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PostSubject: Where Angels Fear to Tred   Mon Jul 28, 2008 4:38 pm

Deep in the heart of purgatory the gothic spires towered high, reaching for the darkening sky like twisted, skeletal hands. Lonely gargoyles and stone carvings regarded the streets below with unseeing, uncaring eyes. In the maze of twisting streets, dark alleys and small buildings few heard the screams and fewer still cared.



The trio pulled her into the alley roughly. Hooting and jeering at the prospect of another destroyed life. A mind ruined and scarred by their cruelty. Lust demons... Most were dark seducers and powerful, overly pretty leechs that few upon the dark, heady desires of others. Draining their strength with each night of spent passion, leaving a withered husk of a person which begged them to drain them dry. But some like these filth enjoyed using lust to destory lifes in a more direct route. Replacing happiness and the joy of life with infinte terror. The young woman they had taken could not have been over twenty one. Beautiful and shaply. Her slanted eyes and tanned skin gave her the appearnce of an angel. The horrified look upon her innocent face feeding their dark thirst. Tearing the binds of her pretty lace top the largest of them pushed her to the ground. Smacking her hard across the face. " Will you beg us? Little girl? Beg us to spare you?" He grinned, his scarred lips curving into a hideous, mishapen grin. The pair flanking likewise grinned. Their eyes flashing a deep red.




" Will you beg me?" The voice cut the air like a keen blade. The pair flanking the larger demon turned. The leader simply remained with his knee on the young womans stomach but turned his head to look at the figure blocking the narrow alleyway. His large fingers closing around a huge, wickledy barbed knife and drawing it from his tall racing boots. " Look who it isint... The archangels little bitch. Come to join us in a little sport or has she got you on too tight a leash?" Cannan simply smiled politely. His hard, cold eyes set on the trio. " I'm in a good mood tonight. So I'll give you one chance to hand yourselfs over to Z's authority. He will probably be kinder than I." The trio laughed together and the leader stood. The alley was a dead end. blocked by an eight foot wall topped with steel juts. The young woman crawled as far back as she could, pushing her back against the corner. " What will you do Cannan? Shoot us?" He laughed once more, cruel and mocking. Despite the hideous scar crossing his lips he was a handsome man. His dark eyes and raven hair gave him the appearnce of a womans perfect desire. The pair flanking were more pretty than handsome. Fair haired and aquillan features. But nothing could guise the cruel, hawkish eyes of all three. It brought bile to his throat knowing he shared the blood of these creatures and much worse. Cannan too shared their looks and his appearnce changed often. The sin of vanity causing him to constantly change his hair and clothing. Tonight he was clad in a short leather jacket of black leather with his a similer black T-shirt. A grinning skeleton mounted on a white charger cradling a guitar was printed on the front. Leather trousers and tall work boots completed his attire. The long, tribal tattoo on his neck off-setting his pale skin. Pulling back the edge of his jacket to uncover the holster belt. The revolver hanging neatly in its holster by his right hip. The leaders features darkened. " Do you think you can take us all, lap-dog?" He growled, his hand went for his desert eagle. It didnt make it. Like quick silver Cannan drew his revolver and fired once. The round literally screamed like a banshee as it crashed into demonic flesh and bone. The demons brains misted out the back of his head in a mushroom cloud. The body stood for a few moments before collapsing. The smoke from Canna's revolver seemed to wail and writhe like a living thing, the other two scrambled for their guns and twice more the horrific wail sounded out. One fell clutching his chest while the other crumpled, his throat blown away by the massive calibre round. The recoil sent his jacket and hair drifting behind himm like he had been caught in a strong breeze. The unnatural weapon hissing like a cobra. Twirling it on his finger Cannan slapped it into the holster. The young woman was sobbing and when he approached she cried hysterically. Squatting before her he pulled off his jacket and slid it over her shoulders. " Go home. Now." She didnt need to be told any more than that and abandoning her high heels she sprinted home faster than a bullet from a rifle.



