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Fantasy No Abduction Policy [goldieloxx][isthill]

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❛ it's only love, nobody dies ❜







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kallie.







full name

kallista faye reed






nickname

kallie






age

22






gender

female






sexuality

heterosexual

































pretty tragedy


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01.



visage

















face claim

sofia carson






eye color

hazel






hair color

brown






height

5'4






body mods

earlobes pierced twice























02.



psyche









ツ passionate
ツ helpful
ツ resourceful
✘ self-sacrificial
✘ stubborn
✘ proud















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Such a difference between who I am and who you see.

Name: Damon Blackbriar
Elijah Aspen
Age: about 113 years
25 years
Sexuality: pansexual
Heterosexual


Gender: male
Height: 5'9 ft
Build: lean, fit
Hair: black, half long
Eyes: steel blue


Powers: possession, pyrokinesis, rune magic, summoning of dark spirits


Psyche:
Damon xxxxxxiixxxxxx Elijah

Charismatic
Natural leader
Confident
Patient
Compassionate
Persevering​

Manipulative
Violent
Cold
Resentful
Withdrawn
Proud​


The henchmen
Finnic & Abigore

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  • how she's feeling...



    a little more than fucked.

















kallie



the huntress












The mountains were freezing. Beautiful, but freezing nonetheless. As someone who wasn't a fan of her blood being frozen in her veins, Kallista for one was hoping they could find this pack of demons and rid the world of them sooner rather than later. Kallie had learned in her twenty-two years of life how to suffer through the unpleasant weather and even worse, so a little snow and camping in the mountains wasn't going to kill her. But oh, how she already missed her warm bed and a real shower. They'd only just arrived a few days ago, following a lead that her father had gotten from a local.

Currently, Kallie sat in her tent, shivering as she wrapped her blanket tighter around her. The fire they'd been burning during the day was long since out, but the walls of her tent were not doing anything to keep out the cold. They moved at night, because it was easier for them to not be traced and to move silently. Demons were dangerous creatures, and if the hunters could have any chance of sneaking up on them, they would take it. Although their ways weren't exactly known to Kallie and her family, both blood and chosen, they'd learned enough to know that they needed human souls.

Squeezing her eyes shut tighter, Kallie drew in a shaky breath as she heard her father calling out to the group. Not a minute later, the flaps of her tent flew open, and she saw Luke kneel down in front of the opening. "Time to move, sis." He told her, reaching out a gloved hand for her to take. Nodding, Kallie took his hand and let him pull her from the tent that she would hopefully be returning to come daybreak. Hunting was never a risk-free job, which was something that Kallie and her family knew all too well. They'd lost their mother to a vampire when Kallie was only ten years old.

The memory fueled her with enough fire that she could let go of Luke's hand and zip her jacket up tighter under her cloak. Bending back into her tent, she snagged her bow from where she'd set it, making sure to also grab her quiver of arrows. Slinging the latter over her shoulder, she gave herself a quick pat down. Her knives were in place, and she even had a gun. Demons were just that-- demons-- and they wouldn't die from normal means. But if the hunters could incapacitate them long enough to kill them, they'd be set, and no more humans would have to give their souls.

"Come on. We're going to find us some demons tonight and make demon stew." Luke winked at her, and Kallie just scoffed. But just as she was inhaling to respond, their older brother Michael spoke from her other side.

"You say that every time, Luke. Demon stew? Really?" Michael shook his head, but even Kallie saw the smirk tugging at his lips as he hurried to catch up to their father, who was leading the group deeper into the trees.

"He's such a hater." Luke muttered, causing a small laugh to escape Kallie.

As they trekked further into the woods, though, conversation died down. Kallie had an arrow in one hand, her bow in the other, and she knew that at the first sign of trouble she could have that arrow notched and ready to go. Better at long distance fighting, Kallie's weapon of choice was almost always a bow, but she had other tricks up her sleeve as well. Though hand to hand wasn't her forte, she'd learned enough from her brothers and father not to be completely useless. There were only a couple others on this trip other than her father, Luke, and Michael, but she was the only female. Not that she minded; it was like that alot. But also, because of this, she always felt like she had something to prove.

A couple hours into the hike, she was towards the end of the group, just a few paces behind Luke. A sound from her right drew her attention, and within seconds, she had her arrow ready to fire into the trees. She glanced ahead at the group, but they hadn't stopped. Kallie would have followed them, chalking the noise up to some sort of animal, but then she heard a soft moan of pain. Her eyes widened. What if this was a hurt human? Or... what if it was a demon, trying to trick her? Either way, she had to find out. She couldn't leave the back of the group at risk by ignoring the sound.

So she stepped off the path.

It only took a few steps before she saw him. Pale as the winter, laid out on the ground with his leg twisted at an odd angle. She gasped, making the mistake of lowering her bow, and that's when it happened. A hand clamped over her mouth, muffling her sudden cry of shock as her bow fell to the ground. All she could think of was how she'd made the biggest mistake a hunter could make: she let her guard down. And now she was going to pay the price. But she'd be damned if she didn't go down fighting. Lifting her foot off the ground, she aimed it backwards for a kick, hoping to connect with anything she could.













































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Pissed beyond comparison.
Damon
Blackbriar
  • .
location
mountain mansion
mentions
-
interactions
Finnic, Abigore
tags
apolla apolla
"So, Grazzil, how's it going with your new vessel? -Look up now-"
Damon was sitting on a small, simple doctor stool as he reached out to carefully pull the demon's lower eyelid down to examine the white of his eyes. No red spots, no signs for bleeding, he noted with a satisfied nod.
"Any problems with limbs going numb, the soul fighting back, teeth or hair falling out... Flatulence?" The smallest of amused grins crossed his face for just a second, but the demon in front of him shook his head. He'd possessed this human just two days ago, and every demon with a bit of experience knew that the first week was critical. Sometimes a soul was stronger than expected and actually fought back and sometimes the demon and the vessel just weren't compatible. If something like that happened, the symptoms of what they called a Broken Possession would show within the first couple of days.

