"Well, I can almost identify the murderer. It may take a few days to actually clear up the image in my head, as well as pixelate it onto a piece of paper for you and Keith, but, I can get it done. Two things I have managed since leaving the mortuary is that the guy has coarse, dim goldenrod hair and really light eyes." The male let out a deep sigh and rested his hip against the table top they had arrived at, running his free hand through his auburn hair. "I don't suppose you know any body that has those two colors on their head?"
Diana sighed. "oh porbley... And I must say, yoú better speed up that image in your head..." Diana stoped and looked up. "if you saw that from looking at a dead girl... What if you had something of thiers?" she asked. "the murders..."
"I can't speed up what refuses to come to me clearly. And, I didn't simply look at her. I felt her. Fingered her tongue ring and ran my hands along her body. I recovered everything that I could from her, and she was the most recent. I won't be able to get anything from the others." The librarian fingered a piece of paper, a flyer, on the table numbly, glancing up at the female standing a few feet away from him. "But, if I could get somehting of the murderers', a bullet, a knife, anything, I could place their face. But, until then, you will have to be patient."
Diana nodded. "Ok... Well it's a good thing I didn't listen to you earlier. I found what I think might be our killers Necklace back at the criem scene, but I had the weirdest feeling that someone or something was watching us, and then tainted swamp creature attacked...and the other beastie in the church...and it just goes on..." Diana sighed she was mumbling and showing that she had really long day, and knew the others were just going to be the same. Diana told Scott to come to the department tomorrow in the Moring after he checked on his library and to maybe bring a book on the Templar’s age of religion, and pagan history. Diana had a feeling that it might even go farther back, this little piece of jewelry.
Conversing Angles over the City wacth...
Watching Jonathon and his two others with him, listing in on the other two was quite interesting to the tall well built, young man sitting on top on the skyscraper, to with the shouldn’t have been able to see him, but his glowing blue neon eyes saw everything, but one was not blue but orange, his strong jaw breaking a smile as he watched. The man’s pale silky skin glow under moon light, as his black hair glossed, prefect well cut and layered, so it masked his beautiful face. Wearing an extremely expansive black pin line suit, with a red shirt underneath, and matching black tie, his eyes shined to his amusement.
"How’s our little prince? Hmmm....Baliel
?" A cool chilling but smooth voice came from the shadows as another man came into view. Wearing a suit as well, but a navy blue, and black under shirt, and what looked like the real itain leather shoes stepped next to the man named Baliel. His well tanned face, had a curise look on it as he looked over the edge. His golden hair was higher with amber strikes giving it a fiery look. His eye matched Baliel's to the dot.
The man named Baliel smiled up at the other man both standing a good six feet each. "The little black Dove? Oh he is fine... Used more of his power...He seems to be growing, but that damn fox creature had to show up..." He spat the last part of Drake. "Asmodeus, what should be done with him and those cameras? You don't think that Michael has caught on-"
"enough Baliel, Lilith is taking care of his interest, it's her talent but the arch is much more than we thought it would be, even if they can't take their physical forms any more, doesn’t mean there a threat, I'm more worried about Gabriel being able to speak with one of our offspring... If that comes to past, we might have to speed things up..." Asmodeus ran his long fingers threw his hair. "The master will not be pleased if anything goes wrong...If we have to start taking more of these pathic humans life essence, it will be done... either way... the process is so much fun...." A curl evil grin forms into his sharp powerful features.
Baliel nodded in agreement to his words. "Even so...Out little black dove now has Gabriel’s sword... And what of Ahriman Pentacle? The librarian will surely see his face, and he, being a powerful stock hold and CO. will cause much more unwanted problems... Do you think I should strip of him of that gift? Being the moster he is, what is one thing?" Baliel asked.
"Oh...I have a much better idea for him... Block his sprital conation to the gift of sight... I wonder if his other side is a... bargaining man..." Asmodeus Laughed.
