Davasi reta luma. Septur lin alliso quentis. Darlaz comt a dinar élutra somulyh tuya rentyir. Sento maytella frangeri lumitera dertai. Asoni, frayer rentyre sley plya kyerlpa dkey memori delar, dalar. Ic temyre ren, ic temyre ren, ic temyre ren.

"It takes three," muttered David, as he walked out of the church, unsatisfied and greatly annoyed that the old man still had the upper-hand; at least for a while. He looked up at the sky and muttered again, frightening those who wished not to hear him. Past the ritzy hotels and skyscrapers, he looked and saw nothing that would ease his pain: no hope, for the life he once knew and loved so dearly. A bus rolled by as schoolchildren were being shoved off to another boring day at the local art museum, learning the tastes that no longer filled the air with culture and class. A boy sitting by the back window stuck his tongue out and David returned it pleasantly with his glowing eyes. The boy sat down and David turned away to walk back to his apartment in the sky, where only the planes could greet him "morning".

Admatha waited impatiently, her eyes scanning the room over and over again. "He's late" she muttered loudly, looking to see if Sano had heard. "Why is he late?"

Sano, who was sitting on a leather armchair, cheerfully replied that David's close relationship with the local priest was more important than a meeting with her. He ducked in time before the lapis blue sculpture hit his head. "Sorry," he replied, "but that is the truth. The priest and he go 'way back' and it is only appropriate for David to warn him about the coming plan. Chivalry and all. It never did die in him." He watched Admatha stand up and begin pacing. "Oh, no! Not this again. If you continue to do this then the nice, fluffy carpet will be long gone."

She narrowed her eyes and growled under her breath. "Are you ordering me around, Sano? Do you dare to mock the one who has made you right-hand man?"

"Of course not, Admatha. I just want you to relax a bit more. Everything is going so smoothly and all. It would be a shame if you wasted all your energy by worrying." He slicked his hair back and watched with mischievous eyes as Admatha sat down again, her body moving with nervousness and anxiety. "About Jael…I was wondering if perhaps you could find it in your—"

Admatha scoffed and choked back laughter. "Her name is Idbash, and no. I do not find it in my heart. Besides, you ask the wrong one." She stood up and brushed herself off very quickly, surprising Sano. "He is here. The elevator just opened."

David sighed heavily, not wanting to bear any more urgent news. He had felt her as soon as he had entered the building and she most likely felt him long before that. The front desk welcomed him back, while other top-notch executives smiled and signaled their pleased spirits; they all liked and fully enjoyed his presence there. He stepped into the elevator and pressed the upward button. It dinged, and pulled him towards home where he knew horrible news awaited him.

Silver struggled against her bonds but the Silksters eyed her as delicious prey, with equally delicious warm blood to drink. The pregnant female nestled down in the farthest corner; she had finished making her nest for the young ones and now all she had to do was wait. Her clan backed away, afraid that the new mother would use them as feeding grounds for her infants. Silver continued to struggle, pulling at the ropes that held her down. She knew she was being watched by another girl, who hid in the shadows, petting one of "pets" and soothing the mother with promises of food and drink. "Let me go!" she screamed, hoping that the urgency in her voice would bring out some form of mercy and compassion. "LET ME GO! I DON'T WANT ANY PART OF THIS!"

"TOO BAD!" screamed Idbash, her voice rising over Silver's rather easily. "It just too fucking bad." She pushed her dark hair back and sighed. "If your mother hadn't gotten away from us in the first place, you, dear, would not be here to witness the event of a lifetime." Grabbing Silver's face, Idbash noticed the wounds healing, caked blood around her ear and mouth. "He really did a number on ya; any place left untouched?"

"No. Nothing." Silver glanced at the floor and felt another Silkster behind her, saliva dripping down to the floor and splashing upward. "Get it away from me."

"Aw-w-w-w, he likes you." Idbash smirked, but made the Silkster move away. "He never attaches himself to a meal that quickly, but then again who can tell." Gracefully, she moved out of the light and waited in the shadows. "Just sit still Silver. It will be over before you know it."

"What will? What do you freaks want with me?"