Alone now with the three steaming corpses Cannan sighed. This would no doubt end him up in yet more trouble with the laws of Purgatory. At least this time it wasnt some bar brawl or petty thing. He had did somthing good for once. He felt the kind act burning at his skin, as if somone had pushed a brand of heated metal right into his heart. Pulling a small silver case from his pocket he took one of the cigars and lit it from his zippo lighter. Replacing both in his jean pockets carefully he took several deep breaths before blowing the smoke into the air. Pulling on his fingerless racing gloves he strolled from the alley. His thoughts dark as he continued on to his real destination. The small violence had calmed him and felt it deep and soothing like a balm over a wound. Taking his mind from the difficult task ahead of him.

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PostSubject: Re: Where Angels Fear to Tred   Mon Jul 28, 2008 5:18 pm

Genesis was still trying to get the hang of teleportation. Cannan had showed her, but it was still a bit trickier than anyone realized. Rachel had left just moments before to find where Z was hiding, so deciding to try this teleportation gig one more time, she felt the space around her rift, shifting to her force of will, but she unfortunately didn't end up back at home like she had planned.

"Shit."

"Problem, little girl?"

Arching an eyebrow, Genesis turned those fiery eyes towards the source of the voice. "Belial." It was Cannan's brother and nemesis. Great. How in the name of Purgatory did she end up in the Kingdom of Lust?

"Genesis. I almost didn't recognize you." His white blond hair hung messily around a boyishly handsome face. He had tried to seduce her once, and only once. His brother had put quite the violent stop to that.

"That's a good thing, is it not?" Movement caught the corner of her left eye as his group of thuggish spawn fanned around her, forming a circle. Fuck. This wasn't going to be good. "I don't want trouble, Belial."

The smile that formed on his face was wickedly sinister. "Perhaps not, Genesis, but we do." He nodded once. One of the Demons behind her wrapped his arms around her in a bear hug, pinning her arms to her sides.

Sighing softly she let her body relax in what appeared to be defeat. Then suddenly, she struck backwards. The back of her skull coming in contact with the nasal cavity of the Demon who dared to touch her. Without waisting time, sue turned, her arm closing around his throat and with a fierce jerk, she snapped his neck. "Don't do this, Belial."

Another thug rushed her. Genesis pivoted on her heel, the flat of her palm connecting with the underside of his jaw so fiercely that it snapped his head back completely.

Cannan. Problem. Rifted to the wrong place and now your brothers groupies are trying to use me for a lustful pin cushion. I'm holding them off for the moment, but if one of them draws a weapon, I'm fucked.

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PostSubject: Re: Where Angels Fear to Tred   Mon Jul 28, 2008 5:43 pm

The message reached Cannan's mind and his features became dark. With little effort he felt his body melt and rift through time and space. The scent of the air changed and became heavy and sweet. Cannan was far more skilled at rifting and appeared just beyond the circle of demons. His fury brought a tangible coldness to the air. As if the kingdom itself shivered before his anger. Strolling up behind a large, broad set demon he lanced his hand into his back, fingers extended. They exited his chest in a spraw of blood. The demon stared in shock at the limb protruding from his chest before Cannan tore it clear. A smaller, whip lean demon pulled a pistol from his jacket and loosed a shot. It struck nothing but air as Cannan leaned to the side before darting in under the mans guard. Sezing his throat and groin he hefted him above his head and slammed his back onto an outstretched knee. Bending him backwards like a bow. The spawn faltered beneath the wrath of the first born and only Belial found the courage to rush him. His hands closed around a blade as he held it high above his head.



He found himself chocked by the barrel of a revolver slid between his teeth. Cannan's ice cold eyes stared into that of his brothers. Easing back the hammer his voice cut the musty air. " I am Cannan Meka Khaine.. Brother of this worthless piece of ophal. I am hell made flesh, I am life taker and soul drinker." His eyes moved from his brothers to regard the spawn. His eyes flashed dangerously and suddenly he seemed invincible, indomitable. In truth Cannan was neither, he could be killed just as easily as the lowest hellish spawn. But he knew how to work a situation, how to make himself become invincible in the eyes of his enemy. His voice carried an almost animal growl to it. " This night you lay hands upon my woman. Make no mistake I am going to kill you all, but I do not wish to do this before my wife. Tomorrow I will hunt you all and you will know terror and the abyss of death. Run home now... Get drunk, make love to your concubines and enjoy this night, for it is your last." The spawn slinked back like a scalded dog but waited to see what would become of their dark king. Cannan turned his eyes to his brother who was having difficulty not chocking on the cold metal of the barrel. " No last night for you my brother. I can forgive these scum because they knew not who she was but you, you knew perfectly well. Belial screamed before his skull was shattered, the body punched from its feet by the weapons power. The body blistered and decayed rapidly, the long march of years finally taking a toll. Cannan spat on the swiftly vanishing form before returning his revolver to its place of rest.




