was doing. Graphing Inequalities.

“Uhhh, give me a moment to check something.”

Emmett set his book bag down and rummaged through it. He shifted the pads and pencils to one side, found his notebook. Pulling it free, he noticed the vis infused snacks Aeris had him pack. There was apples, grapes, and various other fruit with cheese and nuts. It looked innocent enough if it wasn’t for the special Vis ingredient.

Sighing, he decided to plop them on the table for himself. The others had seen him bring snacks with the understanding he had specialized needs. So not even Olivia snatched his food.

Emmett waved for her book then flipped through it to the correct chapter. He pulled Azulia’s Ipad closer for a moment before he checked for a nearly identical example.

“Alright, according to the book you to rearrange the equation until b is on a side. I think it stands for y in this case… ” He said then proceeded to explain how to solve it.

It was math way ahead of him, two years at least, but he was slowly figuring it out.

Azulia leaned over, her hands pressed together to the side of her face as her eyes followed each movement the cursor moved on her iPad. ”You are pretty smart” She complimented.

“Thanks, I guess. I still used the book mostly for it.” Emmett shrugged.

Erin chuckled as she watched, fingers grabbing the table. In reality, she wasn’t used to all of this. Friends staying over without being threatened, as if there was some other source at play here, granted that this sounded ridiculous. Slowly the girl’s fingers relaxed thought they did tighten up when something dashed behind Olivia. Her head shifted to the right as Clara’s figure jerked upwards.

"Bhí sé sin go leor aisteach. Cibé rud a bhfuil Olivia ag iarraidh a dhéanamh níor cheart í a rá. Inis di fanacht fós le Erin mar is dóigh liom go bhfuil an créatúr ina luí." The licenta remarked as she slowly moved to the left.

"Aontaigh, déan cinnte go bhfuil tú cúramach le Clara. Bíodh eagla ort ar an luch a bheith eagla ort ar rud éigin. Chun a bheith macánta níl mé ag iarraidh an fhoinse a fháil amach." Erin said as her hand slowly went towards the floor. ” Olivia whatever you do stay completely still. Emmett, can you grab an empty container in the kitchen? We need it once Clara tells me what’s going on. Azulia I need you to stay put. Keep your legs off of the ground.”

As Olivia caught a glimpse of something darting toward her foot, she jumped. Climbing up onto the crouch, she slammed hard into Emmett. His grip on the book was lost causing it to slide across the table. Snacks and drinks all spilled onto the carpet, creating a mess.

Emmett felt his emotions heighten. Already his vis extended into his shadow causing the shape to waver. He took a breath, trying to rein in his emotions like Mai and Aeris taught him. Lips thinned into a frown while his eyes glared at his sister.

“What is your problem? What’s the deal with bumping into me?”

His annoyance melted into confusion upon seeing Olivia now crouched on her seat. She looked like a cat ready to pounce. Her head peered over where she spotted the blur, appearing to search for something.

Emmett sighed.

“Hey,” His arm reached over to shake hers, “What are you looking for?”

“I saw something.”

“Saw… what?”

“Something. I’m not sure what it was. It was too small to see clearly.” Olivia’s curiosity shined through her voice as she dipped forward.

Emmett looked at her for a moment. Mentally he was evaluating if she was being serious or pulling his leg. Finally, he decided this whole ordeal was ridiculous.

“Azulia, can you help me clean this up? I don’t want to upset Erin’s Aunt.” Emmett requested while he leaned over to scoop up the platter.

He was careful to keep what was left still on it.

Nodding her head, she got up from her seat. She began to clean up the scraps of food that were around, her hand bumping Emmett’s hand and she mumbled sorry every time she did it. Gathering a somewhat dry napkin, she placed all the tiny food scraps in it.

“Stop apologizing. You’re fine.” Emmett commented as he overlooked her reactions. Still trying to not grind the crumbles into the carpet.

”Erin, where are your cleaning supplies.” She asked.

” Yeah it’s in the kitchen, underneath the sink, just please be careful. Clara do you know what we just saw?”

“A vacuum might be better, Emmett’s getting crumbles into the carpet.”

“I am not!” Emmett snapped back.

”To be honest I didn’t get a good look at it. I just know that it’s very fast.” She remarked as they all heard clattering in the kitchen.