Damon had lived most of his life in countless different vessels, as he'd always tried to stay away from hell as much as possible, much to his father's displeasure, so he knew what to look out for and how to make sure a demon would be comfortable in their new body. The regular checkups were just one of many amenities he offered the people living under his protection.

It was easy, really, he offered them a place to live, either in his mansion or in one of the various houses and apartments he owned across the states, offered them help with whatever came up, and they payed him back with money, little and bigger favors, took care of chores like cleaning and cooking and sticked to the three rules he gave them:

1- Do whatever you want, but do it right. Do not attract unnecessary attention.
2- Don't even think of challenging Damon's authority. Domiciliary right, or something.
3- an addition to rule number one- no abduction of humans. It draws too much attention.

It all boiled down to Damon living the easiest, most comfortable life a demon could live, and his little community from hell being free of Lucifer's shit. He had hidden the mansion well from curious people, hunters and others demons that might work for the king of hell; countless runes for protection and concealment were etched into stone slabs in the ground; to everyone wandering the mountain forest it looked like a big storage unit for chemical waste, protected by an electric chain link fence and several warning signs.

"I think I might have memories that don't belong to me", the demon he was currently examining, answered after a while of silence. Damon just nodded knowingly. For this guy, it was the first time away from hell, the first time possessing a human; he still was a little insecure.
"Oh that's perfectly normal", Damon reassured him. "It's just a symptom of you absorbing this human's soul. It should be over in a couple of days. If you get weird impulses, be sure to let me know, but other than th-"

He was interrupted by two demons entering the room. The taller one, with startlingly bright red hair and constantly wearing sunglasses, even inside, lifted one hand as a greeting, while the smaller guy, with an unnatural pallor, just smiled uncomfortably, pale blue eyes darting across the room.
"Ah. Finnic, Abigore, my men, how can I help you guys?"
Turning to his patient once more he mumbled softly "It's all looking good so far, just don't overexert yourself for now."
After the demon had left the room he raised one eyebrow at the two men standing in front of him.
"So what's up?"
"Hunters", the pale guy said flatly. The redhead agreed with a nod. "They're getting closer. It's that family again."
"Ugh, one should think they have something better to do with their short lives", Damon grumbled silently under his breath before he nodded at his henchmen. "Good. Fine. I trust you guys to take care of it. Effectively, please."


And so, just an hour or two later, Finnic and Abigore had come up with a plan to separate the girl from the group and threaten her, suspecting her to be the most helpless one and easy to scare.

Oh how wrong they had been.

Finnic screeched in pain as she kicked him in the knee, but just tightened his grip, while Abigore got up to muzzle her and tie her hands and feet up.
"Dammit, I think she broke my patella... Hey just- hold still-!"
"We just wanna talk", the pale guy made an attempt to play good cop, bad cop, eh, demon, before he picked her up and carried her away. About an hours walk away stood the white van they lovingly called their kidnapper car, perfectly melting into the snowy scenery.
He dropped her off in the back, while Finnic locked the doors from the inside with a massive padlock. Once they were sure she had no chance to escape, they removed the gag.
"As I said, we just wanna talk-"
"I doubt she'll be listening", Finnic remarked wryly.
Frankly, the two of them usually took care of squabbles with regular humans or demons not paying on time. This kind of encounter with a hunter was new even to them, so they did find themselves a little unprepared for the kind of fighter this girl was.
"So?"
"...Maybe Damon could knock some sense into her?"
"Eh- forgot rule number three?!"
"What else would we do?!"
"Okay okay...", Abigore sighed as he pinched the root of his nose in thought. "We'll talk about this later."
Turning to the huntress, he crossed his arms.
"Listen up, girl, we've been very patient with you guys, but if your little hunting parties won't stop immediately I swear to you we'll find you, your family, your friends, just everyone. And we'll turn them into vessels for other demons, you hear me? Your soul will be absorbed bit by bit, slowly, painfully. If that what you want, hey, go on, but trust me when I say you will regret it."
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kallie



the huntress












The thing is, Kallie knew better than to go off by herself. She'd been taught from a young age what to do and what not to do when it came to hunting the supernatural. She could tell you many different things about the many different species. Demons were the most elusive but they weren't impossible to figure out. Much like people, they were all different. They had different goals, different desires. But when it came to demons, they all had something in common: they wanted human souls. Was it a way to make them stronger? A way to tie their bodies to the earth? Kallie and her family didn't know for sure, but they were still determined to eliminate them.

While the males in Kallie's family weren't heartless, they'd trained Kallie to be smart over following her heart. Hearing the sound of someone moaning in pain, though, Kallie felt her heart go out to them. If it was a human in danger, she had to save them, and all it would take was one yell for her family to hear her. One arrow to the heart or the head to give her the upper hand, and she had confidence in her ability to use her bow to save herself. She'd been playing with weapons since she was a little girl, and despite her being a female she wasn't completely helpless.

What she didn't count on that maybe she should have was that there would be two of them. Someone grabbed her from behind as she stepped into the line of trees, while the other hopped off the ground. Moving closer, she felt her blood run cold when she realized she hadn't been hearing a wounded human, but a demon, tricking her. Fueled by anger, she aimed a kick to the one holding her, smirking with satisfaction as she heard it squeal in pain. Her eyes didn't leave the one in front of her, but try to fight him as she might, he succeeded in tying her hands and feet together.

