#krovs second war

[witchysethharper]

Scavenger Hunt

Of course things couldn’t be easy. Seth heard the message echo in his mind and felt a sense of both dread and relief. Find the councilmen items. It was the first hint he had in the last few days since waking up in the past on how to stop this magic. Luckily, he knew who most of the councilman were around here, even if i he didn’t know them all personally. If these items were to be used in a spell, they’d surely give off some sort of vibe to magic users, wouldn’t they? 

The only problem now was getting to them before someone else looking to fuck up the timeline got them. And there were plenty of those types here in Krovs not happy with their situations. 

He’d spent the past few days figuring out how to blend in and convince the majority of vampires that he was an ally of theirs. Not many believed him initially since many witches chose “Team Fae,” but it’d do to keep him alive. He roamed through the grounds at night, a small flame in his palm to help light the way. Boy, he missed his cell phone flashlight. Seth closed his eyes and extended his magical reach with an invisible pulse of energy, hoping to feel something within his vicinity that might indicate a magic item nearby. The sound of footsteps crunching in the snow quickly broke his focus and he whipped around, the flame in his hand grew in response to a potential threat. 

“Well, this is slightly unexpected,” he said, unable to resist a small smirk at the familiar face. 

@andreiperez | @heinricus-rex

[nottheangel-raphael]

The Aftermath || Raph & Heinrich

The war had finally ended and they’d won again. Naturally. Raphael hadn’t been as involved in the previous war as he had this one. He wasn’t one to join those charging in the battlefield, much preferring to use his special set of skills behind the scenes, supplying his allies with weaponry and information he’d gathered. Now that the fighting stopped, he wondered if any other species would be bold enough to try the same thing the faeries had. With the vote on what to do with Castle Athizia coming up, his suspicions had him leaning one way. Perhaps he ought to seek out some of the other council – both new and old – for their opinions on the matter. He so enjoyed an engaging discussion. 

Speak of the devil, here came the German councilman himself. He always seemed pretty well spoken and wise to Raph, in addition to being quite the fighter. “Ah, Heinrich,” he said as he strode over to meet him, holding out his hand in greeting. “Good to see you again. Do you know by chance if there’s been any traction in the council vote on the castle yet?” 

@heinricus-rex

[familiar-finn]

Finder’s Keepers || Finn & Charlie

Finn had managed to narrowly escape becoming some freak’s lab rat. Thank god he still had enough strength to persuade some guard to set him free. He’d immediately pinned the man to the ground and feasted off his soul and entire life energy to recharge himself. 

He walked through the village with his cloak’s hood up, wanting to attract as little attention as he could. He’d forgone glamouring himself to spare his still low energy from whatever the witches had done and hid his most obvious tail under his bloodied clothing. No longer in immediate peril as he approached the edge of the village, the demon started to crack. Faust was dead. He’d never expected to lose him, not like this. Not to Lovell. They would have been back in Europe by now, celebrating the small victory of ridding the earth of that monster. 

Now he just felt empty. Alone. Numb. He’d spent 500 years completely entwined physically, emotionally, and spiritually with the love of his life and that’d all been ripped away in a nanosecond. Fuck, he should have been there with him like he’d fucking promised. 

A noise immediately caught the familiar’s attention, his eyes turning black and blue as he prepared himself for a potential fight. What he saw was completely unexpected and Finn blinked in surprise, slowly lowering his hood as he approached the small creature. It looked like a dragon, though very young still. Had to be a baby or a few years old by the size. He crouched down, offering out a clawed hand towards Charlie, a bit of warmth showing in his icy blue eyes. “Hello, little one,” he cooed softly, “Are you lost too?” 

@thecharleswilson

[noblenikolas]

@familiar-finn​

Lovell could never keep quiet about his victories, and this one was no different. It kind of made Nikolas a bit jealous. But he’d never admit that. The man had managed to kill Faust. Nikolas had heard the name of both the deceased and his family. Though he didn’t do dealings with them really. Still, it was Finn he was focused on. He would have loved to kill Faust just to see the boy’s devastation. The boy had tried to kill him a few times, failing with each attempt. Now he was in the cells of the castle. 

Making his way down, the vampire made sure to take slow, heavy steps. To warn the boy of his approach. “Faust the witch is falling down, falling down, falling down. Faust the witch is falling down, poor, poor, poor little Finn.” He appeared at the bars as he finished the spinoff the song. “Look at you. Not the way I would have put you down, but it’ll work. I’ll have to send Lovell a thank you gift.” 