Azulia was rumbling through the cabinets and got out disinfectant wipes, however, when she went to get up, her head immediately hit the edge of the cabinet, making a loud ‘thuck’ noise. Groaning, she held her head.

”Oooowwwwww” She sat there rubbing the sore spot.

“You alright Azulia?” Emmett's eyes looked toward the kitchen area.

”Yeah. I don't think I got a concussion. Ask me again in 24 hours” She said.

“I think your head is hard enough to prevent that. Especially with a cabinet.” Emmett countered.

Erin slowly shifted into the room to check on the Azulia. Something felt strange as if a child was playing some sort of game then again she might be seeing things due to the new meds. Something to help her have a calmer sleep and help battle depression for the month. At least that was what they said. The girl looked inside and noticed Azulia by the counter. ” I forget to warn you that mother added more things inside the counter. Some sort of decoration that,” She said with a long pause.

” Erin? Are you alright?” Inside the area was a few pictures. One show a much older looking Erin holding a young man beside her. Their rings showing as clear as day while the necklaces that Azulia had seen countless times on their daughter. The Licentia slowly placed a hand on the human's shoulder.

” Can someone please shut that. I don’t want to see that right now.” The girl remarked as Azulia would see this very small animal with Emmett’s snacks in it’s paws peeking out from the doorway.

Emmett, driven by his curiosity, drew into the kitchen with the rest of the girls. Olivia remained on the sofa. She continued to search for whatever creature had skirted underneath. The girl had little success in her efforts. Gradually she gave up as she slipped off the edge and began to follow Emmett.

“Everything alright, Erin?” Emmett asked, gently.

"Iarrann tú orm má tá mé ceart go leor Emmett ... Tá mé i bhfad ó ceart go leor. Tá mo lá breithe ag cromadh ormsa mar choinín ó iontacha. ó bhród mar a d'fhás a bolg a bhean lena n-ollphéist taobh istigh di. Bhí a gcuid ama ag sileadh as a dtuiscint nuair a chuaigh an dáta dlite níos dlúithe a chuaigh sé níos gaire. Saol amháin a cailleadh tar éis ceann eile a chruthú.”

Blinking, Azulia rubbed her eyes and looked again. When she saw she wasn't hallucinating, she stood and went towards the doorway, being slow as to not scare the creature.

The creature seemed to grin at the girl, making what sounded like happy sounds, as it dashed underneath a shelving unit. They would hear small scratches as a mouse scampered out of their original home, jumping past their feet. ” Holy shit! What the hell was that about!?”

Azulia jumped back quickly so the mouse wouldn’t touch her feet. Once the coast was clear, she knelt down near the shelving unit’s bottom. ”Hey, can one of you guys get a flash light?”

Olivia squeaked in surprise when she caught sight of the mouse darting across the floor. She back pedaled from its path as her head watched where it went. Emmett managed not to flinch. Though it wasn’t easy. His breath held in his chest as his figure tensed, mindful of his surroundings.

His eyes fell to the ground below, carefully eyeing his shadow. It didn’t even twitch much to his relief. Relaxing some, Emmett casually looked toward Erin who knew where everything was.

Erin slowly leaned towards the floor, eyes closing tightly, as a hand opened the cabinets once again. Her hand shifted inside the darkness as if she was a blind man attempting to find his way through a crowded station. A few more shifts deeper inside towards her right forced the box of pictures to fall towards the ground and spill their contents. ”Goddamn it! Why does this have to happen today!? Why can’t she fucking burn these!?” She said losing her temper for the first time in front of the group.

"Tóg an t-anáil domhain Erin. Ní féidir léi iad a dhó toisc go bhfuil siad ar leith de do threibh. Inhale, Exhale."

”I know Clara. Happy thoughts and all that bullshit. Before you ask I haven’t taken my depression pills today. Honestly I don’t want to because I need to learn to get over it. Their deaths are on my hands. Granted you were the one to kill him.” She said while trying to hold tears back.

Clara walked over and gently grasped her shoulder in a comforting manner. She hated when the parasite was like this. The woman know her lighter half was much stronger than this. Yet the girl was falling into a dark pit which the human didn’t want to come out of. Pushing the girl would cause her to go deeper into the mess, which she created on her own, making the licentia completely useless.

