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4 mos ago
Current It can do! I have a magical SoL going at the moment and it has an overarching plot weaved in
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In SoL, the 'goals' become the drama and interpersonal connections/histories players make with each other. Plus setting in in places like a school/college for example give you a timeline to work with.
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4 mos ago
I could make one... But that means running it haha...
4 mos ago
Time to start the hunt for a decent SoL RP. I could make one, but it would be nice to be a player and a GM for once xD
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8 mos ago
So now I have turned thirty I can no longer just say that I am a twenty something. God I am old.
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Thirty - Male - UK - GMT





Name: Jake. or just call me Hedge.
Age: 30
D.O.B: 08/08/1993
Personality Type:
ISFJ-T Turbulent Defender
Personality Role:
Sentinel
Personality Strategy:
Constant Improvement
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"You can only have more for yourself by giving it away to others."
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About
Been at this game for a good while now. Starting RPing at the tender age of 15 back when Bebo was a thing. A year later I found myself forum Roleplaying and haven't really looked back since. Over these past ten years I have done practically every kind of RP you could imagine from Nation RPs and Arena RPs to 1x1s and Large group RPs. My last RP hobby was fighting RPs, which I have now decided to leave behind in order to pursue more SoL style Rps.

Outside of RP I am an aspiring writer, despite being terrible with words, as well as an avid gamer. If I am not on discord with the Guild or RPing in some way, I am probably on either my PlayStation or on Steam. Moved into D&D and ended up starting a podcast that has been an interesting journey.





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Location: Coven Household

Time: 9:05PM


The party certainly did drag on. In Fact it reminded Kirstie of the parties she attended back at college. She was always on the sidelines. Back at High school, she was used to being the life of the party. Everyone who was anyone would want to be near her. They would all be competing for her attention. Even those who hated her. Tonight however, no one seemed to be as much as batting an eyelid to her. It was almost as if everyone had forgotten High School had existed.

She had always felt vulnerable in the coven. None of her old entourage were a part of it. So she would bully and boss her way at school, and then come here, on her own. Turns out people are much more likely to defend themselves when it is a one on one situation. Kirstie walked over and picked up a bottle of vodka, popping off the lid she necked some of it neat. With a cough she put the lid back on the bottle before trying to integrate herself into the party. However she noticed that people wouldn’t bite back and talk to her. Whenever she tried to say more than a sentence, people seemed to just turn their back. Okay. She saw how this was. You go away for a while, and people think they can forget who you are and the power you wielded?

But how to fix it? Normally she would make an example out of someone. Plot some kind of prank or rumor that would eat away at her target. But for some reason, at this party she was drawing blanks. Lilith was the obvious target. She might have gone away to college, but the raging desire to knock that bitch down a peg or two still burned within her. If anything it had gotten worse since now she had pulled into the coven. This was always Lilith’s domain, and High school had been hers. Now with no more High school, the balance of power had been decidedly shifted. Kirstie was starting to feel like more of a caged animal.

Kirstie was about to start her ramage and find Lilith. However she was abruptly stopped when she saw Lilith enter from the garden seemingly guiding a group of people who seemed to be holding an oddly frozen Carlisle. Everyone seemed to be gathering in the dining room and despite her overwhelming urge to smack Lilith, she refrained from doing so. Something was clearly going down. It didn’t take long however for things to truly kick off. The coven was accosted by some male and a bunch of werewolves. Kirstie had kind of regretted not being here earlier in the day so she would be caught up. It seemed that everyone had the fight on hand. Kirstie hung back, picking up an empty bottle of gin and holding it just in case someone tried charging forward towards the back of the group. In a few minutes, the fight was seemingly over and the group had retreated. Everything seemed to simmer back down again.

But everything was awkward now. Did you carry on with the party? Or is that the end of it? Her eyes once more fell onto Lilith, who was now going into the basement. Five or so minutes later they emerged once more and Lilith was in tow with Miles. Lilith had decided that she had enough of the party.

”This party fucking sucks” She said aloud. Quite loud actually. But she didn’t care if anyone heard her. Carlisle didn’t know how to throw a fucking good party. This felt more like a junior school prom than an actual social party. With that little tantrum, Kirstie stormed off out of the household, back towards her car. Opening the door she turned on the engine and revved it, not caring if she was slightly drunk while driving, before taking off and driving into town, looking for an actual bar to get pissed in.




Lucien looked around and watched as everything was going to shit. He knew that it was going to be tough to try and get Victor. But he didn't expect this to go south so quickly. He spent most of his time glaring at Lilith. She was a cocky little shit that's for sure. And most likely the biggest obstacle to his plans. Seeing that most of the werewolves were now either damaged, dead or near death, Lucien let out a growl and sent out a psychic pulse, trying to cause everyone In the room to recoil in mental pain. At least for a moment or two.

"Don't think this is the end of it Victor. This coven can't protect you forever!" He hissed as he looked over at Lil one more time "And your days are numbered too bitch". With that, he ordered the remaining Werewolves to run, the group staggering and sprinting out of the front door and making a beeline to the Coven gate. At least he still had the curse on Carlisle. There was no way the Tanner barrier was going to be put up again anytime soon. So he could come back and attack whenever he wanted.









Carlisle was getting frustrated. Angry. Enraged even. After seeing that vision of what had happened between both Miles and Lil, he had wanted nothing more than to escape these binds that kept him stuck here on the astral plane and then return home. While seeing Miles and Lil together still vexed him, that was a secondary issue to him right now. He was more concerned with Lil's feelings surrounding her grandpa John.

"You are a so-called deity. Take me back, give me a way to get back to the world of the living." Carlisle demanded. This wasn't a request. This was an order. Charon on the other hand was casually sitting on the bench, playing with the apple core from his previous snack with his one hand.

"Well, I can send you to the afterlife, no problem at all. Sending you back to the world of the living though. That I can't do. Not without the proper authorisation on the otherside."

"Fine! Fine. I will find the correct authorisation. I will create my own way out of here!" Carlisle looked around the platform. Looking over at the exit he had before to find his "answers". He began to walk over to it as Charon protested.

"Where are you going!? Come back. You don't need to go anywhere at all!"

Carlisle simply ignored the male, Ignoring his plea as he carried on walking off. Once he reached the exit, he took a look back over at Charon before stepping down the steps and once more into the unknown of the Astral Plane.

