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Hour of Darkness: Part One (Ever & Euphemia)

Seems simple in explanation. I think it's worth trying out. We can work on it through PM's if you like. I would like to try at least once.

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Hour of Darkness: Part One (Ever & Euphemia)

Not certain what is collaboration posting is but I am I down to try. As for you being out of town take your time and enjoy your weekend. Real life is far more important. I shall be here when you return. ^^

Hour of Darkness: Part One (Ever & Euphemia)

I changed Eli's middle name to Christophe.

Hour of Darkness: Part One (Ever & Euphemia)

E L I A S (E L I)

New York City, 2018

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^{Palazzo, 10:45pm}

There were a good number strategies foruming in Eli's head but none of them would have any substance until he gained further information from his newly acquired prisoner. Eli cursed mentally as he pushed forward down the hall. The blood from his earlier encounter had finally dried but his hands were stilled stained. He looked down at them, gripping them into a fist. Hunter had placed them in a undesired predicament. If he had just left the angel after subduing her, Eli would only be looking at a formal address from the seraph's archangel. They would chastise Eli of course for not being able to control his subjects. However the undertone would be that they would overlook the transgression and continue to maintain their current relationship. Unfortunately his left hand, who knew their political climate hadn't made the smart decision and Eli could not figure out why. He turned a corner the vampire in question coming into view. Hunter was standing there in his disheveled suit with a few cuts spamming his hands and cheeks. He was obviously healing and drinking a glass of blood to speed up the process. Eli stepped in front of Hunter looking him over.

"Well..." He began. "...you look like merde." Hunter smiled at Eli's words. He knew he did not look at his top forum, yet after the encounter he had had who could blame him. "Well I met the woman of my dreams..." He pointed towards the glass. "...and she turned out to be a hellion." He quipped back. Hunter took another sip of his drink. He knew that Eli was not here to trade barbs. Xander had left here a while ago just before giving him a tongue lashing about his actions. He was certain that the aide had already updated Eli on the current situation. Which left Hunter to fill in the details. Xander had demanded earlier to know why he had brought the Seraph into custody. He wanted a logical conclusion where Hunter left the angel to stew in her wounds til she was retrieved. Even her death would have been far more preferable in Xander's eyes. Hunter disagreed he had happened upon the dispute by chance, but found opportunity.

Eli had charge him with an investigation on a new drug called heat that had hit the streets. Humans, as well as vampires were turning up dead and the lycans were suspected to be the cause. The lycan alpha was looking for a way to change the scales of power and Eli thought the new drug was apart of that plan. That was how Hunter had happened upon the one side scuffle. He had gain intelligence that one of the dealers for heat frequented a particular club called Nova. It was a hot spot in town, many vampires used it as hunting grounds. So Hunter knew no one would be suspicious if he came to the club for some entertainment. His plan had been simple. He would lounge around the club til the target was spotted. Hunter would then follow him back to his holdings and eventually back to the supplier. That had been the plan but then...she had come along. At first Hunter had thought it was just a dispute between mortals. He had seen this multiple times over the centuries and generally he left it to the police to handle.

What had changed his mind from walking away had been two things. One he realized that the group attacking were vampires and not just any vampires. The marks on their necks had told him they were Elandria's bloodline. The second reason had been because the one giving them a thrashing wasn't normal either. She was an angel and not just any class. She was a guardian, most likely Michael's clan. Hunter should have left the young whelps to receive their beating, they most likely deserved it. However if Elandria found out that her children hurt or even killed by someone who is not one of their own. She would use this to undermine Eli and call the thirteen bloodlines. The last thing his master needed was another power play to deal with. Not with the lycans being an even more pressing threat. So Hunter stepped in. He first detangled the younglings from her grasp. They quickly left and that was when they real fun had begun. Hunter could only describe her as one thing. A Valkyrie. The way she pulled out her weapons. Held her blades and even moved. It was like they had engaged in elegant dance.

