Hope stayed silent as she looked at the others. She wasn't the one to speak first, because of her shyness. So instead she just observed the others.

KatherinWinter said
Katherin indicated to the overhead. It would be the easiest way for Kyo to cach but. He could read the fact that they were immortal. That they were being chased by one of their own. He could read about how they all had unique demons that they had to deal with.

At Katherin's gesture, the dark-haired boy looked up to see the information that had been shared previous to his arrival. His eyes widened slightly as he read the shocking news. Immortal...? Hunted? Demon Lord? What have we fallen into...? It really was like a fantasy series or something, yet the fact that it might actually be happening was a bit jarring to realize. Was this really true? It would certainly explain a lot...

Typing on the tablet for a moment, he set the device to read out the words. "Katherin, has anyone encountered these hunters yet?" The settings kept the male voice in a British accent, a feature that he had grown quite used to in the time that he had used the device for communication.

I have to.Katherin wrote on the projector. I have encountered the leader of the hunters. He is the keeper of Distrust. The demon has convinced the human that he is an angel and that it is his duty to destroy us. she explained. It hurt more then it should. Since she didnt know the human. She figured it was her demon's pain that she was experincing.

Well, that certainly was not a good thing. Someone like that did not sound like they could be easily persuaded, although it did make the boy wonder how exactly the leader had managed to convince others that this was a necessary task. "What was he like? And what exactly happened? Do you remember?"

Dante just sat back in his chair and listened to the others he was stuck with them and he had to deal with that he would at least protect them if it came to it since Katharin had given him a place to stay in this manor of hers.

YamiCuoreLaroux said
Well, that certainly was not a good thing. Someone like that did not sound like they could be easily persuaded, although it did make the boy wonder how exactly the leader had managed to convince others that this was a necessary task. "What was he like? And what exactly happened? Do you remember?"

I remember it wasnt that long ago. The human is a psychologist. He is 72. I had gone to him shortly after I received my demon. I thought I was having a nervous breakdown or something. So I gone to him for help. Of course the minute I tried to tell him what the problem was I spoke ever secret I knew, including his, instead. Hearing his secrets from someone that shouldn't know them plus the demon lord whispering that I was evil. He decided that he had to destroy me and those like me. Of course by then he already knew everyone's name and location. Katherin explained.

Fire roared into existence, filling the ashy confines of a dark fireplace. The large estate of a castle held many rooms and hallways. Among them was a darkened study, lit only by the flickering glow of fresh flames lapping up a chimney. The room was empty and cold until it became filled with a chilling presence. An unseen force slowly turned a sofa chair sitting just in front of the fireplace toward a small mahogany coffee table. Likely the same mysterious force that began pouring a kettle of tea into a small porcelain teacup which also appeared out of nowhere. Amongst the empty halls was a small gathering. Those that hosted demons inside of themselves had been invited and now searched for answers or what have you. The culmination of these souls drew the wayward attention of an observant shadow. A shadow that now enjoyed its tea before the crackling flames that lit the room of the study. Despite the fire, the room did not grow any warmer.

Morric said
Fire roared into existence, filling the ashy confines of a dark fireplace. The large estate of a castle held many rooms and hallways. Among them was a darkened study, lit only by the flickering glow of fresh flames lapping up a chimney. The room was empty and cold until it became filled with a chilling presence. An unseen force slowly turned a sofa chair sitting just in front of the fireplace toward a small mahogany coffee table. Likely the same mysterious force that began pouring a kettle of tea into a small porcelain teacup which also appeared out of nowhere. Amongst the empty halls was a small gathering. Those that hosted demons inside of themselves had been invited and now searched for answers or what have you. The culmination of these souls drew the wayward attention of an observant shadow. A shadow that now enjoyed its tea before the crackling flames that lit the room of the study. Despite the fire, the room did not grow any warmer.

Dante stood up when he felt a unnerving chill go down his spine wraith was talking to him he started walking for the stairs he slowly started walking up then as wraith spoke to him, "Dante the pale horseman is close by proceed with caution." Dante nodded his head and continued up the stairs. Dante knew little about the fourth horseman, he knew that wraith was a demon lord of calamity and everywhere he went there was deaths meaning him and Death knew each other. Dante contained upstairs till he saw the flickering of fire coming from under the door to what appeared to be a study, Dante approached the door slowly putting his hand on the door handle and twisting it slowly.

A deep frigid sensation stung the fingers of the hand that wrapped around the doorknob to the study. A dead silence roamed the halls with this ominous room at its heart. A low creak broke the silence as the door opened on its own. Within the dimly lit study, the dull rumble of the fireplace quietly filled the room with the occasional crackle of charred wood. The room appeared empty, yet there was a definite entity within. An almost overwhelming presence. What could not be seen by mortal eyes was clear to the spirits of pandora's box; A rather tall, slender gentleman dressed in a suit darker than shadows. In one gloved hand was a pale teacup half full of tea. In the other, some literature on eighteenth century london.

KatherinWinter said
Katherin explained.

..."Understood."
Well, that certainly wasn't good. It was fortunate that Katherin had the foresight to get them out of their previous locations, though. He certainly would not have expected an attack where he was before, though he supposed that he probably would have had a little time with the distance. Still, he only hoped that nobody had been unlucky enough to be caught before getting the message and finding their way to this place.

"Is there a name or a physical description that we should know? The more we know, the more I am sure that we will be able to avoid future captures."

