[hr][hr][center][img]http://i1289.photobucket.com/albums/b518/ThetaOswin/Altsoba%20Update_zpsmrjzomag.png[/img][/center][hr][center][@Witch Cat] [@Lady Amalthea] [@BlueSky44] [@Pundii] [@Nallore][/center][hr][hr][@Nallore]: Scarlett doesn't seem to remember you all too fondly. Either that, or she sees the camera clutched in Sam's hands. The dog is pretty friendly (Rex) and comes up to Sam for pets, but Scarlett won't have any of it. "I can't have a reporter here. It's a goddamn crime scene!" Scarlett explains, before motioning for security. Should Sam argue, they'll slap cuffs on her and drag her to the station. 

[@Witch Cat]: Sylvia's computer dings, indicating she's received an email. The email is from the Police Chief back home, and the words are grim at best. It turns out that there was a fire. Her brother didn't survive. They need her to come and identify his remains as soon as she is able, and they offer their condolences for her loss. Her spirit guide is silent on the matter, neither confirming or denying the tragedy. 

[@Witch Cat]: As Eudora's chatting to the cat, she's in the middle of the road. Let me repeat. Eudora is in the middle of the road, with panicked citizens running around, attempting to seek shelter. One of these cars happens to not notice Eudora, and the old woman is hit. Rather than falling underneath its wheels, she falls onto the sidewalk, badly injured but alive. 

[@Pundii]: Aloise nods, listening to his explanation. [color=#00ffcc]"Sounds like some sort of shifter. Any idea where it is?"[/color] Aloise asks, only for Sariel to appear, weeping. The angel is entirely despondent, hardly saying anything. Her hands are shaking, and by the look on her face, something terrible has happened. "My brother is free," Sariel whispers, her voice filled with terror. "He has risen." 

[@Pundii]: Jade doesn't speak on the ride to Howard's. Her eyes are open, but she isn't paying attention to much in particular. If Darren attempts to speak to her, he'll get simple responses. However, that's a miracle, given what she's been through (see her CS for details if curious). They make it to Howard's home fine, and the front door is wide open. The man is sprawled in the corner, dead. If Darren searches the home, the angel blade is nowhere to be found. 

[@Pundii] [@Lady Amalthea]: Yuck, you guys made me gag [i]again[/i]. So good job. :P Unfortunately, LLA seems to share my revulsion. Perhaps Belladonna was a bit distracted with Javier, perhaps one of the children messed with the pot, or perhaps the universe just decided to be an asshole. The breakfast that smelled so wonderful...Well, a chemical reaction occurs, and it explodes. The breakfast flies all over the room, getting on the walls. Fortunately, no one is injured. 

[@BlueSky44]: When the sheriff comes, the adult organizing the shelter is so relieved. The pair of them move over to the corner to chat, and she explains that in one of the other rooms, a kid went crazy. There were a handful of casualties from the attack, and she can't just let everyone leave, they've got nowhere safe to be...But where they are now, it isn't safe. Meanwhile, with the adult volunteer out of the way, Katsumi's got an opening to escape. 

[@Lady Amalthea]: Sorreast smiles a bit, seeing the salt. "You won't need that. Say yes." And in an instant, Sorreast pulls out an angel blade -- the one Howard had prior -- and stabs herself. Her face flickers, a neon light show in her eyes, as she falls to the ground. Her blood pools on the ground, swirling in circles as a blinding light appears. The presence is calming and dangerous, whispering to Amy all of the thoughts she never dared say. It is Lucifer.

[@Lady Amalthea]: As Danica turns her head, she'll notice a laptop. On the laptop is a video, Danica'll likely recognize the face. It's the face of the girl who broke into the library. Adriana Byrd is her name, as she'll likely learned from looking through all of her notes. A sticky note on the laptop reads simply "PLAY ME." PM for a transcript of the video if Danica decides to play it. 
[hr][hr][center][img]https://s22.postimg.io/xa06t5atd/lucifer.png[/img]

[img]https://67.media.tumblr.com/8945bcd0041a3a8883c460ad1460848a/tumblr_oblsn1scly1v70u1fo1_500.gif[/img][/center][hr][center][url=https://youtu.be/26wrvblgGP0]Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap - ACDC[/url][/center][hr][hr]Beyond the reaches of human sight yet within the realm of nightmares and terrors, the Morningstar lies awake. The bars of his cage, sealing him inside and rendering his power useless, ineffective, have steadily evaporated that morning. His last and greatest lieutenant, with the task of vanquishing the final seal, had assured him that it would be a matter of moments, once his vessel was located. Others had fought the angels consistently, ensuring that his return would not be too far delayed. 

Fire danced around the cell, as Lucifer slowly sat to his feet, a wicked smile snaking around his face. In the flames, he could see all that happened, including the events in the desolated town. Altsoba, that was what they called it. It was there that his brother, the treacherous Michael, cast him into hell. A quiet small town, living above the [i]true[/i] roots of evil. Had he been his father, he would have remarked it to be poetic, a form of justice. 

[color=red]"It is time,"[/color] Lucifer whispered, waving his hand. The bars of his cage melted away. Clad in nothing, only numerous tattoos obscuring the vision from his nearly perfect form, Lucifer stepped out of the cage. Nothing prevented him, nothing stopped him. Demons swirled around in glee, watching as their father, their creator, had been freed. Throwing his head back, Lucifer cackled, simple garb appearing on his form. A leather jacket, jeans, and boots. No shirt. It was just the way the devil liked it. 

[color=red]"Dr. Amy Leon Chang..."[/color] Lucifer murmured. [color=red]"My vessel."[/color]