She was a skilled fighter, for every wound Hunter gave her. The angel repaid him in kind. They moved fast pivoted using the terrain to its peak. Hunter had kept most of his attacks to a surface wound. He hadn't wanted to kill the seraph just subdue her. Since the beginning of the fight he had studied and tested her strength. Making sure he matched her skill, speed and vitality. Hunter had been so certain he had the fight in his control but he underestimated one thing. Strategy. She had had a plan. One that had nearly wounded Hunter gravely. The angel had seen an opening and seized it. Jumping on Hunter's back she pulled out two dagger and stabbed him. The pain surged through the back of Hunters chest. He tried to grab her to pull her forward, but she only dug in. Without any other option he pivoted back and rammed her against the building. However Hunters new lead was short lived as she pulled out her wings. She the force of the to free herself, flip him over onto his back. That was when he notice the weapon angling down towards his chest for the kill. Hunter knew he could no longer hold back anymore. He grabbed the angel by the throat, knocked her weapons away, stood up and used his head to knock her out.

Once she was out cold Hunter dropped her to the ground. His first thought had been to leave her for another angel to find. One would happen upon her eventually and Hunter figured it would be best if he was nowhere near when that happened. He had already underestimated one seraph tonight he didn't need to deal with another. Especially when he was wounded, bleeding and not at his peak. He needed blood to heal and that was back at the palazzo. Hunter turned away from the scene he had taken a few steps forward and then stopped. He turned around looking back at the angel. Humans and vampires were turning up dead from this new drug. The side effects after preliminary testing had shown that the drug made the user stronger, faster and for vampires more powerful. The only thing in legend that was said to do that was angel's blood. Hunter looked at the seraph. He knew that there would be hell to pay if he did this but he could not pass up the opportunity for answers. He scooped her up and brought her back to the palazzo. It had seemed like a good idea at the time. Now staring down the future wrath of his king, Hunter was not so certain.

So instead of making excuses he gave Eli the only detail that would be important to him. "I think that the lycan's are using Seraph's blood to make the drug heat ." That statement alone got Eli's attention. "Are you certain?" Hunter nodded. Eli cursed. He now understood why Hunter had grabbed the angel. He wanted to use her blood to cross reference with the samples of the drug. Now he really could not let the her go. "If you are wrong about this Hunter..." Eli grabbed the vampire's glass knocking back the rest of the remains. "I know Eli there will be hell to pay." He took the glass back pointing him towards the entrance of the interrogation room. Hunter hadn't allowed anyone to speak the angel yet. Not even himself, he left that honor to Eli. "Oh and Eli tell my wildcat I will always remember our night fondly." Eli growled as Hunter saluted him with the empty glass. He really did not like the suggestion in his servants tone. The last thing he needed was for Hunter to throw on the charm and seduce an angel.

They had way more pressing matters to deal with. He moved towards the door pushing it open. Eli stepped in, than closed the exit behind him. He fully expected a volatile prisoner when he entered. However what he had not expected was to see such a tiny figure occupying his interrogation room. This was the seraph? Hunter hadn't described her yet now he could see why he found her fascinating. She was beautiful. Her eyes were blue and so vivid. Almost as if they could bewitch you if you looked away. The curls in her hair shaped around her face in a way that made her seem soft and elegant despite the bruises she carried. Eli was almost tempted to touch her but he fought it. Instead he walked past her and took control. "My name is Eli Jarac De'Vol." He began taking one of the two chairs across the table that was present in the room. "I am the king of this coven. Unfortunately..." He paused, motioning to the chair for the angel to take a seat. "...you are my prisoner and I cannot let you go." Eli had no idea his introduction was irrelevant, nor the shock that was about to enter his eternal life.