As Carlisle walked further and further into the unknown, he had lost his footing somewhere along the way. Falling down the stairs, Carlisle eventually landed on soft green grass.

Looking up, he would be met with a strangely familiar scene before him. The flowing river, the overgrown trees and the birds chirping in the wind; He was at Montgomery River. The only thing that appeared out of place was the young blonde woman skipping from one rock to the other - and she was laughing at him.

With a soft groan, Carlisle rose to his feet, his hand rising on instinct to check to see if it was broken. Thankfully not. Seeing the female laugh at him and seeing where he had ended up, a small look of confusion was plastered on his face. "It's not that funny" Carlisle frustratingly quipped as he rose to his feet. "So I know where I am. But who are you?" Carlsie asked, not sure if he wanted to actually hear the answer.

At his frustration, the blonde laughed even harder, stopping to catch her breath as she nearly doubled over.
”Forgive me,” she responded with a thick southern drawl. ”It’s just - you’re exactly as she described.”

Once she had regained her composure, the young woman continued to hop across the last few rocks so that she stood in front of Carlisle. Still having the high ground, she leaned over with one hand on her knee, the other hand reached out towards him in greeting. A mischievous glimmer in her eye, the blonde chuckled once more.

”Cordelia Montgomery. The pleasure is all mine, really.”

His body almost froze when she heard the name. Of all the people who would see him now, a Montgomery was the last person he would have wanted. But still he had to be polite. He took her hand and shook it, not quite sure if that was the greeting she had envisioned. "I would introduce myself but It seems you know who I am. Say. When was the last time you spoke to Lil? Not in the past couple of weeks? Last few hours maybe?"

Now that the introductions were out of the way, Cordelia took a seat on the large rock beneath her, crossing her legs as she did so. Eyes narrowing as he questioned her, the young woman pursed her lips.

”My granddaughter and I speak regularly - and when we don’t I keep an eye on her. Knowing things is sort of… how do you kids say it now-a-days… Ah, yes. It’s sort of ‘my thing’. I know a lot more than you think,” she retorted, looking him up and down.

Arms now crossed across her chest, Cordelia began to rip into Carlisle.

”I know that Lilith cares about you, and you care about her - even if those levels of caring may be different. I know she had a vision, and your rinky-dink dumbass ignored it. How you’re always begging her to clean up your messes, and the one time she can keep you out of actual trouble, you just disregarded her like she was trash. I know that you’re too busy acting like a stupid love sick puppy to actually harness your powers. And I know that for some odd reason, you think you deserve the world - when you have done nothing for it in return.”

Eyes as hard as the stone beneath her, Cordelia patted the spot beside her.

”Now humble your damned self and come sit.”

Carlisle was screwed. This interaction had gone in the complete opposite direction so quickly. He wanted to argue back. But the reputation of Cordelia Montgomery was one that he didn't want to test. So he simply composed himself and complied with her request, moving over to her and sitting on the spot next to her. "I never expected her to bail me out of trouble. And if she was ever in trouble I would have done the same. It's just that she never really got into trouble. She was too good for that" Okay. So maybe Carlisle couldn't resist arguing back a bit.

Rolling her eyes, Cordelia sighed. ”My granddaughter is one of the most flawed human beings to ever grace the planet, Carlisle. I think that you, I, and a lot of others know that.” Now turning her attention to the water running on her other side, Cordelia took a moment before speaking again. ”Us Montgomerys have never been too good for anything - especially Lilith. She wants to live life to the fullest - even if most of hers has been ugly. She was never ‘too good’ to get into trouble, you know? She just doesn’t want to bug you with her problems - never has, really. You might think that you’re a burden, but Lilith knows that she is - and that’s why she’s never asked you for help. Not because she’s too good for it, but because by protecting you from herself, that’s the way that she shows that she cares.”

"Your granddaughter is amazing" For a moment his thoughts about Miles and the party washed away and he focused on just Lil as a person. "I know she is strong headed. Doesn't want to open up or feel like she is putting on someone. I know she thinks she is doing that to be helpful and caring to me. But I am the reverse of that. I want to be there to help. A problem shared is a problem halved and all that. Lil means enough to me that I would gladly take on any challenge if it made her life easier." With a soft sigh, his brain snapped back to reality. And his tone changed somewhat, now more stern, but also restrained.

"But that matters little now. I set off a chain of events that most likely we won't be able to recover from. The irony being I wanted to help, but became a burden. And then pushed her away from me. I wonder if I hadn't kept getting myself on trouble, if the answer to my question would have been different from 'No Dice'"

Frustrated and clearly at her wits end, Cordelia raised a hand and swiftly smacked Carlisle on the back of his head.

”Stop fuckin’ whining,” she groaned. ”There’s literally nothing that you can do when it comes to how Lilith feels for Miles and vice versa. The two of them were actually written in the stars. No matter how hard you, or Lilly, or Miles - or anyone else - try, they’ll always come back to each other. The Universe has always had great plans for Lilith - and she’s going to need her friend by her side.”

"Wow, okay, so I never had a chance from the start. She this is why divination magic was always so cool" Carlisle would yelp as he was hit around the back of head. "Okay, okay, I get it. So more importantly, what is possibly one of the greatest Abjurers of all time doing here speaking to me in the Astral Plane?" His tone was one of genuine curiosity as to what was going on.

Shrugging her shoulders, Cordelia was now munching on some strawberries that had appeared out of thin air. ”You’re the one that fell into my space, dude. I can’t give you all of the answers, can I? Just stare into the water or something and tell me what you see.”

Okay. That wasn't what he expected as a response. But he did as she said. He turned around, taking a moment to focus on the water. He wasn't quite sure what he was actually looking for. After a few minutes he shrugged his shoulders. "I just see myself. Sad old myself

Cordelia’s patience grew more thin with each passing second. With another huff, she turned her attention back on Carlisle. ”That right there is your problem. You’re absolutely insufferable, ya know that?” As she spoke, her head tilted slightly to the side in observation and disappointment. ”’Woe is me. I’m Carlisle. I don’t have a girlfriend. I’m so weak. I’ll never be a good leader,’” she mocked him. ”Cut the shit, man! You’re an Aston for crying out loud!”

