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An Endless Search (Durachka and Sethrine)

Now that the tables had turned somewhat, Damien was more easily able to see the hesitation in Genevieve's eyes. She hid it quite well behind all that anger and resentment toward his kind, but with his words, he had easily put a hole in that proverbial wall of hidden emotion and was able to see deeper into her deceit toward him.

As long as he posed no threat and was defenseless when it came to physical combat, she could not fatally harm him. Even her threat, now more verbal than just a mere act of intimidation, meant nothing. For the moment, he held the upper hand.

"I can tell you that there is one in this very city, and I know the location of two others. However, if you want to know more or even have a chance at obtaining these relics, I believe a barter of sorts should be made."

At this, he reached for the bars and held tight to them, showing off the smooth metal still wrapped around his wrists.

An Endless Search (Durachka and Sethrine)

Damien could almost feel a smirk coming on as she took the very words he had spoken, words she had spoken to him not too long before, and denied the claim she had made. He knew, obviously, she had been lying then, but it was almost satisfying to know he had caught the lie.

When her attention shifted to the holy water, his attitude changed with the sobering situation. He had been drenched in holy water many times as a lower class demon, not yet used to his power and so arrogant to how utterly weak he had been back then. Now, he was much stronger and could take the burn well, but it was still painful. And the route she was aiming for...he had seen even higher class demons scream in agony as the blessed liquid burned through their veins like the hottest fire.

"Already pulling out your conviction, are you?" Damien began, moving closer to the bars until he was a hair's breath away from touching them. "Surely you won't need something like that, especially if I cooperate in the long run. Wouldn't do your flock or your entire garrison any good if you were to damage the one being who knows the location of three of the relics, now would it?"

An Endless Search (Durachka and Sethrine)

"A Second Class Archangel? And to think, I almost questioned your abilities," he mocked, his voice coming out sharply at her title. Honestly, he wasn't the least bit impressed, especially with her rank being as high as it was. It seemed that she was holding quite a bit of disdain for him, as well, if her biting tone was anything to go by.

When Genevieve asked about the Relics of Asra, he became tight-lipped, his eyes remaining on her own with the promise of challenge. She would become impatient soon, he guessed, and would switch to much...harsher means to coerce the information out of him.

"I seem to recall saying I may or may not know of any relics. After all, their just a myth."

Ah, taunting the enemy. It wasn't his usual tactic, but it was all he had going for him at the moment. He had to give the impression of being lower in intelligence or else she and any within her flock would catch on to his plans. If he had to get a little beat up in the process, then so be it.

An Endless Search (Durachka and Sethrine)

Damien's scowl only deepened at the leader's own verbal threat. It was immediately after that his sight was taken from him, though he allowed the action without much fuss. He was a demon, yes, but his status meant he had a much higher dignity than that of his soldiers or mere pawns . He had let his guard down, his inner arrogance of being a higher status having leaked through his confidence, and because of it, he had been captured by the enemy in such a simple way. He would take the moment of humiliation as it was.

He knew not where they had gone, though he was well aware of being surrounded by other Angels. It must have been a hidden camp, a building disguised from the outside so as to keep their discretion. Exchanges in conversation were passed between the leader and a comrade, and he learned many things from their simple talk. It was enough for Damien to begin devising a way out of the predicament he had put himself in. He had many factors going against him at the moment, but he was jot known as a Knight of Hell for nothing.

When he was fnally led to a holding cell and his sight returned, he was at a much calmer, more calculating state then he had been. Luck was not on his side this day, but tomorrow could prove beneficial. Even if he were to stay their prisoner, he could use this to his advantage.

When the leader, Genevieve, asked for his name, he took a long moment to study her.

"Damien, Knight of Hell," he gave with a mock bow, lips quirked up just slightly.

"Now, isn't this just the cherry on top? An actual Knight as your prisoner! Wouldn't your garrison be proud."

He looked around him more closely now, seeing that just adjacent to the holding cells was a place meant for torture, with various devices and a mass of holy water. He was certainly not the first of his kind to be here, but if things worked in his favor, he would not be subject to such hindrances.

The Protagonist Plots

The Culper Agency looks really interesting, though I'm not sure if it's already been taken or not.

An Endless Search (Durachka and Sethrine)

Ah, still playing the unknowing Angel, was she? How quaint. It only made her seem suspicious of hiding something, perhaps even knowing where the relics are, herself. If that was the case, then it was likely this flock knew the location of the other two relics of which he only had an inkling where to begin.

With a sudden flourish, the leader unfurled her hidden wings, their span quite impressive. It was a technique he had seen many Angels do during battle, one that was meant to intimidate the enemy into either backing down or-

"What? What is this!?"

