Darkness Falls On Londons Streets.

[Orla Hellbridle]

“You find no man, at all intellectual, who is willing to leave London. No, Sir, when a man is tired of London, he is tired of life; for there is in London all that life can afford.”

Welcome to the dreary city of london. With its dark roads and bleak over cast that matches its residents apparel, it is a place that darker....More sinister creatures reside. Goblins, pesky pixies, bridge trolls and a sort of other creatures reside here...As well as the darkest of the dark, Demons. London has unknowingly become the home of many demons who inadvertency have no idea about the other demon's existence that has slowly changed the petty crimes of mugging to much much worse... The people begin to fear as darkness....Falls...

Orla Walked down the streets in a hurry, her heels of her boots clicking on the cement sidewalk bleakly. It was another day, another kill and another soul to haunt her dreams. She clenched and un-clenched her hands as she walked in a straight line down the streets dards the even darker edge of london where crime was rampant. She had always lived on the darker...More drearier side of town though she had some money to afford a more...Pleasant...Home. She thought she deserved only to live in the evil side of town along with all the other terrible people she believed she belonged with. She brushed hair behind her ear with a shaky hand as she passed mortals going about their day with no fear in their eyes, it made her wonder what would happen if they only knew....

She stepped into the dark building that was clearly unkept and falling apart and stepped up the stairs to her apartment. As she walked down the hall to her door the wood flooring creaked ominously. When she reached the door she fished in her pocket a moment before pulling out a single key and sliding it into the rusted lock on the old, paint chipped door. It gave a loud ear splitting squeal, much like a fork being scrapped on a chalk board as the lock slid and the door knob twisted, as the door swung open she peered cautiously inside as she usually did before withdrawing, and pocketing the key. She could have just phased through but that would have ruined her cover....Even though no one was watching, a girl could never be too careful.
She stepped inside and threw her thick cloak off and tossed it aside on the floor as the door clicked shut behind her with a silent click which contradicted the loud screech of before. She choose this room for a few reasons. The door was one, she loved antique doors and the fact it doubled up as a sort of security system allowing her to know when someone opened or closed it made that door fabulous in her opinion. Secondly she was utterly alone in this building basically, the other inhabitants lived on sperate floors. And finally she loved old homes, the room had come with antique furniture that was in wonderful shape that gave the room a refined look.

Orla sighed and ripped her boots off and tossed them in the direction her coat went, and the purse followed swiftly. She jumped onto the plush antique couch that creaked softly but held and curled up with the many cushions that adorned the plush little couch. She reached for the remote in its usual place and switched on the old television that had a slight blurring on the edges but worked pretty well otherwise. She flipped to the news channel and watched with curiosity that had brought her to buying a television to learn about the mortals from the safety of her home with its barred windows and creaky door. This was the safest place she had known...
The news lady straightened her papers before leaning forward and giving the camera a steel glare before beginning, "London has had the largest spike in crime in history as of late." This pricked Orla's curiosity and she cranked the volume up as the lady continued, "There have been unusual....Crimes.....Where the teeth of a person have been removed...." As she droned on Orla immediately knew what it was from her bastardly fathers training, they were a form of pixie that fed on teeth, tooth pixies. She chuckled as the screen showed a psychologist attempt to figure out why a psycho killer would want teeth and was stuttering badly, his theory was ludicrous! She laughed at him before cutting off as the screen showed the news lady once again. The whole thing dragged on for an hour before she switched off the television and walking to the kitchen section of the room and making something to eat.

She simply dumped a bag of chips into a bowl and grabbing a smaller bowl and filling it with salsa and transporting both to the coffee table and turning it back on and serfing channels, for something new. As she crunched on a chip she found a documentary about the sudden crime spikes in london that caught her attention, it was a elderly young woman that looked to be in her seventies explaining that demons had come to kill them all and pondered this a moment. Usually the 'world is all going to end!' people didn't interest her, but this one had much information about them it seemed odd. The elderly woman demanded the public perform a safety ceremony to keep their households safe and made orla freeze just a hair before crunching the chip that the sudden stop abruptly caused a glob of salsa to land on the white carpet as she stared at the screen. Could this woman be a hunter? She looked closely for any brand on her that might give her away and found none. Orla watched with more fright then curiosity now....