Hour of Darkness: Part One (Ever & Euphemia)

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Hour of Darkness: Part One (Ever & Euphemia)

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Hour of Darkness: Part One (Ever & Euphemia)

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Hour of Darkness: Part One (Ever & Euphemia)

ELI DE'VOL

__________________________________________________________ (Date if birth) – July 27, 1700 _______________________________________________ Age 318 | ♀ _______________________________________________ Physical Profile ___________________________________ [+] //Vitals: • Height | 5'11 • Weight | 190 lbs • Hair Colour | Black • Eye Colour | Blue (but can turn black) Abilities, Skills and Resources ___________________________________ [+] //Abilities, Physical Skills: • Supernatural Abilites | Dark Arts: Eli can can utilize the Dark Art of void and chaos. This art of magic is specific to his bloodline as a vampire. Chaos allows Eli to pull from the chaotic nature of the world and use it to increase his own power, hex, curse a victim of his choosing. This is a very complex power because Eli can easily make his victim lives a misery or go insane. It is not a gift he uses lightly. Void is the power that pulls from the depths of oblivion. It allows the user like Eli to harm the soul physically and psychologically. Eli can do this by either ripping the soul out from his victims leaving them in the void until there is nothing left. He can also use it to hurt his victims body severing limbs and leaving them in the void and attaching them when he sees fit. His abilities also cancel out a certain levels of magic. The Dark art of void takes decades to master and can only be used by a being who has voided out their emotions. Once they have they can turn their emotions on and off at will. Eli's immortal father Allucard also had these abilities. Mind Compulsion Mind Compulsion is an ability of vampires. Eli has this ability as well he can compel any human or vampire to do what he commands. Compelled beings usually follow the instructions given to them by the vampire who compelled them to the best of their ability, sometimes even those that would otherwise be beyond their "normal" capacity (i.e. being forced to forget a very recent and otherwise unforgettable experience, cause them to develop new skills, and even create new personalities). Needless to say, this ability plays a vital role in keeping the existence of Vampires. Eli being of the Udinov bloodline has the abilities of a pure blood vampire, because of this he can control vampires older than himself as well as the clan heads that serve him. Dream Manipulation Eli can mentally create and control dreams of both humans and immortals. He can also produce and modify dreams, bestow nightmares or lucid dreaming is tied to whether their target's minds are weaker, defenseless, unaware. Other effects of this ability is the distortion of reality and people being trapped in the dream. It is easier to get into a vampire's, demons or angel's head if they are defenseless, hurt or mentally defeated. • Physical Skills | Eli possesses power that surpasses that of most vampires; he is physically strong enough to cut through stone with little difficulty, and has often overpowered Lycan or demons much larger than himself. Eli is extremely agile, able to jump to great heights, or even to balance on a moving objects. Furthermore, he is able to channel his power into various physical objects, ranging from his guns to the air itself. Eli can seemingly instantly heal from or endure any wound; even the most angels, witch demon and Lycans are surprised when he virtually ignored their attacks on him. Purifications has virtually no effect on him but this does not pertain to his vampire blood. There are other reason Eli keeps such vitality to himself. • Powers Listed | Supernatural physical abilities such as super strength, reflexes, coordination, speed, resilience and stamina, regeneration (Healing) and heightened senses. Dark Arts

