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[Lafayra Rue]

She looks out of the window at the people. "No...no riots. I don't want them thrown in jail for my needs." She stretches, her wings flexing out across the length of the room. "Lets get this out of the way."

Sorianna turns to the little owl that now held her father's mind and soul. "You will be watching?"

[Thugren]

he nods as krieg picks up the phone.

"go out to the square...Remember..The more you kill, the more likely you are to be put in the lower cell areas."

krieg begins rattling off a serise of commands as you walk outside to the sqaure.

The night is long, it seems to be an eternity until you hear the sirens. but soon enough you are surrounded by keepers.

"Stand down!"

one of the men growls, rasing his pacifiers rifle.

"Get down on the ground!"

two men circle you, getting behind you.

[Lafayra Rue]

Sorianna laughs hollowly settling into a defensive stance. "Not on my life." she says to the pacifier. She raises her hand up and she hears the cork of one of her bottles pop off violently. The blood she saved rushes out of her pack, forming her scythe. She smiles wickedly at the man in front of her.

"Are you ready to die?" She launches herself forward swinging her scythe in a long deadly arc at his neck.

Spoiler

1d100 rolled for a total of: 33 (33)

[Thugren]

tHE HEAD IS SENT FLYING, the body slumps and blood splatters the facemask of his comrades.

They let out a cry of alarm and lunge at you, shock sticks ready and reared

ione approaches from behind you while the other charges from your front.

[Lafayra Rue]

Sorianna laughs at the men. She forms a fist and slams it down hard in the fresh pool of blood, creating a round of spikes that blast out around her like shrapnel from a frag grenade.

Spoiler

1d100 rolled for a total of: 17 (17)

[Thugren]

The blood rips outward in a viscous corona, shredding through the men with impossible strength.

They fall to the ground twitching in pain as more men round the bend, charing at you.

They are highly armoured this time, and have long pole like weapons that crackle with electricity.


in the back of the pack of men you see one dragged ibnto an alley by a shadowy figure who looks at you for a moment before drawing a knife.


the men surround ylou, two behind you, two at your side, and one before you.

"dont be foolish mutant.."

thje leader, a heavely ornamented paladin growls.

"Give in peacefully.."

[Lafayra Rue]

She smirks at the man. "You want peace? You'll have it when you choke on your own blood." Sorianna expands her mind, focusing on the man behind her and the man to her left. With a disturbing laugh she forces the blood vessels in their windpipes to burst, drowning them in blood.

1d100 rolled for a total of: 85 (85)

[Thugren]

Their throats explode, coating their armor in the pumping vicera a they fall face first into the dreading puddle.

Suddenly the blood screams out in warning.

The air around your head combusts and you narrowly avoid the roaring flames a another warrior steps forward.

His armor is heavily enemamled and covered in leering demonic faces.


" last warmig bird.."

He growls as flames engulf his fist.

[Lafayra Rue]

Sorianna tries to hide the deep shudder that runs through her as she glances at the fire. She can feel herself gripping the handle of her scythe hard. She takes in the damage she was able to cause, she wasn't sure if it was enough but she also didn't want to risk the fire.

A small urge sparked in the back of her mind, the same bloodlust she felt when fighting the clone. Sorianna carefully suppressed the feeling, the need to kill and take blood.

The scythe dropped from her hands as she straightened, losing form and splattering on the ground. She stood there glaring at the fire user in front of her.

[Thugren]

Two men cuff you and force you face down roughly. A thrift , with a pair of familiar silver eyes swats them aside and cuffs you forcing you to stand.

" varghen mutant.... The folk here have claimed you are a sanguine ... Because of this you are deemed too dangerous for normal society.."

You are shoved Ito an apc with guard on either side of you,

" you will be taken to fallen hope containment facility.... "

The trip is long and uncomfortable. The guards somment on you frequently stealing looks at you as the paladin with the silver eyes keeps his ham securely on your forearm.

The walls of the huge prison come into view, blood red and heavily graffitied with th words

" abandonded by god.."

Written over them.