"Can you blame me though? My own mother spent my childhood telling me that I was useless. She spent more time trying to figure out how to turn me into a witch rather than training me. The people who taught me weren't exactly Abjurers." Carlisle would turn back to look at Cordelia "I was always told that Warlocks were stronger than witches in their chosen field, but growing up, it always seemed like me and Lil were at the same level."

On abjuration, yes,” Cordelia stated matter of factly. ”I don’t blame you for your circumstances - but I do blame you for not rising from them and creating excuses for yourself.”

”I didn’t know what to do while growing up. And after college, I didn’t really figure out how to do anything useful. But I am guessing by your tone, you are about to change that. And it isn’t going to be easy, and you are going to enjoy it” Carlisle replied, standing up and taking a precautionary step backwards.

Rubbing her brows with her thumb and ring finger, Cordelia did her best not to flip out on the young man before her. ”I didn’t think it was possible to get a headache in death until I met you,” she grumbled. Standing up herself, the blonde stretched her arms over her head before looking at Carlisle once more.

”The thing about Aston women is that they’ve always been bitches, you know? I’d say it’s shocking the way that your mother has treated you - but it’s not. Multiple generations of your family have done the same to their children, and it continues to roll down hill. That doesn’t mean you all get to wallow in your own shit though.”

Cracking her knuckles, Cordelia held her hands out in front of her, palms facing upwards. Nearly no time had passed before a baseball sized orb had appeared in her hand - almost invisible, but still shimmering ever so slightly.

”First things first,” she stated, her eyes flicking up to meet his. ”Can you create a ward? Or at least a shield of some sort.”

Hearing about how Aston women were always like his mother. That was something new. That oddly gave him some solace. ”Wards? No, I had never been taught anything about wards. Shields though: Well I do maintain the Tanner Barrier. Well. Did.” With that he cast shield on himself, a faint blue aura-sphere surrounded Carlisle as he eyed up her shimmering orb.

Clearly frustrated once more, Cordelia's concentration broke as the orb in her own hands dissipated. ”How can you be so full of self-loathing and arrogance at the same time? Maintain is pushing it. The Tanner Wards only exist for as long as my bloodline does. You may have patched it - but not having Lilith help you was a serious mistake.”

Crossing her arms again, Cordelia took a moment to think. ”You know the basics, so I guess that’s something. Can you project your shield at all, or is it just a personal thing?”

”So, hang on. Even being a supposedly powerful Abjurer, I can’t make the barrier proper without the help of a Montgomery?” Carlisle asked, trying to ignore her comment about being self-loathing and arrogant at the same time. He focused for a moment and managed to project the shield, casting it so that it was protecting Cordelia instead. ”Yep. Nice and simple” He said with a smile.

”I’m sure that you could make a barrier just fine - just not the one for Tanner. The Montgomerys have been on this land since the dawn of time. If you want proper protection for Tanner - you need a Montgomery.” Observing him once more, Cordelia didn’t look impressed. ”How good is your control? Does it have to be a full body shield? Try focusing it into your hands - not touching you, just levitating. Like I did.”

”Of course I can do that” Calirlse focused on his shield and projected it infront of him, only being a meter tall and wide. Carlisle was quite proud of how well he was doing, but at that point the blue hued shield began to flicker as Carlisle was struggling to maintain control of his shield. ”Why is this happening? I never cast a shield on myself, it is always projected, why can’t I control it now?”

Focusing on her breathing, Cordelia took a deep breath in before slowly exhaling. ”Because you’re being cocky. Cocky and confident are two different things, and you lack confidence. Severely.” Hands now held behind her back, she did her best to give an encouraging nod his way. ”Try again. Focus on believing in yourself - not one upping me. You could never do that.”

"Okay, here we go" Carlisle refocused and projected the shield around him like before. That wasn't hard. He was used to projecting his shield like that. He would then try and repeat the same move from before, moving the shield infront of him and just infront of him. He would be able to hold it, it would occasionally flicker, but it was alot more stable. He just hoped that she didn't try to attack it.

Summoning a small flame in her hand, Cordelia tossed it forward at Carlisle’s shield - easily breaking through.

”You really have to do better than that,” she grumbled. ”Honestly - let me just spell it out for you. Learn how to project the shield. Put power behind it. Learn to grow the barrier and its power. Learn your power. If you want to break the curse, learn what I said, and then figure out how to project the proactive barrier over yourself. It should copy the curse, and you should be able to dispel it. I don’t want to give you a play by play, but you really are a pain in my ass, and if you spend too much time here it’s going to give you literal brain damage.”

It seemed that annoying Montgomery's was a special ability of his. The fact that Cordelia was able to easily break his shield so easily. He listened to her words, clearly she was trying to paraphrase as she probably wanted him out of her hair. "Okay, I get the idea. I will work on it. I will become powerful. I will become the strongest Abjurer in the world. Sounds cheesy, but I will do it" Carlisle said with a chuckle. "Abjuration warlocks are rare and Abjuration council warlocks, well, I think I have been the only one. So finding spellbooks to cater to that power, are impossible to find"

Slowly blinking, Cordelia shook her head in disbelief. She knew Carlisle had potential - she had seen it and discussed it with Lilith. However in this current moment, Cordelia wanted to banish him to Tartarus.

”For the love of the gods - talk to Lilith. She can help you and she has far more patience than I. Just because you’re a warlock doesn’t mean witch spells don’t apply to you. We all draw our power from the same place.”

"I know that" Carlisle said with a chuckle "It's just warlocks have a higher concentration of magic in a single school, whereas, witches have slightly less power but can dip into multiple schools and mix them up." Carlisle sounded pretty smug with himself. Not intentionally, but he liked to show off that he knew things. " Ima head back to the station before Charon sends out a search party or something. It was nice meeting you. I would say let's meet again, but that would mean I have to be dead again"

”Why are you speaking to me as if I don’t know things?” she questioned, glaring daggers at him. ”You’re being condescending and it’s another horrible trait that you carry from your lineage. You can regurgitate a textbook - that’s great. Stop being so conceited when you have nothing to be proud of. The Universe brought you here so that I could teach you and you have done nothing but be an ass. Your lack of personality is more tragic than your lack of magical capability.”

"I wasn't trying to be condescending" Carlisle defended himself. He was going to start commenting about how actually condescending that Cordiela has been saying that the 'universe' was doing things. But he didn't exactly want to get himself in anymore shit. He might be in the Astral plane, but he was fairly sure that Cordelia could still end him permanently. "Okay, I am listening. No sassy comments, no elitestism"

Waving a hand dismissively, Cordelia jumped to the rock across from where Carlisle now stood by himself. ”Hone your powers. Break the curse. Find your friends. Don’t be a douche. Now get out of here.”