[Solemn Creed]

Solemn Creed relaxed in the worn chair and chuckled slightly. He reached up with his right hand to brush his filthy black hair back from his face, then he hesitated and used his left hand instead as it was slightly less dirty. That done he grabbed his pants, which were folded neatly on the cleanest part of the floor, and reached into his pocket and brought out a lighter and pack of smokes. Always nice to have a good smoke after a meal, he mused. Yep an alien and oddly happy voice sounded within Sol's head. [glow=red,2,300]"Did I not say for you to remain quiet until spoken to?"[/glow] Sol growled out loud. Whimpering noises sounded slightly in the back of his head as the madness once more receded. Sol shook his head slightly at the memory of when he had been completely insane. He had been playing in New York with a new friend of his, who was now his wingman, but that is a whole other story and one not to be told at the moment.

Sol flipped the top of the crumpled box and shook out one of the little "cancer sticks" then placed the end in his mouth. He took a quick peek into the case and there were only two remaining. Sighing Sol realized he would have to go out and buy a new pack. He replaced the box in his pants which, like his other clothes, were completely clean. He never kept them on when he had a bit of fun. Sol had learned that if he did not indulge in his murderous urges often enough he have a relapse into complete insanity that may or may not once more become permanent. Sol lifted his lighter and clicked the flint to light it, but was disapointed when it resisted his efforts. Frustrated he threw it against a bloodstained wall. Sol then waved a hand in dismissal. He had no real need a lighter but he enjoyed the normality, and of course ones cigarette cannot simply appear to light itself now can it? With a quick snap of his fingers the tip lit easily.

Taking a slow draft, he then stood and looked around the dilapidated apartment room with its recently blood smeared walls, various scraps of skin, and destroyed clothing. He had entered this apartment, accompanied by an attractive female, with a carnal intent. They had then proceeded to have some fun which ended in him slaking his thirst for violence, hunger, and sex all at once.Exhaling, Sol took a quick draft on his cigarette and walked towards the shower.

He then proceeded to wash himself clean of all the gore and grime from his most recent prey. Filth running down the drain Sol stood there beneath the scalding nozzle of hot water. He grimaced slightly when he thought of what he had just done. The memory brought about an emotional mixture of ecstacy and shame. With the return of sanity came a slight conscience that he hated. Somewhere inside of him the insanity smiled, it would have him again, eventually, even if it took another century or two. Sol would grow tired of the strain on his mental state or possibly another traumatic event would snap him again. It mattered not for once the voices took hold inside of someone they would not leave until their host was dead, just like a cancer.

Once finished, Sol began to dry himself off and heard an aggravating shrieking sound that he recognized as a key turning in a rusty lock. Still naked and dripping Sol padded over to the door and stuck his head out in time to see a woman go into a room across the hall. Something about her made him curious. Interest piqued, Sol quickly retreated within his own room and got dressed. He finished several minutes later and left, taking care not to step in any of the mess he had left lying around. As he exited the room and approached the door of the woman whom had caught his interest, he heard a television going on about some boring old woman. After shrugging slightly he reached for the old, chipped door.
Knock, knock, knock...

[Rennia Trayvold]

Delio had stopped at a drop point and looked around to see if anyone was watching him. Despite the time of day there was no one nearby, at least no one who would notice him. Just then he spotted Sanders approaching him and he breathed out a sigh of relief. Delio had always been overly cautious for as long as he could remember. He had good reason to as well. He did things that generated a lot of enemies from most of the population. He was, as they would consider, a corrupt politician who thought himself a talented lawyer, and he was also a thief. But, he told himself things at night that helped him sleep, so as far as he was concerned he was fine with it, even if it meant he'd be looking over his shoulder everywhere he went.

He had confidence that they wouldn't find him though. He was good at hiding. He was a rat after all. He had spent years avoiding getting caught, and he wasn't about to slip up on something like this. No, this would be his first real payday in a long time. Finally he'd get back into business. Saintsfield enterprises had been in the tank for decades now, and he was convinced that this would be the changing point. He would get back into his crooked business and the money would flow. That was probably the second thing he valued most, right below his sleazy hide.

After that came girls. How he loved to dominate them. Delio was a sick man when it came to dominating women. To him they weren't his equals. He'd never have a 'significant other'. To them they were just his bitches, his slaves. They were to do his bidding and not talk, period. Delio remembered Marie, the one who had gotten away from him. Maybe one day he'd pay her back. That was his hope anyway.

