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Mors kicks down the door to the home, shocking her father as to the sudden intrusion.

"What the- Honey, what are you doing?" Azrael shrieks as his eyes widened over the meal he was preparing. The Horsemen of Death marches forwards, eyes gleaming with joy as she carried her younger brother like a suitcase.

She walks up to the tall man and starts rambling in Spanish. "thatconnection and so I thin-"

Azrael stops her with a single finger against her lips. "Sweetie, it's hard to understand you when you're talking that fast in Spanish."

She immediately realized her mistake, before composing herself with a couple short breaths. She also drops Bell to the ground with a sudden crash.

"Bell might have finally awakened his powers."

Azrael is slightly confused, but within seconds, he's got a similar dumb grin on his face. He laughs and chuckles with Mors, the two of them looking down at Bell, who's still lying on the floor.

"What's going on, guys?" Bell looks up to see his sister and father all giddy. Azrael reaches down and lifts Bell up high.

"You've awakened your powers. Finally!" He laughs before closing in for a hug. Bell is receptive, hugging him back by instinct before looking back with a big dumb smile.

"So like, I've got Superpowers?" Bell asks.

"By definition, yes." Azrael chuckles. Mors, meanwhile, grabs a cup of water and sets it on the table. She calls her family over, and within moments, Bell's family surrounds him in anticipation.

"Let's see your spark, Hermano." She leans in closer, trying to catch every single detail of what her brother can do. Azrael is silent and distant, but still watching. Bell looks around, nervously chuckles at how sudden this was. But not wanting to disappoint, he reaches out and puts his hands around the cup.

He tries to focus all the power he can into the cup, eyes clenched and teeth gritting. He grimaces with all his might and his two family members lean in even closer. Eventually, there's a sudden and bright burst of red energy that expands out, knocking down several vases and swinging cabinets opening. And all that results in a couple cracks in the glass.

Bell looks a bit disappointed by the result, but Mors and Azrael could not be happier. Mors grabs him by the waist and lifts him up into the air, ecstatic that something had manifested. She's all giddy.

"Huh, but what are my powers?" Bell asks, focused more on what he can do, rather than doing it. Azrael looks at the cup, perplexed.

"Well, your power was kind of just a roll on what it could do… and I'm not sure which one this is or what It can do. I might need to consult Heaven, but even this might be too much of an anomaly to account for."

Mors chimes in. "Oh, how about-"

"No. Not him." He hold a grim expression at the mention of that man. Mors comically shrinks at her dad's reluctance and decides that she'll have to figure it out tomorrow herself.

"Well, I'll do it myself. Now then, Bell, get your homework done and get ready for dinner," She sends Bell off with a smile to his room. Once he's down the hall, she turns to her dad, "Well, it's a start. But at the rate he's going at… it might take a while for something decent to fully manifest."

"Still, you'll just have to be patient. It's better for him to-"

"-Have powers than not. Yeah, yeah. I know. Well, I guess I gotta catch some Z's." But before she could head off, Azrael hands her a broom.

"But before that, you're gonna help me clean the house. There's alot of broken glass." He smiles sarcastically and Mors grimaces, before grabbing the broom and starting to sweep all the shattered chunks off the floor as Azrael walks back to the stove to finish his dinner.

Tonight, they were going to have lasagna.

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The cloaked figure stepped into the dimly lit warehouse, the air thick with an eerie anticipation. He drew a precise circle on the dusty floor, and from the arcane markings, the projection of a monstrous entity; an amalgamation of grotesque fish forms that horrifically surged and undulated.

"Speak, servant of the abyss. Why do you disturb my dominion?" The chorus of distorted whispers echo throughout the warehouse. The hooded man bowed respectfully.

"My lord, my previous summon, the frog demon, has been obliterated. I require more formidable forces."

The aquatic entity's form flickered with displeasure.

"You ask for more, yet you squander what you receive. My resources under the Abyss's seal are not limitless."

This did not undeter the man.. "I understand, but circumstances demand additional strength. I propose a pact."

Monstrous eyes fixated on the cloaked figure. Skepticism was clear from the tone of it's boice. "Explain, mortal."

The man laid out a scrol, detailing the summoning of a leech-like entity that fed on blood to grow in power. "The Leech Demon. This creature will aid your cause, and in return, we shall feed it the essence it craves."

The entity's form shifted. There was contemplative silence lingering in the warehouse. "Blood is the currency of power. I accept your pact, but heed my warning—waste not the life force it requires."

With a nod of agreement, the hooded figure watched as the entity spawned the leech-like entity into existence. In popped into this plane in the figure's hand, no bigger than an apple. The man could sense that the creature was quite weak, even at this state, but it held much potential.

"I shall forgive your past failure, only if and when you can acquire enough human blood. Do not disappoint." And with a blink, the school of monstrous fish fades into a puddle. The man sighs at his master's mercy, before looking down to the worm wriggling in his hands.

"Don't worry, little one. We shall get you all the blood you need. But at this size, we'll need to find less… animate beings."