Carlisle would watch her and seeing how nimble she was. He took a moment to relax and focused on trying to really structure his shield properly. He pictured in his head that he was focusing on that stream of water from before, trying to see more than his own reflection. It wasn't easy, and Carlisle was wasting magical energy and wasn't regulating his magical pressure at all. But he was able to cast a much stronger version of his shield. The bubble surrounded him as the blue hue was much stronger. "I am not going to lie, this feels nice, but weird. It feels like I am floating in water"

Watching his display, the blonde rolled her eyes and summoned a gust of wind, breaking through Carlisle's shield once more and knocking him down. ”We can literally do this all day,” she shrugged. ”But you have places to be and I have better spirits to chat with.”

Carlisle hit the ground and looked slightly dejected. He thought he had it that time. Getting back up he would nod to her and simply walk towards the exit. He stopped for a moment before turning back and looking back at Cordelia "Thanks for taking the time to talk to me. I know I can be a pain at times, but I mean well. I just don't know how to communicate" He gave off a meek smile before turning back around and walking back up the steps to get back to the station.

Arriving back at the station, Carlisle looked around. It seemed nothing had changed at all. He couldn't really get used to the fact no one was around. Charon was still sitting on the bench looking slightly pissed. Carlisle sauntered on over, looking slightly more confident in himself. "Well joke is on you, I know a way back now." He said with a confident smile on his face.

"That's cute and all, but do you actually know how to perform it? Cause if you can’t actually do it, then you are basically useless.” Charon commented non-chantly, crossing his legs as he leaned back on the bench, looking over at Carlisle.

”Well not exactly. But I have a rough idea on what to do!” Carlisle protested as he walked off towards the center of the platform. ”if you excuse me, I need to go and concentrate”. Reaching the center, Carlisle took a moment and inhaled, trying to relax. He closed his eyes trying to focus.

He was trying to copy the hand movements that Cordelia has shown him, trying to focus on his physical body rather than his astral one. It took many attempts. Far too many attempts than Carisle would have liked to admit. By the end of it, he was panting heavily, body hunched over from the sheer amount of force he was trying to pressure through. Eventually however he was able to focus on his physical body and began to cast the de-cursify wards.

Back in the physical realm Small symbols would start to form in a circle around Carlisle. Once they had full formed, there would a small flash of bright light form them, as Carlsile’s australia body got flung back towards his physical one. A second later, Carlisle was back. He lay on the basement floor, shivering, covered in sweat and his eyes, well, they looked like he hadn’t slept in weeks, as black rings and bags covered them. He felt so exhausted and weak.

Also, why did his face hurt so much? He rubbed his face as he looked at his surroundings. Slowly climbing back to his feet, struggling to maintain balance, Carlisle began to walk towards the basement exit. He hated this place and was petrified of it.





Another year was due to start at Edgebaston Academy. Tomorrow the school would be packed with parents dropping off their kids and students settling back into their dorms. Being part of the crowd was something that both Alistair and Persephone LeRue did not do. They were trailblazers at the front of every trend and fad. People did things because they said so. So of course they weren't going to arrive with the masses. The duo had in fact arrived earlier this morning with their 'help'. Daddy had been in hand to say goodbye, they were due to go back to LA later that day.

The duo themselves now had to find a way to occupy themselves. Alistair had come up with a great idea to give the duo something to do as well as show off to the rest of the student body. The pair had managed to 'acost' a set of master keys to the school so that they could access all areas. Not that any of the staff were actually going to stop them from doing what they wanted. Not unless they wanted Daddy on the phone explaining how it would be such a shame if that donation for the new arts center was to be pulled.

Their little plan was to use their instagram accounts to live stream a tour of the school. In reality it was a ploy for them to show off all the stuff they had bought. As well as joking and jesting about the other students at Edgebaston. Alistair swung the keys in his hand as he handed his twin sister a selfie stick. ”Okay. So we have the keys. Probably best to use your account. You have far more sheeple than I do”

Persephone stood before her brother, thumbs flying across her phone as he led her to the front of the LaRue building. As he stops to give her the selfie stick a smirk forms on her pink painted lips. "Gimme a sec," she says before opening the white handbag that hangs from the crook of her elbow and pulling out her compact mirror. She eyed her reflection in it, making sure all her makeup was flawless from her concealer to her pastel pink eyeshadow that complemented her pink and white outfit. Approving what she saw, the woman nodded and put the mirror away before grabbing the selfie stick with her perfectly manicured hand.

"So, where to first?" she asks, mounting her phone onto the end of the selfie stick and opening up her instagram.

Alistair laughed as he watched his twin look at her mirror. Alistair himself took a moment to make sure his belt was nice and tight. Didn’t want to embarrass himself. He quickly pulled out his own phone, checking the notifications: Nothing.

”I guess we start at the front gate, move through poor person central, and then maybe hit up the main building. I want to show off the new music room that daddy paid for though.” he said with a smirk on his face as began to take off towards the entrance.

"We have to finish in our room. The new bathroom is worth showing off," Persephone replies. As they get to the front entrance she extends the selfie stick and ensures the grand front entrance is in frame, she turns the camera to selfie mode then starts the stream.

"Good morning my little worker bees! It's your queen 'Sephone. I'm at Edgebaston Academy and my brother and I thought we'd take you all on a lil tour with us. For you who don't know Edgebaston is, like, a super prestigious school. Like, just look at this place! It's almost as nice as our estate," she claims before turning the camera to face the front entrance of the school.

"My dear brother's going to be our guide, so, take it away, Ali," she says before panning the phone camera to focus on him.

”Yes, this is it. The prestigious Edgebaston Academy. Founded in Who-Know-Who-Cares Old times, and today acts as our personal playground” Alistair opens his arms wide to show off the gates, before kicking the gate door open with some force and sliding his sunglasses down onto his face. It was sunny outside afterall. He would then lead Persephone over to their first Target: Independence House, The building's exterior was old fashioned, borderline Historic. Asides from Cavendish Hall. It was the oldest building.