David entered his room and noticed Sano, wielding a dagger and practicing slight movements with it. "Too slow on form, Sano and a quicker wrist reaction." He smirked as Sano placed his weapon away and scowled. "It is nice to see you again---how long has it been now? 20 years, 21 year ago?"

Sano growled loudly, his eyes reshaping themselves. "Bastard," he whispered as Admatha stepped out of the shadows.

"Be calm Sano. We all want the same thing." She extended her hand and David took it. "David Johnson, the refine half-breed; how are you?"

"Depressed that the world had changed from art to modern crap. And yourself?"

"Delighted to have you onboard." She smiled pleasantly and took back her hand. "At least, that is what I hope you will consider." With a delicate wave of her hand over the find wooden dining room table, she produced a relatively small stack of papers. "Really, it is just for formalities and legal crap. Nothing too devastating and nothing too sneaky. Just sign on the dotted line."

"Cheri, I would be honored to work with you, however, there is a minor problem." He pushed the papers back towards her and smiled ever so slightly in order to make a lasting impression on. "You see, I have already been hired by another client. Someone who is higher on the ladder of success if you get my drift. Much, much, much higher than you will ever be."

The papers burned on the spot and David noticed the rage in Admatha's eyes. You're a little too late, cheri. Only a little too late. Perhaps, next time I'll be interested. David watched as Sano stood behind the full-blooded demon, ready to spring into action if need be. "No," she said forcefully. "We'll let him be. He made his mind before we even arrived. I should have know he was betray the cause." The table caught fire as did the curtains and the carpet was close to disintegrating in orange and bright yellow. "Demantu, seutela adit quient flaur dytia."

"Canto delma sule alout," he responded cheerfully as the fire surrounded him, "though I wish you would not take it out on my home."

"Fuck your home, David. Besides, I thought you knew some one higher on the ladder of success."

Silver felt the blood dripping on the floor and knew that one of her wounds had re-opened. It cascaded from her forehead, down her eyes, and made it's ugly way to the tip of her chin until it had enough energy to take the final plunge towards the floor. Silksters hissed and snarled at each other, waiting to feast upon something. Five small bowls upon the mantle held dark liquid and next to them lay five candles; she had noticed earlier that one of the candles was much lower than the others, meaning that one had begun to melt before its time. Idbash hummed and muttered somewhere in the darkness, waiting for the right time.

The land before, a gift to thee

And now they die so slowly

Creatures came to look upon

The one who had done them wrong

Flowers came and plucked to die

The rain did fall, a mourning cry

And though I saw I could not stop

The earthly blood drip and drop

She shivered, listening to the half-demon's song, so hauntingly and unbearably true.

She has come to make amens

Though her time has come to end

Angel child born of hope

Death is now what she must cope

Pain to travel to her soul

She has come, her eyes so bold

And now her spirit must be cleaned

Tell me, child how will you bleed?

Ariana Satine shook her head when her partner asked to be excused from the crime scene and rushed off to gag and vomit on the front lawn where old-time detectives stood watch. "Poor rookie," she muttered as she heard the other men taunt him. Her eyes were hardly surprised at the scene that lay before her: gray and beige/white matter covered the floor, while blood splattered only the white carpet. The victim was covered already by the body bag. A female drawn to the benefits of suicide; never having to deal with an uncaring world. The father sat in the master bedroom, his heart aching and yearning for clear and helpful answers. But she had none to give him that would help his broken heart and tortured soul. In the office room sat a girl named Tabitha Katherine Lynch, who seemed just as shocked as the father. To be awaken at two in the morning to help with the questioning process would be enough to freak anyone out. Her blue eyes held a powerfully hurt look and her ruffled hair only meant that she arrived quickly to get it over with and mourn in private.

She entered carefully, her own sea-blue eyes scanning the girl up and down, making sure of how she handle the questions. The girl had already glared at her before, right as she was walking in, being led by an officer into the room. She had already shown some wildness about her, ripping her arm right out of the officer's grip without having time to react. So, Ariana knew that the questions would have to be level and calm. Spooking the girl might provoke the obvious rage.

