Author's Note: Here's another chapter for y'all! LOL, this is now what we shall see of Angelique's fate real quick. Yes, I'm evil enough to turn from Aurora running away and Pinhead's reaction to go to this instead. Why? Because I'm evil like that...:) Oh, also, the Feline Cenobite is my OC. So that means I do indeed own her. And we shall see more of her in later chapters, trust me. She's an interesting character! She also is in 'Devious Unfortunate Souls: Hellraiser Drabbles' in #2 which is centric to her and her human life.


Also- The brief language spoken in between the Soulkeeper and Angelique is French. I take Spanish so I used Bing to find out how to say most of the stuff. Use Bing Translator if you want a translation to what they say.


7. Two of a Kind


Dark.

It was the first automatic reaction to think overall, stirring lightly and rather tiredly as though finally freed from some sort of a mental trap. Only to find another trap, physical this time, in an unfamiliar environment to someone was clever as her.

Princess Angelique stirred, attempting to move her hands but failed to do so, as a heavy metal-like material held her down to the hard ground she found herself lying down on. Letting a groan escape from her full, rouge lips, she turned her head carefully to one side, a pounding headache errupting even for someone of her type in the description of former demon turned Cenobite.

The familiar icy chuckle was the first sound she heard, as Angelique then let out an inhuman snarl. This mysterious male being, whoever he was, unable to bleed or not, Cenobite or demon, whatever he may be- he most certainly had some foolish nerves to go as far as to abducting her! Princess Angelique! Gritting her teeth, her heart hammered against her chest in fury, eager in the mood to kill violently and for the revenge to be done to this being as soon as she knew for certain Leiathan would send out his best Cenobite troop to find her. Perhaps...Xipe? Or maybe Leviathan would send that young tracker Cenobite with cat-like abilities and similar physical features...the Feline Cenobite, was her name?

Either or, an increasingly growing fury bubbled deep inside Angelique, as her dark eyes gleamed to the glowing azure ones, in a cold stare as he approached to her, shrouded in darkness both by the hooded, ancient, robes he wore and the darkness of the unfamiliar environment. His bed chambers? It was one option she had supposed in mind, if having had the ability to pale, she would've. (If her bone white pale skin could indeed get any paler.) What if, this powerful being had taken her for his own lust in desire, pain, and pleasure?

He wouldn't dare!

He wouldn't dare!

A dark anger, an autmatic stance of defense was the first idea that came into Angelique's mind as a pair of large, rough hands approached to undo the heavy binds placed on her small hands. But before she could stop herself, the very first thing the demon princess did instead was slap this being at a place she was certain was his cheek.

It seemed to cause her more pain than what was meant for him. The reaction of something stone hard, not even possible for someone built of heavy muscle, that caused a quick reaction of throbbing pain to travel through Angelique's hand. The princess shrieked in fury, angered that no matter what she did she simply could not bring any harm to this being. From the looks of the azure eyes, he seemed to have flinched- briefly. Which would've bruoght some satisfactory for Angelique- if it hadn't been that he instead grabbed ahold of her hands suddenly at a deathly crushing grip.

"Ack!" she hissed, biting her lip hard enough to taste the metallic taste of her blood again as she attempted to hold in her screams. If this was what this being wanted to do to her, to make her scream, then she was not about to let anyone scream or satisfy anyone. Ever again. Not after being the restless sex slave to the greedy human Jacques. A true fool he was indeed, restless as well and never satisfied despite how blind he was to realize she was truly worth far more than any human female in existence. Far more beautiful, in her truthful opinion.

But from that timing when she had been freed, Angelique swore to never bow before anyone ever again- not counting Leviathan ofcourse, who was her dark God...which for some strange reason, this being with azure eyes and an ability to not bleed showed a hatred to him.

"Sh...sh..." his smooth, icy voice insisted, chuckling aswell. Blinking once or twice while his grip tightened, Angelique felt a sharp stab of pain shoot throughout her, immediately sitting upright and facing directly into the azure eyes with a look of pleading desperation for him to release her.

"Now, now, naughty princess that's no way to behave yourself now, is it?" he laughed, releasing her right hand as he then used his free hand to carress her face, as she then tried to smack him away.

"How DARE you touch me! You bastard!" she screamed, disgusted by this being immediately.

