Previously-
"It'd be a real shame if something were to happen to your-" he was cut off by the slamming of my cup. "If your the one responsible for the Worg attack, I swear I'll!-" I didn't get to finish my sentence when he placed a finger at the middle of my forehead.
At that moment I felt my body go numb, like all of my energy and strength just left me replaced by over exhaustion. Before I closed my eyes, I heard Alastor hum in my ear. "It's rude to accuse someone so suddenly without evidence my dear~." at that point, everything went black.
Third person point of view-
Alastor caught Erica as she fell forward, then lifted her up bridle-style out the kitchen. "I might have taken that approach the wrong way." he thought, entering the main lobby. "Now what could you mean by 'Worg attack?" He asked the unconscious girl in his arms as he walked. He used his powers to bring the two up to Erica's room. Before he laid her down on the bed, he took a moment to observe the room.
The style of it was very...unique to him. "Living quarters have certainly changed since my day.~" he said. Though he did like the painting, gave the room a better natural 'touch. With the snap of his fingers, his shadow manifested to help him put Erica in her bed. Once he did, he sat down on the bed beside her, pulling a few strands of hair out of her face and placing his hand on her forehead.
"Now lets see what events occurred to have put a drastic turn around.~" he chivvied. His hand glowed, indicating that he was using his powers to enter Erica's mind. Erica groaned at the feeling as she tried to move her head away from the hand. Alastor chuckled, "Now, now my dear.~ It'll be facile if you cooperate and relax~." he said smoothly at that last part.
Using more of his power, he used a stronger 'sleep spell on Erica. Soon she stopped fighting of his influence and went into a deeper rest. "There, that's better now isn't it?~" he sang. Al soon went back to concentrating on his power, and finally went in Erica's thoughts. He only went back to the memories of the beginning of the day.
"Hmm, I see you haven't changed Bethany~." he said, seeing her mother kindly making breakfast for her daughter. He rolled his eyes when he saw Misty attempting that ridiculous habit of hers on Erica. Though in the end he found it amusing how Erica foiled her plot. It intrigued him how Erica was able to shoot and ride at the same time as he watched her riding Onyx to school.
Alastor chuckled at the scene when Erica degraded Kenzie the way she did. And liked how she express her love of music as well and he watched her little lunch 'musical. "Seems you have a modeling student for a daughter Vincent.~" he mused seeing her ace assignments and tests better then others.
When it came down to her 'Archery club he felt the same disturbance of energy like Erica did before she left her school. "I recognized that feeling, it's a sign that there's been a crossing between the living world and the Damned." he deduced. As the scene changed to Erica's home, he to was surprised with the state the area was in.
But when he saw the sudden attack of the shadow worgs, he paused everything. "So these are the cause of the disturbance. However, shadow wargs have been outlawed to use for centuries now. And the only way to create these creatures is with..." he paused in thought as he came down to a conclusion.
"This is certainly something Vincent needs to be informed about." he unpaused the memory and continued to watch. He saw Erica and her mother say their goodbyes and go their separate ways for their safety. He watched as her mother used the 'key to go to Vincent's private villa and Erica ride of with Onyx on the scenic route to Hell.
He stopped reading her through Erica's memories when he got to the part of the secret stable in Hell's forest. Since he knew where it went from there. Alastor got up to leave, he turned to the slumbering girl. Placing his finger on her forehead again, he used a spell that made her forget about their little 'talk. "Best to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings.~" he claimed.
When he was done, he began to leave the room. At the corner of his eye, he found the 'antler earrings he'd given her. With the snap of his fingers, the amber stones on them began to glow. As if being activated. After that he turned into a shadow himself and left.
Alastor reappeared to an estate that wasn't his. The place had a large intimidating black bar gate, that beyond them was a old rustic modern mansion. That had a nice cut lawn and shrubbery, A fountain was in the middle of it in front of the estate. A few miles to the side of it was a large military base. (Hell's military base 'Ignore the planes, and picture a few more building structures)
On top of the gate was the same emblem that was on the medallion that Erica's hell-horse Onyx has. Alastor went up to the gate and stood there when her heard a sound of rolling stone, To his right, he saw the head of a gargoyle turn and face him. The mouth opened and some ones voice came out.