”In order to give back to the community, each year we take in a certain number of students whose parents either didn’t love them, or perhaps their parents died, or more likely are drug abusers knowing the rest of this state. We house them here in Independence House. Named as such because that is what they are now. It’s an alright building I guess. If you can’t rub two nickels together.” While talking, Alistair walked into the building, beckoning Perspehone to follow him.

"In other words," Persephone says, turning the camera to face herself, "This is where they place all the povos," She then pulls a sour face before turning the camera back to the hall. She tip toes across the boundary to the hall, a whiney "Ewwwwwww," escaping her lips. She was acting as if it were some rat infested dump. In all honesty the hall wasn't all that bad, just far from her high standards.

”So as you can see there isn’t exactly alot here. A few basic little common rooms. Ohhhh look! They actually have a TV. It’s so small though. I would offer to donate my old one. But I think it would be the most expensive thing in this building. Look how tacky these sofas are though.

Persephone laughs at her brother’s joke. "I don't know how anyone can sleep in this dump. I guess it's better than Juvy," she states.

”Only Just” Alistair retorted back, waving Persephone to follow once more as they opened up one of the bedrooms. It was plain, simple, but functional, containing a single bed, a small set of drawers and a writing desk. ”I mean look at this. How can anyone live like this?” Alistair asked as he climbed up onto the bed and lay on it, shifting his back to try and be comfortable. ”Look at me, I am a poor person!” he joked as he raised his hands to cover his face pretending to cry ”God this bed is so hard and uncomfortable!”

"I don't even wanna try. Can we move on? I swear if I stay here any longer I'm gonna catch, like, malaria or something," Persephone remarks, waving Alistar to open the door back up for her. She wasn't going to dare touch that thing.

”I would be more worried about catching ‘poor’ ” Alistair remarked as he opened the door and the duo escaped the building, catching the not quite sea breeze. ”But yes peeps, that is what true poverty looks like. Thankfully we will never have to experience that. Generally speaking, these students are to be avoided.”

"I find they need to be put in their place a lot, like what makes you think you're better than me? You literally have nothing?" Persephone replies, leaving the selfie stick around the school so it could all be seen. "This place kinda looks a lot better when you can't see that place. Like, look at this, so much nicer!

Persephone turned on her heel to face the main campus building. "Next destination?"

”Normie Hall?“ He asked rhetorically before taking off towards Edgebaston Hall. ”So this is Edgebaston Hall. It's not as tacky as super-poor land. But make no mistake, these people are still poor af. They just get nicer beds because most of them are paying” Alistair would point out the architecture, given that it had both a 60’s and a 80’s vibe since it was built and then expanded on.

”We don’t want to hang around here for long though. We are going to go to the central building. And I hope the principal isn’t already walking around.” Alistar started skipping around as he led the duo down towards Cavendish Hall. There was a janitor who was peacefully sweeping up some freshly cut grass into a nice big pile to get collected later. As he walked past, Alistair kicked it, sending small blades of grass everywhere. The older man looked as if he was going to say something or complain over Alistair's somewhat hyena-ish laughter, but after receiving a small, but noticeable glare from Alistair backed down. The duo kept on moving. ”It is always nice when people know their place”

As Alistair kicked through the grass clipping Persephone walked through the now concaved pile, dragging more clippings with her pink stilettos. "As if the principal can do anything if he is, daddy essentially owns the school at this point,"

"Yeah, but you know people like to pretend they have power" As they approached Cavendish Hall, Alistair smiled "So Cavendish Hall is at the centre, and mostly houses the staff and offices, but it also has the cafeteria. But more importantly it houses my favorite room. Alistair lead the around the side of the building until they reached a side door that head the words 'Music Room' "Here it is. The best place in the school. Asides from our suite"

Persephone couldn't help but roll her eyes as her brother led her, and her beloved viewers, to the music room. "Yeah, yeah, it's fine, I guess. It's got nothing on our suite though!" she prods as her brother wanders through his favourite spot. Whilst the music room was impressive Persephone was more a fan of the concert hall, being more of a theatre and cheer girl herself.

"Workers, you'll love love love our suite. Daddy's paid for some impressive upgrades,"

"Yes, the upgrades are really nice. But not as much as I love this place" Alistair smiled as he opened the door to go inside. Alistair walked inside and showed off the room. It had been refitted to have loads of new instruments and equipment. All of it had been specifically upgraded due to Alistair being allowed into the advanced music program. "I can't wait to use it all. Just wish I didn't have to share it with the others like that upstart Fiona"

"Yes, yes, we love your little instruments. Can we move on? My fanclub are waiting for the main attraction. An exclusive, never-before-seen look into the LaRue suite!"

Alistair looked a little disheartened at his sister's response. Sometimes he felt that while they spent every waking moment together, they only really focused on her interests. With a slight shuffle, Alistair made his way back to the door and into the outside world. ”Yes, Yes. I get it. The main attraction. SInce you are so hyped do you want to lead this bit?” He asked, offering to take the stick from her.

"Absolutely!" Persephone cheers, handing her brother the stick and running a hand through her waves to make sure they were in place. She then leads her one person camera crew to the entrance of LaRue Place.

"Welcome, my little worker bees, to LaRue place. Daddy put, like, thousands of dollars into making sure this place is, like, the epitome of luxury," She then swings open the doors to the hall. A concierge woman standing at the desk looks up to greet the pair but before she can say anything Persephone tosses her bag and pink blazer at the woman. "They can go to their place in my room," she instructs before turning to the phone camera.

"Try hundreds of thousands" Alistair commented as Persephone continued her speech. "What makes out suite special is we have our own private entrance, that way we don't have to deal with the riff raff"

"Yes, very much so. So, let's check out our room!" Persephone prods before walking to the large ornate doors that lead to the LaRue suite. With a large grin she swings the doors open to reveal the main room of the twin's suite. Large ornate walls filled with expensive art, lush couches facing a very large TV and the glass doors to the balcony. "Welcome to the closest almost all of you will come to luxury like this!"

"Pretty sure most of your followers are probably stunned by the idea of wealth this grand" Alistair chimed in before walking over to the couches abs lifting the armrest to reveal hidden compartments with various buttons and cupholders. "The best part is that it's all custom made"

"Even better though! Follow me," Persephone walks to the room on the right. A big pink glittery star with her name adorned the door. She swung the door open, revealing its tall pastel pink walls. A 4 poster bed with white drapes sat at the centre of the room. A large desk with neatly sorted supplies and a modern sewing machine sat on the side of the room. On the other end stood a large set of double doors.

