Hello ladies and gentleman!!!!! (If there are any gentleman?) So, I decided to not bore and annoy with my rambling AN's in the last chapter, due to the hiatus I've been on. REST ASSURED, I HAVE RETURNED! ...You can guys cheer now?...Okay, or not... Anywayy...
I had a little "request" to further explain Shannon. Let's just say there's a lot I left out, and this chapter will be split in two (mainly because it's 3:45am and I have a ways to go). I'd advise you to read, even though some of you hate Shannon with a passion, because this stuff will come up again later on. And it's better to read it and hate me for writing about her, then be completely lost later on.
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I sat in the darkest corner of the building watching him sleep in the center of the room. Yes, even Satan himself becomes tired and weary every now and again.
After I let him out of his cell we walked to this abandoned building in East L.A. No one would ever check to see if anyone would be here, and even if they did, they wouldn't care if they found people here. When we arrived, there was one homeless man leaning against the far wall. Satan, human name Daemon, hadn't been around humans in a good amount of time. The moment the old, skinny man's blood was smelled Daemon was already transfixed. and teleported forward before the man knew what was coming. Yes, we may not be vampires, but we all have our cravings.
While Daemon was finishing his scraps I took moments to inspect the building. Due to the large, thick glass, tall windows and brick building, I assumed it was a warehouse or storage area of some sort. Personally, I wouldn't know. All I cared about was if it was still in current use or if throngs of people called it their home, both of which weren't an an issue. Thinking ahead, I'd probably want to burn this building after we no longer require it's services. Best to not leave traces.
"Scared?" I spun around at his deep voice and saw him with a blood-beard. The red liquid covered almost every inch of his hands and was left splattered about his clothes and forehead. He sensed my distraction and quickly wiped the obstruction away from his mouth. "I don't understand why you didn't indulge. When was the last time you've tasted such heaven, Alcro?"
I cringed at the use of my Underworld nickname I aquired when I worked down there. Angela nor anyone else other than Daemon made use of it. The people that did had already passed, or are sitting in the cells I walked past yesterday. No, I'm not proud of my past, but ruling over the Underworld had both is pros and cons. Cons, being that the entirety of the Demons hated me with a well-known passion, and struck up a fight anytime they could. Pros, being that I had power being a lesser God at that time, and was recognized throughout the higher community, and they gave me numerous pats on the back for keeping the Hell-bent population controlled. They considered me the Garbage Woman, doing the dirty work no one else would.
"What is on your mind that your thoughts continue to overwhelm you?" My head shook back and forth, struggling to wrap my head around the concept that we were having a civil conversation. Daemon and I were never the biggest fans of one another.
"Nothing of importance. Memories of the past, if you were desperate to hear."
"Ah," he stroked his chin once he sat down, cross-legged in front of me. "Still caught up in what you can't control, young one?"
"Quite the opposite, Pluto." I smirked at use of his Roman name. "We are both very aware time is at my mercy."
"How could I have forgotten? OH! Obviously because the good in you keeps you from getting full use out of your many...special talents..." His top-lip curled over his upper-teeth and the Demon in him was very present. His eye teeth were elongated, looking more like the human's conception of Vampire fangs, Twilight aside.
"Abilities, Daemon. And they are not much among the mortal population, using them would make me to obvious to the other Earth-ridden Supernaturals."
"James?" I nodded. "You're still with the Raven, Alcro?"
Before our fight, I would've answered with an 'it's debateable,' but there's not much to debate over now in terms of our relationship. "No. It ended very...recently."
"It's a shame, she was quite the beauty, that one. Then the vamp. on top of that! Holy Hell, what were you thinking letting that one go?! I can only imagine--" I cut him off with a very stern look. Pair that with my all-black eyes and it was enough for him. He didn't want to start a fight, especially since in not-so-long we'd be fighting alongside one another.
"I'd rather not talk about it. But yes, James, that idiot. I don't understand why he fights so hard for such an old man! Shouldn't he just be concentrating on what's left of his family? Or even getting his wife to return from that deprived clan in Chersky?"
"You're thinking of the wrong clan, Daem. Chersky is home to Gaerot and the older ones of our kind. James's wife resides with the clan in Alberta.
"Ah, yes! How could I have forgotten? Hmm...I thought Gaerot resided in Provideniya along with Xaulson? And then Oulston and Wretzch joined them after they moved from Svalbard?" I struggled a bit to remember the names of our Russian colleagues.
"Incorrect. Gaerot's remained in Chersky for the last hundred years, as far as I know. Xaulson invited Gae to join him, but he politely declined once the plague struck the younger of the old. Wretzch switches back and forth between the two--whichever one needs his services more at the time. As for Oulston...he passed on during my time."
"NO! Oulston was one of my best men when the Trojan War struck! When Gino decided the demons should indulge themselves in the mortal ways! No, no! Your information must be incorrect, or you must be ill-informed! Oulston was in perfect health!" He was throwing his arms up in air and his eyes were turning a deep red, resembling the color of the old man's blood stains on his shirt.