Hoisting her up, she wriggled and writhed around in the demon's grip but to no avail. She had no idea how long they marched away from her family before she was thrown into the back of a van, the two demons climbing in behind her. She quickly scrambled away from them as best she could, looking between both of them as one said they just wanted to talk after removing the gag from her mouth. "Talk my ass." She snapped, her eyes darting to the other one with the smart ass comments. The two of them went back and forth for a few moments, before they turned back to look at her again.

After the demons little speech, Kallie narrowed her eyes. "The hunting won't stop." She hissed, leaning closer, narrowing her eyes. "Not until each and every one of you has been eradicated from existence. Don't you have a hell you belong to?" Without warning, she leaned back and swung her tied legs around, aiming again to hit whatever body part she could. The big padlock was going to be a problem, especially with her tied limbs, but she had to do something. "Let me out of here, you worthless piece of shit!"













































♡coded by uxie♡
 
Pissed beyond comparison.
Damon
Blackbriar
  • .
location
mountain mansion
mentions
-
interactions
Finnic, Abigore
tags
apolla apolla
When the huntress aimed her tied legs upwards for another kick, this time the demons avoided her assault at the last moment, but at least the redhead couldn't hide that he was briefly impressed by her fighting spirit. Your regular human would've been wailing by now, begging for their life to be spared, but all she did was, well... Honestly, make her situation worse.
Still, she was no coward, that much was clear.

The two men exchanged a meaningful look before the pale guy threw his hands up with an exasperated sigh.
"Fine! But if he's gonna be pissed imma blame you!"
Finnic just shrugged. Sure, he knew that making Damon angry wasn't particularly smart, the demon did have quite the temper now and then, but he was also well aware that there was a decades old friendship between him, Abigore and the leader. He knew he trusted their judgment and would never lay hand on them.
"Sure, if it makes you happy", he just said, and the two demons left the back of the truck, locked it again, this time from outside, and drove off towards the mansion.

Two hours later they were greeted by one of the demons that had been assigned as guards. This particular one was an especially tall and broad guy, as Finnic always said, Emmet was a walking eclipse. Wherever he went, it went dark.
His tousled, dark brown hair hung into his face as he crossed his trunk-like arms.
"What. The fuck. Did you do?", he growled, voice hushed as he bent down to regard Abigore and Finnic with an anxious death glare. "I smell a human."
"We figured this one might be a case Damon will want to take care of himself."
"Well, it's your head", the giant muttered under his breath before he pressed the button that would open the gate towards the Mansion and the vast property around it.
For anyone coming here without the rune to see past the illusion, they were coming to a halt on an overgrown, run down parking lot in front of a probably toxic and radioactive bunker for chemical waste.
While the pale demon slowly exited the truck, looking around anxiously, Finnic hopped out and strutted around the vehicle to retrieve the huntress from the back like he owned the place. Like before, he just hauled her over his shoulder and carried her into the building, unable to hide the amusement of how she was probably thinking that the local demons were hiding among chemical waste. Oh what she surprise she was in for.

He had been heading for Damon's office, Abigore silently trailing after him, but as if in cue, a door to the left, belonging to the leader's bed- and adjacent bathroom, opened, and Damon came out, leather jacket tied around his hips, sleeves of his black shirt rolled up, and his hair still wet from the shower he'd just had.
As soon as he caught sight of the huntress, his eyes widened a fraction. "Finnic...what is that?", he asked like the demon had brought a unicorn into the mansion. Or, well, from the girl's point of view, into the chemical waste storage.
While Abigore, who wasn't particularly tall to begin with, seemed to shrink under the leader's boring gaze, Finnic dropped his hostage, not giving a heck in the world that standing with tied feet probably wasn't exactly comfortable or easy.
"One of the hunters", he explained, an awkward, apologetic smile crossing his face.
Damon remained silent, just staring at the girl wide-eyed for a brief moment, before he rubbed his temples and frowned. "What's with our no abduction policy? I don't make rules for you all to break them.
" She wouldn't even listen, so I figured-"
Damon interrupted him by just lifting one hand." We'll need to have a talk later. Just-... Drop her off in the basement and make sure she stays there."
Still rubbing his aching temples, he walked off, while Finnic picked her up again and did as he was told.

After locking the door behind himself, he raised one eyebrow at the grinning Abigore.
" What?"
"Ohh my friend you are fucked", the other demon chuckled, but Finnic just frowned deeply.
"Shut the fuck up, he's not Lucifer. Keep an eye on the door", he growled before he headed back upstairs to talk to their leader.
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kallie



the huntress












The number one rule in supernatural hunting was simple: don't get caught. Not only had Kallie broken that rule, but she'd broken about half a dozen others in the process, if not more. She could already see and hear the disappointment on her father's face once he'd realized she was gone. She'd been training almost her entire life not to get put in this situation, yet here she was. All it had taken was one split second of letting her guard down, and it was game over. Now it had been about an hour since she made her fatal mistake, and she knew her father would be angry with her. It was the disappointment that cut deep, because she knew that he knew that she should have known better. All she'd had to do was signal to Luke or any of them that she'd been about to step off the path.

Fuck.

But if the demons expected her father to burn down the forest to get her back, they were sorely mistaken. He would look for her, yes, but the demons would still be his priority. All over one. It was his mantra, what he lived his life by and the reason he rode his children and followers so hard in training. They were supposed to know better, and they did. Kallie as well. He would be devastated to lose his only daughter, but she just couldn't see him calling for reinforcements for her when it would mean putting more men and women at risk. He just wouldn't be able to justify it, which only furthered how much trouble she was in.