He greeted Sanders with a faint nod and made as if he were dropping something in the mailbox he was standing near. Then he started up an idle conversation with the man, who similarly approached the mailbox with apparently the same intent. "Unusual weather we've been having around here." Sanders replied promptly accompanied with a nod. "Aye, unusual for this time a year 'innit?"

At that point Sanders appeared to be having trouble with the mailbox when Delio stepped in 'to the rescue'. "Here, let me help, ya gotta..." And in a few moments the problem appeared to be sorted. Sanders smiled and gave a wave. "Thanks! Cheers mate." And just like that Sanders started off. Delio thought the drop was so sly as he himself started away in the opposite direction.

Suddenly Delio began to hear a soft whispering melody in his head. He stopped and looked about him, trying to find the source of the odd music. It was a slow, somber, and utterly eerie tune. He couldn't make out the words, but something about it gave him the chills unlike any he had felt in a long time. He shook his head and pegged it as his imagination getting the best of him. Then he slowly continued on.

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Rennia shook her head and rolled her eyes as she stepped back from the spotting scope she had set up in the apartment. Across the way there were two men walking away in opposite directions from a mailbox.

'Pathetic' was what came across Rennia's mind. How could they even believe no one would ever notice that? Well.. she supposed they weren't expecting someone with a spotting scope so... maaaaybe. Either way it was a poor attempt. Both men she was familiar with. One of them, Sanders, was a known smuggler of high value media. Generally intelligence information. He was the black ops of the underworld so to speak. The other was a man she had met some time ago named Delio. Her dark red eyes traced the man as he advanced down the street.

Suddenly the demoness picked up a longbow from it's resting place along the wall. Her hands gently ran over the faintly glowing runes carved along the length of the bow. It had been a gift, given to her by an usual fellow, in a time when magic was more present in society. It had it's uses in situations like this. Sure using a longbow in this age was unorthodox, but unfortunately the Barrett M107 she had positioned at the base of the window was just too loud, even when suppressed. It would alert everyone in the building, and that was the last thing she wanted.

She reached down and gently pulled out an arrow from her quiver she had leaned up against the wall. The arrow was a considerable amount larger than the arrows they normally used in hunting bows, and there were a few reasons for that. One was the added weight helped it sail further and faster, as well as hit harder. Two the length also helped with it's traveling distance. And three, she was using a longbow, as apposed to the compound bows they used today, which had a shorter draw length. The tip of the arrow was also unusual in the fact that it had barbs going in both directions. A pair aimed back, as one might expect a normal broad head to do; however, there were a pair of barbs aimed forward in the opposite direction. The result was a maximum damage arrow that was a pain in the ass to remove.

She gently glided the arrow up to the bow and gently slid it into place. Two fingers held it into place as she began to slowly pull back on the string. The bow was utterly silent as it was slowly stretched. However, before she could even get a quarter of the way to the draw length of the bow, she heard a wailing screech coming from within the building. She quickly let the pressure off without releasing the arrow, and quickly glanced back into the building. Her eyes darted around as she listened for further noise. When nothing else came, she turned back towards her target, satisfied she would be alright for now.

She pulled the bow back slowly into firing position, arrow head aimed slightly above Delio's head from her point of view. This was where another unusual property of her bow stuck out. Most longbows were very accurate, and very powerful at short range, or decently powerful and somewhat accurate at long range. They also had somewhere between one hundred and two hundred pound draw forces, and were built for humans. Demons were stronger than humans, and Rennia's bow... had easily two and a half times the normal draw force that the old English Longbows had. Thus Rennia's bow had accuracy, power, AND range.

Finally Rennia lead her target by a few degrees before...... Fwooosh---BANG! The bow was almost whisper quiet as it released the arrow, however the arrow let off a bang as it was almost instantly propelled to nearly the speed of a bullet. The ballistic arrow cut through the sky as it closed in on it's target who had no clue the lethal force that was speeding towards him.

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Delio was still convinced that he was merely hearing things when that tune started up again. This time it was louder. He was sure he wasn't hearing things this time. However, instead of stopping he continued on, this time at a slight more rapid pace. Someone was toying with him, and he didn't want to stop and find out who. If they were onto him, time was not on his side and he needed to make it to where he was going fast. If he got there in time he would be safe from whoever it was!

Suddenly Delio noticed that the tune was suddenly becoming Coherent. Every now and then a word would come through in English and the tune was becoming louder and clearer. Then, all at once, it changed into perfect English: "On this fated day Delio did meet, his friend named Sanders down on the street. He didn't even make it around the bend, when Delio's life came to an end. It came out of nowhere it came in fast, it hit his heart like an icy blast. It sang through the air like the screeching dead, as it came and ripped through Delio's head....."