Persephone beelines to those doors and flings them open. Before her stood a large walk-in wardrobe. The wall to her left had individual shelves, each holding a pair of shoes that were all in pristine condition. The right wall was similar but the shelves were full of bags and accessories. In the middle of the room was a screen on a stand. "Welcome to my wardrobe! I have clothes and accessories from the best designers all over the world! And the best part!" She taps the screen a few times. This is followed by a slight humming as part of the back wall rolls forward revealing itself as a clothes rack, this particular one sporting a collection of blue jackets. "Ta-da! Daddy truly spared no expense,"

”Yep, He really didn’t but somehow most of the suites construction budget went on the wardrobe” Alistar commented. He would move the camera around so that everyone could comment on just how many clothes, shoes and accessories this place held. ”I am fairly sure this place is bigger than most poor peoples houses, and we just use it to store clothes! Well, you do.” Alistair would move the camera back up to focus on Persephone directly. ”Is there anything else in particular you want to show everyone?”

Persephone chuckled at her brother’s comment. "Nope, I think that’s it. I’ll bid you all goodbye, loves, until next time!” Persephone blows a kiss to the camera before snatching the phone from the stick to end the stream. She turns to her brother with a smile forming on her lips. "I am so ready to rule the school. Wanna go through the class lists to see who to avoid?”

”I think that is pretty obvious. We avoid everyone unless they have a LeRue suite number lower than 10” Alistair said with a small smirk on his lips. ”I want to know who is going to have the first fight of senior year, or the whole year in general. That shit is so funny when you see people flail their arms around like monkeys.” Alistair would go back to the entrance to Persephone’s bedroom door. ”Want to grab some food?”




The sun rose over the school campus, and everything was peaceful. The day before the grounds had been perfectly pruned and tended to, well, the parts that Alistair and Persephone didn’t try to sabotage for laughs. The faculty staff had arrived at 6am, getting every set up. The first day was always a hustle and bustle as people arrived and got settled into their dorms. Classes were suspended on the first day, and the only mandatory event was the assembly at 2pm. The rest of the day was filled with plenty of tours and taster sessions. Various clubs were planning to set up stalls throughout the day to try and attract new members for the school year.

Staff were at hand over at the entrance to Cavendish Hall. They were around to give out maps, tours and more importantly room allocations and keys. Alistair was at the front gate, taking the time to greet people and smile. Though in reality he was actually taking the time to mock people while being polite. His focus was primarily the new Freshmen joining, but he was an equal opportunities mocker. He would be lying if he wasn’t excited to see certain people again though. A certain person in particular, as he had to spend the summer being driven crazy being away from them.

”You are going to come to school dressed like that? Thank god we have a uniform” Alistair chimed to a badly dressed freshman.

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It had been nearly thirty minutes since Carlisle's discovery, and the coven's members had acted quickly to move him to safety in the basement. The room, usually sealed and off-limits, was accessible thanks to Lil's knowledge of Carlisle's habit of keeping the key on him at all times.

Despite being intoxicated, Lil was doing an admirable job of keeping everyone calm and collected. She had managed to corral the coven's members into the dining room, where the atmosphere was thick with confusion. No one could say for certain what had happened to Carlisle, why he had been frozen so suddenly. Theories and speculation abounded, but no one had any definitive answers.

As night fell, ominous silhouettes began to approach the coven household. The cloudy sky and lack of sunlight made it difficult to discern their identities or intentions, but they moved steadily up the driveway towards the front door. It was clear that their attention was fixed solely on one target.

Inside, the coven was preoccupied with their own concerns, seemingly unaware of the group's approach. The newcomers made no effort to conceal their movements, their intent clear as day. Suddenly, a loud slam echoed through the house as the front door was violently kicked open.

"Knock Knock!" a male voice called out, tauntingly. He strode confidently into the room, a playful smirk on his face that belied the danger lurking behind him. Following him were five werewolves, standing tall on their hind legs, their eyes focused on the coven members huddled together in the dining room. Despite their imposing presence, they remained close to the human male who led them, as if following his orders.

”Ah I see you were having a party. Sorry for the sudden gate crash, But I won’t be a minute” The males' eyes ran over the group. He was looking for two people in particular. The first one he couldn’t see, a smirk came across his lips. ”I see you have moved your feckless leader away from here. Smart move. Though he had it coming I am afraid. He seemed to attune his little barrier to specifically forbid me, and my friends from entering. Even when we broke through he kept fixing it like a good little goblin.” The male walked over to the table, picking up a handful of chips and tossing them in his mouth. ”So he had to go. Took forever to get him to go for that cursed book. Still, we knew that he could be manipulated. Just had to find the right button to press” With that, his eyes locked with Lil and the male gave a wink with his left eye.

”Ah, I forgot to introduce myself. How rude. My name is Lucien Crowe. And I am here looking for my dear cousin.” With that his eyes finally managed to pick out Victor's face. ”There you are. How you doin’? Me? I'm just fine. So I am going to cut to the chase. You are coming with us. Father would like to deal with loose ends, and he would rather do that with everyone alive.” That last part of the sentence, his words were clearly sarcastic.

”Now of course you could decide not to come peacefully. But then I would have to start killing off your friends, and then your family. We really don’t want that do we? My friends are kind of hungry, and they are just looking for any excuse to eat out.”




Opening his eyes, Carlisle found himself somewhere new. First things first: could he move? He willed his legs to stand up and below and behold he could. Okay. so no longer frozen. So where am i? Looking around, Carlisle seemed to find himself standing on a train platform. He could see two train tracks either side of him. Oddly he couldn’t seem to see anyone else. Or any sign of life at all really. Looking up at the sky to see where the light was coming from, he could only see auras of luminous purple and blue.



”Ah you are finally here. I was wondering when you would actually show up”

The sudden arrival of a voice, caused Carlisle to jump.Looking around at the voice, he managed to locate the source: a tall slender man, clearly in his older years, but still somehow full of energy, with what could only be described as the whitest hair Carlisle had ever seen. He seemed to be wearing circular spectacles with a thick black frame. In terms of clothes he was wearing an exquisite Navy blue three piece suit with a matching bowtie. It looked like it had been designed to fit his figure almost perfectly.