Fuck!

She aimed a two-legged kick at the demons in the back of the van, both demons avoided her attack and she could have cried in frustration. But she didn't. The anger shone in her eyes as she glared at them, waiting to see what their next move would be. If even one of them moved closer, it would be their end. She was tied, yes, but not completely defenseless. One of them threw his hands up, and the two shared some minor conversation about a mysterious male before they both started to climb out of the back. Kallie's eyes went wide and she pushed herself up, but by the time she got her bearings and reached the back of the truck they were slamming the doors shut. "No!" She kicked the door, frustrated with both them and herself.

She had no idea how much time passed before the van slowed to a stop, and she heard muffled voices. Then the van started to move again, coming to another stop a few minutes later. She'd been awake the entire time, trying to listen for any sound that would help her understand where they were going. The doors flew open a few moments later, and the redheaded demon surprised her by grabbing her and throwing her over his shoulder. Once again she squirmed in his grasp, but his hold was comparable to steel. She did manage to catch sight of the building they entered, and that slowed her movements. What the hell was this place? And where the hell had they gone? She felt a glimmer of hope that her family might be able to find her, but as she looked beyond the building, she noticed the trees of the forest were long gone.

"Where the hell are we?" She snapped, twisting again as they entered the abandoned looking plant. She received no answer, not until a door opened and yet another male walked out. Kallie heard his voice and the shock in it. She tried to look, but with how she was being held, she couldn't see. She would get a chance though as the demon carrying her suddenly dropped her to the ground. She tried to remain standing, but with her ankles bound together she didn't have a chance. She hit the ground with a soft oof, shooting a glare in the redhead's direction. She managed to push herself back to her feet just as the newest male started speaking, drawing Kallie's attention his way. He stared at her, and she returned his look with a glare of her own.

She should have run. Or tried to. But by the time the thought crossed her mind, the redhead was reaching for her again. She did attempt to move away from him, but he was faster, and a cry of frustration left her lips as he started down the hall again. "Screw you!" She yelled at Damon as he walked off, but again, there was no answer. She ended up dumped in the basement, where it was dark, the only light coming from the open door above her. Once again, she pushed herself back to her feet, this time having the sense to try and save herself. But the door at the top of the stairs slammed shut and she was left in darkness. She swallowed heavily, spinning in a slow circle, trying to let her eyes adjust to the darkness. There had to be something in here she could cut the ropes with. Right?

Hopping towards the wall, she tripped over something on the floor and went down. "Fuck!" She screamed, feeling the first hint of tears forming in her eyes. No, she was not going to cry. She wasn't going to let them know just how terrified she was. Pushing herself up to a sitting position, she started to scoot towards the wall this time, her bound hands searching anything she could find in the darkness for something sharp enough to cut the ropes. She wasn't dying like this.













































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Actually a little anxious.
Damon
Blackbriar
  • .
location
mountain mansion
mentions
-
interactions
Finnic, Abigore
tags
apolla apolla
There was a reason why Damon had a strict no abduction policy, other than avoiding to draw attention. It also was the reason why he never left the mansion, avoided any and all contact with humans and had James help demons that had problems with the human soul fighting back instead of doing it himself.
He knew he should've asked James for help, too, with his own case, but he couldn't risk coming off as weak. He knew that, while some demons, like Abigore and Finnic, were absolutely trustworthy, others only were as loyal as he was powerful. If they'd ever find out that he had a serious weakness they'd stab him in the back without a second of hesitation.

It was him.
He was still there, had never left, and he was just waiting for the right moment. Elijah.
And this huntress... She was the perfect opportunity.
She'll exorcise you.
"She's a huntress, not a priest. She'd probably just kill me, and you in the process. You'd just be a collateral damage."
Unless I befriend her.
"And if I befriend her?"
She's a hunter, it's her job to hate you. So good luck, asshole.

Frowning hatefully, Damon stared into the bathroom mirror like it would make this conversion any less weird. There was only one thing he could be sure of when it came to Elijah, which was his incredible will to live. He wouldn't do anything that would endanger his own life, which at least eliminated the risk of him exposing Damon's weakness to the rest of the demons, but the arrival of the huntress seemed to have only fueled his rebellion. This was starting to become a real problem already, and he honestly didn't want to imagine where this might lead.

A knock at the door woke him from his brooding. It was Finnic, sounding a little anxious.
"Damon...? Everything okay? Didn't you say you wanted to talk."
Right. He'd said that, two or so hours ago, which he had spent glaring daggers at his reflection, meant for Elijah, here in the bathroom.

Growling some curses under his breath, he unlocked the door, opened it and pulled Finnic into the room by his collar. The guy was half a head taller than him, but he still managed to corner the other demon between the shower cabin and the towel holder, pushing him against the wall with one hand on his chest.
"We can't have a human in here!" Damon's hushed voice almost sounded desperate.
Finnic was staring down at him, face actually a little flushed. "We made sure to cover our tracks, Damon, her people have no chance of finding us."
"Fin!" In his exasperation Damon hit his shoulder with one hand. "I-... Can't have a human in here."
He wasn't sure whether or not Finnic had gotten the message, but at least he nodded, sorrow knitting his eyebrows together. "Okay. Do you want me to get rid of her?"
Damon shook his head. "It's too late for that now. Just punch me in the face if I happen to act off and see if I'll be back to normal afterwards."
Finnic momentarily looked like he was about to object, but lastly just nodded again and gave him a pat on the shoulder.
Normally he was a talker, but he knew when to shut up, a quality Damon really appreciated. The message was clear enough; he had his back.

