Eugene simply nodded when the girl stated she had multiple owners instead of just one. The lycan watched her and how her eyes drifted about the room and took in her surroundings. Everything was quiet for the moment, which was understandable seeing the circumstances. The 'owner' though new he had to do something.. He was being watched and was probably expected to be treating her like the slave he had requested. But he knew what she was doing, he had done the same exact thing when he first came to this room... Or so he thought.

Seeing the girl take off her shoes got her attention, but seeing how she began taking off her pants caused the lycan's eyes to widen in shock. If the shirt weren't there he'd probably would have had a more extreme reaction, but the brief moment and panic that he had was easily given away by his eyes. What?! R-right here? Is this a test? Thoughts were swarming in his head, but one repeated itself over and over again. You ordered a lady.. The cameras are watching you and suspicions would arise if you didn't do anything. With that the lycan tried to speak, but nothing came out he tried and tried again before giving up. Instead, he approached her and attempted to take her hand again, guiding her towards the bathroom. "C'mon lets get this over with..." His voice was gruff, but if she did let him take her hand, she would realize the hold was very loose for someone who was trying to assert control. I have never found a camera in that bathroom. I hope the manager at least has that dignity.I can exploit.

Broby looked at his captor furiously, trapped in place as if he was a small child told to sit still by his parents. "Fine, you pansy. What are you going to do with me? What's your grand plan now that you have someone in a cage to do your bidding? You going to turn me into a vampire or werewolf or something?" He asked Edward, grasping the bars of the cage and rattling them furiously. He rattled them as hard as he could, hoping to annoy Edward into letting him free, even though Broby knew that would not be the case.

Rand laid back down on the ground and closed his eyes, concentrating on not getting angry as it would not do anything. Arguing would be pointless and several of his points were correct, but Rand refused to dwell. One of the sentences made Rand open his eyes for a bit in surprise, but then he closed them again. "Well if you just look at my past life you can easily see that I do care about who I kill. Besides, you can't argue about me being entirely pointless when you can just look at yourself. There's no good left in you, and yet you question it in others. Where's your reasoning for learning forbidden powers and for drawing pictures of your leader in blood huh? You don't care? You embrace it? You think you're an exception? Well then I'll just use the same argument then, what's wrong there? Of course I'm broken, but at least I do my job well enough. Getting caught here was just a mistake is all, and everyone makes mistakes," Rand spoke with a dark grin and staring right at X.

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The Manager smiled as Mike came in and picked up his daughter. "Ah there you are Mike, I was just about to call you. Delilah was just roaming the hunting grounds forest area. She didn't like the branches or something like that, but I'm sure you can get out of her what she's talking about," he said, then turned his chair to Samuel and checked his listings. "Hm, sorry but I only have two male boys in currently. You can have one of those if you'd like I suppose," he said, leaning back in his chair.

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Carter grimly shook his head as Freya asked more questions. "Look I don't know where you came from, I don't run this place alright?" Carter said, sighing. "You probably just got kidnapped in your sleep or drugged on the street or something, all I did was press a button and requested a human." The demon realized he had just answered her question without yelling for punishment. Wow he was bad at this. Murdering and possessing a human was so much easier than breaking one. Should he just do that instead? Maybe, it sounded plausible. Perhaps he should just use those methods to break her. It did sound feasible but he wanted to try without scaring her by revealing his true self. "I'll give you a warning for that, don't make that mistake again," Carter said, glaring.

Xxem smiled right back with a wide grin when Rand was stupid enough to stare at him. He stared right back with all twelve of his golden eyes, focusing onto Rand a sense of remorse and regret. "I wonder, have you ever had the courage to go to the grave of a supernatural you have killed? Have you ever had the courage to face the reality you have killed an intelligent creature? Yes, about sixty percent of them where cruel, evil, and deserved death, but what about the other forty percent. Like the werewolf who just picking flowers. He then cast an illusion, at first, all that happened was that eyes turned to a coal black color. He then extended all of his wings to their largest size, and they to became black. His figure was then covered by an illusion of a dark hooded robe, and the only features you could see of him was his eyes and wings. The cage then changed, as the metal turned to bone. The room then faded, and in its place, a graveyard. "Welcome.Welcome to the graveyard of all your victims." he said, continuing to push the emotion of remorse.

