Yo, been awhile hasn't it? Well, I am back, that means it time for characters to become my puppets. However, I digress; the story must go on, yes?
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Kana had fallen asleep an hour ago; Hei had begun his research, which included hacking databases, to a simple search engine. From the word Pureblood he found many results, he then sorted the repeats, the fangirling (He shuddered), and downright paranoia from the rest. He found three believable posts on a secure network. One stated that they were vampires, plain, burn in the sunlight, vampires.
He threw that one out. Konran walked in the sun easily. The second was an old story of demons; he saved that one. The last was a file on Hells gate. This one he opened immediately, shifting though the contents. It was evidence that the Hells gate, currently so heavily guarded was, in fact, a manufactured plight, a failed attempt at Heaven, a mistake that cost people their lives. They got somewhere alright, but the wrong place.
They had unleashed chaos, he had never cared much about the gate but he read on. How did this relate to Purebloods? As he read on, he began to see. Something came out of Hells gate besides energy, the Purebloods came. Apparently, they had, maybe, possibly, set lose a scorn on humanity, demons. The Contractors and Dolls caught the energy off the gate, energy from Hell. Not the best way to gain power, is that why no one was allowed near now?
He finished the report; he was stunned. He concluded that his government was idiotic, solving the confusion in his head; he moved onto the old tale. There was an old picture at the top; the paper displayed on the screen seemed to have been pulled from an ancient book. Perhaps an old textbook from the church? He began to read once again.
At this time I am the only one left, I fear the ceremony has failed. There are no words to describe such horror that has occurred. The creature, yes, the creature is gone now, but I feel as if he sill has his horrible red eyes on me. We sent him back, but for how long? I write now, as a warning, this ceremony must not be preformed again.
If it is how he said I will die soon, the Council will not ignore this, though I am a Priest, and the son of a Priest. I will die, but I refuse to die damned. Heed my word; if they are released again I predict great chaos if they are left unstopped. Gold affects them, silver is but a myth, a child's tale. Holy water burns them, but they are powerful, they will not be staved off.
They do not want blood; they cannot be bribed, as my poor dead friend has seen. Knifes will not work, mortal weapons they are. What are mortal weapons to the immortal? I came by gold on chance, an old present I had not even wanted, it burned the creature, drove him back just long enough for escape. He was the only one that came out, yet had killed so many.
My dear Lord, my God, must have had pity, the creature was struck down by the product of a storm, it was weakened by a bolt of lightening. I drove the gold into its skull, yet it still thrashed. Such evil! Such vile power, I remember running, I knew inside my home I had something. A gold knife sharpener, something so long passed down.
Though I am a Priest, I need this item, the knifes are for the protection of Gods children. I had thought that witches would always be the most horrifying animals at the end of my blade. I was wrong.
I can hear them, it is time for my death, the demon is dead. I have killed it. It is possible, but should not be allowed to happen again.
My best wishes, and deepest regrets,
Father Kien Hollowman
The text had been written in English, old English. It had been slow going with reading, the knowledge he now knew burned his mind. What atrocity was he then? He had energy from Hells gate within him, was he just as damned as those creatures? The Pureblood demons? He couldn't be sure, Kana stirred behind him, this was not important now, Kana was.
Shutting down the laptop, he moved to her side, brushing a gentle hand though gold locks. What would happen when they came after her again? Why did they need her? Those questions raced through his mind; one stood out among them. Could he protect her?
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Mao had been in awe of the information he had received. Hei had filled him in; Hei had also threatened to hang him out window by his tail if he told any of it to Kana. Kana didn't need anymore stress, he had said. Though his entire explanation his expression had never changed. It didn't have to, his eyes said it all.
'Scary, scary, a man in love.'
Mao almost felt sorry for Konran; he had no idea of what was coming. No idea. His death would not be swift, that was a given. Then again, Mao wanted to kill him himself, what did he care? His furry smile appeared again; he walked on.
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Kana was able to move around now, she could walk, but if Konran were to show up she could not run. She would be a burden no longer, she had forced her body this far, she could do it again. One strong, familiar arm laced around her, moved her back to lie on the bed once more. She then corrected herself; she could if he would only allow her to.
"That is enough strain for today, rest."
She knew he would hear no arguments on her health, or lack there of. He seemed protective of her, cautious even, though she knew why it still floored her. Then again, she would do the same with him; she prayed to God she would not be given the chance. She loved him despite his over protectiveness, and, she remembered him dragging her away a couple days back, his possessiveness. She rather enjoyed it, it showed he cared.
He slid in the bed next to her. So it was Mao's turn to watch for moving shadows then? Good, Hei needs the rest. Feeling him curl around her body, she slipped into oblivion.
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"You will get her tomorrow night, Fuck this up and you will answer to me, understood?"
Konran nodded obediently, bowing his head.
"I want the Unpure dead as well, kill him and get the girl. Simple enough even for a pathetic, low class demon like you, now go!"
He roared the last part; he was an elder, strong and powerful. His cry made animals fearful and humans grovel. Konran dashed out of the cavern room, a coward when faced with true fear, with true death.
"Pathetic."
The demon walked the length of his room, trailing long fingers across the wall, over the door, onto the seal. Pain seared his fingertips. He made it to the metal chair in the center of the room; he sat gracefully, a testament to his control. From cool pale lips, he whispered one word.
"Soon."
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Oooo, scary, anyway hope that was to your liking, I know I liked writing it. Whatever, please would someone REVIEW! I mean a total of one person has reviewed( I thank them for that. ) and I bloody know your reading! I can track if people are reading…but I digress. Just remember your support is what decides when I post. Tah Tah, GensoRyuu