"Bastard? Heh heh, now, now there princess. Wouldn't like go around insulting everybody now. I am indeed no bastard at all. In fact, I am you. Well, we are of the same." he explained, as Angelique widened her dark eyes in completel disbelief as this foolish rubbish. Had this being be human, she would've considered an option that perhaps he was intoxicated. But this was no human being, and besides, the existence of alcohol was nearly impossible to find within the Labyrinth.

"And you sir, are truly something insane! I am the princess of Hell! I demon of exquisite beauty! You sir are a pathetic excuse for any sort of serve to Leviathan! Hmph! A fool who shows a despise to the dark God as well!" she hissed, meant to be an insult as she notice him and his azure eyes suddenly become bewildered, freeze, and then react in fury.

"I TOLD YOU NEVER TO MENTION THAT NAME!" he roared, loudly enough across the rocky chambers, eyes turning into a sudden pitch black deathly shade in anger.

Angelique trembled at the roar and power to this being's yell, the anger to it, and only one twinge of a thought briefly felt a slight attractiveness to this being for his anger. But it quickly faded from the demon princess's thoughts. The being heaved deep breaths before quickly calming himself.

"Pardon my anger, princess. I am not one of aggressiveness, nor I have brought you here in any way meant for abduction. Rather I have brought you here, because I know you're interested. You don't know. but I know." he immediately began, waving a hand to the side, as all of a sudden from there candles surrounding them immediately light up in bright glow, forming a large circle surrounding them and giving them life.

Angelique admittedly widened her eyes in surprise, having from the sudden way he hadn't even lifted a finger, though common for telekniesis to be involved in such doings like this, even controlling fire.

Her dark eyes sparkled as she stared blankly at the candles for a brief moment, never once prying her eyes off as the hooded being was shown better than when he had appeared in a barging entrance to her room or now when the chamber had been left previously in the dark.

"Inticed, princess? I hadn't known you had such an interest to fire.." he chuckled in comment, as Angelique glanced briefly, heart thumping as she noticed this being finally unhood himself.

And she gasped, in both horrid and surprise by the very sight to it.

"Ayez pitié de Leviathan." she whispered lowly the last part for him to not hear.

"See princess? We're two of a kind.." he laughed.

This being was something in the mixed presence, possibly falling under the categories of equisite Cenobite and even demon God. Deathly pale skin of a chalky white color impossible for even the Cenobites to have reached when drained of most of their blood, lips so paled without even the slightest tint of color except for the long line of a single drop of blood falling from the corner of his right lip, razor teeth enough to be compared with knives as thee was glimpse to it within his devious smile of white teeth that weren't even whiter than his skin, a broad face indeed of crafted perfection in an artist's eyes. Long, shoulder length hair of something smooth like it was made in perfect straight lines by the edgy style it was, of a strawberry color- handsomely chosen. Eyes the same bright azure eyes that gleamed straight at her, revealing by the left top by the eyebrow and such at the top of the eye had a large, crescent moon shaped scar faded in pink, but with tingled lines as though it had been formerly deep and permanently brutal.

His outfit, which consisted in almost the similar style of a Cenobite's wear of midnight black leather robes, though higher quality as though formerly in royalty with the blood red jewels wovened on the glove he wore on his right hand that symbolized a mysterious symbol, a heavily muscular body of broad shoulder, tight chest, the chest mutilated by the deepest gash wound Angelique had ever seen in her life, as though exposed open and held back by about three wires or so from each side to make a small square gap in the center of his chest, revealing no such heart from within- as far Angelique could see or even hear not even a faint beat. He was handsome and mutilated, admittedly heavily attractive, but the cold stare in his azure eyes and sniggering laughter shook that from Angelique's mind and stare.

"We are not alike." she growled inhumanly, as he approached her, carressing her cheek for the briefest second.

"Oh no...not physically princess. But we've both been admittedly been used and tossed about in such unnecessary, foolish humility. Never recognized for the true potential power each of us share." he breathed in an icy whisper, the coldness of goosebumps travelling as far as to Angelique's breasts. His breath was as cold as the Labyrinth itself, similar to Xipe's in the deep echo to it when he had infamously announced things in serious moments.

"Go on." she narrowed her eyes, nodding so. He chuckled, while Angelique full rouge lips remained barely parted but a straight, firm line of neutrality and held back ange. Her wrists throbbed, not wanting to experience another death grip yet again from him by anger, Angelique decided to play this rather unique game he was starting.

"I am not of Cenobite. Nor do I considerably fall under the category of demon. Tell me, princess, what was the very first creation of him?" he coldly whispered the last part, almost in a venomous hiss. Immediately, Angelique knew this was meant to be referred to as Leviathan, and did not question. She instead, answered as he wished her so.