"Oh, I could turn you into a plethora of things: like Dutch over there." he said, nodding toward the dog. "But I normally don't order a human with a plan on what to do with them, I probably should, but what is the fun in that. Though, I do like you. I might just turn you into a supernatural being, however there may be a chance that you be turned inside out and at that point, in all my experience, nobody has survived that. Though I do know this nercomancer.." Edward said. "

Samuel shook his head and said "The males are not as fun as the females are, I'll just wait for a new female to appear or something" He leaned back in his position with his eyes closed as he enjoyed the peaceful life a lot. Mike nodded to the Manager and hugged Delilah again before he looked at the manager and said "What about my wife sir? When is she going to be released from that cell back to me?"

The great bear had been forced from his home. First by the environment itself, then by the cursed hunters. He had only attempted to survive by taking food nobody wanted, and he was treated with attempts of murder, this was a great source of annoyance to him. Of course, the hunters had nearly killed him at one point, so he went out of his way to avoid them. Of course, this meant he was slowly but steadily driven southward, down from the tundra he was used to and into the pine forests. It had been half a year since he was forced from his home, and the journey south had taken up the majority of that time. He now sought to find a place that was safer for him, where he could avoid the ever present humans, and take a peaceful nap.

He had been staying in one particular forest for a while. It had a large population of deer and other animals for him to snack on, although he needed a lot to survive on. It had quite a few small streams. and the trees were spaced far enough away to allow him moving room. He liked it here, except if the temperature wasn't extremely hot. Well, hot for him anyways. 50°F was bordering on way too hot for him, as he preferred temperatures about 35 to 40°F. With temperature in mind, the great bear had been sleeping during the day and night, while moving around at sunrise and sunset. However, a recent scent had changed his schedule. It was of a supernatural. He had decided to follow it, with the intent of chasing it off, when he started discovering more scents. All sorts of supernatural had passed through here, it was almost too much input for him. The trails were fresh too, meaning that they had come here often. That was when the great bear noticed the building. Of course, he just had to choose a forest with a hotel full of supernaturals. He'd have to chase them off somehow. He thought for a moment, and came up with a plan. He'd block the entrance, and kill anyone who'd try to enter or leave. With that in mind, the gargantuan beast walked up to the entrance, and plopped down. A might thud shook the ground as he did, and a minor tremor was sent through the building. With his rear completely covering the entrance, and his face directed outwards. Any attempts to get out would see a wall of white, furry, bear rump, and any trying to get in would see the massive head and body of the ursa.

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"Oh, I could turn you into a plethora of things: like Dutch over there." he said, nodding toward the dog. "But I normally don't order a human with a plan on what to do with them, I probably should, but what is the fun in that. Though, I do like you. I might just turn you into a supernatural being, however there may be a chance that you be turned inside out and at that point, in all my experience, nobody has survived that. Though I do know this nercomancer.." Edward said. "

"Oh, so THAT'S the dog's name. What's his story?" Asking a question before continuing the examination of the cage and any potential weak spots was the first part of a not so brilliant plan, the second involving breaking out of the cage and choking Edward. Broby found that there was infact one weakness- it was obviously susceptible to magic, unfortunately Broby didn't know any. "While we're at it, why are you so content in keeping me in this cage despite knowing that I have better things to do than deal with you after my inevitable escape?" 'Maybe if I kick really hard on the top of the cage? Or maybe if I can convince him to turn me into a dog...? Actually, it would be kick-ass to be a dog for awhile, even if my over-all plan is to use my sharp teeth to bite the high holy hell out of his neck...'

Eugene blinked when her soft hand slipped out of his hold, the Lycan turning to face her as she turned down his attempts to usher her into the bathroom. She could easily see he was shocked, speechless, even baffled over how brave this servant of his was. She reminded him of one girl, the one who he gave his sword to at one point before they separated and the blade returned to his pawish hands.

Brushing aside the surprised beast didn't require much effort and he simply turned to face her as she continued to speak. There didn't seem to be a flare of rage in him and he seemed to have a clear mind capable of ordering him to play the role he needed to play. Upon entering the door the Lycan moved up on her rather quickly, attempting to shove her inside and follow her in before closing the door behind himself and her. "I don't necessarily need an invitation as the master." Were his final words before the door was closed shut and the Lycan looked down at the girl.

Finally alone with no cameras, master gave her a serene stare, one that glanced upand down her before a smirk grew on his face, the creature leaning against the door to slide down to a sitting position. "You remind me of a human girl who once escaped this mansion, you know that? I need to ask you a question.. Please do not put up a fight against a Lycan for you know you can not win."

The manager system would ding loadly as a very low dressed Succubas spoke "Mr Manager can you send me up a human male please?". The succubas in question was a young girl called Lilith but he prefered the name Midnight as she always wore Black low cut outfits which she used to suduce young man to carry out her every will. She was also Samuel only friend, the only one who had seen past the mask he put on. She waited for the manager to conferm her order.