"Well", Damon sighed as he stepped back to give Finnic some room, and straightened the collar of his leather jacket. "Guess I'll go talk to our huntress. Save me some of Abigore's Coq au Vin, will you?"

Before he headed for the basement, Damon went to his office to get a permanent marker and to the kitchen to retrieve some leftovers from yesterday- lasagna- and a bottle of water. If he wanted to befriend her to make sure she wouldn't exorcise him, he'd have to play nice, after all, at least for now.

Abirgore had by now inforced the basement door with several runes for durability and a lock rune.
Damon quickly scribbled the counterpart, the key rune, on his left wrist and unlocked the door.
Staying on the upper landing for a moment after he had locked the door behind him, Damon eyed the girl in the dark, before he descended the stairs, switched on the light and set the steaming plate of lasagna and the bottle of water down on a dusty table to the left.

"Hold still", he said as he pulled her closer by her shackles to draw the Disillusion rune on the back of her hand.
The basement of a mansion would at least be less scary than the basement of an abandoned plant, he figured.
"It's an illusion. The whole chemical waste thing", he explained briefly. "But this will allow you to see past it. Light switch is over there and I brought you food, in case you're hungry."
Drawing another rune, honestly one completely made up, on her other hand, he gave her a serious look.
"This is a Curse rune. If you leave the mansion, it'll kill you and every blood relative you have instantly. Don't try to wash it off or kill me, Runes can only be removed by the one who drew them."
Another lie, but if it worked...
Now that that was taken care of, his fingers grew into sharp claws for just a moment, which he used to cut the ropes tying her wrists and ankles.
"To be clear, your stay here will be as easy or difficult as you make it."
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kallie



the huntress












Kallie had no idea how long they left her down in the dark basement, alone. Try as she might, though, she couldn't find something to cut her ties. After a while, her eyes adjusted to the dark, but her frustration and her fear only grew the longer she was left alone. She screamed more than once, trying to draw someone's attention. Being down here alone was already getting to her, but if she had someone down here with her, then she could at least have a chance for escape. And why the hell were they in some abandoned factory type thing? Wasn't that an obvious place to hide? Groaning in frustration again at the many questions she had with no answers, she slammed her fists down onto the ground, only succeeding in hurting herself further.

Eventually, Kallie just situated herself against the wall, facing the door and the stairs she'd been brought down. Her eyes burned from the tears that had fallen down her cheeks, and she had no doubt her face was red and puffy, a fact that only made her hate herself in the moment. She knew she shouldn't have given up, or maybe she should have tried to hide. That way, when someone came down the stairs, she could try and surprise them. They would come back downstairs, right? They wouldn't leave her here to die by starvation? These thoughts plagued her mind, up until she heard the sound of the door unlocking.

Freezing in her spot against the wall, Kallie's eyes shot to the door. The light from upstairs was nearly blinding, but it only lasted a second before the door shut and she heard it lock again. Then she heard footsteps, and her heart leapt into her throat. She remained where she was, sitting against the wall, even as the intruder stepped onto the ground level with her. The light switched on and she turned her face away, blinking rapidly to try and adjust to the sudden light. She took in her surroundings, but the sound of the food being set down drew her attention back to him. She recognized him as the guy from earlier, and she'd already depicted him out to be some type of leader.

"Hold still." He told her, pulling her closer by the rope around her wrists. Though she wanted to yank away from him, he was already drawing something she didn't recognize on the back of her hand. When she looked up at him, she noticed immediately that the room around them had changed. "What the hell?" She breathed, forgetting that he still held her wrists. He explained that it was all an illusion, and her eyes landed on him again before they flicked over to the lasagna and the bottle of water. When she felt his finger tracing something on her other hand, she looked down at it as he explained it was a curse rune. She recognized the term, and suddenly wished she'd paid more attention to them.

He further explained the curse rune and her eyes widened, shooting back to him. She missed his fingers growing into claws, but suddenly her binds were gone. She pulled her wrists to her chest, rubbing them as she straightened her back against the wall. "To be clear, if you don't let me go, you and all of your little followers out there are going to die." She snapped back, not making a move for the food or the water. Her stomach grumbled suddenly, betraying her completely, and she closed her eyes as she mentally cursed herself. A moment later, her eyes opened and she sighed, leaning forward to snatch the water off of the table. Twisting off the cap, she lifted the opening to her lips and drank, realizing just how parched she was from the screaming.

Lowering the bottle, half of the water now gone, she sighed and looked around again. "What the hell is this place?"













































♡coded by uxie♡
 
Headaches. Also quite frustrated.
Damon
Blackbriar
  • .
location
mountain mansion
mentions
-
interactions
Elijah, Kallie
tags
apolla apolla
It wasn't that Damon hated humans. In fact, he preferred them to 90% of hell's population anytime and tried to live alongside them as peacefully as he could. Yet, he didn't have much of a choice when it came to cutting the lives of a few of them short in order to ensure the safety of his people. Let's be real, who wouldn't put their family first?
Sure, some of the demons following him wouldn't hesitate to backstab him, but in the end, they all wanted the same thing: to get away from hell.
It was, frankly, hell, after all.
Some were trying to live a more peaceful life, without Lucifer's presence looming over their existence like a dark shadow, others preferred to be powerful CEOs in the human world rather than one of countless lost souls in hell...
And some others again had fallen from grace but couldn't let go of that little spark of light somewhere deep inside them that made them feel like they belonged in neither world, heaven or hell. So they picked the place where wrong and right were oftentimes separated by a blurry line at best.