Damien had not anticipated the attack, had not even seen it coming. How had he not seen it coming? What had he missed? He scowled at the flock, the leader in particular, as he tested the cuff links' strength against his own. There were sygils all about the metalic material, ones he recognized quite easily as seals that blocked his power. He still had the majority of his strength, but it wasn't enough to break the long length of chain holding the cuffs together. He was indeed as she said him to be - a mere human.

He was grabbed roughly by two of the Angels on the leader's command, something of which caused a vicious snarl to escape him. Who was the coward now, unable to face a Knight of Hell without some silly cuffs to keep his power at bay?

He glared at the leader as they all made their way into the city. When he found a way to remove these cuffs, she would be the first to fall at his mercy. He would strike her down, just so she couldn't fight back, then he would kill her flock before her very eyes.

"You're nothing but a fool if you believe your attempts at interrogation will work on me."

An Endless Search (Durachka and Sethrine)

Okay, since I don't want to lose track of where we are or what we're looking for as far as the relics are concerned, I'm making this list so that we can go back to it at any time and update when necessary.

The Relics of Asra

Relic
Geographic Location: Atlanta
Resting Place: Baytown's underground cemetery, below the Old Community Church. Contained in the centurie's old tomb of Marcus Fortuna
Found by: -

We'll build on this list as we go along.

An Endless Search (Durachka and Sethrine)

Damien was not fazed by the Angel's deceptive words; there was no chance they were all present without some knowledge of the first Relic of Asra and its possible location. A stronger group of Angels would be a shame to waste in battle, unless it was something equally compromising, hence his present situation. He knew exactly where to go for this one, having sent out one of his soldiers long before to scout the exact location of the item and be on stand-by until he arrived. He would then give one of his many signals before the retrieval of the item to allow his soldier to know either to wait behind for more news or to return to his post on the battlefield.

The Angel leader held his stare every time he caught her eyes. He had to commend her for her bravery as well as sticking to her position.

"Whether I know of their location is none of your concern. After all, you've just found out of their existence, yes? Amazing what you learn when you're on vacation, a getaway from the massacre of your garrison. Oh, what a shame."

His lips turned up into a knowing smirk, his eyes shifting momentarily to the small flock of Angels on stand-by. The one who recognized him seemed a bit angrier now. Perhaps he hit a nerve somewhere.

An Endless Search (Durachka and Sethrine)

A vacation? Oh? In the exact same place that one of the five relics resided? Damien was no fool; the Angel's taunting would get her nowhere with him. It would become more of an annoyance before ever angering him to the point of action.

His sight through the demon spawn became rather useful when the Angels decided to attack, all forming a circle around the creature before charging all at once. Their blades were quick to strike and quite effective with every hit. Of course, they didn't go without their own injuries. If he didn't know any better, he'd say the lot of them were becoming worn out. And they were of a higher power grade? If it were in Damien's nature, he would have laughed at such a notion.

His closer sight was now gone, as was the pawn he had possessed, fading into black ashes before disappearing altogether. This, however, did not hinder his hearing or the shouts being issued against him from the leader of the group. Damien glared as he jumped from his perch, his feet making barely a sound aginst the earth. He moved toward the Angel, red eyes locking with her own.

"A coward you may think me, but I can assure that if I wanted you dead, you would have already been gone from this existence."

He paused several yards away, glancing to the group as a whole. It seemed that one of the Angels knew of him, if the haunted look and tense glare being sent his way was anything to go by. Good; that meant he had taken down several of the flock that one Angel had been with in the war, if not almost all of them.

He looked back to the leader once more. "You seek the Relics of Asra."

An Endless Search (Durachka and Sethrine)

Damien was not surprised at the Angels' quick wits. If they were after the same thing he was going for, he had no doubt that their training would be of a higher quality. The hell spawn he had initiated were of a lower level, meant only to taunt and push the limits of the enemy. Unfortunately, the ease of which they were taken down was inexcusable and could not be ignored. He would have to change tactics a bit. The redheaded one...she was clearly the leader, stronger than the others in both strength and wit.

He closed his eyes and began murmuring a string of chants, his hands coming together before separating and releasing a much larger cloud of dark smoke than before. The creature created was connected to his being, and when he opened his eyes, he could see throigh the creature's own. A very useful demonic charm, as it was. He motioned the creature forward, it's height quite staggering and its build meant to be threatening.

As the demon moved toward the Angels, he was able to get a closer look at them. He had not fought them before, he was sure of it, but he was also quite sure there were others that spoke of the redheaded angel and her abilities.

"Well, what a sight. I had no idea your kind was adverse to traveling this far, and in such a large group. Have you lost your way?"

Damien spoke through the lower demon lifeform, his voice coming out raspy and booming. It was a safer way to interact, better to learn what he could without putting himself in any compromising positons. He wasn't so daft as to assume he was stronger than the lot as some of his equally statured brethren would do. It would be a foolish move, and he was one to be thorough.