Personality: ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Eli at first glance, looks like a cool indifferent individual. At times he is a man of few words but strong determinations. Then there are times where he can be very is incredibly curt, and will verbally spar with even the most powerful of foes especially when rubbed the wrong way. Though most of the time he is seemingly unflappable, never seeming to be outwardly fazed by anything, whether he's being attacked by demon in closing it's jaws on him from behind or a Lycan trying to rip off his head. Eli can seem at times to be uncaring, or even callous. However, he actually has a very strong sense of right and wrong, he prefers to fight fair and can be counted on to do the right thing, even if he is making quips the entire time. He has a strong sense of loyalty to his coven and because of predecessor a resolve to fulfill his duty as leader. He drinks blood like any other vampire but does not participate feeding off unwilling victims. He finds it distasteful. Eli is pessimistic, always has a plan for everything, leaves nothing to chance, and will do everything necessary to reach his goals regardless of the cost. Which at times is hard because he must bend his own code. History ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Count Eli de Vol was born on July 27th in the year 1700, to his proud parents the Count & Countess Jer de Vol. He was raised with his two younger siblings in the their French estates in the countryside. As the tenth heir to his father’s title, Eli was raised and educated from a young age to fulfill his duty to his family and country. He knew that like many of his social class that much was expected of him. Eli would push his family’s endeavors by making political and business connections, as as eventually finding the right Lady to marrying. It was all in the cards for him. Unfortunately the cards had not shown him her. Eli’s family owned vast lands but the estate connected belonged to his father’s good friend. He was a peer of the realm like his father who had young daughter a year younger than Eli. The first time the young boy had met her they had became fast friends with Eli at times leading them on adventures or the both of them tricking the nanny into giving them extra treats. Their friendship was a strong one an a vast source of strength for him over the years. When Eli left for school at the age of twelve he continue to write her even though their parting had been painful for him. The letters help him maintain his resolve to complete school and make his family proud. Years past and eventually they lost touch until he came to london for a season with a group of his peers. It was his first year after finishing schooling and Eli was given his first bachelor lodgings. One of his mates from school who was a second son to a earl joined him in town. On the first planned soiree of the season Eli and mates attended the festivities for the evening. His parents and younger sister attended for the even, only to have two another guest in attendance in their party for the evening. One was his father best mate and the other was her. Eli at first hadn’t recognized her but after taking studying look at the beauty, he was certain. It was his childhood friend but no no longer was she a young girl but a beautiful woman. However Eli was not the only one who noticed his mate immediately asked for a introduction and that was all that she wrote. After that evening his friend had gained a right to pursue her. He took her carriage rides, picnics in the parks and escorted her on various events. Eli who had fallen hard and fast for her the moment he realized his friend desired to pursue a claim had stepped aside. The only time he had seen his old childhood companion was at dinner parties when they were seated together and when his mother had pushed him to entertain her with strolls in the park. During those brief moments of privacy they discuss old adventures at her home and what she had been up to in the years since their last letters. They had been charming discussion but Eli had never overstepped the mark even though he wanted to. Though on the first bloom of spring the footing would be pulled from right under him. His school mate had asked for her hand in marriage and it was accepted. Eli inwardly had been devastated but supported the match of both of his friends. However two people had noticed his plight. His father and her father. They had know for a very long time that he had harbored feelings for childhood friend. They encouraged him to tell her and convince her to break things off with his mate. Eli search for the answers to this dilemma. He knew himself or his mate would be hurt by this action but he had to try. So he sent a note to her to meet him in the gardens after nightfall. Eli waited in the gardens for a good portion of the evening. She never came but it would not be until the morning he would know why. His father had sent a footman with a note for him to come to the townhome immediately. When he had arrived he had learned why she had never came that night. Her father had found her in her room the next morning dead strangled. Murdered. They never found the man responsible and his school mate stood by her father echoing the grieving fiancee. Grief took over Eli and for years after he would never truly recover. He knew from the moment he had seen her again she had been the one and no other would ever do. He went off the rails for a while drinking, whoring, and fighting whatever was destructive to himself he did it. It took years and his father's death for him to find his footing again. When the Count died and Eli took over he knew he had a duty to fulfill and even though he was dead inside at least he had a purpose. He continued push the wealth of his family and even gained entry in the kings secret service. Eli served his country well but it was his last mission that would end his service and mortal life completely. He had been in the city for little over a year. Eli had been pursuing a lead on the third branch smuggling operation that was beginning to leak into london. If the operation began to grow any larger that begin to hurt legitimate shipping companies. His information had lead him into the heart of he beast. There he gained all the evidence to push for an arrest in for the group responsible. He took the evidence to his superior but before he could see the fruit of his labors. Eli was shot, one of the men peers he had not seen among the operations of that night was also in the kings secret service. His own superior had ordered his death to cover up his involvement before it could linked. The only man who could do this was Eli. After being left for dead in a alleyway Eli faded into death but a shadowed whispered in that darkness. It spoke to him demanding him to either live or die. Eli wanted to be with her but his duty and vengeance demanded he live. He gave in and when he woke Eli was changed. That was when he met the man who change him. His name was Allucard Udinov. He was one of the few remaining pure-blood vampires. However unlike many of his kin he stood at the top of the pyramid. He was their leader of the coven. The king persay and he had chosen and claimed Eli as his son. Allucard then help Eli gain vengeance on those who had taken his life and after he trained him. It took years for Eli not to be resentful towards Alucard for what he had done and even more years for him to look at the man as a father. When he finally had Alucard revealed his true agenda. He had made Eli the only child of his bloodline to replace him as the head of the coven. It was on that night Eli’s mortals connections had died and his life as a vampire had truly begun. Miscellaneous ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Home * New York City, Principle Seat Interests/Desire * Reading * Traveling * Duty * To have what he can not * Silence * Misses Ice Cream