Damon himself, well, he was one of the first and third kind, although he'd never admit to the latter.
But he had long figured that his angelic heritage was the reason he hadn't absorbed Elijah's soul; because he didn't have this inner black hole like a demon of Lilith's blood line or the all-destroying, rotten soul of a corrupted human. He, as the descendant of a fallen angel, had a tainted, yet intact soul of his own, and while it gave him powers others couldn't channel, it also was a massive weakness.

Oh no, you are as soulless as one could be, you bastard!
Damon sighed soundlessly, but didn't bother to reply. Instead, he smirked at the huntress threatening him and made a golden fire burst from his palm. The flickering light made his steel blue eyes gleam like hot embers as he raised one eyebrow at his unwanted guest.
"I'd like to see them try", he said, actually sounding like the thought was quite entertaining to him, yet with an undertone of cold malice that could've made the temperatures in hell drop noticeably.
He had nothing against humans, again, but hunters were a whole new level of frustrating, with their holier-than-thou attitude. He'd like to see them persecuting people wearing leather jackets; after all, what was the difference, really? They were wearing skin suits, too. His kind was just one position higher in the food chain.

The question she asked him next, however, made most of his frustration subside, and the fire on his palm died out.
For just a moment, his expression softened ever so slightly.
A rebellion, a safe haven, a chance. At least, that's what it was to him.
"Well it's a house, obviously", he commented flatly. "You see, hell isn't exactly the Ritz, so some of us just want to g-t-f out of there. I help them get settled, make sure they lay low and protect them from people like you and your bunch of-"
His eyes narrowed a little when he got up from his position of squatting in front of the girl to lean against the wall next to her with crossed arms. There were a thousand sarcastic comments running through his head, but again... It would be wiser to not speak them out for now.
"Must be great. To be so self-righteous. You're no better than us, and I doubt that if you were to capture one of us, you'd bring them food and water."

He headed back towards the door, but before leaving, he looked back at the huntress with a small frown.
"Eat. Starving yourself won't get you anywhere."
Then he left, and headed right for his bedroom. Elijah had been causing him headaches ever since the huntress had arrived. He just hoped some good night's rest would help...
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kallie



the huntress












Kallie had known she was fucked the moment the demon's hand clasped over her mouth back in the woods. God, that seemed like a lifetime ago already, though she was sure it had only been a couple hours since that fateful moment. Of course, she had no way to verify this, and she doubted they'd kept a play by play on what happened since then. And even if they had, why would they tell her? She was literally the bane of their existence, the woman who hunted them down like the dirty animals they were and put them down in the same breath. With no remorse, either. She had lost track of how many supernatural creatures she'd killed, but for each one, she knew she'd saved at least one human. Whether it be from a vampire's bite or a werewolf's scratch or something worse, she'd helped rid the world of evil.

At least, that's what she'd been taught her whole life. Now she was trapped in a basement of sorts by a demon and his lackies, or at least that's what she'd gathered so far. To be fair, though, she hadn't known it was a basement until just a few seconds ago, when he'd drawn those images on her skin. Runes, he'd called them. She knew of them, but honestly couldn't remember much about them other than the fact that they were dangerous magic. She shivered as she remembered his words about the second one, averting her gaze from him to the water and food he'd brought. Threatening him probably wasn't the smartest thing to do in her situation, as she was far from having the upper hand here. But if that was all she had, then it's what she would go with.

Her eyes flew back to him as he conjured a bright fire in his palm, the flickering flames eating at his skin but simultaneously not touching it. She lifted her gaze to his steely blue eyes, his simple statement causing another chill to run down her spine. "You might regret those words." She hissed, looking away again and snatching the water bottle up. When she asked where they were, the fire in his palm died out. She looked at him out of the corner of her eye, though her face turned towards him when she saw his expression soften. Was she imagining things? But then his flat response had her narrowing her eyes, and any sympathy she felt for him flew out the window. Bristling more with every word he spoke, she was fully prepared to lash out when he suddenly stopped talking, pushing himself to his feet.

She watched his every move, only standing when he leaned against the wall and started talking again. "So I'm supposed to be grateful for the bare necessities that keep me alive? Oh, thank you, for your hospitality." She tightened her grip on the mostly empty water bottle, though her eyes widened when he suddenly started towards the stairs again. "Where are you going?" She started after him, but he was faster than she was, and the door slammed shut. She screamed in frustration, chucking the water bottle at the door. It rolled off the stairs, landing on the floor somewhere, but she couldn't bring herself to move. "Open the damn door!" She moved closer again, slamming her fists onto it repeatedly, only succeeding in hurting her hand.

"Bastard!" She screamed again, turning around and plopping down onto the top step. The lasagna came into her line of vision again, and she heard her stomach grumble, but she couldn't bring herself to move yet. Hanging her head, she reached up and ran her fingers through her hair. At least he'd left the light on. With a heavy sigh, she eventually stood up and walked back down the steps, looking around the room. There were no windows, nothing she could get out of. But that didn't mean she couldn't find a weapon of sorts in here. It wouldn't be her bow, but something was better than nothing. Ignoring the food for now, she started moving around the room. There was an old wooden chair she could break, but what good was a wooden stake against a demon?

