Devil's trap on my soul

Callum was one of the lucky demons who managed to sneak out of hell a few years before the apocalypse took place. However, luck didn’t stay on his side for long: he pissed off the wrong witch and ended up trapped in a human body with a devil’s trap magically engraved in his meat suit, making it impossible for him to leave the body (or be exorcised). In order to get rid of the curse Callum was forced to work for the witch and during this time he learned to hate her from the bottom of his black heart. When the apocalypse destroyed a whole lot of mankind Callum had one problem less to think about: the witch was killed in the aftermath -but her curse remained. After trying out dozens of magic spells with no effect whatsoever he gave up on the idea of ever leaving his meat suit again and took great effort in hiding this weakness from others. With a new and chaotic world ahead of him, Callum is attracted by the power and safety Lucifer provides and happily joined his ranks. Callum became a security guard in one of the safe zones the humans are held in and now takes pride in being on the winning team for once in his life. ~*~ This is an RP-blog for When Lightning Strikes RPG. ~*~

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Of mice and demon || Callum, Ric and Josh

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It took him a moment to clear his head enough to follow the happenings again and when he did, he found Josh continuing on the exorcism while the demon looked to be in serious pain. Heh, this was going exactly as they would have planned it—

Except for when the demon suddenly played against the rules and lifted Josh to throw him against one of the stones surrounding them. Josh didn’t get up, didn’t move, and Alaric felt panic creep up his throat. If he was lucky, and he was praying that he—both of them were—Josh was only pretending to be knocked out, but somehow he doubted it. He grimaced, about to start talking again, when the demon threatened to snap Josh’s neck and Alaric immediately fell silent.

Okay, so the thing wanted to talk. That was cool, he could do that. Talk to it, distract him from Josh, hope his friend would wake up soon to help him—

Alaric took a step toward the demon, hands raised defensively.

“Okay, stop that, I’ll talk. You said you want to talk, I’m talking—about what?”

He took another slow step toward the demon, thoughts racing. Since when were they out to talk? He’d met and fought so many of them, all you usually had to worry about was how to distract them long enough. Okay, sometimes you talked to do that, but this—

And Josh still wasn’t moving…

Okay, he needed to focus.

Alaric straightened as best as he could, gaze locked on the demon’s face. “What do you want?”

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Callums head was still hurting like hell and he knew that it was a risk to try to talk to a hunter with an open exorcism hanging in the air. But it seemed the tables had turned now that he had a hostage. How predictable. He tried once again to clear his head and straightened up, trying for a patient facade as he stepped closer to the man in front of him.

He took his time to take in the state the hunter was in and by the way blood was running from his temples he liked what he saw. The guy was probably not feeling better than himself now. Cal grinned once more before he stopped about five meters away from the other man.

“A hunter with common sense? Wow, that’s a new one. You wouldn’t believe me how many were too stupid to talk to and therefore...” He grinned. “...lost their lives. Tell me the truth or else...”

Callum looked at the other hunter again who lay unconscious on the ground, he didn’t need to raise his arm to get his point through and once again turned to the man in front of him.

“What is that lightning I saw a few days ago? Is it a witch that performs spells like these? An angel? Talk. NOW.”

The damn exorcism was getting on his nerves, he had to kill the guy fast after he had his answers. It had been a while since he had humans trying to exorcise him. At least for more than two words before snapping their necks. The info had better be good. That power drew him like a moth to the flame. He had to know who it belonged to.

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“The little things” - Danny Elfman 

Every single day Things get in my way Someone has to pay For the Little Things

Let the headlines wait Armies hesitate I can deal with fate But not the Little Things

“Last of the Wilds” - Nightwish (instrumental)

“Cold” - Static X

“The Millenium Earl” - D.Gray-Man OST 1(instrumental)

“When you’re evil” – Voltaire

And it’s so easy when you’re evil This is the life, you see The Devil tips his hat to me I do it all because I’m evil And I do it all for free Your tears are all the pay I’ll ever need

I’m the fear that keeps you waked I’m the shadows on the wall I’m the monsters they become I’m the nightmare in your skull I’m a dagger in your back And extra turn upon the rack I’m the quivering of your heart A stabbing pain, a sudden start

I pledge my allegiance to all things dark And I promise on my damned soul To do as I am told, Lord Beelzebub Has never seen a soldier quite like me Not only does his job, but does it happily

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Of mice and demon || Callum, Ric and Josh

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His head was still ringing, blood running down the side of his face where it had met the tree stump, but Alaric pushed it aside as he continued to rattle through the exorcism. Thank God he knew the text by heart, he didn’t even have to concentrate on it anymore, the words kept coming automatically, while he watched the demon closely, paying attention to each and every gesture of it.