Hour of Darkness: Part One (Ever & Euphemia)

E L I A S (E L I)

NEW York City, 2018

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^10:00pm

How was it a hunt if the predator so easily turned into the prey? Eli Jarac De’Vol stood above the lifeless body of the creature lying before him. Its blood spilled from battle staining the concrete, and saturating his clothing. It tainted the air, and coated itself over the gorging cavity that once held this previous life’s heart. “Such a foolish creature,” He remarked, his tone blank. The strong hue of the night caressed his back, imposing his lethal image over the corpse. He’d never stood a chance. The boy shouldn’t have even tried. He’d been too young, proud and far too inexperienced to best him. His death was nothing but a waste. Eli shook his head, turning away from the bloody scene. He gazed down towards his hands, hands that were now dripping in blood. In normal circumstance there might have been a temptation to savor such an occasion. Unfortunately distinct reasons prevented him from indulging in such endeavors.

Time being one detail but he most apparent being what dwelled within the misfortune of the vile creature genetics. Eli sighed and began quietly walking away from the gory scene. He knew sooner or later the authorities would happen upon the body. It was best if he made himself scarce before any further confrontation presented itself. He walked down the pathway, the park lamps overhead lighting his way as he exited the grounds. Slipping his hand into his pocket he began to search for his phone but, stopped short when he noticed a black tinted vehicle pulling up to the side of the curve. He immediately recognized the driver as the ignition cut. Xander D’Aville, his advisor step out of the vehicle. His face was full of questions as he looked over each Eli’s appearance. “Are you hurt?” Eli didn’t answer. He didn’t see the point. Xander wasn’t an imbecile; he knew how to put the obvious together. No this was his indirect way of asking for an explanation. Eli would of course eventually give him one but for now they needed to leave.

“Later.” He replied, side stepping the man as he took a seat inside passenger compartment of the car. Xander frowned at the response but took his place in the driver seat. He pushed the key in the ignition, removed the car from park and pulled off. Eli knew he sounded curt. He just wasn’t in the mood to talk, speak or discuss the subject till he had returned back to the penthouse, showered and had a drink. Of course Xander wasn’t about to make this easy. Eli closed his eyes but rest seemed unlikely to happen. At least not with his aides critical gaze burrowing into him. His intense stare demanding what he dared not voice out loud. Not that it fazed him; Eli was use to his adviser’s disapproval. It wasn’t the first time Xander hadn’t liked a decision he had made and it would not be the last.

Eli was right of course; in the front seat of the vehicle was indeed perturbed and mildly frustrated. He needed answers. Seeing Eli walk toward the car covered in blood had not been a welcomed sight. In fact it only further complicated an already complex situation. Xander gripped the steering wheel tightly, his nails indenting into the leather. He stared at his master in the rearview mirror. He wondered if he should dare what he knew he should not. Of course Xander knew Eli would not be amused to have the silence he desired interrupted. When his lord was this silent he was either annoyed or trying the stave off the calm before the storm. Oh and there was a storm, not just the one his master was bathed in but another awaiting him at palazzo. “My Lord...I know you do not wish to be disturbed.” Xander paused taking in what looked like a gulp of air. He didn’t want to do this but he needed to. “We need to speak...preferably before we reach home.” Normally he would never defy a direct order but the situation was too important.