”Give Azulia the flashlight Erin. She can look for the creature while you calm down. Ask Emmett to get your pills from your Aunt's bathroom. We can get through this with their help. Deal?”

The human nodded as she stood. Her head continued to keep downwards as her legs moved towards Azulia. The object was placed on the floor next to the young woman.”Azulia do you think that it could be hungry? Considering that we’ve had fewer mice this year than previous ones.”

”I don't know. Perhaps it is hungry, whatever it is. Emmett, did any of those snacks survive the fall to the floor out there?”

“I haven’t found them. I was waiting for Azulia to get the vacuum when she bumped her head.”

”Well why don’t you go look dipshit. You’re just being a pain. Granted something about this scenario feels oddly familiar. The last thing that made this type of chirping was a few creatures back home. I wonder if it will.” The woman remarked out loud, Clara briefly taking hold before retreating back.

“And how about you learn some manners, instead of being a jerk.” Emmett shot back.

He slipped back into the living room. His figure lowered to one knee and found his small stash. The bag was torn wide open with a small crumbles trail left in the thief’s wake. Emmett frowned as he carefully gathered what was left then rose upright on his feet again.

“It ate quite a bit…”

Emmett answered, making his way back into the kitchen. His hand held up the nearly half-eaten bag. Annoyance filled his expression because he knew Aeris wasn’t going to be happy about this. These were supposed to prevent him from getting hungry. Now he refused to touch them, even if the animal was clean.

”That’s not good.” Erin mumbled quietly.

The team would hear more chirping as the creature scampered inside the wall. A few shifts, as if it was trying to decide where to go, as if it was playing a game of hide and seek. A light tapping inside the kitchen confirmed the feeling. The creature nibbled on the snacks in its paws while it shifted its head back and forth. As if to clean away the crumbs that clung to the face. A small sound like a hiccup cause a small puff of smoke to signal the hunters of its position, granted if any went to investigate it would be completely gone once more.

“You think? I hope I don’t get hungry before Aeris picks us up or this could be very bad.”

Emmett grumbled, he was still irritated by Erin’s earlier comment. He plopped the remains on the kitchen counter. Within Sight. Though it wasn’t a heavy loss, it still irked him.

”Emmett please calm down. We’re not sure if it grabbed all of the snacks.” The young woman remarked as she stood upwards. A hand grasping Clara’s shoulder in order to help with balance making the cold-hearted woman stand still. The lighter half crept towards the pictures, quickly picking them from the ground.

“I’m sure it’s going to be all right. We can call Aeris and see if she will bring more?” Olivia piped up.

Her hand touched Emmett’s arm in an attempt to reassure him. The boy allowed it, grudgingly. It was about this time a loud sound rustled throughout the cabinets. Olivia’s lips turned into a lopsided frown while she held out her finger for Emmett to stay put.

She walked over to investigate… only to find the cabinet empty.

“What the…”

Olivia began then broke out into a small coughing fit. She used a hand to wave the smoke away, seeking fresh air to breath in.

Azulia went to Olivia and patted her back to calm her coughing fit. This was really confusing to the young teen. Being new to all these creatures. She didn't have a damn clue of what to do. Seeing Olivia's coughing fit calm down, she smiled and stopped.

Olivia’s eyes blinked away the water collected at the edges. The back of her hand wiped them to clear her vision. After blinking a few times, she nodded her thanks toward Azulia. Her hand shifted to her throat, rubbing it a bit, while she considered what she saw.

Azulia's eyes looked around the kitchen. She was hopeful it might give her clues about what they were dealing with, but she got nothing.

Thinking of what to do in this situation, she tapped her chin. There was only one way to find out what it was. The creature had to be lured out.

Turning her attention to her surroundings, she knelt by the hole and flashed her light in it. She found herself meeting eyes with the strange creature.

Olivia became distracted when she spied Azulia keeling down. Curious, she stood behind the older girl.

”Hey little guy” Azulia cooed softly tapping her finger on the ground to lure it out. ”You can come out, nobody will hurt you”

Shardsheek glared at the half breed, eyes narrowing as if attempting to see something in the new person’s mind, then poofed smoke on the girl’s face. It’s figure running inside the pre-made tunnels heading into the basement.