After a while of exploring, she stumbled upon an old mirror. It was small, but still, could work. She glanced up at the door before she moved towards it, knocking it onto the ground. The sound of splintering glass filled her ears and she moved the mirror, finding the largest piece she could hold. She didn't have much of a choice, so she removed her jacket and tore the sleeve, wrapping some of the fabric around one side of the glass shard. She found an old container of sorts, small but heavy enough to be thrown. She threw it at the single lightbulb in the room, shattering it and encasing the room in darkness once more. And with one last look at the door, she moved to a hiding position under the stairs, waiting to see if someone would come investigate the noise.













































♡coded by uxie♡
 
Excited. And so damn anxious.
Damon
Blackbriar?
  • .
location
mountain mansion
mentions
-
interactions
Amara, Kallie
tags
apolla apolla
The commotion down in the basement did not go unnoticed, of course. The hunk from earlier, Emmett, frowned as he heard something shattering down there. He wasn't dumb enough to go investigate it, though, after all, they all knew that she was a huntress and for sure would come with a plan to try and escape. No, he'd have someone else go see what was going on and not leave his post here at the door, in case she'd try to run.

Amara, another demon, passed by just then, as if on cue.
"Ama!", he called and waved her over. "Hey, could you go tell Damon that something's going on down there?"
She raised one eyebrow at him quizzically, giving him a once over, and only then did the demon realize just how much his last sentence could've been misunderstood.
"Oh", he chucked, crossing his arms with a wide grin. "I meant the basement, but we for sure can-"
"Shut up, Emmet", she interrupted him before he could make any suggestive comment, rolled her eyes and hurried off towards Damon's suite.

Her knocking on the door woke him from what felt like an eternity of sleep. Momentarily, his eyes widened to the site of saucers as he sat up, running one hand through his hair before he caught on and jumped into some jeans and a simple Henley shirt. Barefoot, he hurried across the room and threw the door open a little too hastily.
A bang on the other side made him flinch, but when he faced the demon irritatedly rubbing her red forehead, he looked as stone cold and collected as ever.
"Amara", he said, and his voice deepened towards the end of her name and gained a frustrated undertone. "What gives? I was trying to get some sleep, you know?" "I know", she grumbled. "But Emmett asked me to tell you that something's going on 'down there'."
His expression was just as taken aback as hers had been five minutes ago.
"In the basement", she added with a chuckle.
"Ah."

Ah! The huntress! As realization struck him, his eyes widened and he immediately pushed past Amara to hurry down the hallways and stairs towards the basement. He couldn't be sure how long this would last and if he'd ever get this chance again, but if someone could help him, it was her, he was sure. That, and, actually interacting with a human for the first time in so long... The thought made every inch of his soul tingle with excitement.

"What happened?", he demanded an explanation from Emmett, who seemed a little startled by him basically jumping into his face. "I heard something shattering, so she might be armed with glass or something. Didn't wanna go investigate and leave the door unwatched. Plus, you said you wanted to take care of her personally, so I figured-"
"It's fine, big guy.", he interrupted the man towering over him and pushed past the demon to unlock the door.

Yep, it was dark.

Probably the first clear sign that something was off was the fact that he slumped back against the door with a shuddering sigh as soon as it had closed behind him and momentarily closed his eyes like he needed to get a grip on himself.
He could've conjured a fire like before to light his way, but didn't. That, and the way he seemed to be quite insecure in his movements while carefully walking down the stairs just seemed so untypical for this demon.
His entire posture had changed the minute the other demons weren't able to see him, from the regal way that Damon usually carried himself to something that looked so... Human.
He reached up to ruffle the stiffness out of his long, black hair, causing to frame his face in soft waves instead of being stuck in the slicked back style the demon usually preferred, and lastly lifted both hands to the height of his chest, palms facing forward.
But damn, seeing something in this darkness was everything but easy.

"...Huntress?", he whispered into the darkness and once again anxiously eyed the basement door above. "...Please don't try to kill me...? I'm Elijah, Damon's asleep right now. Please, I need your help..."
Still barefoot, he overlooked the shards on the ground and stepped right into one.
"Argh, shit-!", he hissed as one dug into his foot and he stumbled back to sit on the stairs, trying to see the damage the glass had done to him.
"... Glass?", he asked into the darkness. "Way to improvise a weapon, but I doubt it'd do more to these monsters than tickle a little... You haven't seen a fist aid kit down here, by any chance?"
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kallie



the huntress












Time stretched on as Kallie crouched in her hiding spot. The seconds turned into minutes, and even those seemed to stretch on for hours. She doubted it really had been that long since she made a weapon, broke the light and started hiding, but it certainly felt like it. By the time she heard the door being opened, her body hummed with excitement and her knees were burning from being stuck in that one position. Her head moved a fraction of an inch, tilting back to look up at the part of the stairs she could see. She didn't know if it would be the same guy from before, or one of the lackeys, but either way she was ready for them. She gripped her glass weapon tighter in her hands, trying to calm her racing heart and keep her breathing even.

She heard a thump as the door shut and quirked a brow in that direction, but didn't think much more of it. He started moving down the stairs, and Kallie got ready to move so she could strike. Pushing herself up to a standing position, but something caught her attention as the demon moved further down into the basement. She couldn't see him, but she didn't recognize his footsteps. Was this yet another demon? A different one, one she hadn't met yet? But it didn't matter, because either way, all she needed was to take him off guard so she could flee.

When he whispered her name, or her title rather, her eyes widened in shock. She recognized his voice, but something was definitely... off. She heard him speaking again, begging her not to try and kill him. Elijah? Who the hell was Elijah? She took half a step out from her hiding place, trying to make out his form in the darkness. When he stepped onto a shard of glass and cursed, she automatically took a step back as he slumped back onto the bottom step. She still hadn't made a sound, hadn't moved past that single half step. But then he asked about a first aid kit, and her confusion only grew.

