Vergil

Vergil was aware of the scent of her spilt blood the moment he stepped on the floor. So far the rest of the floors had been disturbing yet yielded no Lauren. Where the hell was she in this crazy place? He cast about himself. Pale brick walls, painted white, yet the scent hung on the air. It was familiar…Lauren's…but different. Warped somehow, the Order members had made sure to spread her scent-and blood it would seem-fully about the building. It made for difficult tracking, as they most likely knew. Unfortunately for those fools, Lauren maintained possession of the amerhurst, though there was that distinct possibility that would only facilitate things along for them. Damn her. Vergil started down the hall.

Henry and Aileen

"Henry!" Aileen's grey blue eyes went wide with relief. "I thought I'd lost you in here. It feels like a maze." She threw her arms around him, breathing a sigh of relief. It had to be pure luck that he hadn't run into any Order members, though she knew better than to rely on luck.

"Aileen," he squeezed her back. "Why did you follow me? You know how dangerous it is here."

"Right," Aileen said playfully sarcastic as she drew back. Her eyes however, were filled with concern. "I know for certain that you'll be alright if I'm here with you."

"Aileen," he replied sternly. "It was stupid of you to follow me here."

"It was stupid of you to leave me behind," she replied simply. His face softened as he studied her, that was Eileen for you. "Why are we here anyways?" she added.

"Something's happening."

"Is it the Order?" she asked, tucking a stray lock of brown hair behind her ear. "What are they doing this time?"

"The usual: nothing good. That's why you shouldn't have come here," he added dryly.

"Oh push off," Aileen swatted him. "It's not like there's five other people they'd have to collect."

"I'm not so sure of that," Henry turned to look down the hall. "For some reason, I can't get Silent Hill out of my head. I've been thinking about this place for weeks."

"Of course you have," a voice agreed. Aileen jumped, clutching Henry's arm. Perhaps she'd discounted the Order too soon…

"Who's there?" Henry demanded. His whole body had gone tense at the intruder's voice.

"An ally," Josh replied easily, revealing himself now that he was sure they were the ones he sought. As angel, Josh tended to still follow the rules set down by higher ups, which included minimal interference. It was a habit he was still breaking himself of. He studied the two humans before him, lucky for them their auras were unmarked. However he could feel the stain of the summons on their auras, the need to answer the summons. That meant the other four Tiffany spoke of would feel the pull and come as well. Things were shaping up quite nicely for the Order, Josh thought grimly. He'd seen the preparations for a certain Ritual and didn't like the looks of it. The Order would never be able to perform that sort of Ritual, if he remembered correctly, without the aid of the Grand Master or any of his designated helpers. If the Grand Master was willing to go that far to resurrect Him, then something serious had happened. Grand Masters didn't randomly break their vows of detachment so lightly.

"What do you want?" Henry demanded. He bore the suspicious trait all seven sin children of Silent Hill did. For a moment the man reminded Josh of his wife.

"What do you want?" he asked the brown haired man. "Interesting question," he mused. Things were bad, things were very bad. And his wife was pregnant. He couldn't afford his past to be catching up with him now. Josh pushed the thoughts away. "What do the sins of Envy and Sloth want?" That caught their attention.

"My name is not Sloth," the man spit out, clenching his fists. The woman beside him visibly paled.

"I know you've thought of nothing but this place for the last three weeks," Josh replied slowly. Tiffany had explained that almost all the Seven Sin Children the Order had produced possessed special abilities. Almost all of them, save for Lor, who was the runt of the litter. Though that was proving fatal for her now.

His wife had gone into more detail than he had wanted to know when he'd asked about her life at the WishHouse orphanage, but now the information was handy. He knew, for instance, the man before him was Henry and the woman, Eileen. From his wife's descriptions he'd have known that even if he hadn't been listening to their conversations. Neither of them had particularly dangerous abilities, Henry could bend the space between two destinations creating worm holes that allowed him to travel wide distances in the matter of seconds. Eileen was a healer. Perhaps not all providence is lost if these two are here. Time had long since past when Josh had been a true angel, able to see and manipulate the twists and turns of fate, it had been his duty as the left hand messenger of god. Of all seven sin children who could be here to help Lor it was no coincidence that these two had arrived first. It was enough to make him wonder what the Grand Master was up to…

"Henry?" the woman asked uncertainly. Henry sighed. No doubt he'd end up regretting this in the next two minutes when Order members were surrounding the two of them. Lucky for the two of us it's easier to run than to fight, especially with that handy trick they gave me, the bastards. For the second time that night Henry wished he'd had to foresight to bring a weapon of some sort. Not that it would've done me much good.

"What do you know?" He grunted.

"You may not believe me, but I need your help," Josh began.

Rayne

Rayne had found the fishy bastard. Granted she'd knocked down a wall to do it, but there was no need for a meat grinder that size in a mental ward. The arcane spiral steps were easily found. He's making this too easy… The vampire guards had been numerous and repetitively annoying in their death threats and cat calls. They weren't now though. Purebloods always tasted like something akin to fine wine, aged and sour but deliciously melodious as it trickled down the back of one's throat.

Carefully Rayne silently made her way to the door. He was in there, she could hear him breathing, hear his hear beating, see his sick malevolent aura pulsing a fine red color. The little lordling had been gorging himself lately it seemed.

"Sevrin is insanity an inherited trait?" Rayne quietly spoke into the com link. The line had been breaking up frequently, for unknown reasons, and for the most part all she heard was white noise. However the link had chosen to work just that moment.

"I don't know. Though I do seem to recall your family member all have unpleasant addictions to maiming humans," he replied sarcastically. His voice was barely audible over the crackling in the com line. Dammit not again. With final crackle the com went dead. Technology was so useless. Rayne kicked the door down. He was waiting for her, his back to the door as he looked out the double window.

"So we finally meet face to face Empress," He turned and bowed slightly, a whip curled in his hands. "I must say I am honored, for once the rumors of great beauty were true."

"Wish I could say the same," Rayne replied coolly. "I heard you abandoned your devoted wife to pimp the Roman Empire slut sisters." She paused for a moment to smirk at him. "I think I bled them dry a few floors back." She slowly advanced into the room, no doubt Raymund had spent the greater part of his vampire life perfecting his skill with the whip. Mentally Rayne winced, she felt sorry for his wife for the briefest of moments. Vampire's weren't exactly known for their friendly bedroom habits.

"Is that all?" The French lord asked mildly, "My human wife is no longer my priority concern, my dear. When one plays at being god, one cannot let the little things stop you. You came here to fight and to kill. Come Empress," Ray cracked his whip, still smirking. "I will show you the meaning of pain, wench, and then you will come to heel." Rayne felt a burning sensation lace her cheek. The bastard had just whipped her! She felt the blood rage building in her veins like dry acid. He would die begging at her feet for mercy.

"I'll enjoy killing you, you pathetic excuse for a dhampire," Rayne replied coolly. The prick was going to die very slowly. He smirked, turning back to the window. Then he was gone. Rolling her eyes Rayne sighed, annoyed. They always ran trying to find a more 'convenient' place to battle. Not only would this disgrace die slowly, she was now considering draining him dry. Perhaps the most insulting death for any vampire or dhampire. She'd enjoy destroying his ego almost as much as crushing his skull. The giant picture windows were shattered where the lordling had jumped through. Rayne sensed he was waiting for her on the roof. Rayne smirked feeling the incisors dig into her bottom lip. She loved it when they played hard to kill.