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Of Heroes and Demons

Isaura wiped her brow as Azazel and her seemed to be fighting an endless stream of demons. However Isaura was pulling from the aura of each conquered demon and she was hiding small balls of energy to call upon if she ever did grow too weak. She knew that to absorb the power now would only make her a target. She had to keep it separate so that when the mind-flayer drained her of energy she would still have some left.
Finally they made it to the where Alicia was keeping Alucard and Isaura almost rant to the man that she considered her father, only to have Azazel grab her by her shoulder and shake her head. She looked into Alucard's eyes and the bleak emptiness she say in his eyes cause a shiver to run up her spine.
"Fa- Master," Isaura says softly tears threatening to blur her vision.
Alucard cocked his head to the side and smiled, all fangs before he advanced on them.

Arcanum

Harlem would laugh as she picked up her Stitch and threw him into the air causing him to yell and twist before she caught him again and kisses his face. She nuzzled her familiar and was pleasantly surprised at the purring sound he made.
"Uh, Jace," Harlem started nervously, "not that I mind or anything but I think a certain someone doesn't like where your hand is."
Harlem moves Stitch onto her shoulder before picking up the real Meggido and scratching behind his ear. "Ready to go now?" she asked teasingly as Meggido nods distractedly.

Of Heroes and Demons

Isaura would make a pained sound at the sound of Alucard's roar. She didn't want to think about the strong male she considered her father as anything less than the strong warrior she knew him to be. She squashed whatever emotions swelled up inside her. She couldn't think about that right now. She thought about Zayden then. Zayden who she hoped to see when this whole thing was over. She hoped that Zayden was doing okay. He was safe at home and she was glad for that. She smiled ever so slightly at this thought.
She knew that she could not allow her thoughts to wander. She had to focus. She would not allow the bond she had with Alucard to be used against them. Se would not allow this mission to have occured in vain. She took a moment to reach out for Alucard to see if she could still feel his energy and her body shuddered with how weak his own aura was.

Arcanum

Stitch sniffs Bryce and Meggido before sniffing Jace and Sophie and then moving back to Harlem. "Mischief is, uh, playful and maybe a wittle teasing. Sometimes it can cause trouble but the big people will protect us, right?"
Harlem smiles and says, "of course sweetie." She looks at Jace and Sophie before nodding and saying, "Okay," with a smile and a blush. "We should go. I think we are going," she says to Meggido. "Are we going?" she says trying to mimic the tone of Meggido.

Of Heroes and Demons

Isaura forced herself to remember that their enemy was a mind reader and focused her thoughts on Zayden. The transition of her thoughts was easy enough to achieve. She missed him with such a deep longing that the intensity of her feelings surprised even her. She sighed as she closed her eyes and thought about the way Zayden made her feel. She felt warm and happy at just the thought of him. She sighed as she wondered what he was doing. She hoped that he was okay. He had to be. She bit her lip and let the happy thoughts settle as she readied herself for the fight she knew they would be facing.

Arcanum

Harlem couldn't help the giggle that left her mouth at the adorableness of Meggido. Stitch only huffed that the attention was no longer on him, but he instantly calmed when Harlem hugged him tighter as if subconsciously seeking to reassure him.
"Well," Harlem would say nervously, "I don't have many friends so I am actually unsure of how the friendship works," she would pause briefly before adding, "I would like very much if we could be friends though. That is if Stitch agrees, of course."
She looks down at Stitch who seems to not like the idea at all but then asks, "Will you get into mis-mis-mischief with me?" he asks seriously but low enough for only Meggido to hear. Stitch winks and climbs up Harlem and says, "I wanna be friends. Can we?" he begs.
"Well that isn't exactly up tp me," she says softly in response, "But so do I."

Of Heroes and Demons

Isaura said a soft prayer as she readied herself for the day. She didn't want to think of what that evil woman must be doing to her father. That thought would only serve to make her heart ache. She knew that whatever Alucard was going through that it wasn't pleasant and that she had to save him. He had to know that she was forever grateful for all that he had done for her. She thanked whatever deity out there for listening to her.
She gently touched her heart as she thought about her father. She could feel Azazel's aura, ever potent against hers and she turned blind eyes towards him before abruptly turning and walking in the direction of her father. The closer she drew the more she feel the drain of his own energy exho inside of her. Suddenly she stopped and turned toward Azazel.
"We are close," she states softly.

Arcanum

Harlem picked up her familiar and cradled him in her arms.
“I, Stitch,” the blue furry creature told her. She wasn’t quite sure what he was but she could not hide the fact that she thought he was the most adorable creature ever.
“I am Harlem,” she says with a smile while pressing her nose to his. Harlem stroked her Stitch while he looked around. He was about the size of an infant and was about the weight of one too. She pet his blue fur and dug into her pocket of her jacket to take out the small doll that had always given her comfort. Stitch was all but shaking from anxiety because of the many faces, scents, and sounds and so Harlem was going to give him the thing that always gave her the courage to smile.
“Mine?” Stitch croaks although he had already taken the doll and was now cuddling it.
“Yes yours,” Harlem said, happy that she could make her familiar happy. She couldn’t feel the happy tears from spilling from her eyes as she hugged Stitch closer to her. He was hers, all hers, and already she felt so fiercely protective of him.

Harlem

What Stitch currently looks like

What Stitch will evolve into

Of Heroes and Demons

Isaura frowned as Azazel explained who, or rather what, that thing was. A queen. A mind-flayer. Her heart hurt. She had to get Alucard back. She would do whatever it took to save him. He was the only parent she ever knew and his life, in her opinion, was worth infinitely more than hers. A
"So she feeds on the energy of others?" Isaura asks.
Azazel nods tersely, "And she would know that we are close. That we are coming for her. This will be no easy task."
Isaura's heart throbbed painfully. There had never been a time where she had genuinely feared for Alucard. He was her fearless protector and limitless in his power. Isaura turned away from Azazel and closed her eyes forcing herself to relax. She took a deep breath and steeled her resolve. She didn't care how it happened, but Alucard would be saved.

Of Heroes and Demons

It was probably when they were about to set up camp that Isaura felt something. Eyes glazing over she began to follow the strings of the bond closer to Alucard. She shook her head and tried to focus but the tugging of the ropes made it impossible. She cried out for Azazel in a strangled voice at the images flashing in her mind.
For a moment she snapped out of whatever had been trying to drag her away when Azazel grabbed her and wrapped his arms around her. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly as she tried to think more clearly.
“I think, I think,” she stuttered as she rubbed at her aching chest. “I think we are close to him,” she stated slowly, “I think that was him reaching out for me,” she frowned as the pressure eased as she paced.
“I saw what I think was a female torturing him,” she shivered as a cold passes through her remembering the way the aura had flickered and curled, “She had what I think was tentacles.” Isaura shook her head and turned to Azazel who did not look pleased at all by what he had heard.