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clarasforza‌:

Despite her eyes being used to the darkness, it took her a bit to recognise and take in the sight of who she was waiting for. She had never seen Vergil before, but she had heard of him. It was safe to say that her imagination of how he would be was nothing compared to reality and it was quite surprising to see such an ancient demon look so… young. He picked up on that from how she addressed him and if she could get some colour in her cheeks, they’d be tainted red at this point. “Not at all,” she struggled as she tried to leave out the sir again, “just trying to be respectful.” And of course she was. She understood that this would not just reflect on her but on her maker as well and Clara was loyal to her sire. She would never want to be the one to bring shame down on them or displease of their father as Clara understood perfectly that Vergil’s piece of mind meant everything. “Thank you very much for that,” she nodded, appreciating the trust she had been given both by her sire and by the demon. She knew it wasn’t a thing she should be taking lightly and she should value it as much as she valued her own life, if not more. “Uh, I know that it is in Europe,” Clara started before getting a bit more specific, “I don’t know in depth details as my maker always wanted me to remain focused on other things, but I have heard that it is a place where all sorts of supernatural and human live together. Or at least they would like to but not everyone shares the same allegiance. That’s about how much I know.”

Vergil nodded at her comment about being respectful. “You’re going to be useful,” he smiled. People opened up to those that showed them respect. It was why he always played the friendly card. Being mean and spiteful was not going to make a lot of friends. “Again lighten up. I know I am a big bad, but I treat those under my service well. Provided they don’t fuck up,” he informed her. Emphasising the last part mildly.

“Don’t think me yet, this particular customer has a penchant for talking a lot,” he warned her. After all Aries loved the sound of his own voice. “You have that correct. Especially that not everyone shares the same allegiance. Some think we can live in perfect harmony and not have any conflict. I call them delusional. War is in every species nature one way or another. Anyway not here for a lecture,” he disclosed to her and then chuckled at the unintentional pun.

“There is a post coming up at the University that means you will work closely with an ancient vampire called Aries Clarke. He’s a potential problem with my bigger plans. I want you to gather information about him. Keep me in the loop about all the goings on. If you can get enough stuff to hang him with that would be great,” he briefed her

#C - clara #clarasforza

franco-sforza‌:

Well, it seemed like this was just the perfect oppurtunity to have some fun with a handsome stranger who has had his hands already on places a sober Franco would not have touched without permission — and reward them with a punishment straight after. Well, this could be done here too. Hopefully, at least. He dipped his head a little forward, his teeth snapping after the man’s earlobe before he released it again and started to talk. “You know… we could take this elsewhere or if you keep doing that I might just have to take you here and now.”

He could feel the guys hands around him and then a bite on his ear and it sent sparks all over his body and his eyes went black briefly. “So you do talk,” he shouted trying to make his voice heard over the pulsating beats in the background. “Now I wouldn’t mind the here and now, but I think the club owner would crucify us. Why don’t we come back to mine?” he suggested flirtatiously.

#C - Franco #franco-sforza

chiaraoshea‌:

“It is, yeah. I’ll remember now, I promise.” Chiara raised her fingers in a scout’s honor gesture. “Your son…” Her eyes went wide with how easily he just said that, as if he had lost a pet fish. “I’m so sorry, Vergil, my condolences.” She spoke sincerely, her hand involuntarily going to her heart. “Well, not much, just working a lot, trying to slowly plan my wedding. Same old stuff.” She shrugged, chuckling.

“Glad to hear it,” he laughed gently as she pointed out she would remember it for next time. “yeah, happened about a month ago,” he told her. “You never think you’ll out live your children, but unfortunately he is not the first death of a child,” he told her. Vergil was an old being and though he was not a fan of kids protection really was not a thing for a very long time. “Wedding?” he repeated his eyebrows shot up amused. “So the Alpha’s daughter is getting married congratulations,” he told her.

#C - Chiara #chiaraoshea

irenexblack‌:

“And some of the men I dated in the past. Dated someone working to become prime minister. Only wanted it for the title, but you need to have a goal if you’re going to be a leader” She let the wine in her glass twirl around, watching it as he continued to speak. They knew each other perhaps better than anyone else knew them, but they both needed that. Needed someone who would not judge them for anything.

“Shifters are incompetent morons. They only think of food and sex, and forge there’s a bigger picture” Was she judgmental? Yes she was. But that was just to accept. “Keep him at the school. Franco is too focused on himself and on sex, by my observation… Let’s keep him from potentially fucking us over… Really…” Irene mused as she placed her glas on the table, and smiled to him. “I think I should run for a council spot. Maybe make some other friends inthe process, so no one believes me to be doing this for bad reasons”

“And myself I just relish a challenge, though I never really want to be on top. I want to control the person on top. Have the power but not be in the line of fire and still be able to do what I please,” he told her. Ever the selfish being but that was how Vergil was.