”Shardsheek!” Clara shouted.

”Shardsheek? Clara, what in the world is a Shardsheek?”

”Devil Monkey from my world. The thing has Phoenix-like reincarnation.”

Olivia had once more backed up, avoiding the smoke this time.

Yet, Emmett’s eyebrow raised at Erin’s reaction. He looked from the cupboard then back to his friend, debating on his wording.

“And how do you know this? That thing doesn’t look like anything from around here.”

Emmett’s tone would be familiar to Erin. It was one that indicated he wasn’t taking her excuses or silence for an answer. She would also find clobbering him much more difficult now than last time. Casually he placed his hands into his pockets as he walked toward Erin, his chest puffed out.

“Well? What's your answer?”

”Because I know this. The boy is beginning to get on my nerves now. How about I finally introduce myself to them?” Clara remarked in a smartass tone making Erin shift in discomfort.

” How about not and say we did, Clara. You know half of this is your fault. If you would have kept your mouth shut like you promised none of this would have happened. Besides who names their pet Shardsheek!? Why would you keep a pet anyways!? You most likely abuse the poor thing.”

“Erin. Do you know how much effort I had to catch that thing in the first place!? Those things are fucking fast as babies without their mother chasing your ass. It took me three days to catch that thing with its parents trying to kill me. Not adding it's to show how strong I am to the clan. Just like how I hurt Charles all the time.” She said with a frown.

Erin glared to her left. In reality, she knew this was how Clara acted but in another way she did expect better from the licentia. ”Fine. Have it your way. The reason I know is because I share a body with someone else, Emmett. If you want to meet her just ask.”

Emmett was getting used to Erin talking with herself, but now it wore at his patience. The shadow underneath him flickered then wavered slightly. He barely realized Olivia had placed her hand on his shoulder. It drew Emmett’s attention and distracted him from his anger, dissipating it.

“Let me properly introduce myself, Clara. I’m Olivia Matthews, and it’s nice to meet you finally.”

She extended her hand to shake Erin’s. Seemingly obvious to certain facts as she attempted to ease the tension within the room.

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♪♫ Lily Quarin ♫♪

Arc 2, Day 1-Night
One Night in Hell (Nightclub section), Entertainment District in Ominar

In the background, the nightclub seemed to have picked up. The DJ, from what Lily could tell, was doing an excellent job driving the crowds into a frenzy. Electrical neon lights darted through the entrance, bathing the nearest patrons with its inviting display. The rhythm oozed from the club creating an intoxicating draw. The vibration of the music fed Lily’s confidence and drove her eagerness to return to her passion, her foot subtly tapped to it.

Lily’s smile widened at being acknowledged by Corrina. Truthfully, the siren believed the younger woman had forgotten her. It had been three months after all.

“Every girl on a night on the town needs some embellishment, and you’ve done a wonderful job on yourself. And yes, I’m working a singing gig here. It took a few favors, but it was worth since my rock star days.”

Though Lily had only met Corinna once, her mind observed the woman’s behavior. Her gut stirred slightly causing her to make notes about the odd change in mannerisms. Part of Lily wanted to explain it away with the nightclub setting, but it seemed the changes were too drastic. It was hard to place exactly what bothered the older Licenti about Corinna’s display.

Her attention turned to Marcus’s comment next.

“I agree. Come on, it’s no fun staying out here.” Lily commented then gestured for them to follow Marcus.

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Corinna couldn't help but to let out an amused smirk after he saw Marcus' expression when he saw her hands. It was always so fun to see the look on their faces, their reaction... It was simply so amusing the way he looked at her... The fact that Lily was being rather friendly with her might have made him a bit less 'alarmed' by Corinna's unusual appearance, but it was still amusing nonetheless.

"Be careful... I do bite..." Corinna said, with a mischievous smirk and a giggle, looking towards Marcus after he said for both her and Lily to get in. Her giggle made it look like she was just teasing him, but her expression, her mischievous eyes certainly passed a strange feeling. Was she flirting with him? Was she just joking and teasing him? This small commentary almost urged you to look at her hands once again, her sharp, dangerous fingers and nails.

Turning back to Lily with a curious expression, Corinna asked about what she had just said about singing.