Next to him, Josh started talking, taunting the demon, in an attempt to distract it. Alaric allowed a small smile to briefly play at his lips as his thoughts flashed back to the past. To the months he had spent with Josh and his partner, Qhuinn, walking through Mystic Falls as they tried to find his friends and cleaned the town from as many creatures as they could. He’d learned a lot about hunting back then, mostly that there were different kinds of basically everything and that what would kill one breed of vampire was pretty much useless against the next.

And that you should never ever allow yourself to get distracted if you fought a demon. One second, just one—and the thing acted. A shadow flew up from the ground and Alaric could just barely avoid having his face greet yet another part of a tree as a branch as thick as his arm was thrown at him. He brought up said arm to shield his face and dodged to the side, but he wasn’t fast enough, part of the branch managed to strike his temple, stunning him. He grunted, couldn’t hold back a pained groan when his already hurting head protested sharply against it and for a second he couldn’t remember where to pick up the exorcism again.

Dazed, he swayed, then caught his balance again, blinking at the scene in front of him. The demon was laughing at them, taunting them again. Alaric caught the last of his words and snorted. Yeah, right, a demon that just wanted to talk. Nice try, asshole.

“We’re not interested in what you have to say,” he said, then took a deep breath to clear his head and went back to the exorcism. It wouldn’t take long now, just a few more lines…

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The demon used his telekinesis again to knock Ric back with a thick branch, although Ric barely managed to dodge it. Barely. Josh winced slightly when he saw it hitting Rics head. The bleeding started immediatley but at least he managed to stay on his feet.

He had to act fast now!

Josh was thankful for Rics distraction because he –just like Ric- picked up the exorcism where they left it hanging and seeing the demon blink a few times Josh knew that he must be in pain now. That’s right! Take this, bastard!

He was set on finishing the exorcism and nearly succeeded when he suddenly felt an invisible force grabbing him. Looking up, he saw the demon snarling furiously and obviously in pain and the last thing he felt before he lost consciousness was a sharp pain in his head and back…

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“Stop the exorcism now or he’ll die!”

Callum growled low in his throat and stared Ric in the eyes. His head was hurting like a bitch now and his eyes glazed black as he used his telekinesis to lift the hunter, who was closing in on him, a few meters off the ground and throw him backwards forcefully. The hunter hit his head on a rock as he hit the ground and lay still.  

“One more word and I’ll snap his neck. Your choice.”

For theatrics he held out his right hand in the direction the unconscious hunter lay and made as if he clenched his fist, showing slight marks on the other hunters throat. He looked expectantly at the bleeding man in front of him and waited for his surrender.

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Of mice and demon || Callum, Ric and Josh

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One moment he was pointing his crossbow at the trees close to them, the next he was airborne, crashing face-first into something unbelievably hard that knocked the air out of lungs. Dazed, Alaric slid to the ground, crumbling into the snow at the foot of the tree he’d been thrown against. Behind him, someone was talking—male voice, he dimly realized—but everything else was lost for a moment as he fought to clear his head.

Their attacker was still talking –Shakespeare? Seriously? Just how hard had he hit his head?—and once his sight cleared enough he could see Josh already moving, fumbling for something in his backpack. Alaric wanted to call out to him, to tell him that he shouldn’t waste his time looking for a weapon when someone was obviously using magic against them, but before he could open his mouth, the backpack and his crossbow went flying, well out of reach now. A shadow started moving and stepped into his line of sight. No doubt the owner of the voice he had heard—and then his eyes flashed back and Alaric could barely hold back a groan.

Demon.

Of course. It was always demons these days. Sometimes he wished for a goddamn vampire to attack him, just for varieties’ sake, but here they were, once again facing a black-eyed person. At least they could stop trying to go for their weapons now, there was only one thing that helped against them. Even though the demon had got the drop on them, the chances were good that they would get out of this if they played it smart.

It took him a moment to get to his feet and keep upright without swaying too much, but he didn’t need to see the demon to start the exorcism, he only needed to be loud enough for the words to be heard. Trusting Josh to distract the demon long enough, he started reciting the spell that would hopefully save their asses.

“Exorcizamus te, omnis immunde spiritus,..”

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When he saw Ric pointing his crossbow at the trees close to them, he cursed inwardly. He had been so distracted by the other man that he hadn’t kept an eye on his surroundings! Stupid, Josh! The next thing he saw was Ric being thrown face-first into a tree.

No! Demon.

He tried to grab the holy water out of his backpack as he was lifted into the air and telekinetically thrown a few meters away. Ignoring the rocks and branches that were sticking through the snow and in his back, Josh groaned painfully and out of the corner of his eye he saw Ric getting to his feet –thank god, he was okay-  and heard him start a loud recitation of the exorcism Josh had once taught him.