"Hello, Tabitha. How are you?"

The blonde-haired, red-streaked girl responded angrily. "How the hell do you think I'm doing?"

This was going to be a long night. "How long have you known the victim?"

Tabitha muttered her answer in a low tone, leaving Ariana the option of either straining her ears or by asking her to repeat what she said. She chose the latter.

"I said," began Tabitha, very slowly and directly inferring that Ariana was stupid. "Her name is Ember. Respect her, thank you very much." Tabitha smirked quickly before her eyes watered up again.

"Fine. I can do that. But I need you to give me the information I need." Ariana wiped back a few strains of hair and looked more closely at the girl sitting in the chair, now realizing that the girl was angry at Ember, angry that she had left her. "I am sorry. I am sorry for your loss."

"What would know about loss?" snapped Tabitha, her tone more hurtful than she dared to bring up.

But the words were there and Tabitha could not take them back, though she saw the same rage in Ariana's eyes that she felt. "Bitch," she hissed before slamming her fist on the wooden office desk. "I have felt losses. Suicides, murders, tortures, rapes, and cult affixations. If this is bad for you, try watching it everyday. I feel for everyone." Her eyes narrowed down before making her next decision. "Give her the same respect, Tabitha, there was a reason why she did it. It may not be the one we want, but it will be an explanation. It will be hers." With that she left the bad tempered girl to cool down. "I'll be back when you're ready."

Tabitha snarled. "FUCK YOU!"

"And the horse you rode in on," came the reply.

Silver stopped struggling. It was useless to and besides which, Idbash remained very watchful of her prey and made silent movements towards her when she began to act up. The wounds on her head stopped bleeding, which was incredibly fortunate for her. The ropes binding her loosened when she remain still and calm and peaceful; as though it was magic, as though her body could phase right through it. Oh, how she wished she remained at home for once! Idbash was over in the corner, petting one of the drooling creatures that mostly likely would have eaten her within an instant. "There has to be some way out," she mumbled her eyes constantly on Idbash and on the creature, which had begun to purr rather loudly. "What the fuck do they want with me?"

Idbash turned suddenly and hissed. "Who's there?" Her dark hair whipped around and her eyes flashed wildly. "Who's there?"

Silver shrugged as best she could, remaining perfectly calm. She did not want the otherworldly girl to be tempted to hurt her. Silver's eyes glanced over at the front entrance, guessing that whoever else was there would most likely want to kill her as well. "What have I gotten myself into?"

The Silksters got up and began to hiss and snarl in unison, aware of the other presence and greatly disturbed by it. A few walked over carefully to the center of the room, snapping madly about. Their large legs nimbly stepped over her, while a few drops of acid–like saliva fell beside her, nearly taking out a leg and arm. None of them felt like looking at the tried up girl who shrieked loudly. They only wanted to tear apart the intruder from limb to fresh blood stained limb. Sharp teeth hunted for the prey and soon they circled in on the exact spot.

Idbash moved in closely, pushing her way through the large arachnids, hunting alongside them to find what they found. And she did. Up on the ceiling she found her, Amanaka, with a nervous grin on her face. "Well, well, well…look what came for a visit. Dear, dear, dear Amanaka, are you stuck in a tree?" Idbash laughed and let her eyes change to their brilliant golden, fox hue, anger rising. "What would a dear cat like yourself, being doing here, among the monsters of the dark?"

"I have orders," hissed Amanaka. "Where's Admatha?"

"Ah. I see. Another assassin sent to see if I'm doing my job, correct? You're probably the worst one I've seen so far. Even the arachnids caught wind of you very, very, very fast. I thought panthers were supposed to be quiet and stealthy. Or maybe your received your stupidness from your human mother?"

Amanaka snarled. " And being three-fourths demon is such an accomplishment, right Jael?"

Idbash growled her teeth forming, white and dangerously. "At least I have my powers to rely on. You still use mortal weapons. They are weak, just like you. And you shall remain weak until I finally get the chance to kill you slowly."

Her opponent laughed, "Weakness. I have powered up since you last saw me. I have powered up greatly."