*State your name and business here sir* they demanded. Alastor just smiled as he answered, "Alastor! My good chap! And I am here to see my good friend Vincent! If he's home~." he purred at the end. The head of the gargoyle moved to look like it's nodding it's head. *Understood. You may enter* the said, the gates suddenly opened. *Fair warning though. Sir Nightshade is not in his best mood at the moment. So do be careful of what you need to say to him.* they warned him.
Alastor just hummed. "Noted my friend." and with that he walked in. As he strode through the property. He couldn't help but look around and recall some late memories of the place. "Hmm, seems like it was only yesterday when we meet." He said to himself. Going back to the time when he first met the infamous 'Angel of War.
Flashback- to 1952-
A little ways from the Nightshade estate, a weak low ranked demon was running for his dear afterlife. In his hand he carried something that sealed his fate. Out of nowhere a black shadow of a antlered figure swept his feet and made him toppled over the field.
As the man groaned in pain, someone approached him with a menacingly aura, and frightening smile. "My good loathsome fellow, to come up to me with a weak threat is one thing." the item that was in the demon's hand flew out of his grasp and into the smiling ones hand glowing bright red.
"But to steal my cane is another." his voice went low with a slight growl. The pitiful demon laughed a bit making his threat raise a brow. "You think I just wanted to steal your 'mic cane?" then other demons who were just as low ranked as he was came out of their hiding places.
However this didn't amuse the smiling demon even though he was surrounded. "How dose it feel? Alastor the 'Radio Demon, to walk right into a trap?" Asked the imp (the one who lead Alastor there). Even when he's smiling, Alastor gave him a bored expression. "Is this really the best entertainment you gents could come up with?" he replied flatly, as if doing this before.
Suddenly, a shot went off and a sharp grazed cut appeared on Alastor's cheek. For the first time, he didn't enjoy this pain he felt. Using his powers, he tried to heal the cut. But it only aggravated it to bleed more. Alastor inwardly hissed at the pain, as he narrowed his eyes on the one who shot at him.
"Like that you 'radio bastard? We got someone to get us these new babys." said one of the demons waving the gun in his hand. "These guns are specially made to deal with powerful bi*** like you!" he yelled with a smile, pointing the gun right at Alastor. The imp laughed, "Any thing you'd like to say before you leave?" he asked
Alastor laughed irritated while adjusting his monocle and twirling his cane. "To be quite honest with you boys, I can't really tell which omission you've made is worst." he said. The gang looked at him funny, not getting what he was saying. "The fact that you thought that threatening me with just a pistal would frighten me.-"
"Or the fact that you foolishly thought that stealing from my arsenal and trespassing into my property was a wise decision." said a new voice. A single shot was heard, yet five of the imps comrades was wounded threw the shoulder. All heads were turned to see a figure standing a ways from the scene.
The man wore a black military uniform decorated in many badges, stars and medals. A cape was draped over his shoulders, and around his waist was a double edge sword. They couldn't make out his face as it was covered by his cap. At first, Alastor didn't know who it was. Yet he looked over to the pitiful group that lured him here were shaking in pure terror.
He heard the imp utter out, "L-L-Lord Vincent N-N-Nightshade...T-T-The Angel of War." Alastor widened his eyes in surprise, never would he have expected to face the very man who's made history in the both the living, the blessed, and the damned. The man who executed his enemies while saving the innocent like a holy being bringing down justice, hence why he was given the very title.
Back when he was alive, everyone knew of Vincent Nightshade during his service in the American army. It devastated many when the news of his demise was told, yet he was used as a prime example of how a 'leader should stand. And though he as been in Hell longer then Vincent, his rank and status is nothing compared to his. That goes the same for his power.
"You all should be aware that I don't tolerate low-life trespassers, let alone thieves thinking they could get away with such a thing." Vincent hissed coming towards them. The demon that pointed the gun at Alastor growled at he got up while holding his shoulder in pain. "Cut the sh*** you son of a b**** . Don't go acting like your the top 'gun here!" he yelled out.