Jonathon practically had his head pressed against the wall trying to feel the emotions in the room. They moved further back into the room. Damn. "Hey Lucian, maybe we should pop in really quick, catch the end of the conver-" Jonathon shivered suddenly, his concentration broken. He looked around the hallway, feeling eyes on him but not sure where they were coming from.
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Asmodeus wacthed Jonathon, and felt his slight panic. "Oh why not have some fun with him..." His eyes glew brighter, and he disappred till he was standing behind Jonathon. "Oh my, you have grown little prince..." He whispered into Jonathon's ear, his cool chiling vocie forcing shivers down his spine all the way to his toes. The room had become more cool, and dark, almost like the very essnces of light was gone, and no hope could shine.
Jonathon spun around, a bolt of electricity running over his arm "What the hell is going on!?"
Asmodeus took Jonathon's arm that was shurging with electrical engery, sucking it dry, all taking his very essnse away from. "Oh...Now Now... you don't want to end up the the other poor mortals of this age do you? Of coruse not, you much to spicail for that... We still have use of you..." He was much stornger and had a certain look that could strike fear in those who stod agnist him. "Now dear Jonathon...Learn of you ture fathers oragins, and maybe you'll understand why your here..." Asmodeus wasnt to worry about the other's as long as he knew Jonathon knew he was his pet, no one eles.
Jonathon was scared. No, he had seen a lot of wierd things. No, this terrified him. Yet in spite of that fear he steppe forward to be face to face with this new intruder "Let go or I might just have to help you learn something to." He was so scared he could barely keep his legs underneath him. But his spiteful nature was winning out.
Asmodeus eyes glew with amusmnet for his shanking pery. "Oh to tell what you can teach BOY..." With that last words he was able to send a painful strik to Jonathon's gut with out having to move, it was just pure force. "You have no idea the power you can controll yet... you feed into this idea that you could fit in, but you know your diffrent!... are you sure being with freak show isn't where you belong...? Of coruse not..." Asmodeus pulled Jonathon into himself, and lefted his haed with his icey cold hand. "I could teach you things beoned anything you could figer out on your own...Better than waiting around..."
Jonathon grimiced as the pain shot through his gut. He felt a twinge of anger fly through him at this creatures words "Fit in, no. But whos to say I dont like the freak show? And if all you wanted was to teach me something you didnt have to come here and play games with me." Jonathon was thinking fast, trying to find someway to slip out of this monsters grip
Asmodeus laughed. "Oh but games are fun and soon you'll learn to enjoy them too!... But if you want to learn, you'll have to kill the little fox boy...lets call it your whole freak show...It going to happen to them soon enough...Why not by you?" His grip tightens on Jonathon, when a red light took to his finger tips, and then dung into into Jonathon neck and arm. Aray of lights dung threw his body, leaving a full shleve tattoo from his neck, down half of his left side of his body, the celitc signs were older then anything every recorded and it was painful. "What'll be? The freak show, or aboustle ppower?"
Jonathon's legs finally gave out with the pain. He dropped to his knees gasping as he watched the tattoo burn onto his arm. It felt like fire exploding from inside his arm. When the tattoo had finished, he propped himself up on one leg and looked up at Asmodeus "How bout you kiss my pale, now very tattood ass, before I go freak show on you." THe left side of his body still burned and he could feel his strength ebbing as Asmodeus held his grip.
Asmodeus stood there holding Jonathon with one hand. "It you mean spourting wings..." with his every word, his wing took full leaght, with out taring his shrit or jacket, eyes glowing, anf lighting flashing above. "I'm one step ahead of you..." He started to laugh, he found this fun, wacthing Jonathon in fear.
Diana had finshed up with Scott as he agreed to meet her in the moring at the station, she heard Jonathon yelling and ran out of the door, but stopped in her track, at the sight of him dangling at the furry of what looked like an angle with black wings. Fear struck her quick, but she trained to still move.
Jonathon laughed "No dumbass. Thats normal. I meant something more like this" he threw all the power he could into kicking both legs into Asmodeus' gut, his own wings shooting out and pushing hard against Asmodeus.