Morric said
A deep frigid sensation stung the fingers of the hand that wrapped around the doorknob to the study. A dead silence roamed the halls with this ominous room at it's heart. A low creak broke the silence as the door opened on its own. Within the dimly lit study, the dull rumble of the fireplace quietly filled the room with the occasional crackle of charred wood. The room appeared empty, yet there was a definite entity within. An almost overwhelming presence. What could not be seen by mortal eyes was clear to the spirits of pandora's box; A rather tall, slender gentleman dressed in a suit darker than shadows. In one gloved hand was a pale teacup half full of tea. In the other, some literature on eighteenth century london.

"The pale horseman I presume?" Dante said walking into the room closing the door behind him he found a seat and turned towards the man drinking tea, wraith was going to speak for him. Dante felt it would be easier that way.

"I'd like to think I've tanned just a tad since arriving here." Replied Death in a smug, slightly english tone. The sight of him put a strain on human eyes. Even with the influence of another entity, his image flickered like a mirage to the mortal soul. "Fancy some tea?" He asked, a gloved hand motioning to another small white teacup which hadn't been there before. It was half filled with what smelled of Earl Grey and just a bit of milk and sugar. The aroma wafted up on the steamy vapor that rose from the cup.

Morric said
"I'd like to think I've tanned just a tad since arriving here." Replied Death in a smug, slightly english tone. The sight of him put a strain on human eyes. Even with the influence of another entity, his image flickered like a mirage to the mortal soul. "Fancy some tea?" He asked, a gloved hand motioning to another small white teacup which hadn't been there before. It was half filled with what smelled of Earl Grey and just a bit of milk and sugar. The aroma wafted up on the steamy vapor that rose from the cup.

"It would be a pleasure." Dante replied he felt wraith trying to take control he wanted to speak to the horseman himself. Dante grabbed the tea cup and sipped it trying to distract himself but it was too late, wraith already had control. A devilish grin appeared on Dante's face and his eyes were slowly consumed in balck. "Why are you here horseman?" Wraith put his leg across the other and took another sip out of the cup the contents was different now though, it was a deep shade of crimsion and appeared to be a fine wine.

"Oh just thought I'd catch up on some reading. Humans have been quite busy over these last few centuries." Pages ruffled as an unseen influence flipped through the book in Death's hand as he spoke. "It's just my luck that the owner of this estate keeps such a collection of literature." A cold, hallowed gaze rose from the tome and met with Dante, piercing through his soul and looking onto the entity within him. "Oh but what's this? The ill tempered one in my presence? I must be getting quite a bit older than I expected if infantile whelps like you have gained the courage to look upon me directly." The subtle curl of a halfhearted grin grew across Death's face as he set down his cup. "But wouldn't you know it? Here we are. So to what do I owe this inconvenient pleasure?"

Wraith chuckled lightly, "You can't say you haven't missed collecting all the souls of those I've killed in the past, but you've come into a manor filled with demon lords. Was this not intentional or can you just smell the violence that will follow us." Wraith said with a sinister grin. "Be wary of your words nephilim, I know of your past sins. But to come here you you're self must have wanted a audience with us so called whelps. So state your business rider." Wraith said putting down his empty cup.

The air became tense for a moment as the gazes of ancient eyes were exchanged. Finally Death gestured his hand toward the young man, almost as if to pull the very soul from his body. But instead, the keys of an oak piano sitting in the corner behind him began to play a melody. "Tut tut boy. Wouldn't want to stir up that indomitable temper of yours now would we?" Death's eyes fell back to the pages of his book, his grin fading into an emotionless gaze. "Haven't you heard? The big bad wolf is coming to town...and he wants to eat you all up. I rather think it a befitting end for a lot of self serving leaches like you demon lords." The page turned. "Yet...I find myself bound to be here, all because an ignorant little girl didn't know how to read a do not open sign. So why am I here you ask?" The book slammed closed as cold eyes of death slowly rose back back to look upon Dante, staring passed the demon within him to see the mortal. "The question is why do you think you're here...Dante Grim?" A low creak escaped the seat as Death slowly leaned forward, anticipating the young mans answer.

YamiCuoreLaroux said
..."Understood." Well, that certainly wasn't good. It was fortunate that Katherin had the foresight to get them out of their previous locations, though. He certainly would not have expected an attack where he was before, though he supposed that he probably would have had a little time with the distance. Still, he only hoped that nobody had been unlucky enough to be caught before getting the message and finding their way to this place. "Is there a name or a physical description that we should know? The more we know, the more I am sure that we will be able to avoid future captures."

His name is Maxwell Hopkins. I have a picture. Katherin wrote on the projector. She frowned when she realized that Dante had taken off. Where could he have gone? 'Wrath is talking to death in the library' Secrets whispered in her head. Come one. Let's go round up the other two. I'll show everyone at the same time.

Other two? Kyo wondered if she meant the boy who had left, but that would still leave one missing... unless there was another person he hadn't seen before? Either way, it only made sense to follow Katherin, so he nodded and rose from his seat. "Understood."

(Extra post. Please ignore.)

Katherin grabbed her notebook before leading Kyo down the halls. The library was one if her favorite rooms. She spent alot of time there especially since her family's death there was something comforting about being surrounded by lives that never end. One comfort she took was the new family she was building was eternal. She would never morn another death.