That earned him a brow from Vincent. "Well seeing as you all are on 'my property, and the fact I have the authority to put down here. Your threat is just as empty as that I.Q of yours." he retorted. That hit a nerve, "You Bastard!" He aimed the gun right at Vincent and pulled the trigger.
What the gang, including Alastor didn't expect was the minute the bullet came at Vincent. He lifted his hand and grabbed it within arms length, like it was the simplest thing to do . It caused everyone, excluding Alastor to drop their jaws. Then Vincent released his fist that held the bullet, or what's left of it. As soon as he let his hand lose, all that came out of his hand was metal dust.
"Guess it never occurred to you that those weapons are useless to those who know how to evade them." Vincent said taking out a gun of his own. "Now this, I've had it made recently. True it may seem like any other pistol, but. One single bullet is all I need to erease you bloody thugs." He growled.
As he approached, the gang of demons including the imp groveled in fear. "You see, the gun powder and the bullet are both enchanted by my specialists. So that with one shot the bullet will go in a path of its own and take down anyone or anything. But when enhanced by my powers, it will only shoot whatever or whoever I see as a target." he explained as he stopped. "The first shot was just a test shot. But now..." He aimed the gun and pulled the trigger.
Just like he said, the bullet flew in different directions and went right threw the heart of the gang. When it hit the last victim, all who were standing were Vincent, Alastor and the imp. Who might have had an accident in his pants.
"Y-Y-Your letting me go?" the imp asked. Vincent blew the smoke off the barrel of his gun before he answered, "I'm not the one who you should worry about right now." he put the gun away as the imp looked at him confused. "Huh?" "I believe you were about to deal with this filth before his cohorts intervened, correct?" Vincent asked, facing Alastor.
If it were possible, the imp would be as pale as a bed sheet now, after realizing that the 'Radio Demon he lured was still here. Alastor chuckled, knowing what Vincent meant be that. "Indeed I was, my good man~." he said, then looking at the imp who cowered before him. "Still believe attempting to terminate me was wise~?" he questioned lowly as his expression went dark.
Vincent went around collecting the weapons the thugs stole as screams of bloody murder went out in the air. He payed no mind till all was quite. "That was quicker then I anticipated." he said turning to Alastor. "Well that scum of an imp wasn't much anyway. Didn't really enjoy it much either." Alastor replied.
Vincent laughed a bit. "Would you like me to show you out? After that ordeal, my men will be more on guard then before. And I doubt they'll take seeing you the infamous 'Radio Demon to well." he pointed out. Alastor smiled, "Who am I to turn down a kind gesture.~" He mused.
Alastor took the offer cause of two things, one Vincent wasn't wrong about his men so getting out wouldn't be as simple as it was coming in, two the last thing he wanted was to get on Vincent's 'bad side; he knew better then to trifle with beings who are more powerful then him. Plus Vincent's reputation was something to consider.
The two chatted with one another as they walked. They talked about their lives they had when they were alive. Alastor found Vincent charming enough to consider him as a friend. Just like he did with his brother.
You see back when Al was alive, he received the chance to have an interview with the honorable 'American Red Baron, Christopher Nightshade. Although Vincent and his father were soldiers on the ground, Chris was a solider for the sky. To Al, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree with the Nightshade's when it comes to warfare. Not that he had a problem with that.
Ever since that day, Alastor and Vincent have been friends since. Later when Al learned that Vincent was getting married to a human. He was thrilled for him at one point, but was concern about his reputation if other demons learned of this. It didn't surprise Alastor the slightest when the whole event was a secret for just him and Lucifer to know.
What did surprise him was when Vincent made him the 'godfather for his first and only child, Erica. At first, Alastor questioned why he was chosen to have such a role. Vincent explained that with his daughter being a 'hybrid, she was going to need someone who can teach her how to control her powers. Also, since Alastor had better knowledge of 'human demon hybrids then he did, plus he and Lucifer would be to busy to help her with that task.