Asmodeus only fell two steps back, as if nothing had happen. "So much to learn..." he closed his hand and the tattoos glowed, putting such a crashing force on him, that if was any more powerful, it would kill him. "How sad, I might have to kill your little friend the police officer... she saw me, as well as the others... you should've said you'd do it, but now, Things will get messy, and I have more important things to anttened too..." He sighed, sounding heart broken.
Diana didn't know what to do. She had to help him, but if you could case that much pain to Jonathon, she didn't want to imagen what eles he could do. "Stop it!" She demaned from this man. Diana saw the sword that Jonathon kept, and picked it up.
Jonathon writhed and screamed in pain as the tattoos burned his flesh and his mind. The pain was almost unbearable, impossible to discribe. Seconds turned into hours as he hung from Asmodeus' hand.
Asmodeus droped Jonathon at the sight of the sword, and just a slight flicker of fear showed in his eyes, but only for second. "Very well then... Saved by the girl... How sad.." He truned away and started to walk off. "Think about it! Are they really worth it?" With his last words he dissapred into black smoke.
Diana droped the sword and ran to Jonathons side. She droped to her knees and helped Jonathon sit up. "Are you alright!!! wha what happened? and who was he, but thats not important right now..." Diana had a panic look on her face, she was worried about him, but still scared, no one had ever made her feel that way. "I should've just brought you guys into the libary, and..." Diana was looking at the massive tatto, that seem to go on forever, but stooped up at his neck.
Jonathon just layed there shivering on the ground, his flesh still burning from the tattoo. He coughed twice, turned on his side and vomited all over the floor "Oh, that feels better" he curled up into a ball and lay there, still shivering.
Diana looked shcoked. She had no idea that something or someone could cause so much pain or damage, was that killer! Diana pulled Jonathon into her arm, to try and stop him from shivering, but she needed to find away to get him to the car so he could get some real help. "Jonathon, look at me, can you walk?" She asked softly, she wasnt sure how he was going to react, but was ready for anything. Diana's arms held him tightly, warm, but strong. Damn it...
Jonathon looked at Diana through his watery eyes "Sweetheart, puking took an act of epic concentration." He took several deep breaths and tried to regain some control of his body. "Do me a favor real quick. Get the sword and super glue it to my hands please"
"What happened indeed? What went on just then? I was here and I didn't see anything messing with you?" Lucian said with surprise.
Diana took a breath or releaf, and hugged Jonathon. "I'm glad to see your mouth is still working... and we'll talk about your big knife later, after you get some rest...." Diana looked up at Lucian. "Your telling me you didn't feel or see the evil looking Angle that just tried to kill him?" She asked taken back, still holding Jonathon. "And I hope you can left havey things..."
"Honestly I saw nothing. It just looked like I was surrounded by darkness. I did meet someone unexpectadly though." Lucian said
Jonathon shook his head "Sword.....now" He stuck out a hand towards it
Diana sighed, why was it so spical to him. But she reached for it grabing it with ease and handed it to him.
JOnathon visably calmed when he had the sword in his hand. "Ok, Diana, if you will help me up I think I can walk. Lucian, grab my backpack please"
Diana held jonathon up, she put his arm around her shoulders and her arm around his waist, still a little worried. "....you sure your ok?" She asked with a concered look.
Jonathon nodded, a little wobbly, but able to stand "Yeah. Well, except he messed up the tattoo. I wanted a flower here" he points at his shoulder.
Diana looked up at him. "can you take this a little more seriously! He could've killed you, and something is wrong please tell me now so I can you the help you need!" She said trying not get upset.
Jonathon scowled at her "I am taking this plenty seriously. Thats why I wanted this" he holds up the sword. "And if I knew what the hell he did I wouldnt have let him do it. He said something about me having to learn about my ultimate power or kill the freak sh...i mean the team. I told him go to hell and branded me." He winced a little as he walked, the left side of his body still throbbing and burning
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