"The Chatterbeast, the very first Cenobite even before the elders themselves." she announced in the statement of matter-of-factly. In reaction he roared in echoing laughter across his chamber, and from where he stood, behind him the cnadles there instantly went out as he chuckled himself in whatever he found to be humorous for her reply.

This man, whatever being he may be, was most certainly in official declare the most insane being Angelique had ever crossed eyes with. A hatred to Leviathan far more worse than when the Cenobite 'Doomsday' had beugn rumored and whispers for an uprising against him, which failed miserably as he was killed by Atkins. There had been the infamous wonders of what might've been, but were silenced by Leviathan and Xipe. Other than that, Leviathan had never really had a lead war before, civil or against anything else in reality.

So what did this man hate so about him?

Well, she was about to find out as he silenced himself from the endless chuckles and continued forth in his sentence.

"Well princess, you're straight out wrong. The mutt isn't of any deserved value to being pronounced as the first creation by him. No you're horribly wrong there, but then again, all of you are. You're all young, nieve and fools. Not even the Elders are aware of who was truly created first...the very first five beings to breath and live amongst these walls of the Labyrinth and beyond. Do you suppose you know perhaps for a second guess, lovely princess?" he remarked, turning over to face her yet again in question.

The princess herself thought of an idea or two, but decided for the entertainment sake to let him continue as if meant to leave her on the dge of suspense from this foolish insane ride. Besides, any moment soon Angelique just knew Xipe and his Gash would bash down the door, or perhaps the Feline Cenobite would've surely tracked her location down by now with an army of Cenobites. It just had to be...

Sighing after a second or so passed with no sign of relief, the princess nodded so for him to continue.

"Myself...and my brother and sisters." he announced simply.

Angelique snapped straight up, surprised by this blasphemy he spoke of.

"Vous menteur." she whispered intensely, leaning close enough to have had herself leaning against his hard toned chest. He himself had narrowed his azure blue eyes to an icy blue as he chuckled yet again.

"Je ne ferais jamais si belle." he murmured, hand delicately fiddling and giving the sligtest touch to the wires hooked through her shoulders, sending a shudder to Angelique by the seemingly sensual touch he gave as he leaned in towards her ear and whispered:

"Je crois que vous avez une langue étrangère..hmph. N'essayez pas même de tenter de jouer un peu de jeu de charades. Parce que, ma belle princesse, bientôt vous doit voir de mon propre jeu j'ai dans le magasin avec le désir de vous souhaitez..." he said, as Angelique froze in understanding every single word he spoke through to her, as having been with a French decent as well.

"So I see we share a quality of knowing a language the humans speak of. How old are you?" Angelique demanded suddenly, folding her arms.

"I am ageless, darling. But if I must admit, I have safely lost count after four thousand years." he admitted ever so boldly to her.

Angelique glanced, finding it difficult to imagine his age as she licked her lips and breathed softly.

"I sense you have an idea in store to explain to me of your past, do you not?" she smiled wickedly.

"Indeed, princess," he said, grabbing forth the familiar ancient book Angelique had found in her book earlier before teleknitecally, as it reached forth in his hands.

"A spellbook of the humans dark magic, I presume?" she chuckled, humored by this.

"Not quite." he smiled back, but not meant in the kindly way as words of the unfamiliar language were whispered across, voice icy cold enough to cause a sudden wind blow, extinguishing all the surrounding candles, with a dim fog appearing by Angelique's feet.


"Perhaps a memory or so from my eyes shall assist for you, princess?" his voice chuckled through in echos, as Angelique noticed the place swirvel and spin quickly. Immediately, the whirlwind stopped to a timing of unknown and confusion, before the Chatterbeast, before the Gashes, before the balanced Order, before the Toymaker, before even the Labyrinth itself was created.

But it seemed indeed something had been created by Leviathan, as in Angelique's eyes were set of five, beautiful children, no older than one or so.

"Thousands of years ago...before even a balanced order or the existence of your Labyrinth and demons, there was us. The Five- the very first five creations of...Leviathan himself. We looked to him personall as one we loved truly, as he had made us from the darkness and lightness of Hell itself as young ones. We had looked to him as...our Father. We even addressed him as that, were loyal directly towards him even when the 'Mysterious Ones' a lost ancient breed of demon-like creatures had attempted an early rebel. We were the ones that fought gallantly as his warriors and...as his children." his voice echoed through Angelique's mind, as she was unable to find him.