Alastor understood the reasoning, and accepted it. To be honest he was ecstatic to be given such an honor. For he always wanted a 'pupil to tuck under his 'wing. In a sense that he'd have a worthy student to teach about power here in Hell. He couldn't wait for the day when he would have that chance.
End of Flashback-
Alastor came up to the front door of the mansion. As he was about to open the door, it opened itself to revile a pale woman in a maid outfit. "Good evening to you Mr. Alastor. To what do we owe this surprise visit?" the woman asked in a thick English acent.
The said demon grinned at her, "A good evening to you a well Agatha! I have news that Vincent must hear. About a certain 'come of age young woman.~" he drawled at the last sentence hoping the woman would take the hint. Which she did, "Certainly, right this way." she said allowing him to came in.
Agatha was a banshee she-demon. her white hair and pale skin complemented her beauty, but what really stood out from her was her bright green eyes. With then she can hypnotize her prey long enough to devastate or kill them with her blood curdling shriek. In the living world of the 1800's she was a irish immigrant housekeeper of a well wealthy lord in London England.
Her ticket to Hell was her poisoning the mistress of the said lord. She didn't like how the woman abused her masters wealth and power, so yeah. As she lead Alastor to Vincent's office, they both heard a loud 'bang behind the door.
"Seem the lord's meeting with his generals is not quite finished." Agatha stated in concern. "And what sort of meeting do you mean my dear?" Alastor asked. Agatha just shrugged her shoulders. "Normally it's either the 'rifts, reports of the exterminations, and rouge demons that 'over step their place." she answered
Nearing the door that had that said meeting, both Alastor and Agatha heard Vincent proclaim sternly. "Let me get this straight. Your all telling me that there is a 'rift opening in the outer West side of the circle of Hells forest. And no one here has managed to close it?!"
'Hmmm, that might have been how those Worgs got in.' Alastor assumed. "Sir, we have tried. countless of times, but none of our methods of closing it have worked." said one of the generals. "Yes and whenever we do try, an odd circle appears beneath it?" included the other. Alastor heard the questioning tone in Vincent's voice. "Circle? What kind of circle?" he asked.
"This sir." Alastor heard a piece of paper being passed around, then to hear Vincent groan in frustration and worry. "I see, so this isn't our usual random 'rift openings we deal with. Someone deliberately made this rift." he concluded. "But why leave it in a random area where it could be discovered?" questioned one of the generals.
"They might have been looking for something." Vincent deduced. "I one of you to dispatch one of your finest scouts and find out where the rift leads to. If the ones responsible for making it are on the other side, have them drag those fools back here to base by any means necessary." he ordered.
His generals saluted to him, "Yes sir!" "And should the culprit still be in Hell sir?" one of them asked. "Then it's possible that they're unaware of us commandeering their 'rift gate. Eventually they'll come back to it. When that happens, you know what to do." Vincent replied darkly at the end. "Understood." said all the generals.
"Your all dismissed." said Vincent. As soon as he said that, the doors opened and all the generals left the room. They all walked by Alastor and Agatha. "Allow me to show you out gentlemen." Agatha offered as she walked with them. "Have a pleasant evening boys!" Alastor waved. They nodded to him, and were gone.
Alastor chuckled as he turned and went in the office. The room was a pleasant rustic design, one that Al was used to in his time. On the other side of the room, sitting at his desk was Vincent Nightshade. He had his elbows on the desk and his face leaning on his hands.
" *Chuckles* Seem someone is having a ruff evening.~" Alastor joked, getting Vincent's attention. "Oh Al, wasn't expecting a visit from you. Care for a drink? I know I could use one." he sighed at the end. Alastor smiled, "If you have the same 'Brandy from before then of course my friend!" he stated enthusiastically.
Vincent chuckled, "Still as charismatic as usual." he handed him a glass. And they both calmly drank. When they were done, Vincent asked. "So. What brings you here tonight my friend? Anything new?" The very question made Alastor grin even more (if that were possible).
"You could say that my friend. Though, some of news I have to share with you are not that all thrilling~." he mused to Vincent. That made the man give Alastor a questioning brow. "Let's just say, it has something to do with the regards of your young 'Demon Bella~." Alastor swooned.
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