The ominous tune caused the man to look up just in time for him to spot a black object screeching towards him. He barely even noticed it before it was too late. Like a ton of bricks the arrow's head slammed into his forehead and blasted through. Delio's head was instantly ripped open, his brain matter splattering against the street and nearby buildings as the arrow carved through him like butter. Due to the size of the arrow however, he was sent toppling backwards where his body collapsed onto the ground, clearly dead.

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Rennia examined her work from the building she was hiding in, looking down at the cooling corpse. With that she quickly unstrung her bow, wrapping the string around it for easier storage as she slipped it into a special 'sleeve' she carried it in. She slung that over her back and grabbed up her rifle. It wasn't ideal for close quarters, but it'd have to work for now. She chambered a round and made for the door. She quickly pulled it open and checked left and right. When both were clear she moved out into the hallway, rifle held low. Her stance was that one might expect a highly trained swat time, or even black ops military... which would make sense, being as that was her occupation. She quickly made her way to the staircase and moved down a floor to where she heard the noise.

Again she checked left. Clear, then right-- Standing in the hallway was a man, which caused the demoness to quickly stash the rifle underneath her cloak. She advanced out into the hallway so she didn't appear to be loitering in the shadows like some individual who was about to shoot any threat coming her way. She looked over at him like she was surprised to see someone else in the building, giving a tilt of her head as well to add to the look. She could tell that he had just recently knocked on the door of another apartment. Maybe that's where the squeak came from.

Now it was a waiting game. She wasn't sure that she'd been spotted, and if she was lucky she hadn't, but the fact that there was at least ONE other individual in this building, was worth checking out. The demoness stood on one side of the hallway, waiting to see how this would play out.

[Orla Hellbridle]

She finally snapped out of it and reached down to scoop up the gloopy red mess on the carpet with her hand and carrying it quickly to the garbage to dispose. She ripped paper towels off the roll and began to rub at the stain of salsa while contemplating what she had witnessed. The old woman had known Everything there was to know about demons, including that information demons didn't like to share one bit, such as weaknesses, where they liked to dwell and she had even named a few demons whom had achieved a spot in mortal politics. She scowled at the old television as if it was its fault the lady had found out about this before carrying the soiled towels back to the kitchen and dumping them into the garbage. She got more paper towel and carpet cleaner and proceeded to soak the stain with carpet cleaner hoping it would come out. She growled at the stain before hearing the firm knock at the door.

The knock that changed everything.

Orla snarled at the door, her eyes briefly turning blood shot a brief moment before resuming their dark slate shade. Now was a terrible time for visitors, it was probably the landlord wanting "Pay" early but you could never be too careful. She shouted,

"In a minute!" Before prancing away to her room and opening her iron chest that sat before her highly detailed maple bed that like everything else in the house was very old.
She flipped all the tags on the box and popped it open and grabbing a few knives to slip into their hiding places she custom made on her apparel. She was ready to answer the door...

She marched right up to the door and felt hesitant to open it. The slight hesitation lasted only a second but to her lasted forever because she just remembered, The landlord never comes because she killed him to get him to leave her alone.
It had been the stupid landlords fault anyways that he died. He always wanted more pay from her and when she declined him he shoved his way inside and began to attempt to wreck things in search of her so called "Fortune" He thought she hid. And of course when he found nothing he turned on her and threatened her. So things just went downhill for him from here. Luck was on her side and no one questioned his disappearance, and things had become almost peaceful... In a bloody, murderous, lonesome sorta way. Until tonight's disturbance.

As she snapped out of her deep thoughts she began to turn the door knob slowly....But surely... Getting ready...
As the door opened she swung it open and peered into the hall to see a young man stand in front of her. She peered at him and thought he was peculiar, his dark hair and sinister eyes. But then again she was often distrustful. She gave a fake smile and asked politely,
"Hello? Can I help you?" She made an elaborate show of attempting to be cheerful though she had much on her mind and doubted her smile looked genuine, but that mortal saying 'it's the though that counts' came to mind so she kept the plastic smile all the same.

She noticed a movement in a shadow at the end of the hall but ignored it and focused her attentions on the stranger at her door, he gave her the slight chills...

(*dies* this is such a short post T_T im sorry... Theres not much I could have said really.)