There was a set of twins before Angelique, a boy and a girl- rather man and a woman as they looked into early adulthood. The man had nearly the same impossibly chalky pale white skin, with entangled, dark brown hair as smooth as though kissed by light, powerful glowing eyes of a gold in calmness, obviously of such a power for his very presence and bold physical body. Clad in a warrior's ancient leather design.

His sister was as inticing, with gleaming onyx eyes of such a shimmer, her endless, untammable dark brown hair complexing well with the snowy white skin she had, a slim figure made fitted and well with the same leather bound, ideal dress and corset worn.

"These, princess, are the very first two creations of all time by Leviathan. The twins that balanced Light...Life and...Darkness and Death. Lucius and Vienna, Lucius being the one having harnessed his gift of breathing life, while his wicked sister, Vienna, could steal life away when she chose to do so. Otherwise inseperable from one another in their bond formed, they were true balance."

Next came him now, nearly looking the same except for no scar and a bit seemingly younger self, as Angelique could suddenly pick off emotions of eagerness and nieve.

But then, came the most beautiful woman by far- admittedly for Angelique's shame- this woman beat her. Flowing, soft, raven midnight black hair as though from the night sky itself, glowing tan skin of the sun having kissed it for the glow given, the shimmering violet eyes, high cheekbones, and curvaceous body to die for in the delicate robes wrapped tightly around her body, giving her an impossible grace.

"I sense envy from you, lovely princess. For this is indeed my sister, Anastasia. Though Vienna had the worst temper of all, Anastasia was the most wicked and diabolical as you may say. Never having had really trusted Father once, I admired her strongly for that. She was the most wise but eager in bloodlust- easily able to seduce those Father pointed to be threatening targets, once weakened by their desire she would strike boldly." he laughed.

Finally, for the fifth was a young woman, small and petite but just as lovely. Large, doe brown eyes filled with emotions, in just the mix of caramel between Anastasia's tan skin and Vienna's deathly bone white pale, and wavy brown hair updone in such unique styles Angelique would've never imagined.

"And of course, Leita. My lovely, kindest sister who was the most loyal to Father as well. Having never gone farther than ten inches from him when she was younger, I had thought he favored her the most- perhaps loved her the most in a human's mind similar to a daughter...but the supposed perfect family quickly faded when the shadows of our secrets of broken laws were exposed."

In the flash, in the hidden darkness did they truly love one another. In stronger attachments, since only Vienna and Lucius shared a true bloodline relation to one another. Tentative emotions shared in secrecy, as Angelique saw a dim cloud in greying memory of him sharing a rather gentle but passionate kiss to this Vienna, as her twin delicately held tightly Anastasia.

But little Leita, in the gasping surprise to Angelique, enlocked herself to no more than a mere human despite such wonderous power and a title she possessed, to have found a consort through a demon, but instead choose a weak worthless human like a fool she was. Hmph. Yet this one was the most loyal to Leviathan?...

"Attachments, love, desire, and even a twinge of compassion was forbidden amongst. We did not have the luxury of allowed consorts like you, more or less with mere human beings as my sister Leita broke the rule. She was the most kindest, and always shared sympathy and compassion to the suffering humans in our torture dormain. When we all experienced the feel to love itself, a true pleasure never truly witnesses through the kind we were raised of, resulted in love children created." he gestured, to the swollen, heavily pregnant stomachs on Anastasia, Leita, and Vienna. The three seemed content as they carressed and cooed to their children, but then paled in the memory she saw of Leviathan in their presence.

"...Leviathan- our own Father to think- was infuriated. Angered by our 'betrayal' in his eyes. And with that, we were banished from the very domain of the Labyrinth and sent towards the farther, uncharted rims of Hell itself for a harsh torturing reminder of...well what he thought of as 'foolish mistakes to betrayal'. For a personal punishment, Leviathan brought forth the human lover of my sister, Leita, and ordered for a brutal murder right in front of her eyes."

Indeed, the sight was rather brutal, the murderer being one of the oldest elders- a Cenobite perhaps- wait. This...this was indeed the Chatterbeast, though looked more like a mere, average Cenobite with a heavy muscle surrounding him, doing such unspeakable tortures while Leita watched in screaming horror.

In the darkness of the murder was his screams and Leita's pained cries cut off, though returned quickly by the sound of painful, pitiful screams of such unberable labor that made the princess flinch.

