KuroTenshi

The Hidden People

Rikive shot up to her feet when Parael curled in on himself as though he was in pain and started yelling at her. Something was happening, damn the heavenly realms! Someone was doing something to Parael's sword. Panic rushed through her, not sure what Parael meant by her needing to leave for her own safety.

"What's wrong?" She asked him, grabbing onto his shoulders. "Nevermind my safety, you're the one under attack! Please, tell me what's happening Parael. What in the Nine worlds are they doing to you?"

Why couldn't she have inherited better magical skills from her mother? If she had better developed magic, maybe she could have battled against whatever was happening to her friend. A human and a Light Elf have a halfling child and that mortal could wield magic and cast spells on par with their supernatural parent. They were some of the most powerful mages to walk the Earth.

Yet she was the offspring of a damned God and a Light Elf and the only magic she could cast was to heal bodily injuries. Even then there was a limit and it could be a drain on her. She had never felt so frustrated with her lack of magic until now, when her friend, someone she thought of as a brother, was clearly suffering in front of her and she couldn't do a thing to stop it.

It brought forth the fresh memory of watching Parael die under her hands. She could almost feel the warm, slick substance of his blood on her hands again.

She caught herself before she tightened her grip on Parael and took in a deep breath. She may not have magic, but she did have her strength. She had Winterthorn. There was magic in that stubborn, dusty old blade, she knew there was. She was going to unlock it if it was the last thing she did.

The Hidden People

I thought of Donatella Versace and what she'd do with magic. Such as fixing that botched plastic surgery...at any cost.

@HeySeuss

*googles*

JESUS!

Oh, wait

ODIN!

Yeah black magic is the only thing that'd fix that O.o

Or, you know, golden apples XD

Divine Hijinks

The demon dead, Rikive yanked out her sword and dropped down to her knees. She stabbed the blade into the concrete, gripping it tightly and leaning on it to remain upright. She breathed heavily, a cold sweat starting to break out on her skin. The pain in her arm was starting to spread up to her shoulder and across her chest.

It felt like a million, red hot pins were being stuck into her skin. She gritted her teeth and forced herself to look up at Parael when he spoke to her. "Pain!" She hissed out through her teeth. She squeezed her eyes tight and ducked her head back down, pressing it to the cool metal of her sword. "It's...spreading!" She explained through labored breaths.

The Hidden People

Rikive's eyes widened hearing his voice break, hearing the pain in it, just as much as the words. So the sword that she saw Parael use wasn't his. Nemsemet had Parael's real sword? This was bad, this was very bad. She took in a deep breath, collecting herself so she appeared calm and opened the bathroom door, stepping inside.

Seeing Parael scared and on the verge of tears made her heart ache. She walked over to him and crouched down next to him. She reached out and gripped his hand, squeezing it gently yet firmly. She couldn't lie to him and tell him everything would be okay. It wasn't okay.

If the enemy had Parael's sword, they had him over a barrel.

"We'll get it back." She promised him, looking up at him and smiling as best she could. She hoped they could get it back before anything was done to Parael, but she wasn't sure. If at this very moment Nemsemet or one of the people that served him had it in their possession...They might already be too late.

"I'll get it back." Rikive promised a bit more firmly, squeezing his hand. "You're my brother Parael. I'm right here with you and I'll do whatever I can to help you."

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So, I'm a leader now. Rikive thought to herself, standing up from where she sat and watched a few of the other's head into the room to 'question' the vampire. She as confident they would be able to take care it while she rested before their next move. Walking to the room where her sword and cot were, she considered the idea of approaching the Fairy Queen. She said that she didn't trust her, but she hadn't completely dismissed the idea.

Despite Karram's loyalty and protest, Rikive still doubted the Queen's trustworthiness. She had met her once and the encounter had...gone less then well, to say the least. The Queen of Fairies seemed prone to flights of fancy and other such whims. One day she may agree to help them, but the next she could bury a knife in their backs and turn them over to Nemsemet.

Or she could be allies with Nemsemet already and trying to go to her would result in their destruction. It was true that de Lacy hadn't been able to control the Fairy Court, but Nemsemet clearly didn't operate like de Lacy.

Would the benefits of an alliance outweigh the risks though? The kind of magic Fairies held was nothing to scoff at and would be immensely beneficial. But it was also why she was so wary. The Queen certainly wouldn't help them for free either.

She could hear two sets of conversation inside of the bunker, one was the interrogation of the vampire and the other sounded like it was between Flint and Parael. The conversations overlapped, making it hard for her to distinguish what was being said other than a few key words here and there. It sounded like Parael was telling Flint about his true nature as a Celestial. Nothing overtly concerning, but Parael's tone sounded off. Not surprising, she knew how Parael felt about his...retirement.

Frowning, she wondered how he was handling having his wings back. She hadn't had much of a chance to talk to him about everything that happened. Check on her friend and then she would lay down for a few hours. Rikive blinked when Flint emerged from the bathroom in front of her, flask in hand and she wanted to shake her head. She let him pass before walking up to the door and standing next to it, not wanting to go inside out of respect for Parael's privacy.

"Parael? Are you alright?" She asked, leaning her shoulder against the doorframe.

Divine Hijinks

Rikive didn't move as the demon rushed her, her green eyes narrowed into a hard glare as she held still and waited. The demon was quick, but so was she. At the last possible second she lunged up with her sword and cut up through the demons stomach and torso. She rammed it into it's heart, digging her bare feet against the ground so she could stop the demon's charge.

Winterthorn was a powerful blade, but she had never used it to kill a demon. Her uncle had said it could be used to 'destroy the wicked' but was it strong enough to kill a demon?

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Went ahead and posted a reaction to the witch holding Parry's sword. If you want to have a back-and-forth with Parry and the antagonists or just react to that, let me know :P

@Trinais

Can I have Rikive come check on him?

Divine Hijinks

Rikive's eyes widened when the Celestial warrior vanished into thin air. The stinger came at her faster than an arrow and she jumped to the side to avoid it. However the stinger was fast and the venomous tip grazed her arm.

She stumbled to the ground, gritting her teeth in pain. Her skin started to hiss as though it was on fire and began to fester like an infected wound. "Bastard!" She shouted at the demon.

Divine Hijinks

Rikive unsheathed her blade, annoyed she was going to be fighting half naked. She slipped off her sandals before charging at the spider with her sword poised for attack. The spider looked at her and hissed, one of it's legs lashing out to strike at her. Rikive swiftly dodged the attack and cut off the leg the offending limb.

It growled, striking at her again with one of the back legs. Rikive moved to dodge it and ended up moving into the path of another striking leg. It hit her and sent her flying into a dumpster in the alley. She hit the metal hard, leaving a sizable dent where her back hit it.

Growling to herself, she stood back up and charged at the Demonic spider again.

Divine Hijinks

Rikive gasped when she saw the demon's true form and the woman it held in it's clutches. A warrior of the Heavens it would appear. Though she looked like she was losing her battle to the demon. She backed Parael up so he was behind her and held her hand out to him. "Parael, I think you should give me my sword." She said slowly and in a low tone so as to not attract the attention of the spider demon.