[witchysethharper]

Axe Me || Seth & Shade

Seth wasn’t sure if he was relieved or not knowing he’d found one of the wrong items for this spell thing. At least now he could return Hemi’s axe like it’d never even been stolen. Except...it had. And surely Hemi would be looking for it. He’d seen the ghoul use that axe in battle before and if it was enough to become a magical item, then it must have held some high value to the councilman. Now how the fuck was he supposed to sneak this giant ass axe back in Hemi’s shit without getting caught? Stealing it in the first place had been difficult enough. Maybe he could drop it in what he hoped was Hemi’s suite in the 19th century. 

As the witch walked back into the slightly warmer castle, dragging the axe with him, he saw a familiar face he could not have been happier to see at that moment. “Shade?” As he drew closer, Seth’s whole face lit up, eyes wide at the human’s unshaven state. It...was not a bad look at all in his opinion. Hell, he’d completely forgotten what he was doing. “Dude, where the fuck have you been? I’ve been lookin’ for you. You all right?” he asked, looking Shade over for any physical signs of injury. “You know, you look pretty good like that...”

@shadedempsey​

[nottheangel-raphael]

Caught Red Handed

The war had finally ended and they’d won again. Naturally. Raphael hadn’t been as involved in the previous war as he had this one. He wasn’t one to join those charging in the battlefield, much preferring to use his special set of skills behind the scenes, supplying his allies with weaponry and information he’d gathered. Now that the fighting stopped, he wondered if any other species would be bold enough to try the same thing the faeries had. With the vote on what to do with Castle Athizia coming up, his suspicions had him leaning one way. He wondered how many would agree with him when the time came. 

The discussion at hand set off a series of meetings amongst the council members, sharing opinions on the matter. With so many leaders, they could run for hours. It was evening when he finally retired to his room, debating if he should search for a meal before resting. When he entered his suite, he stopped, finding a young face he’d never seen before standing before him. The other didn’t smell like his kind at all and Raph’s upper lip curled in a snarl at the intruder, eyes shifting to red irises against jet black. 

“You’d better have a damn good reason for why you’re in my room.” 

@thenekosimon

[nottheangel-raphael]

Caged Bird || Raph & Aleixo

Now that the war had ended, Raphael took this as the perfect chance to gloat. He honestly wondered what went through the minds of those who fought against the vampires. Had they not learned from the first war how much of a mistake that had been? Perhaps he could take one of the prisoners home with him to Italy and make an example out of them...

As he rounded the corner and down the stairs into the dungeon, the ghoul’s dark eyes lit up with glee spotting a familiar face. Despite not being an active soldier himself, Raph knew that phoenix behind bars rather well. Oh, he’d so enjoy tormenting this one, maybe breaking him until there was nothing left. He would make the perfect pet to serve as a model for any other future brave souls thinking of rebelling. 

“Hello, pretty bird,” the new councilman all but purred, gripping the bars as he peered in the cell at Aleixo. His lips curled into a smile that was anything but sweet. “Look at you, sitting in a cage right where you belong.” 

@aleixopallis

[familiar-finn]

Prison Break || Finn & Ben

Once Lovell and his goons had left him with only a single guard, Finn only had to wait. Whatever the varcolac’s witch squad had done left him drained with little to no power. He couldn’t even glamour himself at this point. Exhausted, weakened, and heartbroken, he allowed himself a brief rest to recover just enough energy for his escape plan. 

With one guard close to his cell, he captured his attention and made eye contact. “Come closer,” he instructed, slipping his persuasive powers into his voice. Hypnotized, the guard did as he was told. "Open the door.” In seconds, he heard the click of the lock and the door swung open with a creak. “Good boy. Now stay quiet.” Finn’s upper lip curled in a snarl, his eyes turning black and blue once more. He pounced with one hand immediately wrapping around the guard’s throat, pinning him down on the ground as he sealed their lips together in a kiss. He drank, sucking up every ounce of this man’s soul until all he left behind was a withered husk. 

The demon wiped his mouth with the back of his hand as he stood, feeling energized. It wasn’t nearly enough to get him back to full power, but it’d do the job to get him back to the coven in one piece. Finn only had to get out of this godforsaken village and then he could lose his composure in peace. He stole the corpse’s cloak to cover his bloodied clothing, not at all wanting to attract attention. He had a feeling most might recognize him from his involvement in battles against the vampires here. Flipping the hood up over his head as he peered out the police station, he easily snuck out onto the corridor and headed for the nearest way out. Now all he had to do was not get caught. 

@benjamin-redfield