The sound of a young baby's cry filled the brisk, intense air, as Angelique swirlved to her feet and found Vienna, paler than her already impossibly pale skin, her knotted, exhausted and sweating as she cradled a young newborn in her arms, with he rather staring lovingly.

"My son, Anastasia's and Lucius's daughter, and Leita's twin son and daughter, were whisked away safely to be hidden, fully immortal and to live on forever with our love in the human world. That perhaps, the human dormain lived true happiness, though my son, as he grew quickly, formed a close bond to his mother and I. Refusing strongly and boldly to leave- though only now do I carry the regret of allowing such." his voice trailed to sadness.

Angelique stared straight to the darkness, noticing this man's tone turn suddenly rather sad, as though hinting towards an upcoming personal tragedy within the future.

She couldn't believe this, stammering here of all those years ago that her own god...Leviathan...did such horrible things to these people. Those he created- raised for L- for sake- and angrily banished them and what was considerably his own grandchildren. Just what was seen wrong by showing compassion? There was no Balance, it wasn't as though he would be stripped of his power, it was cruel. It was downright...selfish. Absolutely awful. Angelique couldn't believe that she of all people would find herself thinking such of words to her own God.

But...as he continued, the more those words swirled in the ex-demon princess's mind.

"We plotted our well-deserved revenge. Our Father didn't deserve such a cold power, and we wanted to steal what was rightfully ours and raise our children in a time of equal peace, balance, and sought to find it personally. Unfortunately though, despite our tremendous power, Father sensed of our plotting- and created and Army of the very first Cenobites, to raid us and bring us forth...and for a personal pleasure...killed my own son."

Angelique gasped, surprised by this as she felt her heart jump by this. Seeing the cloud of memory play, he fiercely fighting in anger, Vienna screaming in horror. The sight of the Chatterbeast in what was still considerably human Cenobite form, strike down the small son no older than five or so.

As Vienna shed her blood tears, and the flames of their place burn, as they were brought foth to their Father.

Where Vienna and he made a strike, and nearly managed to win if it hadn't been for the Cenobites to save Leviathan from his son and daughter from destroying him.

"With that, Father saw an admiration interest within us, besides the lust to want to destroy us once and for all, he made a deal to us. We die- physically. But our souls be reincarnated in future offsprings of those chosen Cenobites specifically...my siblings, my own Vienna, accepted in ease and eager. Lucius and Leita of course were quick to accept, having kindly feelings for father still. Anastasia followed her lover, and despite my whispered plead to not do so- my own Vienna followed. I refused, and with that was struck by my Father's power, causing the scar upon my eye and my heart to be ripped out. And was banished, as I watched with a simple touch my brother and sisters fall, one by one- like dropping flies as humans say."

And indeed they did, die quickly upon the floor much to the misery Angelique felt in sympathy for him. He was screaming in roaring pain when he watched this Vienna fall lastly, clearly and cruelly saved for last for Leviathan's pleasure to watch his bleeding son suffer.

The princess gasped, shaking her head quickly in the complete disbelief of this absolutely horror, a complete low monstrosity- even for someone of the princess to bear sights with, but she was still in disbelief over the sight of a young child being slaughtered.


The floor returned to normal from the fog, the grey memories fading and Angelique's sight returning to normal as he chuckled, placing an ice cold hand on her cheek and staring intently.

"Now you see what monstrosity of Leviathan- Father- is? There's no hidden innocence behind what he's done. He's stolen my brother and sisters, my consort, my own young son. Princess, do you not see it? Did you not?" he gritted his teeth and let out an inhuman snarl.

"Indeed those were horrible sights, but I'm not a fool! I know you're trying to get me to turn but it won't work. I can make certain your Father will give you another permanent scar for kidnapping me!" she yelled back, making him roar in fury- but then after a moments calmed and spoke again.

"A shame it is, princess. You're so lovely, inticing- yet Xipe sees nothing of it. Isn't it unfair?" he breathed.

"His eyes were set on that human girl, the former nemesis or Hell, Kirsty Cotton. But she was taken care of long ago.." Angelique mumbled, eyes brought down to the floor while he arched a brow, and used his free hand to brush away some of his strawberry blond hair.