”And who exactly are you?” Carlisle asked, taking a cautious step back, given their ability to just seemingly appear out of thin air. The mysterious male raised his arms disarmingly before continuing.

”I have had many names over the Millennia: Some called me The Ferryman, The Traveller, Heck even The Moonwalker once upon a time. The Greeks called me Charon ” Carlisle stopped. That was a name that he was familiar with. Now he knew where he was.

”So I am dead then?” He asked, preparing himself for the response he was sure he was about to receive.

”Not exactly. Not in the sense you think you are. This…” He started to raise his arms to show off the train station ”This is limbo if you want to call it that. The place spirits go before they either die, or go back to the world of the living.” With a shuffle, Carlisle took a step closer.

”So what happens now? Do I just wait until the train comes to transport me to death?”

Charon smiled lightly at his question. ”Well firstly we need to see if anyone tries to save you. And then you need to decide whether you actually want to return”

”I get a choice?” Carlisle asked, looking at the floor, a pang of shame hitting his heart ”Also I don’t think anyone will be rushing to save me currently”

”Of course you get a choice. A soul has to be willing to return in order to go back. And yeah, I saw what happened down there. Really screwed the pooch with that one hey” The male would bend down and sit against the armrest of the bench.

”Not my proudest moment. I ended up pushing away everyone I ever held dearest to me. Wouldn’t be surprised if anyone actually finds my body.” Carlisle raised his hand to check on his nose. It seemed perfectly in place, no damage at all.

”Well, you certainly didn't come out of that looking like a saint that is for sure. Said some things that weren’t exactly easy to take back, didn't you?” With a soft chuckle the male shook his head. ”Let me go over how this place works. This dimension is designed to act as a holding place, as well as helping you decide whether you should, you know, stay or go…”

”And how exactly does this place show me?” Carlisle interjected, looking around for anything that showed signs of activity.

”Well… you will see. However, I figured I should help you first. I want you to watch something. It is very important that you pay attention to what is unfolding infront of you. Don’t try and interact with what you see, as it won’t work. But I think it will at least give you answers.” The male raised his hand to go to click.

”Wait… Go wh-” *click*

The train platform disappeared in a wisp of smoke and seconds later, the smoke settled and he was standing in the coven household once more. Specifically one of the main reception rooms. He was confused for a moment while he had been bought here, only for his question to be answered a second later as Miles and Lilith entered the room. He felt his heart crash into his stomach. Why was he being forced to watch this? What exactly was the end game here?

He watched as Lilith and Miles spoke about him as if he wasn’t there. Only remembering that he technically wasn’t there. He didn’t exactly agree with anything that either of them were saying. Hearing Lilith say once more that she would never be into him once more made him nearly wretch in horror. Recomposing himself he heard Lilith start talking about Grandpa John. He swallowed hard. So earlier when she said to Miles she really needed to speak to him, this was what she had meant?

He had spent all day, the past few weeks even, focusing on his relationship with Lilith. He had been so blinded by his own desire, he had neglected that his friend was asking for help. He had drowned out those cries for help by his own selfish paranoia. He gasped for air, as he face became hot, Tears once more for the umpteenth time for today rolled down his cheek. He would raise his hands on instinct and wrap his hands around his neck, clenching tight as he felt his airway close. Charon appeared next to him watching the scene unfold.

”You know you can’t choke yourself to death right? You always do that when you are stressed, but it never works.” Carlisle lowered his hands after gasping for a few seconds. At this point, Lilith and Miles had moved on in their conversation. They had started to bond. And then it happened. Carlisle watched as they kissed. Both leaning in. While Lilith eventually snapped back. It had been done. Carlisle’s nostrils flared.

”SEE! There, I was right! Miles stole her. The bastard! I will kill him!” Charon sighed and rubbed his fingers over his temples.

”For a moment, just a moment, take a step back from your emotions. Look at them. Wouldn’t you agree that they are happy together?” Charon stared at Carlisle, hoping to break through to him.

”Yeah, happy at my expense. They will get to play happy couples, and I will once again be left alone. Carlisle sighed and ran his hands through his hair. He did have to admit, they did look peaceful. With the music faded from the room opposite he watched as the two closest people in his life got closer and closer. He felt his lip quiver slightly as he tried to keep it together once more.

”Now…. I am not an expert at relationships at all or anything… only been alive since creation and all that. But I would say, the mark of a true best friend would be noticing and accepting when your best friends have found happiness, and letting them have it. Even if it means that you don’t get your turn yet.” Carlisle wiped his nose with his sleeve before finally responding.

”I am happy for them. I am. But where is my happy ending? I have waited forever, watching as Miles took chance after chance from me. And now look. I am going to be left alone again. They will become a couple, they will bond, and sure, they will have a happy relationship. And then I will get left behind. On my lonesome”

”Yeah, but true friends stay together, even when the circumstances change. And well. If you could get over your own gain, then you would be surprised at how much they actually like you. And lest we forget. You aren’t exactly easy to be friends with. Both Lilith and Miles had to make sacrifices to be friends with you. Miles had to literally fight because he took you along. Lilith ended up helping solve your issues, she neglected her own.”

Carlisle took a hard swallow. His throat is now dry and raspy. He didn’t like taking any criticism, but watching them leave the reception room, he knew that Charon was right. There was no way that Carlisle could stop any of this. He had spent so long fighting what his mother told him he was going to be, he had neglected everything else in life.

”Okay, so now you have subjected me to my worst nightmare, anything else?” Carlisle said as he shrugged his shoulders.

”Well yes, but I am not going to guide you through it. Just walk out onto the veranda and everything will reveal itself. Just remember, some things will be trying to convince you to stay, and others will be trying to convince you to leave. Sadly, it isn’t possible to tell the difference between the two of them. You will just have to trust your emotions.” Charon shrugged his shoulders and clicked his fingers, disappearing in a billow of sudden smoke.

Carlisle stared around the room, walking over to the sofa that Miles and Lilith had just kissed. He placed his hands on the top of it, gripping it harshly. He wanted to tip it over. But he stopped himself for a moment. What would it actually achieve? Letting go he stroked the leather instead and sighed, taking a deep breath to try and centre himself. Miles and Lilith were happy. That was the important thing. Walking out over to the veranda, Carlisle opened the door, to see that the sky was the same purple blue that it was back at the train station. Maybe the scene in the reception room was just a hallucination, like everything else. Looking over onto the patio near the grill, he did see someone standing there. His heart nearly stopped. Looking back at him, was a younger version of his mother.