"I didn't knew you could sing, Lily! I am surely looking forward to hearing you sing!" Corinna said, smiling innocently towards Lily.

"I wont lie... I'm a bit excited... It's been some time since I got out at night... Will you guys show me around?" Corinna asked, following both Marcus and Lily inside the club.

"It shouldn't be that bad for a girl to loosen up, and have some fun, once now and then, right?" Corinna asked, with a giggle and a mischievous smile.
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Location: One Night In Hell
Time:Day 1 (Arc 2)

Another day of being with the old gang and for once Killian’s nervous was completely shot. Once again Tiara Dunne was attempting to fill his mind with unwanted things. Trying to place doubts within his relationship with Emma. Granted that this word seemed foreign. Almost unreal when it comes to the present events. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to tell her. This was just one of several rules of that fox’s game.

A lingering sense of danger seemed to flood the young man as his figure continued to get ready for the night life. The nightclub was a simple job yet there was always some sort of trouble lingering within the darkness. Always there as if to tingle every nerve of fear. A single sigh escaped his lips before the guy placed another french fry inside his mouth.

For once the human wished for the night to end. The call into work wasn’t unexpected considering who all worked there. Yet the urge to work on his normal income had struck hard and now here he was inside the car getting ready to leave. Go figure this would happen. Killian grumbled to himself and opened the glove apartment, grabbing the gun that was ‘assigned to him’ by the gang. He double checked the clip just in case there wasn’t any ammo inside. Thankfully there was a full clip making things much easier.

The African american turned the key after placing the gun inside it’s holder.Now that he was ready it was time to drive to the club. With a prayer that his new boss won’t note the extreme tardiness. Than again that woman was rather odd. Considering she seemed almost always keen towards her employees. Hopefully nothing eventful would happen today. If so nothing...unwanted.
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Marcus caught himself just after he turned and smiled. “That's fine with me,” he said with a smirk. And normally that was true, but maybe not so much with her. But that would be something to be addressed later. Or possibly never. He was good enough at flirting with no purpose that wasn't always easy to identify when he was doing so with sincerity or not.

“I'd love to chat more, but I've got work to go to, I'm sure I'll see you ladies around.”

He caught sight of one of the waitresses as he was going towards the back and gestured her over to him. “Hey, Rebeca,” he called to the ginger girl.

She turned from her trip back to the bar, smiling sweetly at him. “Marcus,” she said, though it was more a question of what he wanted just then.

He merely smirked and nodded his head back towards Lily and Corianna behind him. She looked past him and nodded, changing her direction and headed over that way.

“Lily,” she said with a friendly smile once she was close. “And Lily’s friend,” she went on looking at Corianna with a smile that was not just a fake customer service smile, but something rather genuine.
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Arc 2, Day 1-Night
One Night in Hell (Nightclub section), Entertainment District in Ominar

He caught sight of one of the waitresses as he was going towards the back and gestured her over to him. “Hey, Rebeca,” he called to the ginger girl.

She turned from her trip back to the bar, smiling sweetly at him. “Marcus,” she said, though it was more a question of what he wanted just then.

He merely smirked and nodded his head back towards Lily and Corianna behind him. She looked past him and nodded, changing her direction and headed over that way.

“Lily,” she said with a friendly smile once she was close. “And Lily’s friend,” she went on looking at Corianna with a smile that was not just a fake customer service smile, but something rather genuine.

Upon entering the club, Lily was bombarded by the scene inside.

Electric lights of greens, blues, and pinks carved through the nightclub. They strobed from one side to the other, dispersed by the hazy smoke, skimming across the masses below. All gathered for a sinfully good time. Sweaty bodies of various patrons heightened the club’s temper as they bounced to the music. It vibrated throughout the walls, drowning everyone in the beat until it took control.

Lily Quarin thrived in this type of atmosphere. If it wasn’t for the fact she had been in it already and gotten her fix, she wouldn’t have been able to contain her excitement. God, how much she missed it. A mixture of her vanity and fear had long ago ruined the experience for her until now. A giddiness spread through her veins, igniting her nerves into life. It spread like a building need, waiting for her to release it.

Motivated by her own enthusiasm, the energy erupted from her movements. Her legs carried her toward the stage as one of the band members held out his hand. Upon helping her onto the stage, he passed her the microphone.