You are quickly processed and taken to the depths of the prison , so deep in fact that there is only I e other cell beside yours.

The paladin has not left your side yet, as he guides you to the cell he undoes your hands pointing to a cot.


" rest ...."

He turn and leaves without a word

[Lafayra Rue]

Sorianna sits down heavily on the cot. A satisfied laugh leaves her mouth. "It's getting easier." She sighs stretching out across the hard bed.

[Thugren]

your eyes doze....Getting heavier and heavier until...

You notice a pair of eyes watching you from the dark corner of the room..

you know them, you sense them boring into you...

The figure, the cloaked form of the killer cain steps out from the darkness and grips you by the throat.


"weak..."

he spits, gripping tightly.

"Pathetic"]


He slams you against the wall roughly,and hurls you to the ground, cackling in insanity.

"YOu...Kill me.....Unlikely.."

his foot connects hard with your ribs, sending you tumbling across the cell.

"get up..."

[Lafayra Rue]

She coughs harshly, pushing up to her hands and knees. Her head turns, pure malice on her face.

"Fuck you!" She hisses. She launches herself at him, claws swiping with vicious intent.

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1d100 rolled for a total of: 55 (55)

[Thugren]

the claws bite deep to no effect and he grips your throat again slamming you through your cot with a loud bang.

"do you have any idea....How many mothers ive killed....Fathers ive cut down...Sons ive mutilated? Daughters ive piked? I am a murderer girl.....A god of death ....I Am,....War."

he lifts you again and hurls you against the wall with a snickening crack, letting you slide down.

"YOu....A little frail bodied owl kin....was going to rip my blood from me.."

His arms spread invitingly..."Id beg for it.."

He twirls his finger and some of his body is pulled away, forming a scythe.

"But as for right now..."

He raises his scythe and smirks, his eyes glinting insanely.

"You die here!"

your eyes close, you hear the whistle, and suddenly everythin g goes quiet.

the smell of blood is in the air, its thick and heavy, but as you realize your not dead, you open your eyes and see another woman staring at you.

"you need to change your way of thinking girl..."

The older woman whispers from behind her heavy cowl, moving toward you.

"The blood is too strong, it will kill you if you don't reign yourself in."

She kneels beside you and the thick smell of incenses fills your nostrils as she checks you for breaks.

"your lucky....Youre not all too strong yet...If i hadnt intervened you wouldve been killed by your own blood.."

[Lafayra Rue]

Sorianna groans in pain. She looks up at the woman. "Lorana? What...what was that? What do you mean?"

[Thugren]

The woman casually flicks her wrist and the blood pools in a small cup.

" this blood.... It's from Somone who's lost themself. It carries the madness even in death . You feed it's negativity making whatever creature that just brutalized you.... You have to reign your feelings in."

[Lafayra Rue]

"Cain....that thing was my fault then..." She coughs again, holding her ribs. She sighs deeply. "I've been told you can help me. My father sent me to speak to you. I don't know whats going on anymore and I need guidance."

[Thugren]

The woman leans you against the wall and sighs.

" I can see that.. Your blood told me all I needed to know."

She leaves the cell briefly and comes in with a small cup of tea.

" drink this.... Tell me. What make you hate somone you've never met? Your control seems to be strong but you lack focus... You're crude in your control ambit could kill you

[Lafayra Rue]

She takes the drink and begins to sip it slowly. "Thank you." She takes a few more sips.

"I hate this man so because he killed my father....or so I thought until this morning. I don't know what to think anymore. Everything that I think is right is wrong but not everything that is wrong is right. I've had more doubts in the last two days than I've had in my entire life. The only thing that has stayed is the gaze of that man...and how much I hate seeing him..." Sorianna sighs in obvious frustration.

[Thugren]

She looks at the blood, and isntantly it reshapes into cain, peerin g at you.

"thats funny..."

she whispers,. standing and looking at the figure.

"i dont remember these eyes.....These eyes....are not cains."


You noptcie a long slithering sercpent, slide from her shoulder onto the floor considering the figure.