Carlisle stepped closer, going down the steps towards the grill. To start with neither of them said anything. All he could see was his other looking him up and down, a look of pure disgust painted over her face. Carlisle was going to tell this was going to hurt.

”You know… If I had known ahead of time that this was how you were going to develop. I would have had you aborted.” Her voice was cold, but true. Carlisle could feel her words coming through, not that of an imposter.

”I am sorry that I don’t live up to the expectations you so wanted of me” There was a hint of malice and rebellion in Carlisle’s words, but also sincerity too. He was legitimately sorry things turned out the way they did. But he wasn’t going to hold back.

”Yeah well, I got used to living with the disappointment that you brought to the family. Born a warlock. What an embarrassment. Not only could you not be powerful, you couldn’t even complete college. Name one thing you have done that you have actually completed and been successful at?” Carlisle stopped for a moment to think. Over a minute passed and then he finally spoke.

”I was made temporary leader of the coven.”

”And was that on talent or because of all the work I put in behind the scenes to convince everyone else to give you a chance, huh? And how is that working out for you? Cause day one and you have already been killed, and half the coven is trying to kill each other. Don’t exactly think you have got control of the situation. Except you don’t even know what the situation is because you were so busy being a failure trying to get the only girl that might actually make your existence worthwhile” His mother shouted at him, her finger pointing at him judgingly as he stood there and listened to her.

”Maybe I am happy with my life. Just because I don’t fit what you wanted me to be” Carlisle began to raise his voice to match his mothers, though he didn’t exactly have the same vocal depth as she had.

”All you had to do was be successful. Not majorly successful, but just successful enough to continue my legacy and give the middle finger to that bitch Mary. And you couldn’t even do that.” Amanda spat out, pressing her finger against Carlisle's chest which he swatted away. Carlisle did not respond right away. Instead, he tried to focus on exactly what she had said.

”Hang on….” Before he could even finish, Amanda finished her rant off first.

”And then, rather than being better than it, you decided to make friends with it and bring it over to our house!” That was it. He finally realised who she was speaking about. He had a hunch to start with, but now this just confirmed it.

”Miles? Are you telling me that you had me, to get back at the fact that Miles was born?” Carlisle could almost feel his heart slow down. He could quite believe what he was being told right now. His mother didn’t respond with a yes or a no, instead she rolled her shoulders and looked away from him. In the kind of way snobbish people did when they didn’t want to acknowledge your existence.

”You couldn’t even end up being stronger than him. That was the most basic thing I could have asked for. That was the whole reason you were even conceived!” So it was true. Once again Miles dominated his life. He took his girls, took his dorm, and now apparently, he owes his very existence to this man. It always seemed to be that everything in Carlisle's life was about Miles. And then people wondered why he was so paranoid about Miles coming into his life and taking even more things.

"Hang on… I was born just because Miles came along?" It was such a bizarre statement that he had to say it out loud. And it still felt wrong. His gut felt like it had been churning in overdrive. That sinking feeling in his stomach that he had since arriving here was now starting to feel like it was in free fall.

"Miles's father rejected my advances. We were supposed to usher in a new age of powerful witches by merging our bloodlines. But instead he chose that bitch Mary instead. So of course I wasn't going to let Mary have the last laugh!" Carlisle figured this was some kind of dream, so whatever he did here would have consequences. Clenching his fist he swung it awkwardly forward, hitting his mother in the face who gasped and staggered a step back.

”That’s for all the times you have berated me and made me feel like shit. I like Miles, and I don’t care that my whole existence was down the fact, you couldn’t live with someone else being happy.” He took a moment to shake his hand before continuing "I get that Miles is a handful. And women around him just seem to turn to putty. And yeah, it does feel like I am living in his shadow at times. But do you know what? I don't care. Cause he actually puts up with me" He then began to walk back to the veranda. Turning once more to look at his mother

"And I appreciate that being my friend is hard. Apparently I am a piece of shit and I haven't even noticed. So the fact he stuck around actually means something. Despite the flaws. And once I figure out all those flaws I will fix them. I will find new friends, and you know what. I will become coven leader, even if I have to face Serena in a showdown. But I won't do it for you, I will do it in spite of you!"' With that Carlisle stormed off back into the household leaving his mother out on her own.

Only a few moments later to find himself somehow back on the train platform. Charon was casually sitting on the bench that Carlisle had arrived on, eating an apple. Walking across to him, a look of confusion came across Carlisle's face.

"So I am back here, now what?"

"Well, I didn't expect you to finish your introspection that quickly. Normally it takes people a few days of back and forth torture and meditation before it sinks in." He said with a nonchalant tone.

"I don't think I have it all figured out. But look. If Grandpa John is in trouble. If he really is… Dying…" Carlisle struggled to get the word out by swallowing hard "But Lilith needs me. I need to be there." Carlisle began to speak faster.

"And what would you do when you get there?" Charon asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Something. Anything. Maybe there is an Abjuration spell. Something, or a potion that can reverse the effects." Carlisle began to pace back and forth.

"Wrong answer. That's you being you again. You have to fix everything. Have to be doing something. Maybe you just need to be there, give her a hug and say that sucks. I am here for you. Not everything has to be you finding a solution to a problem" Carlisle stopped in his tracks looking over at the male, A small look of confusion adorned onto his face.

"But what is the point in that? A friend is a person who solves problems. Makes sure they are okay"

"Your mother told you that, didn't she?" Charon started, shifting on the bench to get into a more comfortable position. "Everyone's happiness is more important than your own. You have to do what you can to make others smile. You need to bring value to the table in order to feel like you are doing good” Carlisle let out a sigh, listening to the words the deity was saying infront of him. He was trying to take in everything that was being told to him, but his mind kept wandering him to Lil and how she must be feeling.

”Look, this is all superfluous. I need to get back. I need to be able to comfort Lilith.” Carlisle would go back to pacing once more, staying still just seemed wrong.

”Well that is your next problem. You are no longer cursed, so you can’t uncurse yourself back, and because you aren’t dead, you can’t be revived. So right now you can’t exactly do anything. The only way would be to get yourself out of here by force. And there is no way you are going to be strong enough for that.”

Carlisle simply looked over at the male with a determined look on his face. ”Just watch me.”
I might join, and is there still room?


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