Okay, so I’ll distract it then.

Memories of a few years past welled up in his mind when both men had been on a hunt together killing some demons. Ric had always been the one to recite the exorcism because Qhuinn and Josh had more experience fighting demons and distracting them.

Josh pushed the memories aside, got up from the ground and frowned when he realized the smartass demon was reciting Shakespeare.

Keep him talking, Josh. Piss him off so he leaves Ric alone.

“Wow, a well-read demon. I’ll bet you’ve been the teacher’s pet then?”

Josh tried for an arrogant smirk and started to slowly approach the demon.

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Callum sighed. He couldn’t believe his bad luck. Of all the goddamn town inhabitants, he got his hands on a hunter.

Damn! Did every single human on this goddamn planet know how to exorcise??

He growled at the first guy who began the reciting. It would be so easy to just kill both of them, break their necks or jaws and have them silenced forever but he wanted answers and needed at least one of them able to speak.

He lifted a heavy branch from the floor with his powers and threw it at the exorcism guy, hoping to interrupt the magic and all the while ignoring the name-calling the other guy obviously was hoping to distract him wit. Always the same tactics with hunters!

The first signs of an attempted exorcism were always headaches. When he’d heard the first few words he felt the constantly increasing throbbing of his temples. Cal tried in vain to clear his head and to focus and not let the men see his distress.

Wait- What did that guy just say? Teacher’s pet?

“Oh, come on.. I’ve heard much better insults.”

He snorted and rolled his eyes -obviously bored- and turned around to look at the man trying to come closer.

“What now? Trying to get closer to me to engage in hand-to-hand combat? With a demon? Are you stupid?”

Callum chuckled and stared at both men, not hiding his amusement.

“What if I told you I just... “ He grinned cheekily. “...wanted to.. talk?”

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this is it, the apocalypse | abaddon and callum

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Ah. So he did know her. Abaddon could tell by the way his eyes flashed black once again, and his whole demeanor seemed to change along with it. She attempted to hide a knowing grin as she crossed her arms over her chest and listened to him speak, all the while noting in the back of her head that pulling the ‘power’ card still worked, even in the middle of an apocalypse. With demons, at least. It didn’t work so well on other species, but that didn’t matter. She could just slash themto bits.

His question snapped her back to attention, and she silently ran through everything he’d just said. Callum had more of a plan than she did, that was for sure. And after his quick run down, she nodded her head, not as an answer — not yet — but simply to show that she understood everything he’d told her. Capturing one of the inhabitants seemed to be the best way to get the information they needed, and with groups coming out in search of supplies pretty regularly, it wouldn’t be long until they could put this plan into action.

And while Abaddon was completely turned off by the idea of working with someone else, if she had to work alongside someone for a period of time, Callum seemed to be the best choice. He wasn’t actively trying to kill her, not for now at least, seeming her name and status in Hell had instilled enough respect in him for her to not have to worry about wielding a knife around him all the time. She stayed silent for a moment or so after he’d asked her if she wanted to join him in his quest, but nodded once to show that she’d tag along.

“I’d like to join you, yes.” She finally answered him, turning to look at the outline of Tofte for another short moment. The two of them had been unable to get in thus far, but with their combined skills and effort, the angel had the feeling that wouldn’t be the case much longer. “You’ll get the job done faster with two people.”

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While silently observing Abaddon in front of him, Callum had to suppress a triumphant grin. This was going well. He just had to stay useful for Abaddon so that she wouldn’t try to kill him in the near future.

And staying useful he did.

It wasn’t difficult to observe Tofte and its inhabitants until they finally got lucky and found three men fishing at the nearby lake. Two of them didn’t last long under torture and knew nothing new but the third man.. that had been a thrill. Seeing Abaddon “work” on the man and putting that together with his own fondness for torture, it was exhilarating! The guy had been withstanding quite some time but in the end.. even he had to give in to the pain. And no useful information whatsoever. What a drag.

He looked at the three twisted and torn corpses on the ground, licking a few drops of blood from his fingers where he had been sprayed with blood in their conversation. Turning around, Cal grinned at Abaddon, letting his eyes once again glaze over with black, bloodlust shining clearly in them.

“Too bad they didn’t know anything.”

He chuckled.

“Should we leave a present at the gates? Perhaps someone will come to greet us. Someone with more information on how to enter.”

Thinking for a moment, he negated his own question.

“If we want to get into town I guess we should.. play nice or something?”

Throwing their bodies in the lake would be the best idea. He nodded to himself and looked expectantly at Abaddon, waiting for her answer.