"I don't need to kill them right now." She finally said, moving out of her hiding place to approach him in the darkness, her weapon still gripped tightly in her hand. "My bow is long gone, as are my other weapons. I just need to get the hell out of here." She could make out his form now, but it was still too dark to clearly see him. She was quiet for a few more seconds before she suddenly reached out, using the darkness to her advantage and gripping his hair, yanking his head to the side. Pressing her weapon to his neck, she wrinkled her nose. "Tell me now why I shouldn't do it, demon."













































♡coded by uxie♡
 
Excited. And so damn anxious.
Elijah
Aspen
  • .
location
mountain mansion
mentions
-
interactions
Kallie
tags
apolla apolla
He wasn't really sure what he had expected her reaction to be, but in hindsight, just walking down into the basement like that probably hadn't been the smartest move.
He could feel how the throbbing pain in his foot momentarily made Damon's consciousness stir in its slumber, and prayed to God that he wasn't going to wake up now. If the demon was ever to find out that he had managed to find a way to take control, at least for a while, he'd for sure get rid of him once and for all. He had to lay low if he wanted to put his newfound, little piece of freedom to good use. This was his only chance; it was kill or be killed.

The huntress seemed to know that just as well, as suddenly, she was next to him and digging her fingers into his hair to yank his head to the side. He winced, pressing his eyes shut as he anxiously waited for Damon's soul to regain consciousness, awoken by this girl who had just, without knowing it, destroyed his one and only chance to get out of here alive.

... But nothing happened.

He breathed a long sigh of relief, but now, with the adrenaline wearing off, the pain from her pulling his hair really sunk in.
Almost automatically, his hand flew up and he lightly wrapped his fingers around hers, hoping that he wouldn't appear threatening to her this way. His breath was shallow as he squinted at her other hand, pressing the shard against his neck.
"Because if you do this, you'll kill a human", he spoke softly, yet unable to hide the little quiver in his voice. Finally, he opened his eyes and looked up into hers, though it was too dark to see much more than the reflection of what little light came in through the small gap between the door and the floor.

Slowly, he lifted his free hand to carefully push her makeshift weapon a couple of inches away from his neck.
"Damon. He's of Lucifer's blood. Angel's blood. He has a soul, so he wasn't able to absorb mine. I'm still in here, trapped with him."
He swallowed nervously before he continued to explain.
"That shard won't kill him, he'll just need a new vessel to possess. But it'll kill me, so please- I'm not Damon playing games, I'm Elijah. Elijah Aspen."
No matter how critical this situation was, though... Speaking out his name, introducing himself to someone for the first time in six years...
It felt so unbelievably good. Liberating.

Very, very slowly, he lowered the hand he had been holding hers with to pull something small from the pocket of his jeans and held it out to the huntress.
"There should be candles somewhere here", he explained, implying that what he was offering to her was a lighter. Damon carried it around in case he'd need fire while being surrounded by people and thus unable to just leisurely conjure a flame from thin air without possibly drawing the attention of hunters.
"Listen, I want to get out of here as much as you do, but I'd like to survive it, too. So what about we come up with a plan together? You help me get rid of Damon and I'll help you escape. ...Okay?"
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kallie



the huntress












Kallie wasn't helpless, much as the demon might think she was. Locking her in a basement was clever, but the girl was innovative and had been training her whole life for scenarios like this. Granted, not this exact one, but getting captured was never off the table in her line of work. The fact that she might never escape or be found had crossed her mind, filling her stomach with a sick sense of dread, but she knew she had to at least try and remain positive. If she gave up now, she'd be giving up on everything she'd ever been taught and everything she stood for, and that was not who she was. Kallista Reed did not give up.

Her eyes had adjusted to the darkness some, enough that she trusted herself to suddenly reach out and grip the demon by the hair. Yanking his head to the side, she dug her makeshift weapon into his neck. He didn't make a sound, and she couldn't see his facial features to know what was going on. But she could read his body language, and he'd stiffened, as if waiting for the shoe to drop. Which she didn't blame him for. What she was not expecting, though, was for him to breathe a sudden sigh of relief. She tensed herself when she felt his fingers wrap around her wrist, and she dug the shard in deeper, not cutting skin yet but almost.

"Because if you do this, you'll kill a human."

The words took a moment to sink in, but the unmistakable quiver in his voice was so unlike the demon from before that her eyes widened in shock. His eyes reopened and she could see the whites of them as he looked in her direction. "What did you say?" She whispered, allowing him to push her weapon away from his neck. She dropped her hand and moved backwards, listening to his explanation. It sounded insane, but in her line of work, insanity was the new normal. He went on to introduce himself, and her confusion only grew. "Elijah Aspen." She repeated, rolling the name over her tongue as though the words were foreign to her.

He moved, slowly, but still it was enough to pull her attention away from his face. He was offering her something. She looked back up at him before she reached out to take it, realizing as she turned it over in her hands that it was a lighter. Candles! She remembered seeing those! But where? She stepped further away from him, not turning her back on him until she reached the box on the bookshelf that held candles. Flicking the flame to life, she lit two, turning back to him but not offering him one. Not yet. "Alright, Elijah Aspen. What the hell is going on here?" She repeated his earlier words in her mind, trying to understand.

"This is your body, then?" She asked suddenly, stepping closer, holding the candles up so she could see him better. She noticed now how different he looked as well, with his hair not slicked back but hanging loose around his face. Even his eyes looked different, though maybe that was the light playing tricks on her. "Not his body?" She hesitated still before she finally held out a candle to him. "If you're playing me, I will end you now." She warned him, keeping the lighter as well for now. "How the hell are we supposed to get out of here? Can we just walk out of the front door?"













































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