"No, I am sure of this."
"I'VE HEARD ENOUGH!" He stood up and walked over to the center of the room. "I will be resting for the remainder of this too bright day."
And here we are. Satan taking a power nap and me sitting like a punk kid in the emo-corner. I have to say, after working under him I've gotten used to his forgetfulness and anger spurs. Us, being of the same kind, tend to avoid pissing the other off. Whereas he may be the Devil himself, I have my own advantages. Some of which I use more frequently than others, and some that even he doesn't know much, if any, about. Gino only knows the boundaries and expansions of myself because he's read the ancient text time and time again. He can recite any single sentence, paragraph, or give you a detailed verbal description of the pictures throughout the expanse of books. My past life is frequently written about in most of the texts, so he knows more about me than I may even know. But even the text is inaccurate, and when it is, a new book is written. Also, when new information or species are discovered, or when a new God takes chair.
Gino was never fond of me, regardless of what Angela or anyone else may think. He understood the power I possessed, and the dangers that came with it. He knew that one day, I would be taking a place on the God Council. He knew that I had abilities that I didn't know about. He knew that if I ever connected with my ancient being during battle, the opposing force(s) wouldn't stand a chance. He knew that one day, not only would I be his successor, but that I would kill him. He knew that it was a smart move to befriend me, to keep a close eye on me, and now that he can't, the entire world--both mortal and God--is in grave danger.
Everyone's familiar with my two most known powers; the ability to control fire in any form, and my ability to read the mind's of others. The one's that they aren't familiar with, are a little more complex, so to speak.
During my human-life, I was at one point completely (but only temporary) blind. Now, that's made all of my human senses stronger, but improved my hearing the most. With the wolf in me, it only makes that sense even stronger. My sense of smell is also increased due to the same wolf-gene. Comes in handy when I need to track something, or someone, down.
As Daemon mentioned, I also can control time. Whether it be freezing it, rewinding it, fast-forwarding it, or just letting it play on naturally. When I freeze it (which I rarely do) I can either make it so only myself stays unfrozen, or I can select the certain people whom I want to leave unfrozen along with me. In terms of rewinding, it's pretty much the same. I can choose that I only remember what happened the first time around, or choose the certain people I want to remember. Fast-forwarding, I wouldn't know. I've never tried it.
Probably my most useful skill would be healing. Like I've stated before, when I heal large wounds, such as the one that resided on my face, it just puts another layer of clean, fresh skin over it. If you peel back the current layer, you'd not only find many wounds, but a good amount of tattoos as well. I've had most of my body covered with completely different tattoos about two or three times. Small wounds, on the other hand, I can heal very easily without the use of another skin layer. And yes, I can indeed heal others as well, except I don't add on another skin layer to them, it heals automatically. Why? I do not know.
That would be one of the few things I don't know. My next little advantage over everyone else, would be my knowledge and memory. The two paired together make for a genius match, not only helping during battle, but in everyday life. I can recall any given battle formation, weapon, cavalry or any detail about any given war. On the other hand, I can speak any and every language known to man, and all twenty of the ones spoken by Gods. Add on my ability to do advanced calculus, and even the ancient maths done by the Mayans and Aztecs; then pair that with my knowledge of Shakespeare, Democritus, Aristotle and Galileo along with many others and I'm just your average melting pot of any and all information...God text included.
Fire aside, I can control all elements. Water, air, fire, earth, and then metal. If you want to get specific, I can control plastics as well. This is unfortunate for my opponents, 'cause wherever they put me or want to fight, it's a perfect area regardless. I always have something to feed off of; whereabouts are unimportant details to me.
Also, I have telekinesis, which kind of pairs with my control over elements. So yes, I can move objects without touching them, just by thinking about it. Think I'm already peaking? Just wait.
Demon's blood in reality isn't all that dangerous. We are satisfied with the amount of our species already, and don't feel the need to convert anyone. Other than our intense rage, temper, black souls and lack of care for anyone other than our kind (if even that) we're not that bad. But, one day, I was harmlessly getting into a little alley fight with a darker one of the human species and he managed to pierce a bullet through the top of my shoulder. I immediately raged, and my black blood began seeping through the wound. Red blood is harmless, which is why it is found in humans and supernatural alike, we both need it to live. Black blood, on the other hand, is extremely toxic and lethal. Demons are the only ones who carry it, and it only expels when there is a lack of red blood in the system. It takes over until the red has replenished. So, yes ladies and gentleman, the man had a nice equivalent of an acid bath by just a few drops of my blood.
Yet again paired with use of the elements, would be my ability to control the weather. Now, whether I can control it globally, I haven't figured out. I never felt a need to have it rain in Egypt when I'm in California. Still, it's useful for mundane human activies, and occasionally during fights. Being able to make a bolt of lighting just happen to strike my enemy comes in handy when I'm feeling slightly lazy. Then, I could always just made it scorchingly hot and see the poor guy practically melt to death.