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Of mice and demon || Callum, Ric and Josh

Oh he was so lucky! Two guys walking near the outskirts of town and- the best thing he could have hoped for- they seemed to be lost in conversation without paying much attention to their surroundings. He would finally get some answers to his questions. Callum followed the two men for a few steps, before he decided to act.

“Who is there?”

Callum couldn’t hold back a laugh. As if the man would get an answer to that stupid question. Tsk. Who had taught humans to talk first and shoot later? Famous last words, lad. He saw the -hunter?- bring up his crossbow, pointing it at the trees near his hide-out.

Using his telekinesis, Callum first knocked the crossbow from the man’s hands and then threw him forcefully against a tree trunk. The other guy looked shocked for just a second and then hastily tried to get something out of his backpack. Cal chuckled and knocked him off his feet and a few meters away. The next thing both men saw were the backpack and crossbow flying out of sight behind the trees.

Loosers.

“What's in a name?” He drawled, walking closer. “That which you call a demon, by any other name would be just as deadly…”

Callum stepped around the tree to show himself, his eyes flashing black as his lips spread into a smirk.

“Shakespeare. Only better…”

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this is it, the apocalypse | abaddon and callum

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“Oh, of course.” She returned with a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes and an unamused quirk of her eyebrow. “But, dear heart, time has taught me that manners are simply a waste of time.”

She concluded her sentence by tilting her head, grin still in place, though it quickly transformed into a tight-lipped grimace when Callum referred to Tofte. Ah, so he knew about it too, then. She couldn’t imagine that there weren’t many that weren’t aware of the enigmatic town. And even though Abaddon hadn’t technically worked with anyone since the Host, she couldn’t help but feel that maybe, just maybe, the two of them would be better off teaming up in order to figure out a way to get into the town.

She wouldn’t bring that up just yet, though. She still had to gauge him, to read him and see what he was all about. Even though the fallen angel was more than confident in her capabilities to take him on if he tried to attack her, there was always a chance that he would be able to catch her off-guard. Abaddon didn’t want to take that risk. And so she pursed her lips, offering him another small smile and discreetly slipping her knife back into its holster at her thigh – although her hand continuously hovered near it, perching itself on her hip. “Callum Farris, hmm? Well then.” She chuckled to herself, though her words held no humor behind them.

“My name is Abaddon.” The woman explained no further. Having been a Knight of Hell, one of Lucifer’s own, and one of the Fallen, most in Hell had heard of her. If he hadn’t, then that was on him, not her. Abaddon hated explaining herself to those she’d known for centuries, let alone those she’d only known for a few minutes. But before he could ask any questions, she continued with a wide grin and a light shrug of her shoulders. “And I do believe we have more in common than simply our race, Callum.”

She gestured towards the direction of the town for a quick moment before her eyes went back to the stranger standing in front of her. Abaddon didn’t trust him, not yet, not enough to take her eyes off of him for more than a second. Demons weren’t to be trusted to begin with, but with the apocalypse having hit, they were even worse. “For I’m trying to figure out a way into the town, as well.” And… dare she ask? Would he give her an answer? “Have you had any luck?”

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“My name is Abaddon.” The words still echoed through his mind as realisation hit him. He had heard that name before. About 150 years ago? Or earlier? And just recently her name had been mentioned together with “Lucifer”.. His eyes flashed black with excitement. He hadn’t met a lot of hells VIPs in the last few years and his spirits lifted.

Abaddon. Fallen Angel. Knight of Hell. Major Player.

Callum tensed and eyed the woman in front of him up and down. Come to think of it, power really made others attractive. He gave her a curious smile as he thought about how to use that important piece of information. She obviously wasn't set on killing him – at least for now.

With an excited but confident grin, Cal decided quickly that if he played nice with Abaddon, he would probably come closer to more power and more knowledge. Following her outstretched hand, his gaze scanned over the outlines of Tofte. Oh this will be sooo much fun.

Going for the obvious truth, he answered honestly, “Everytime I try to get near the town, that damn tingling starts and no - I have no deathwish whatsoever, so nope, I haven’t had any luck either. But as I said before.. I thought about capturing some human or - other inhabitant to get some information. Sometimes I see them wander outside of town in groups of four to five..” He hesitated for a moment. “..’people’... although I guess that wolves don’t really fit that term.. but I bet that there are also some inhabitants foolish enough to go outside with no protection. And voilá, here I am, waiting for my chance. It’s just a matter of time.”

Callum shrugged casually and looked back at her.

“Care to join?”

