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Rusine froze from the midst of his attack, turning to gaze at the woman who spoke. His hunger stayed strong, yet his body was relaxed. He pressed his body against the ward, trying to pass it to get closer to the woman, closer to the food.

The ward dropped as Edward was still in shock from the enraged creature. Edward stood up, and watched with a strange "anticipation" as the creature moved closer to the boy.

Jason groaned as he was pressed tightly against the wall. In a flash a white cloud of salt was pushed into the air from Jason's gloves. Upon release, he would jump from this room, and land closer to the door. "Now that I know the boy is already half dead, I have no qualms. Sorry my Lady. It was nothing more than a tad bit of panic, seeing what had just transpired."

"Darro Verum" the Wards lifted from himself and Masika, looking to the Great lady he spoke in the dark tongue "you have gathered an interesting group, I shall not question your decision, however I must ask why these individuals" what as heard "Vul Graf Qeferos Ye Teromuusan Gerres, Vi Verek vo umer vule kareen, gallum Vi quarres Yal?"

The calm of his trance lasted only for a few feet, the primal impulse within him overpowering all control. He was on the unfortunate boy in an instant, blood spraying in a streak as he tore into his flesh with ridiculous speed. Joints popped and bones cracked, not one piece of flesh going to waste. His unhinged jaw ungulated rapidly to keep up with the pace his hands were shoveling.
Pools of blood only remain, Rusine kneeling in the largest licking his corrupted hands.

Sentient thought rushed back into his mind like a waterfall now that his hunger was satiated. He sprung back in shock from all the blood. He stared down at his clawed hands with fear and confusion, witnessing his gangly body filling in with muscle before his very eyes. "Wh-What is happening...?" He uttered, confused from his first ever feeding.

Blinded by the cloud of salt, the creature would spin around and release a plume of violet flames towards where he thought Jason had went; the air it touched seemed to explode, thousands of tiny clouds and shockwaves that made the entire room vibrate.
(kinda like a cluster bomb, but a cloud... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ScmfbOwRreUv )

Lady Masika first responded to Jason first "It is alright, but if you ever use salt on my companion again i will personally escort you to the entrance to the underworld" her tone sounded kind yet a dark uncomfortable power lay under it. Next she responded crystal user in a demonic tone "I sent out the request anonymously anyone could have answer." Then turned to Rusine "It is alright I promise," She held out gentle hands to him. "There is much you do not yet know about yourself or the world, it will take time." She said in a soft and relaxing tone, that seemed to put a calm over the room. She was very calm at the explosion as if this had happened before she lifted her hand and one of the other creatures rushed over and slammed its paws down creating a shield to stop the explosion from going any further through the room. looked at the butler who was calmly standing to the side and he bowed speaking "I shall retrieve Drakuus some food Milday"

Castiel sat and listened, peeking interest when the newcomer began speaking in a tongue he was all to familiar with. "Speaking where others cannot speak for themselves is inappropriate. That said,
you should already know why we were gathered here, and that some of us are more important than others." All human ears could pick up were incoherent words. In truth, Castiel knew of dark speak, and was quite fluent.

Jason anticipated the blast and ducked to the floor, out of reach of the flames. "Gah!" He yelped. "To close for comfort." He retorted to himself. "Hey!, I have no qualms, so drop it before someone gets hurt." Jason stood up as soon as the blast ended. Ready to dodge some more, and to fight back if necessary.

Edward was dumbfounded and simply watched as the creature devoured the boy completely. The hate that filled his heart went away, as the calm and feeling of god returned. 'I understand what I must do, to continue receiving your blessing lord. I shall not fail you.' Edward returned his weapons to their holders. Any trace of his wards were now gone.

"Queven Terro Kelvos" or "Never too safe" Victor looked at Castiel and approached him, his interest peaked, "I fear not man nor beast, however sometimes I find it necessary in case not all ears should be present to listen." he pocketed his crystal. "My name is Victor, its a pleasure." looking towards the Zealot, he speaks softly, "the man is rather unhinged, even for a man of the church"

OOC: mlem

"In times like these, he would live probably to the end". Castiel stood up, facing Victor. "I'm Castiel, my last name is not important. It is evident on why you cloak yourself in the mannerisms you do however". Castiel waited but a few seconds before speaking again. "Devil Forgemaster".

Rusine reached to take the woman's hand. His rigid claws retracted, the black veiny flesh returning to its previous pale hue. He stood and caught his balance. He was out, free from his prison. He could move and see and breathe without being confined. His hand gripped the woman's tightly as excitement filled him and he took his surroundings in. "Where am I? What is this place?" he asked eagerly.

"I found you dear,locked away being treated badly, I found you and brought you here to my home, where you will be safe and accepted. I will take care of you." With the lion creature seeing the butler had brought meat to Drakuus, calming him for the moment, took down the shield and walked to lean on Lady Masika's side. She squeezed his hand gently and pet the lion with the other hand. "This is a safe place for creatures like this, you ad myself. It will take you time to adjust but know i am here."

((EXample of the lion Design B art by saltdragon on DA))

"Derock Isten Thura?" ("What do you speak?") Victor hesitated looking at this vampire, "how does he know" he thought, he had covered all symbols, made sure his markings were not bare to see, glancing quickly to his rattling crystals he took a step back from the vampire narrowing his eyes and tilting his head lightly, it was his move, what would this vampire do with him now? The Forge Masters were not welcome, even the ones who rebelled against Dracula were hunted like animals. a bead of sweat dropped from his brow as a hand slowly crept down to his pouch prepared for the worst. Before he was unwilling to take action in such a way, however, the vampire knew, and beyond anything that was dangerous... The zealot would certainly try to put him to the stake, the great lady it was doubtful, even she would accept one of the men who were looked at as responsible and in part were the reason for this horde. his eyes moved to the left and right looking for escape routes were they necessary.

"Please, even the most skilled forgemasters cannot conceal their energies. Besides, I have been known to delve into forbidden and unknown knowledge." The vampire smiled, showing his fangs. "I won't tell if you won't... I'd much prefer the company of a man willing to kill for the right reasons than a man who claims his to be." Castiel looked quickly over to the still dumbfounded zealot.

Drakuus would take his meal with a huff, still not feeling even with the one who sprayed him with salt, but knowing his Lady's wish for help battling the horde.
"What puts you so on edge, demon keeper?" The creature stared directly at Vitor, even while continuing to eat.
"Surely if noone has attacked you thus far, you are safe, hmm?"

(I got an idea for a character I'm trying to flesh out, but I'm not sure if you guys are still accepting, or if it's be worth trying to get into an RP with so many people, unless some of them left.)

"I most certainly dont keep demons," victor turned away from the vampire, "I just am not quite used to environments where I dont have to be on edge." he looked back to the vampire and to the wyvern, they had a point, if they were going ot attack, they would have done so already, however his worry was not of the wyvern, the lady, or the vampire, it was the zealot. Victor had the confidence to know the fight would be at least fair, however he had the hunch that his sword was not just for show.

(no one left but you may make a character and I will discuss where to include you.)