"Tell me of this, princess. You mean of the brunette human female? The one Xipe, who belongs truly to you, could not stop speaking of in such praise and gloated dreams. I remember the interest of her glowing soul, for in my banishment...I am the Soulkeeper, princess. I keep those of rejected souls, humans that were fools or artistocats, beautiful and cruel, or kind and pure, sweetly sinned or not- as my collection. With my ability to hve keep in control, to give or steal. And...to ressurect as well." he- the Soulkeeper mentioned proudly.

Angelique knew this man was like a spider, tempting her with tricks to woo in attraction like the young damsel of a fly. Angelique was no fool, but could literally feel the temptation to drip from her tongue of the anger she felt and hidden secret.

Alas, she could keep no more aswell.

"I...I jealous, Soulkeepr! I despised that human girl! A pity waste, and worth of nothing to Hell when Xipe belonged to me! I'd be damned if he had made her his consort, so I did what was to my eyes, the very sole of necessity!" she yelled, slamming her fists down on the stone thing she had rested on unconsciously earlier before.

"Tell me about it." the Soulkeeper breathed down her neck intensely, the iciness stinging in something strong of a sensual lust down her neck and smooth back.

"Well...I was able to lure a foolish, sinned male into seduction- tricking him into opening the Lament Box again to distract Xipe and his Gash-"

"The chattering teeth male, the obese male, and one female, I presume?" the Soulkeeper inquired in interruption, arching a brow sharply. Angelique nodded, the edge of her rouge lips twisting to small frown at the mention of Nikoletta, and for how she disliked her. The Soulkeeper seemed to sense this and moved his brows visibly, grinning a bit as she continued.

"To keep them distracted for the obvious reason for Xipe to not within Kirsty, and the Gash for I knew they never liked nor trusted me. Kirsty, that pity, damned girl made her way simply through with the help of the Lament Box Xipe must've given to her. Instead of him, in his 'absence' I replaced him. And...told a bit of a twisted lie or so." Angelique smiled boldly cruelly.

"Oh what, if I may be as bold as your beautiful smile princess, did you say?" the Soulkeeper asked icily.

"...Xipe Totec was my consort. And that he was only using her for his own minor pleasure, as I pretended to be offended by this as well- but all along there was no emotions shared in their relationship, just one way. Xipe only deserved to love me after all, why not state the obvious in a twisted point of view?" Angelique laughed.

"You lied by saying he married you?" the Soulkeeper purred, leaning in with interest as the princess nodded again.

"Broke her damned heart as well. And I truthfully share no regret."

"Then you shouldn't show regret in assisting me to finding my siblings- two of which are who they involve with." the Soulkeeper breathed.

"Your siblings live on in the current children of Hell?" Angelique raised a brow, surprised.

"Spiritually, deep within inside and to soon reveal their power. Time is running out, and if you assist- then the war raised upon Hell will be legendary upon elsewhere and everywhere to be named! And...I promise you in reward, of Xipe Totec by your side...in influence to be unable to be without you. Since we are, princess, two of a kind..." the Soulkeeper roared at first evilly and happily of his plan, and then whispered the last part to the princess sensually.

Angelique felt her lips twitch, and finally form a large smile on her face.

"Consider it a deal, Soulkeeper." Angelique whispered, leaning forth intently, so deathly close that their lips would've met within the tease of one another's seduction. He chuckled, but then his face turned firm as he nodded.

"Excellent, so far, three of my siblings exist. Leita...she's within the child of the sex maniac and dreaming obsessed Cenobites." the Soulkeeper informed.

"Leita's spirit lives within Hannah, JP Munore and Terri's daughter?" Angelique repeated, in a more basic language.

The Soulkeeper nodded solemnly.

"Anastasia does not exist yet...but it's Vienna and Lucius that I need...and they have the ultimate power to all. And they live within the spirits of-" he trailed sharply.

"Of who, dammit? Who?" Angelique demanded, furiously impatient.

"Benjamin-Elliot and Aurora Grace- the apparent offsprings shared between your Xipe Totec and Kirsty Cotton." the Soulkeeper stated.


DUN DUN DUN! GASP! Oh my goodness! Do you know what this means?

In translation to Soulkeeper's explaining:

When his siblings were killed by Leviathan, they made a deal to be reborn within later, unknown offsprings. The spirit of Leita lives within Hannah somewhere, and Vienna and Lucius each live within somewhere Aurora and Ben...with such a fury of powers yet to be found. Oh my...and Anastasia doesn't exist yet? So, which couple will later have a daughter with a demon-like Goddess spirit living within? XD

And BTW, who else here agrees that the Soulkeeper and Angelique SO want each other?