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this is it, the apocalypse | abaddon and callum

Abaddon had been topside for a couple months now, but to be completely honest, she wished she wasn’t. Earth wasn’t… how it once had been. It was a dank, desolate, and depressing area, and a constant free-for-all. There were no rules anymore; they’d all been eradicated with the big A. Murder, crime and starvation lurked around every corner. It reminded Abby a bit of Hell, to be honest, and so while she’d grown to like the change of pace that Earth once offered, she felt ultimately more at home in the environment that the planet now cultivated.

Simply put: she was having fun. She could kill who and what she wanted, she could ransack whatever she could find. And, no, there was truly no rest for the wicked — or, rather, there was less now than there had been before, which was virtually  none, but she was enjoying this situation to the fullest extent. That was, however, until she’d begun hearing rumours about a town, still as intact as intact could be, and only a select few could get in. Curiosity got the best of her and she followed the rumour trail until she’d come to the outskirts of the town, keeping her distance in order to see just what was keeping anyone and everyone from waltzing right into town.

It seemed to be some sort of divine — or supernatural, at least — border, zapping some people to mere particles and allowing others in. Abaddon wasn’t about to take her chances getting close to it, only to die from some temperamental boundary deciding not to let her in. And so the fallen angel lurked near the outskirts of the town, made her home there, all the while keeping a watchful eye on the city, searching for any changes that may arise.

Of course, there were none.

But Abaddon was patient; she’d waited fifty years to get out of a storage locker, she could wait however long she needed to in order to get into Tofte. Things began to look up when she’d been scouting the area around her camp and had run into someone else. Another demon, she knew, she could smell it on him, and while at once she wouldn’t have even batted an eye at the prospect of stumbling upon another of her kind, the apocalypse had brought changes every day and so she instinctively drew her knife — similar to Ruby’s — and held it behind her back, eyes narrowed despite the friendly smile that tugged at the corner of her lips.

“Huh,” she began, letting her own eyes flash black as she approached the stranger. “Pray tell, who might you be and why, exactly, are you here?”

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Callum had been scouting around the town for about 2 days now. It had been a coincidence that he saw a flash of lightning on a perfectly sunny day crash into earth and that had been enough to rise his curiosity. Which creature would use lightning bolts in a fight?

He stumbled upon Tofte –whoever had come up with that crappy name?- and the warning signs daring anyone to come in at their own risk. The signs weren’t giving away that much information only that it was a safe place for humans and supernatural beings alike. Callum smiled viciously to himself. As if. Those inhabitants were just fooling themselves with their pathetic belief in safety.

Noticing someone approaching, he turned around when he saw a small woman with flashing black eyes. She gave him a friendly smile so it was courtesy to do just that. Cal grinned back at her with a sinister smile and eyed her up and down. Her meatsuit looked okay, nothing too special or tempting. At least it didn’t remind him of that bit- ehm.. witch. Callum chuckled at his own thoughts. 

“Didn’t your mum tell you it’s courtesy to give your name first?” He winked at her and looked at her posture. She seemed relaxed, which didn’t indicate at all that she was relaxed. They were both assessing each other and when she didn’t give a damn thing away with her neutral expression, he came to the conclusion that she was powerful. Dangerous probably. Keeping his guard up around her would definitely maximize his chances of surviving the next few minutes.

He kept his distance and let his eyes glaze over with black.

“Lucky for you that I am in a good mood today. I shall introduce myself first then.” He smiled  at her with faked cheerfulness. “My name is Farris. Callum Farris. Former inhabitant of the pit and now wanderer of the earth in search for something fun to do. Like.. trying to get someone from town to come outside to tell me how that field works or what’s going on in there.” Cal paused and prepared himself inwardly to use his telekinesis if she should decide his answer didn’t please her.

“What about you? You owe me a name and your reason for being here.”  

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Callum Farris   |   demon   |   SPN   |   Taken

Callum was one of the lucky demons who managed to sneak out of hell a few years before the apocalypse took place. However, luck didn’t stay on his side for long: he pissed off the wrong witch and ended up trapped in a human body with a devil’s trap magically engraved in his meat suit, making it impossible for him to leave the body (or be exorcised). In order to get rid of the curse Callum was forced to work for the witch and during this time he learned to hate her from the bottom of his black heart. When the apocalypse destroyed a whole lot of mankind Callum had one problem less to think about: the witch was killed in the aftermath -but her curse remained. After trying out dozens of magic spells with no effect whatsoever he gave up on the idea of ever leaving his meat suit again and took great effort in hiding this weakness from others.   With a new and chaotic world ahead of him, Callum is attracted to the power behind of what the inhabitants of Tofte would refer to as “the force”. When he traveled near the town, he noticed the surge of power and saw the lightning strike from above. Cal is now keen on finding out which demon or angel or whatever is behind that power. Maybe there’s a chance for him to join their side and work with them in order to become more powerful…

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Honesty is the Best Policy || Lucifer & Callum

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“So you’re telling me that Lucifer, the Devil Himself, who could have anything and anyone in the world that he wanted to…picked an ugly vampire?  An ugly male vampire? Just one?!”  Luc stared at Callum like he could not believe what he was hearing, like he had just learned his childhood hero had turned out to be a fake. Like he couldn’t make up his mind which part to be offended about the most and sounding as if he were leaning heavily towards the “only one?!” part.  “Are they really a thing?”