“I agree, mostly,” he nodded. His birds have been chattering. Something interesting was on it’s way. Vergil had every intention in using it to his full advantage. “Yes, he should stay there and I agree on Franco,” he nodded. “Well then it’s settled. I’ll let my contacts know and remain on the down low to let you gain your attention without me. Means no connections can be made. Easier to help from the shadows,” he told her. Irene was a perfect candidate. “This should be fun,” he smiled.

#C - Irene #irenexblack

dryadxcora

@vergilaureliius

Irene Black had hired her to design a personal suit for Vergil, but she couldn’t say that it was her dream job exactly. Vergil was just about the opposite end of cheerful-grumpy scale of where she herself was. He wasn’t glaring at her constantly like some other clients did though, and she was sketching on the paper. “Could you please touch the fabric samples in front ofyou, and tell me which one you like the feel of better? I don’t want to make the whole suit, just for you to hate the feel of it, you know”

vergilaureliius

Vergil glanced back as the dryad spoke and he nodded. “So what made you decide you wanted to become a fashion designer?” the ancient asked making polite small talk to the small designer. His cerulean eyes flickered back to the samples. Picking each of them up and rubbing them against his fingers. He studied the feel carefully as he went to each one. He liked the feel of the virgin wool. He turned round holding the sample up. “This material feels best and similar to the material I usually wear,” he told her.

#C - Cora #dryadxcora

demonneriah

Neriah already spotted him before but she was not all too eager to move through the crowd and make her presence known or grant him that kind of attention that might cause his ego to grow. Not to mention people believed they were affiliated in any way. She waited for the right moment, so it seemed like a coincidence. “Cheers,” she lifted her glass of wine towards the man, “it’s always good to see you.

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vergilaureliius

The woman looked stunning, to say the least, and she had certainly made the effort. Vergil was already aware that something was going to happen after all his net was wide cast and it was certainly sending some signals his way. Which meant he could use it to his advantage to unveil the council's dark dealings and replace them with better-behaved members. “Likewise, it’s always a pleasure to see you Neriah,” he replied. “I think tonight should be rather eventful,” he told her with a smirk.

#c - neriah #demonneriah

clarasforza

It was a chilly and dark night in New York. The breeze was slightly stronger than it usually was and the promise of snow could almost be sensed in the air. Dark, untamed hair flew around her face, making it harder to see clearly. Well, not much harder as she was a vampire after all, but it certainly was more annoying. Not even the beanie on her head made a difference. However, none of that would matter once she was safely shielded and comforted by the darkness of the trees. She would have much important matters to deal with in a few moments.

It wasn’t every day one of the most ancient demons required your presence and it certainly wasn’t like Clara could turn him down. He was the father of her creator and Clara was loyal to her sire and his family. She was also scared. She feared the demon much more than she feared her sire and she dreaded of what he could do or say once they were face to face. It wasn’t known to her why he wanted to see her or what would happen. She was simply ordered to make presence. And so she did. Hidden in the shadow of the trees in one of the abandoned parks, she waited for the demon to appear. Blue eyes starred deeply into the darkness, intensely watching each shadow, each movement of the nature. It wasn’t too long before she felt it. Creeping darkness with immense power hidden in it. The hair in the back of her neck rose, but she didn’t show she was scared. She didn’t want to seem weak. Fear was a weakness that was not acceptable. “You wished to see me, sir?” Clara whispered into the darkness, head slightly bowed in respect.

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vergilaureliius

One of his kids managed to become a vampire rather than selling their soul. Something he was not exactly happy with but at least when they showed him results and the progeny he had been choosing he backed down on his show of disapproval. He proved to be useful and was still a very loyal son to him. So when he requested to speak to one of his Progeny to get a plan of his off the ground his son of course arranged it.

He was only told a few things about Clara. Just enough to get a sense he could trust her. To pull off this plan he needed someone smart and able to take this particular ancient vampire down. Aries Clarke. The man knew of his family which meant if he were to come out more into the open it would be risky with him around so he wanted him humiliated enough to leave. He was not exactly known for his good behaviour so it was just to plant someone there to gather enough evidence to hang himself with.

It was a nice night when he materialised in the park. He could only sense the vampire soul of the progeny that was nearby. He dusted off his clothes and walked towards her. “Sir, makes me sound old don’t you think?” he smirked. “You can relax when your maker gave me his report on you it was practically glowing and he is one of the few children I can trust,” he told her. “How much do you know of Bergen?” he asked.

#C - Clara #clarasforza

chiaraoshea:

“Hey, a new it was a not very common name but was afraid I’d butcher it.” She chuckled, shrugging a bit helpless. It had been quite a while since she first met the man and with the amount of things that had happened in her life, forgetting a name or two was understandable. “Everything’s going okay. How about you?”