Turning from the scene he strode to her and sezied her chin tenderly, turning her face over and looking over her. Fussing over the small trickle of spawn blood that trickled down her skin. His lips touched her's softly before he wiped it away. " Your the second woman I've saved in the space of ten minutes. I'm going to end up a decent person if this keeps up. " Grumbling good heartedly he gave a warning glance to a spawn which ambled too close. His eyes flashing intensly, his fury sated breifly bu the death of his half breed brother. " I forgave him once, he earned his fate. Lets get out of here before I change my mind about letting them go." Brushing her hair from her face he felt himself calm even in the presence of his enemy. Ignoring the final moments of his once-brother.

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PostSubject: Re: Where Angels Fear to Tred   Mon Jul 28, 2008 5:57 pm

"Remind me to not teleport again with out an escort." Genesis mumbled slightly against Cannan's lips. Being pregnant, she felt helpless when once she could have mopped the floor with those pesky Demons, and with Belial. Not causing some damage was beginning to take a toll on the once vicious warrior. Reaching up, she ran the palms of her hands over her face just before Cannan brushed a section of hair from her eyes. On the way out the door, she grabbed his wrist and held his hand to her abdomen.

"He or she has been kicking up a storm for hours. Could it be twins?" Genesis needed something constructive, perhaps destructive to take her mind off of Hunting. Her former job was now in Cannan's hands, and they both knew it. At least until the baby, or babies were born. She had noticed, however, that her abilities at Magick had grown and were coming rather easily to her. If only she could get teleporting down...

If she hadn't been pregnant, they both know that Genesis would have never called Cannan to her side unless it had been a dire emergency, but she didn't want to risk her child, possibly children. They were first and formost in her mind now, in both of their minds. She generally didn't ask for help, but she knew when she needed it. "I think I'm going crazy, Cannan. I can't be pent up in that house constantly."

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PostSubject: Re: Where Angels Fear to Tred   Mon Jul 28, 2008 6:42 pm

" You better not. Next time I wont be as generous to whoever lays a finger on you." Touching his hand to her stomach he felt the movement beneath the flesh. He smiled only breifly before his eyes flicked to the corpses on the floor. " It might well be beloved. It wouldnt be surprised." Her job wasnt as intresting as he had expected. A few gutless creatures to deal with every so often. No wonder he was her favorite target. He knew at least how to provide a challange. He was also far more handsome than the other she hunted, he assured himself.




Locking his eyes on her's he spoke softly, his nose just a few inchs off her's. "Beloved, Even after the child or children are born I want you to call to me when your in danger. You are a great warrior but I could never forgive myself if somthing happened to us. We are not alone anymore. We have a family together and for that family we must stay alive and well. You dont need to be cooked up in that home of ours but you do need to stay safe. " Leading her outside he slammed the door shut behind them. Pulling his revolver clear he emptied the four spent shells and replaced them. The shells hissed as they hit the ground, turning from a sparkling silver to a dead, spent black.

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PostSubject: Re: Where Angels Fear to Tred   Tue Jul 29, 2008 3:14 pm

"If I wasn't pregnant, I certainly wouldn't have been generous." When his hand touched her stomach, even through the fabric of clothing, Genesis could feel the warmpth of his touch and it never failed to bring butterflys to her stomach. "Rachel said that she could feel two heart beats, but she wasn't a hundred percent positive that there's twins."

"I am trying to stay as safe as I possibly can, Cannan, but in our line of work, and who we are, that is more difficult than most people think." She reached out and gently grasped her husband chin with her thumb and index finger, tilting his face up so he was looking directly at her and not distract with reloading his Revolver.

"But I promise to call on you. You know that I am not going to do anything foolish while carrying our child, or children. He, she, or they are the most important thing right now."