Rand could immediately tell his foolish mistake as the graveyard was suddenly around him. Looking down Rand refused to stare at the graves. Rand focused on his mind again feeling the emotions being pushed. "I'm..." He started but slowly faded off. This is him trying to break you and make you useless. He's in no way good and will even admit that! Rand forced himself to think, then got an idea. The hunter gave a defeated face and opened his eyes, still staring at the ground. "You're right, I'm already broken, but hunting was the only thing I had, still have really. What else do you want to drag out of me?" Rand muttered, leaning back against his cage.

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The Manager gave a simple shrug. "Alright, I'll get one for you if any come in," he said, then turned to Mike and checked his computer. "Danni? I don't think...oh yes she's in for disturbances. She should be released shortly and don't worry she didn't do anything for any torturing punishments, just serving time," he assured. Hearing his monitor ding, the Manager slid over and looked over at his monitor showing a request. "Ah yes Midnight I'll have him sent straight away," he said, sending the prisoner Jamie to her room.

Jamie's cage shook and was suddenly shot off to the right where it ended up right inside Midnight's room.

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The front desk woman Sarah leaned forward to see a rather large bear blocking the entrance. She ran her finger over the security button but then relented. Stepping out of her chair Sarah walked in front of her desk and smiled. "Excuse me sir, but are you here for a room? If you need assistance I can certainly get someone," she said.

The bear smelled her before it heard her. The fuzzy wall started shifting, until a ginormous, mean looking bear head came into view. It snarled, then let out a ferocious roar. Clearly, it wasn't on speaking terms with anyone. To make sure the message was sent, the bear slashed at the door, four large claw marks broke through it, making parts of the door and the frame around it fall to the floor. It let out a curt snort, then turned back around and napped once more.

Edward smiled as he got an idea, "You know, I can appreciate someone who wants to cause violence, chaos, and all that good stuff for the sake of it. I will give you an offer. I could turn you into a supernatural and even enhance your further with magical powers to do whatever you please, so long as I am not harmed at all, directly or indirectly. Or, I could simply turn you into one of my pets. Oh, and you wanted to know his story. He is just a crippled dog I got to be company for another "pet" of mine, his story isn't that excited." he said, as Dutch just moaned a bit in response.

X, in his new grimly appearance, floated around the cage. He then turned his empathetic powers to push fear on to his captive. "Why should I answer any of your questions mortal. Do you really wish me to be honest? I grow bored of doing nothing, and any human that isn't the upper most elite of human intelligence is merely animals to any Cherubim who isn't brain dead. I do have some respect for humanity, however, I have realized I have zero respect for a murderer. And you don't just target supernatural, you target anything different, a human that knows to much about magic, or a werewolf, it is probably all the same to you. Just like a common rascit. I could torture you in many ways to punish you for your sins, I could drain all your will to live and give you to another supernatural to finish you off. I could just allow you to remain in this cemetery, until you beg me to allow you to die, and then I will just deprive you of water and food and watch your body slowly wither to nothing, or worst of all, I could ask to have you converted and send you back to your hunter friends. I am sure they will be glad to see... dead.

Sarah took a step back from the ursathrope, realizing the threat. She showed no worry over the sudden movement and instead trimmed her shirt. She gave a bigger smile and tilted her head slightly. "You know, I wouldn't' test your luck here. The Manager doesn't really like hostility towards his hotel especially with the past years. I'd be happy to mutilate you myself and dance across your fat corpse in your blood if you try anything!" Sarah happily said. "So I'd recommend leaving or renting a room before I do just that!"

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Rand narrowed his eyes, merely listening to the threats drone on from X. Arguing against the Cherubim would be pointless as he would just get angry and actually do something. Holding his anger back was always the hardest part. He just couldn't let X pick away at him or he would become even more vulnerable. He's a hypocrite as he's essentially trying to murder you now and all others humans before you. This is his method for tearing you apart and ripping your purpose, Rand though, breathing through his nose. "Then do away with me as you wish as you see me in a cage. What power do I have to resist?" Rand asked, still staring at the ground.

The bear was too tired to pick a fight here, and so instead chose to ignore it. The bear was silent, however a loud snoring could be soon heard. It's chest rose and fell as he dreamed dreams that an ursa dreamed. Normally they would be of simple things such as eating or chasing things. Right now he dreamed of chasing deer, however could never catch them. Odd, because normally he could outrun most deer. However, he didn't question it. He just kept running at a slow and steady pace attempting to outlast it. No luck, as it seemed to have infinite stamina. He let out a roar in frustration, and it involuntarily slipped out of his dream, and a slightly less loud roar could be heard from the hotel as he slept.