[Solemn Creed]

((lol its k))

As Sol waited for a response from the woman his head turned about as his ice-blue eyes observed his surroundings. He noticed the chipped paint on the worn and well used door. He noticed the shaggy and dirty carpet of some unrecognizable color. As Sol turned, his eyes following the cracked and peeling plain wallpaper, he saw a woman. Wow said the observing voice. What is it? Sol asked in his mind. Its just shes a little tall and all replied the observing voice. Sol peered a bit closer and tilted his head slightly. Yeah, she is he observed. His mind took in every single one of her physical features and he found himself thinking, Wasnt I doing something? Sol thought. Yeah we were waiting for that woman to open the door so we could talk to her the voice of remembrance told him.

Sol shrugged and turned his attention from the derelict halls of the dark building's interior to the woman's door once more when she replied with [glow=blue,2,300]"In a minute!"[/glow]. Sol reached up and brushed a lock of hair back from his face as he waited. He cocked his head to the side a little as he attempted to see if he could hear anything from inside. He heard a few noises that could be described as movement and maybe a heavy chest or closet opening then closing a few minutes later. Sol took another quick glance down the hall and he frowned slightly.

Sol could see that even though it had only been a few moments the female was still standing there, watching something. He glanced around a bit and it was painfully obvious that it was him she was watching. Sol shifted nervously a bit. He did not like being watched especially for no reason. His head looked back at the door when he heard the latch click and the door began to open. The darkly clothed woman he had seen earlier answered the door which opened on rusty hinges with an audible screech. She wore dark clothing that Sol did not care to analyze in his head. It was more her stature that intrigued him. she was about the same size as his transformed state and looked him in the eyes on an equal level.

[glow=red,2,300]" Jeez,"[/glow] Sol spoke quietly [glow=red,2,300]" What do they feed the children around here? Nuclear waste?"[/glow] he said rhetorically in a joking manner. [glow=red,2,300]" I apologise if my manner would appear to be a bit, rough on the edges,"[/glow] he chuckled with a warm smile. [glow=red,2,300]" Its just you are the second woman i have seen today who is above average hight."[/glow] he glanced suspiciously towards the woman down the hall once more. [glow=red,2,300]" I was in my apartment when I heard the rather loud and unusual noise of your key turning,"[/glow] he continued with [glow=red,2,300]" I could not help but take a look out of my room and see yourself,"[/glow] he tilted his head slightly a little bit, [glow=red,2,300]" Something about you just caught my eye and i dont know what it was."[/glow]

Suddenly Sol's eyes widened. [glow=red,2,300]" Where are my manners!"[/glow] he exclaimed [glow=red,2,300]" Im Solemn Creed, Sol for short if you will."[/glow] He told her as he extended his hand to her in greeting with a smile on his face.

[Rennia Trayvold]

The demoness let go of her rifle, letting the sling hold it in place along her frame under her cloak and out of sight of the two in front of her. Sure the cloak made her look strange, given she was bout the only one these days who wore one, but it was good for hiding things. She offered an almost sheepish smile as she was noticed by the man, and she quickly snapped her gaze over when she heard that door open.

She waited a few moments, looking a bit uncomfortable even, as if she was debating something, but might have been too shy to come forward with it. Finally after the man looked towards her again, she stepped forward, moving over towards the group. Her hand came up to scratch the back of her head, slightly ruffling her jaw length, deep red hair. Her sheepish smile also grew a bit as she took on an almost embarrassed look.

"Uh, hi... I... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to stare... I'm just... Well I was just looking around. I didn't think anyone lived here." Her words came out slow and almost uncertain, like she didn't know what to say. "Uhm... Hi. I'm Rennia." She seemed to struggle to find words and just fell silent after that, looking a bit awkward as she held her arm at the elbow, looking around and avoiding gazing into their eyes.

Rennia's eyes gazed around the building. She hadn't ever been to this particular one before, but the look of the building was similar to the apartment complexes in this part of London, that had been built several decades ago. She remembered what they looked like when they were new. They were low grade, but they didn't look bad. The history they had in them was also a point of fascination to Rennia. She loved old buildings, for they reminded her of how things were back then. Not that things weren't good now, she just had fond memories that dated back years and years. She inwardly sighed at the memories that were called up before she turned her attention back to the two in front of her.

"Oh! Sorry.... I hope I'm not interupting?"


((Sorry for the delay! >.<))