"How touching." A voice sounded from behind Cannan. Her gaze shifted and there stood her husbands father Marchosias the ruler over the Kingdom of Lust. "I am not here to cause you harm, Genesis, so there is no need to become nervous at my presence. I heard of the news of not only your marriage to my son, but the fact that you are now one of us and carrying what could possibly be my grandchildren. Belial's fate was just deserved for attempting to harm you and so I will leave his soul in the hands of Lucifer. My brother, Belial, ruler of Wrath sends his congradulations as well."

Genesis was speechless, even while her hand still rested against Cannan's chin.

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PostSubject: Re: Where Angels Fear to Tred   Tue Jul 29, 2008 3:48 pm

" I'll hold you to it" His eyes locked on her's as he reloaded his revolver by touch. Sliding the solid silver shells into the empty spaces and clicking the clyinder back in place. " Rachel has made her way to Purgatory? She's probably right then. She has a thing with children." The voice cut the air behind him, tugging bile from Cannan's stomach.



"How unpleasent..." He whispered, his thumb easing back the hammer on his revolver. " What do you want? If its to avenge the son you've lost I'd change my mind. I killed somone I was almost fond of tonight. I have no problem ending your life." Cannan turned to face the demon, Partially blocking his sigh of Gene. There was no love lost between the pair. His " father" had always been jealous of what Cannan presented to the demonic line. A creature not bound by the confines of but one sin. Able to walk amoung hell at will. Growing strong not only off the one sin but being fed by all. Cannan on the other hand simply didnt like the line of Khaine, the humanity in him hated them for being what they were. Killers, murderers and scum. Cannan's pride hated them for being inferior. Creatures bound always to walk but one path and never see the many. " I'll tell you where you can put your congratulations and dear old uncles too... This child will be raised never knowing so much as your name. Your line will know no heir.



Slipping his left hand into Gene's he kept the other on his revolver. " Lets be out of here... The stink became about as bareable as the company."

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PostSubject: Re: Where Angels Fear to Tred   Tue Jul 29, 2008 3:57 pm

She was still blinking rapidly when Cannan took her hand. For as long as they had been married, she had never once been shown any form of kindness by his family. Why should she? As far as they were concerned, she was the enemy. Now they wanted to make ammends? Eyes finally narrowing slightly, she slipped her hand from Cannan's and moved closer to Marchosias. When she was nearly face to face with her "father in-law", she finally let loose everything she had ever wanted to say.

"You expect to be one big happy family now that I am no longer an Archangel? You expect me to push aside all that you have tried to do to me? Well let me tell you something, Marchosias." Genesis nearly touched his nose with hers. "Fuck you." With disgust, she turned away from the Elder Demon and returned back to her husbands side where she belonged. Her hand, automaticly returning to his.

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PostSubject: Re: Where Angels Fear to Tred   Tue Jul 29, 2008 5:12 pm

A smirk crossed his features as he heard her say what she had wanted to say since they had wed. The day the bastard first set his foot in the door of Cannan's new life. Linking his fingers with her Cannan walked to the door hand in hand. His fingers fell away from the revolver and he flipped the bird over his shoulder which only added to the fury etched on the demons face.

The streets of the kingdom of lust were no diffrent from those in any of the other kingdoms. The same gothic spires stood tall over the city. However the kingdom was an endless parade of brothals and strip-joints. Most of the denizens mortal or otherwise dressed sensually. Each person was impossibly beautiful and could turn a mortals knee's to jelly with but a passing glance. A man pushed off the wall to Cannans right and walked with unnatural grace to stand infront of them. " How much for her? I'll pay in gold or slaves." Cannan's brow twitched as the stress of the night began to ware in. " Remove yourself from my sight or I will cut your eyes out, I will take your tounge, your ears and your legs. All three of them. Be glad I dont take your eyes just for setting your bastard gaze upon her." The man blanced and returned to his wall. Sighing Cannan spat in his direction. " I hate this realm."

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PostSubject: Re: Where Angels Fear to Tred   Tue Jul 29, 2008 5:54 pm

"You and I both." Genesis mumbled, bringing herself closer to her husbands side. She felt unease here. The glance, the stares and the comments were proving to be too much, especially tonight. If anyone else came up to them, she feared that she was going to kill them without a second thought. Absent mindedly, she splayed her palm across her stomach, feeling the life she carried. Concentrating slightly, she noticed Rachel was right. There was two heart beats.

"Let's go home, Cannan. I'm feeling very uneasy tonight."

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