“It would seem Xander…you are not going to let me have any peace”Eli aggravated tone filled the silence as he opened his eyes to look at his advisor in the rear view mirror. He was far from pleased that Xander had not heeded his warning.Eli did not like to be disobeyed. “I apologize. I know you do not wish to discuss the situation until we return but…” Xander hesitated. He knew he was in a no win situation. If he stayed quiet Eli would learn the situation to late and he would be to blame. If he told his lord now, then Xander risked pushing his lords already bad mood. “There is s situation at the palazzo.” Eli’s eyes flashed at those words. “What situation?” He demanded back. Xander’s mouth dried. He knew he needed to use his next words carefully. “A few of the youngers went hunting in the city a little bit after you left this evening.” Eli glared but his expression held the real threat, he wasn’t in the mood for a long story. He knew it and Xander as well. “Get to the point Xander.” He bit out. His advisor nodded. “They found a small group but they encountered a problem when they pursued their prey.” Xander paused pulling the car into park as they pulled into the underground parking area of the penthouse. He cut the car off and turned to look at Eli directly.

"What did they encounter Xander?" Eli's patients was very thin. He had entertained Xander defiance because the man never did so without reason. However this was starting to sound like nonsense. There was nothing in the behavior he was stating that screamed unusual and if the young encountered a problem. They were more than equipped to handle it, they were vampires after all. "Your wasting my time." Eli reached for the door. He was tired of this hesitant game Xander was playing. He wanted shower, drink and time away from his adviser. All in that order. "I will find a fitting recourse for you later." That is when Xander finally blurted what had been holding out. "They found an angel."Eli stopped mid exit of the vehicle and looked at his adviser. He could not have heard him right. "An Angel? Your certain?" Xander nodded. Mierda Eli cursed. Now he was truly annoyed. He stepped out of the car. Xander soon following behind, both vampires headed to the elevator. There destination would have been the penthouse but Eli had a feeling Xander was going to tell him he needed elsewhere. So when the elevator arrived he allowed his aide to pick the destination.

He chose the basement floor level five. Eli looked at Xandering questioning. "There here aren't they?" Xander nodded and then further explained. "Yes the younglings encountered the angel when they unknowingly tried feed from what was most likely one of the angel's charges." Eli looked at his aide urging him to continue. "They were easily waylaid by the seraph. The angel stopped the children from feeding off the mortal and...a fight ensued." Eli wasn't surprised younglings did not like to be stopped from feasting on a good meal. "Were any of them hurt or killed?" Xander smiled. "Their pride was definitely hurt but Hunter stepped in and subdued the seraph." Eli wasn't surprised. Hunter was about what? Two hundred years older than him so it was not surprising he had the strength to pull off such a feat. "Where are the younglings now?" He inquired. Xanders face turned serious. "Being interrogated. Elandria is also waiting to see what your judgement of punishment will be for them. She also ask for an audience." So they were Elandria's bloodlets, now it all made sense.

"I'll will entertain Elandria later after I dealt with her wayward children." The elevator stopped. Eli stepped out heading towards the interrogation area. Xander however had one more thing to tell him. "There is one more thing my lord." Eli stopped, turning toward his aide. "What is it?" Xander braced himself knowing that his lord would like this last bit of new less than the previous. "Hunter subdued the angel but he did not release or kill them. He brought her here as a prisoner." That was when Eli's turned eyes black. He knew that his people believed in that asinine legend about angels blood. Never did he think they would be stupid enough to attempt it. It was times like these Eli wish he could remember Saphira or at least her face. It would at least help him deal with the long immortal road he had walked on. "I'm going to the interrogation room." His eyes turned back to normal. "In the meantime Xander find everything you can on this angel, including her archangel." Eli didn't want any surprises. Angels could not lie but the sure as hell knew how to bend the truth.

Hour of Darkness: Part One (Ever & Euphemia)

Hour of Darkness (W I K I)

• Vampires: They are reanimated human corpses which are inhabited by the spirits of the deceased person and who closely resemble the living human they were before their transformation. Vampires feed and survive on the blood of the living, typically on that of humans, and they can also transform other humans into more of their kind by sharing their own blood with them.
• Bloodlines: A bloodline describes a group of vampires who share a common lineage, weakness and Disciplines but are distinct from one of the thirteen clans. The childe of a vampire who belongs to a bloodline will always belong to the same bloodline as her sire, and there's no set way to change one's lineage. However all vampires derive from the original source bloodline.