“You didn’t enjoy watching someone get what they deserved?”  Luc’s voice ratcheted up another notch, his stare becoming somehow even more incredulous.  “What kind of demon are you?”  The blond man’s eyes followed Callum as he began to walk away, talking about work and booze, a teasing smirk on his face that suggested he knew far more than he was telling.  Of which Lucifer had no doubt. 

It was disconcerting to hear rumors flying around about Nik and himself, but it was inevitable.  People gossiped.  That didn’t change whether you were human, demon, or angel, and he and Nik spent almost every waking moment in each other’s company.  Again, it was inevitable even if it made the archangel want to tear his hair out at all the horrible possibilities presented by this knowledge.  However “unfounded.”

Lucifer allowed the demon to put some space between them before shaking his head like he was coming back to himself, and striding off after the other creature, attempting to catch up to him like a puppy with an older dog.  “Wait, wait.  Work? What? Booze?  You mean you don’t have a still to brew your own? What kind of soldier are you?  Contraband is half the fun!”

“Is everybody here as stodgy as you are,” Luc quipped as he caught up with Callum once more, easily falling into stride with the tall demon.  “As racist against the vampires?”  Blue eyes twinkled with mirth over that question, like he was thoroughly tickled by the notion of monster-on-monster race division.  The whole notion was completely absurd, just as it was with humans, but elitism was elitism.  Fangs or no fangs.

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Callum continued walking as Luc brabbled on about Lucifer having only one male vamp instead of a harem. Hmm.. good point. He surely wouldn’t mind if Lucifer took all fangs into his harem and fucked them to death. He chuckled cheerfully. That comment made his day.

Luc continued talking about brewing on his own.. eww.. as if that could ever please his high standards on alcohol. Never. He wanted to get a cocky remark at Luc, but then he heard Luc call him ‘stodgy’ and paused. That stung. Seriously? Stodgy? He would have loved to be taller than Luc to eye him from above now but seeing that nothing could be done about it, he looked him deep into the eyes. Stay calm, Callum. Don’t let yourself be played by a rookie! Trying to hide his indignation about being called like that he smiled devilishly at him.

“Let’s just say I’m not the only demon who is fed up to the back teeth because of those stupid blood suckers here. I’m telling you, man, no good idea to put everyone together in one place. I mean.. come on.. weres and vamps together strange enough.. Shouldn’t they be arch enemys or such?”

He shrugged and startet walking again.

“Then put some demons and witches and what -the hell- else into the mix.. and you have a perfect chaos.. There are fights everywhere. Oh.. but- not under the watchful eyes of Nik or other security guards.. Tsk. No. The real fun and blood letting is done in silence.” He grinned secretively. “So yes. I guess everybody here is racist somehow. But depends on who you talk to. My guess would be that everybody keeps to their own race and trusts no one else. You would do well in treasuring that piece of information.” He laid a hand on Lucs shoulders and squeezed them tight, while smiling a dark smile and letting his eyes glaze over with black.

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(Please read:) If you go down in the woods tonight (2nd try)

I am planning on leading a hunting party to round up some humans for our farms.

I need people capable of handling them without attacking them. Everybody who cooperates, i.e. agrees to work on the farms is not to be touched.

Do not apply for this party if you can’t control yourself.

No using of powers to force people to come with us, you should be clever enough to make them see that it’s best for them to join us without tricking them. They are safe with us, you know the rules.

You’re up for this? Sign up at the main office.

~Niklaus

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Callum was on his way to Niklaus’s office for his monthly meeting where he would report to the hybrid the minor problems with the feeders in the safe zone, when he became aware of the note pinned to the front door of the main office.

A hunting party? For people who were able to control themselves? The fact that he had left Miranda—a human—alive certainly spoke volumes of his capability of controlling himself if he had to. And getting people to do what he wanted had always been one of his favorite hobbies.

He would sign up for the party before the meeting. It would be the perfect opportunity to climb the ladder of success and show his boss that he was capable of more than just guard duty.