“Nice to have you back, the crowd’s getting restless.”

Lily chuckled, then answered.

“I can tell, so let’s relieve them of that. Shall we?”

The man nodded his head. He stepped back as his hand jerked at the DJ, cueing at the man to turn things up. Lone Digger by Caravan Palace began to play through the speakers. Excitement built into her core before it spread to her throat. Soon, everyone was lost in the words she sang. Subtly, her right foot tapped alongside the rhythm to nudge her into motions unused in years.

While she continued to sing, her eyes caught someone small and lithe girl darted through the crowds below. Unable to cease her performance, Lily hoped another staff member might have noticed it.

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Marcus was really charming. Corinna herself wasn't sure if he was indeed flirting with her or if he was just messing around. As they entered the club, Corinna was awestruck by the atmosphere. Too distracted absorbing all the information her enhanced senses were providing her, Corinna simply followed them, her eyes darting from one place to another, looking everything as a mischievous smile crept up across her face.

The avalanche of information was almost too much for Corinna to take in just one go. Bright and colorful neon lights, turning on and off, making quite the light show. The vibrations from the loud, but quite catchy and pleasant music were intensified by the bodies of the other clients inside, bouncing around together with the beat in a primal, almost instinctive way.
The slightly sweet scent of the hazy smoke that flooded the room, mixed with others scents such as sweat, saliva, bodily fluids, alcohol & etc. were almost... intoxicating for Corinna. Her predatory instincts mixing up with the many sensations she was feeling... Desire, hunger, excitement, lust, made her a bit more disinhibited and less worried about keeping up her 'inoffensive' appearance. That would be quite the night...

“And Lily’s friend,” Marcus' voice yanked her out of her almost trance-like state, making her pay attention to the ginger waitress that was near them.

"I'm sorry... I got a bit lost with the atmosphere~!" Corinna said, with a giggle. As she did so, her fangs shown under her smile, reflecting the neon lights from the club. It was quite clear that Corinna was a bit more loose now than before, be that good or bad...

Apparently, she wasn't the only one excited about all that. Lily was almost bursting with excitement. It was almost like if that place was made to her. The way she walked, her voice, her expression, something on her told Corinna that she felt at home on that place, and the way she walked to the stage left absolutely no doubts about that.

As Lily started singing, Corinna simply started to move together with the beat and Lily's voice, letting her body and instincts take her away. The music, the smells, the lights... it was all so... intoxicating, so intense... It was most certainly quite the view, as Corinna danced. Her skintight dress accentuating her beautiful body, and to make it even worse, the seductive stares she was inadvertently throwing towards others who looked at her, be they man or woman, made her even harder to ignore.

Not even Corinna herself knew if she was just having fun or if she was 'hunting'. She simply let her desires and instincts control her, as she continued to dance.
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(Arc 2)Day One

The screeching rumble of a passing train shaking the home woke Damian from his slumber with a start, glowing violet eyes flashing open in fear as his gaze swept across the scene before him. The room before him was little to look at, with peeling wallpaper and the thick smell of mold hanging in that air, the only light present came trickling in from the window. And yet, it proved no less frightening to Damian in this moment. With a shaky breath, Damian made his way out of bed, wincing slightly as the rotted floorboards let out a agonized groan in protest to his weight. He waited a moment longer, staying alert for any signs of movement in response to the sound.

When the coast seemed clear, Damian let out a breath he hadn't quite realized he'd been holding before making his way over towards the window. Peering through the blinds at the dismal view of one of the cities railway tracks, he noticed something a bit upsetting after studying the position of the sun.

"Fuck, I'm going to be late!" Damian let out a short curse, as he rushed away from his window, giving no heed to the noise he made as he flung open the door to his room, entering an equally unimpressive living room, a radio blurting out some news in the background as an unconscious form lay sprawled along the only couch in the room. Damian tried to hurry out the rest of the way to the door, and had the door nearly fully opened when he heard a sudden 'swishing' sound cut through the air. Before he could even think, Damain quickly ducked to the side, expecting to see a black claw speeding by. However, it proved to be little more than common knife, which ended up planted within a neighbors door across the hallway. Damian gaze drifted from the thrown projectile to a set of stairs right next to it, considering making a break for it. 'Maybe he's not up yet. It could always just be a reflex to the noise.' This vain hope was ended quickly as a gravelly voice growled out from behind him, the mere sound of it causing Damain's body to freeze stiff.