“I’ll accept that excuse,” he chuckled shaking his head. “Not a very common name but is pronounceable,” he added. “Yeah, kind of. Just had to deal with my son’s death,” he sighed sadly. He did neglect to say it was him that killed his son or that it was because of failure. “But that’s a little too depressing to discuss,” he coughed and put on a grimace. “What have you been up to?” he asked.

#C - chiara #chiaraoshea

violet-h:

The demons in this place were definitely not enough. The concept of this here was good, though. There were just so many people, so many species that really didn’t fit, if you asked Violet. She slid onto the stool, ready to talk to someone like minded for a change. “Evening. Everything is good, I’m just so ready for this semester to be over.” She almost groaned at that. “What about you? Did you settle things again?”

“That’s why I don’t teach, I hate kids first of all. Only had mine so my father would shut up about family legacy and all that bullshit,” he shrugged. “The ironic thing was it was my twin that killed him,” he shrugged. His political marriage which ended up in divorce and five kids later and he is still not sure what it was all for. Though some of his kids have managed to prove they have some worth. “I killed them. Had to the mess they caused took too much firefighting. I can’t risk that again,” he told her honestly.

#C - violet #violet-h

irenexblack:

“It’s a lack of ambition, really. You see, they don’t truly want it, they’re pushed to want something, and allow it to become a weak ambition. They don’t quite… Realize just what they want” She found most people boring, and plain anyways, and the idea of them being supposed to decide what laws she was to follow, was just an annoyance. “We’re not truly immortal. There’s many ways to kill us, we’re just undying. We don’t die of age, as humans. But, if a vampire can realize that, why can’t a shifter?” She said as she picked up her glass, tasting a little bit of the blood in it. “Get me up in the council? Sure, go ahead. Only if you help me find the best person to work in my store when I’m off in meetings though”

“Yeah reminds me of my early political career with some of the senators I worked with. Wanting ambitions because that is what they are told to want,” he sighed taking another bite of what was in front of him. His ambition was for the sake of having it. He just loved to start from the bottom and then gradually take over. Though this place seems like it’ll be more of a struggle and won’t back down. If a war came from it it would make things far more interesting than his previous plays.

“I don’t think shifters are the smartest of creatures,” he shrugged. “They are too in tune with their animalistic side which can leave them blind to things. Also animals tend to have a fear of death. Predator and prey a like,” he further explained. “well look at this. We don’t have a huge amount of vampires here in comparison to shifters. We have that idiot Aries, I am not sure if he would go for a position or not. He loves his university too much. Then we have Franco, whom I think we can manipulate with the right goals. There is a newcomer though Clara. Out of all of them I think you would be the better option,” he told her. “As for getting someone for the shop I can arrange that,” he reassured her.

#C - Irene #irenexblack

franco-sforza:

Slowly Franco had discovered the night life of the city. NiIt was his time anyway, not only as a creature of the night, but definitely liked the fun kind that was going on during evenings more than daylights. He was just getting loose on the dancefloor, the effect of human blood on several kind of pills and booze taking slight effect on him as well. He didn’t know who bumped into who — but he was gladly turning around and dancing with them as well. He did not mind getting closer, starting to get feelsy with the other. Was that ecstasy? Whatever it was, it did this.

Vergil was beyond amused but the taller man was very easy on the eyes and from what he could tell from body language, very drunk and very high. He chuckled darkly as he got feelsy with him. He looked round to the witch who was pouting and shrugged and turned his attention on the vampire. He returned the favour by getting closer to him. Turns out tonight was going to have an interesting end.

#C - Franco #franco-sforza

irenexblack:

Irene - well my first daughter passed away by the age of ten so I know your feelings.

Irene - She’s the child of my cousin’s great-great-great grandchild who passed recently, and I am the still «living» relative with the best conditions to raise a child.

Irene - as if it is my fault the fathers family is a bunch of hillbillies who inbreed and eat squirrels for supper

{Vergil} - They are not the only one and luckily the rest are not such disappointments. {Vergil} - Ah, well that’s an interesting case. {Vergil} - Yeah I can see why you are the better choice...

#C - Irene #irenexblack #texts

demonneriah:

Neriah: Oh. Well. My condolences??

Neriah: Hm. True. What are you thinking of?

Neriah: I’ve been wondering how easy it could be to get one or more in there.

Neriah: Once they get arrested that is.

Neriah: See. He can eventually be convinced.

{Vergil} - 🤷 {Vergil} - I’m thinking of putting people in that are more insidious by nature and not so concerned about a quick fix. {Vergil} - Fairly easily if we play our cards right {Vergil} - I don’t think we will have to do much about speeding that up though. {Vergil} - I know there is another opportunist in town and knowing them they have plans. {Vergil} - Everyone can be convinced eventually. Even if we have to play dirty.

#C - Neriah #demonneriah #texts