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Strangers in the Night || Callum & Miranda

[mirandaadams]

Well of course he was old, the demons Miranda always stumbled across were always aged, and not like fine wine. They were as old as balls, so to speak, and old demons weren’t good omens, not for her anyway.

Demons were, in a nutshell, bad. So very very bad. Not many demons, new or old, had ever done what this one did or was doing, however. They weren’t this bad. Sure, they had always been rather persistent when it came to her death by their hands… this one thought, oh this one was a piece of work. Not only was he making her blood boil and her temper flare, he was kissing her. He was actually - She shut her eyes tighten and clamped her mouth firmly shut so all he could do was have his lips make contact with her own lips. As his soft lips brushed over hers once more, she inwardly cringed and thought: Worst. Day. Ever. Of all time.

Today was probably the worst day of her entire life, and seeing as how she had actually died once and has had numerous bad days, that was certainly saying something.

She tried to move, tried to do something, but he had basically made her immovable with his unfair demon mojo. Right now, she wanted to cut his head clean off his body, to mutilate him till no one could recognize him and let the wolves that were chasing her just hours ago nibbled on his body till there was nothing left!

She couldn’t do much of anything though, seeing as how he was in control … again. What she could do however was glare, and oh if looks could kill he’d be six feet under with maggots eating away his eye balls and other bits. What a satisfying thought that was, him, six feet under being taken apart piece by piece by a simple bug. 

If only…

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Amused and somewhat cheeky Callum leaned back and studied the sulking Miranda in front of him. Her eyes were glaring daggers at him and he chuckled softly.

“Pouting is the new sexy..” His grin widened as he leaned once more near her face and then whispered into her ear, “It was a pleasure meeting you, Miranda. You were very entertaining..”

He smiled mischievously and winked at her. Callum smirked at her and then lifted his hand, almost regretting that he had to knock her out like this.

"Good night," he said and watched how her eyes fell closed and her body relaxed.

- - - - - - -

Looking down at the unconscious girl in front of him, he had to supress a smile. Callum had to admit she was hot and somehow he didn’t want to kill her.

He turned around and used his telekinesis to jump out of the hole, disappearing into the night without a glance back.

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Strangers in the Night || Callum & Miranda

[mirandaadams]

Miranda should have realized that the boom in demon activity, years ago, was due to something big. Something so big it affected every single human being on the planet. Before Earth fell, demons had been pretty scarce. You’d rarely see one pop their ugly face up to start a gory party or make someone’s life a living hell. It was only around 2005 that demons had made several more appearances, and since Earth fell into chaos, they’ve become a rather common thing. Such a fact; the world was crawling with monsters now and really, demons were just the tip of the ice burg now-a-days. As Miranda thought about it, while Callum stared at her with an unwavering gaze, she soon began to wonder just how old Callum actually was. Had he been a demon who was slumming in hell till the world fell apart, or had he been one of the ones who had hidden themselves under a rock, rather well, for a good long while?

 There was really only one way of finding out, and since the two of them were going to be in this hole for a bit longer, Miranda threw caution to the wind and inquired, “I know this is a weird question, but how old are you?” She frowned after thinking a bit about how she had worded her question. “I don’t mean how old your meatsuit is, I mean…you.”

Glancing down at her hands for only a moment, she soon noticed that she had been in contact with not only the dirt beneath her feet, but blood. It certainly wasn’t her own blood seeing as how she hadn’t sustained any wounds…it was Callum’s blood. Oh how nice…demon blood…Just what I’ve always wanted my hands drenched in… 

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“I know this is a weird question, but how old are you? I don’t mean how old your meatsuit is, I mean…you.”

Callum looked at Miranda and frowned. He hadn’t expected that kind of question after her outburst a few minutes ago but wasn’t too keen on giving away any personal information.

“Certainly much older than you are.”

The night was slowly coming to an end and giving way to the first rays of sunlight in the distance. Leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest, Callum thought that it was finally time to leave the hole. They had spent way too much time down here hiding.

Using his telekinesis, he froze Miranda where she was and walked silently towards her –ignoring her angry complaints.

“The sun is rising and our time is over..” Callum grabbed Mirandas chin, looked deeply into her eyes and smiled. “You sure are very unpredictable and well.. moody...”

He grinned, but there was no malicious intent in his expression, it was more playful than anything else.

“Now be a good girl and say ‘good bye’ to the demon..”

Still grinning, he leaned forward and kissed her lips with lascivious intent, knowing she would bite for sure.

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FC: Chris Pine

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If you go down in the woods tonight || OPEN

I am planning on leading a hunting party to round up some humans for our farms.

I need people capable of handling them without attacking them. Everybody who cooperates, i.e. agrees to work on the farms is not to be touched.

Do not apply for this party if you can’t control yourself.