"I have decided you're punishment" the grim figure created by X spoke out. "Giving you death or power would be to good for you, instead I take a fee. As you killed in cold-blood without remorse or emotion, my fee is you're emotions. You shall sit in your cage helpless as you said in pure silence, looking at the graves of your victims with the same emotion-less eyes as you did when you first killed them. You will sit here with no sounds, with only thoughts you keep you occupied. I will allow you to sit here to you're on the end of death due to the edge of death due to hunger and thirst, and then I will force the nutrition down you're throat to continue you're suffering. You will only be allowed death when you grow to old to live. This is your punishment." he said, floating without a sound away from the cage, and as he did, he turned invisible. During his whole speech, and even the time after he pushed apathy and locked his captives emotions away from him.

He actually got this concept from one his "therapies" that was done by his community's leader, the one he drew dead in a later therapy. You would lock someone up in a confined room that was completely silent and then push apathy on the person. You would then wait a bit and then encourage another emotion response through another way. The idea was that it would allow the person to think and learn to control their emotion, but X knew it to be torture. Its whole purpose was break someone's will so you could reform them into whatever you wanted. When X went into that session, he was just a trouble maker, when he came out, he was a psychopath, or well on his way to becoming one.

X loved the genius of the technique, the silence promoted deep thought and slowly would drive the person crazy. You would then use empathy to slowly push false empathy onto a person, and then use some other way, normally illusions to create an actual emotional responce, this would break the mind and normally, with help of the silence, completely shatter a persons mind and will. If they tried to remain respond with apathy, than when you do ultimately shock them with another emotion, the shock is much greater. If they tried to react with that same emotion that you encouraged them to feel, the shock happens much quicker. If they tried to react with another emotion, than the shock still happens, as apathy naturally conflicts with any emotion by its very nature. There was only so long a person could fight this before they snap.

X almost felt sorry for the human, if this was torture to a master of emotions like a cherubim, than what would it be like for a fragile human. He knows the pain this so-called-therapy could bring, however, why should he care? The person in the cage is just a human, a non-entity, an animal, a toy for his amusement. The emotions of a human should be none of his worries, he could play with human emotions like the strings of a harp, the only importance they serve is to entertain him. This was strong and also slightly smart, but a strong and intelligent human is just an over-glorified, strong, intelligent ape. You need to be in the top ten IQs among humans to even be considered equals to the weakest of the supernatural.

He then snapped out of his thought and went back to his torture. All of the once blank grave turned to face Rand, and writings started to form on them. On one said, "Here lays a werewolf, executed by a hunter for the crime of picking flowers." Another said "Here lays a wizard, executed by a hunter for the crime of learning slightly to much magic to help the Hunter Cause." And another said, "Here lays a vampire, executed by a hunter for the crime of existing." and all of them had similar writing that all went to that basic formula.

Midnight paced in her room gentle as she sorted out her outfit to show more skin as well as made sure everything was in place for it. She smiled when the manager said he was sending her up a human to enjoy. She sat down on her bed and flexed her hand before she looked over at her potion collection. "Hmm, I wonder whatever happen to my Mistress Aqua. I've not seen her in the hotel since I got here, What about my dear old friend Samuel? I know he's here now" She though to herself before she sighed and instead leaned back and began to sing to herself. It was an old song that her mother had once sung to her called Daughter of the moon (Which evidently, Is what Delilah is to Mike. She is his daughter of the moon)

Eugene simply nodded and began speaking now that he had Chick's ears and full attention "I am looking for a lycan, two vampires, and a hand full of humans. You seem to have some history here, but the question is if the trust between us is... Legitimate." The Lycan said, his eyes never seeming to leave the girl. "I understand you know what the manager does to people who aren't in line, yes? The last thing I need is for you to push me out and call the guards on me so you get a brownie point from that man." He finished off with another chuckle and stood up, his smile fading.

"Perhaps you can help me find those people, eh? But first things first.. Cameras saw us go in here.. How does one convince a camera he had his way with someone unwilling? All I can think of is tearing up clothes. Any suggestions Chieka?" The lycan asked, his little wolfish ears doing a twitch. With the more relaxed and less intimate approached he felt more comfortable with being in this room with the girl he had just met, the one he was suppose to be treating as a servant,