Stop making so much goddamn noise, you little shit." Damian's uncle slowly readjusted himself into a sitting position, holding his head in what looked like a vain attempt to hold back the pain from the hangover he was obviously suffering from."What the fuck are you even still doing here, I though you had left for that one job with that fruity drug dealer? Don't tell me it took you that long to recover from last night's scuffle."

'Which means he's irritated. . . shit.' Damian thought, fidgeting nervously with the edge of his shirt as he wondered what his Uncle would say next. The man was never easy to predict, as his mood seemed to be attached to a hair trigger at all times. One moment he could seem entirely fine,even at ease, and the next he seemed so enraged that all it took was one wrong word to set him off. Last night he had been the latter of the two, and Damian could still feel the aches and pains from last night's 'scuffle' quite clearly, even if there were no outward markings of the event. The perk of his Nightwalker blood, tho it never truly felt like one when dealing with his uncle. "I-i d-don't feed as often as much as y-y-you do, sir."

His Uncle scoffed at the excuse, but went back to reclining reaching for a nearby bottle of vis-infused alcohol that seemed to be about half full of the potent drink. "Whatever, just get out of here already. If you lose out of this job Darius hooked you up with, I doubt that either of us will get off it scott-free, and trust me that whatever shit Darius gives my way will come your way to." With that threat left hanging in the air, the black-haired man chugged the wrest of his drink before tossing the bottle behind him.

Seeing that the conversation was now over, Damian was quick to exited out the door, making sure to shut it gently so as to not risk further irritating his uncle. He also made sure to remove the knife from his neighbors door, shoving it into a nearby pocket for now before he quickly made his way down the nearby stairs, trying to chart a quick route to One Night in Hell in his head as he quickly rushed down the steps, three at a time. Thanks to his Uncle's little speech, he likely wouldn't be able to make it to the train, which mean that if he wanted any chance of making it to the club with a semblance of punctuality, he'd have to take a variety of back alleyways in his shadow form, which was much faster than his human. A route he hated for the tendency of it being filled with less than sound of mind Licentia prowling around for an easy target, around this time was the likely start of said prowling to begin. Still, if he was fast enough, maybe he'd get lucky and wouldn't be harassed by any of them, or at least could outrun any of the ones that did notice him.

Damian would enter One Night in Hell through one of the buildings vents, the dark streak of shadow being hardly noticeable within the darkened room, and any who could possibly see him having long lost themselves to the pounding beat of the music, especially with the enchantingly melodious tones of Lilith's singing holding most enraptured in awe. The banging of the club also hid the banging sound that echoed out of the vent Damian had come from, as the Licentia that had been chasing him the past quarter block attempted to one lat futile attempt to grab at it's prey before finally leaving. Damian himself had taken human form in an empty booth nearby, letting out a breath as he did so.

Once he had managed to get his bearings and calm himself down from the chase, Damian got up and made his way towards the staff section of the club. As he made his way around the less active patrons of the club, earning more than a few curious looks as he did so before they went back about their business, he felt a slight chill go through him. His eyes shifted from green to violet as he began sweeping the dance floor, his Vis sense having picked up on a rather distinct signature. Scanning the mesh of moving bodies on the dance floor, it took him little time to spot who he was looking for.


Her outfit was quite different this time when compared to her visit to Victorious Secret, but he'd have easily been able to recognize her after the utter fiasco their first meeting had been. He'd been trying to avoid thinking about it over the past couple days, but seeing her now left him quite shaken. Why is she here? Does she know I work here? Had she grown tired of waiting? And if she did, for what? Payback . . . or . . .? This and other thoughts swirled in Damian's head before he settle himself with a deep breath, shaking his head clear of any further paranoid ramblings. Your over-thinking this, Damian. It's just a coincidence. forget about it and get to work before Masha fires you. His mind made up, he continued on his way towards the staff section, though he remained unable to cast one more glance in Corinna's general direction, once more thinking back to what had occurred in Victorious Secret.

'Maybe I should tell Masha to have someone keep an eye on her. . . just in case.'
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