No using of powers to force people to come with us, you should be clever enough to make them see that it’s best for them to join us without tricking them. They are safe with us, you know the rules.

You’re up for this? Sign up at the main office.

~Niklaus

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Callum was on his way to Niklaus’s office for his monthly meeting where he would report to the hybrid the minor problems with the feeders in the safe zone, when he became aware of the note pinned to the front door of the main office.

A hunting party? For people who were able to control themselves? The fact that he had left Miranda—a human—alive certainly spoke volumes of his capability of controlling himself if he had to. And getting people to do what he wanted had always been one of his favorite hobbies.

He would sign up for the party before the meeting. It would be the perfect opportunity to climb the ladder of success and show his boss that he was capable of more than just guard duty.

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Strangers in the Night || Callum & Miranda

[mirandaadams]

Miranda gazed down at the jacket being held only inches away from her chest and slowly looked back up at Callum with a look of displeasure. On the one hand if she took it and actually wrapped herself in it, she wouldn’t turn into a meat Popsicle, on the other, she was going to be wearing his blood stained coat.

“I’d rather freeze my ass off.” She hissed and pushed his hand and jacket into him. “Thanks.”

This was not boding well, no sir.

What he was saying was true, they had come to some sort of truce in a few short minutes and for some odd reason he was being … friendly. Where he wanted this to go was anybody’s guess, and Miranda was surely not going to let it go that way. What was going to happen was she was going to gank him once the sut arose and be done with this god damn nightmare. She was going to be free of his obnoxious presence and perhaps go back to get her gear …

She chuckled. Right, get her gear. That wasn’t really going to happen when there was a pack of rabid werewolves sitting atop it.

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Callum shrugged and looked at the blood stains on his jacket and smiled to himself. He forgot that humans couldn’t stand seeing blood - either fresh or dried.

Looking around Callum leaned on the stony walls of the hole and crossed his arms in front of his chest. Miranda didn’t seem to be in the mood anymore to chat. And he obviously had to get some priorities straight here. Why didn’t he want to kill Miranda anymore? Sure they talked some time, but is that all there is? With a loud sigh, he stared up at the hole and then at Miranda, eyeing her from head to toe.

Strange girl. He really had to ask around at the naval base when they escaped that damn hole  if anyone had heard of her before. What was her last name? Adams? Callum was pretty sure that -judging by her serious look back then- he would find a lot of interesting stuff about her.

Leaning his head against the cold stone behind him, he kept to his thoughts and continued to silently watch Mirandas every move.

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Switchblade Smile || Callum & Taylor

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Taylor saw the slight twitch and than just made his grin go wider. Ahh finally getting under his skin.. now to work on taking that skin off. 

He had to laugh at Callum’s remark, quirking his eyebrow up in amusement, ‘Is that the best you’ve got? Taylor you need some anger management..’ he mocked, stepping forward, ‘All this time and you’re still just as fucking lame..’ Taylor shook his head, tutting. 

Taylor stepped forward so that he was right in Callum’s face, holding his arms up, ‘Say what you like Cal.. but I know you’re itching to find out what I have to tell him… fledgling or not… what I’ve got is good..’ Taylor smirked.

And then he laughed, ‘Well haven’t you moved up in the world’, Taylor mocked, rolling his eyes, ‘Well.. me.. I’m aiming for something a little higher than just being a security guard..’ he smirked again. Taylor was loving this.. rilling up his rival like this.. it reminded him of old times. 

Rolling his eyes, Taylor took a step back and shook his head, ‘You have nothing I’m interested in… ’ Taylor looked Callum up and down, checking him out, before looking him in the eyes again, face blank, ‘Yeah. no absolutely nothing.. so run along and be a good security guard… I’ll think about throwing you a bone when I’m your boss..’

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Callum was amused by Taylors efforts to show off and be ‘cool’. Kids these days... He even started flailing his arms wildly in front of his face to get his point across. Way to go for taking you serious, Taylor.. Damn, he already started getting a headache and they were like .. two minutes talking?

“I was serious, you know. If I don’t want you near the naval base, you won’t be getting through to him to bring your precious information. You should at least try to listen.“

Looking down on the boy before him he noticed him taking a step back. At least the young one seemed to subconsciously learn to keep his distance from a foe he couldn’t quite handle. Perhaps not all hope was lost for that boy? No, to become a powerful demon Taylor had to learn how to outsmart people and his ‘chaotic’state of mind always seemed to get in the way.

“I didn’t say I won’t let you get through to him. It just... comes at a price.”

He smiled charmingly at Taylor and waited patiently for him to -hopefully calm down- and talk like a sane person although he didn’t believe it would be that easy a thing to do for Taylor.