During my early teenage years, I became very interested in knives and weaponry thanks to an ex-boyfriend (Believe it or not, I wasn't always gay). Needless to say, when I was older I bought any weapon I wanted, and became skilled with the use of knives. Back in my human years I could've killed you without breaking a sweat thanks to them. That and the fact that I was also a very seasoned fighter and a good bit of strength and muscle...and by bit, I mean truckload. Guns aren't my favorable, although I am well skilled with them too. I'd rather actually fight then stand at a distance and pull a trigger.
My last added ability...well...it's not one that I use often. In fact, I've only used it in one of Gino's testing labs when no one else was present. Of course, he found out about it, but never told a soul--last I checked. Before you fall asleep with my rambling...I'm a shape-shifter as well. I can change into anything from a boulder, to a German Shepard, average house cat, parrot, and then humans...yes, humans. Do I realize that this could come in extremely handy? Yes. Unlike most shifters, I can stay in that form for as long as I desire. For instance, I could turn into your mother and live fifty years without anyone knowing. It lasts for as long as I want it to, and I can switch from one thing to another, without transferring back into myself. But like I said, I've never used it outside of the lab.
The wolf in me gives me stronger senses, and allows me to transform into any type of wolf (there is many) I want to. Even full wolves only have acess to their own personal one, such as Lucifer.
The vampire in me isn't responsible for much. It's just a lesser version of a demon for the most part, just with the memory and knowledge of angels, although not as strong. Them and the wolves are on the bottom of the food chain in the supernatural world.
The Demon in me gives me my physical strength, as well as my unnatural speed, and fire controlling abilities. The new breed of demons born after the plague unfortunately don't have the fire power. They are visibly different from any demon born before them. Their eyes are red, with the regular black pupil, and then white surrounding the outside. When their demon takes over, their eyes don't turn full black like the previous generation...like mine do. Lastly on our differences, they can't actually turn into a full-bodied demon. They aren't born, and will never grow wings. Although the elders were thought to have wings, they do not. There are only the God's and then one other Demon with them. Myself.
The angel in me gives me my mental strength, and is repsonsible for whatever good is in me. All angels are born with and have wings throughout their entire life. I've never let mine out. I can do so when I take place in the upper realm, but it would take a lot out of me, and I've never felt the need.
But there's one thing in me no other being posses. I am the only one who is both Angel and Demon, and the propechy states that one day both will awaken inside me, releasing a power no one's ever seen before. That day has not come yet, and many doubt it will. Gino, me, and Daemon are the only ones with access to the ancient text that speaks about that part of my past life. There's many forms of the combination, some much lesser than others, but stronger than demons or angels still.
Like I said, I'm able to transform into an angel, but it's not the typical one you see in murals on high ceilings. No.
My hair would turn snow-white, but my skin would remain its usual color. My wings would extended around six feet outward, covered with white feathers. Every article of clothing I'm wearing at the time would also turn stark white. But that's just one angel.
Thanks to the darkness I posses from my demon self, I can also turn into a dark angel. Instead, my hair would turn jet-black and again, my skin would stay the same color. My wings would be the same length, only covered with black feathers. And lastly, my body would be covered with the ancient God tattoo from my past life. To put it into recent terms, it looks like an only black tribal tattoo covering my entire body from about my neck down to the tips of my fingers and toes.
Then, there's also two forms of demon I'm able to turn into.
The first one being a white demon, due to the good in me from my angel side. Every inch of skin on my body would turn pale white, as well as my hair. My irises would turn bright red, but my pupil would stay black, and the rest of my eye white. My nails would automatically grow a teeny bit longer and be sharpened on my hands, and again, all my clothes would turn white as well. My wings would extended again about six feet, but would have no feathers. They'd be covered with regular skin, and would indeed have bones in them that would pop-out like a steroid user's vein.
Second would obviously be a black demon, better known as full demon. The entirety of my skin would turn pitch black, and my hair would as well, only having deep red tips at the bottom. My eyes would turn full black, subsiding all the human from within me. Again, my clothes would all turn black, and my wings would be the same the white demon, except the skin would be black.
The last transformation is something my past life only managed to do once...and it was the last thing she ever did, she died right after. It is the Angel and Demon combination, and can only be brought about my extreme feelings of anger, nothing even close to what I've ever felt.
The left half of my body would be Angel, the white angel I described earlier except just cut it in half from the exact vertical center of my body, and put it to my left. The right half of my body would be black--or full--demon. Find the vertical center of my body and put it to my right. There's only one slight difference, being my eye. My right eye would still be pitch black, but my left eye would be completely white. Therefore, continuing the opposite effect the rest of my body was doing.
I wasn't kidding when I explained that it...or I...was complex...
Gaerot (Guy-rott).
Xaulson (Zul-sun).
Wretzch (Wretch)
Oulston (Ol-ston).
Daemon (Day-mon).
Alcro (Al-crow).
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Chersky is a place in north-eastern Russia, and so is Provideniya. Svalbard is a Norwegien Island. Alberta is being reffered to as Alberta, Canada.
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