In the darkest hour [cw]

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Time: Midnight. February 27, 2021.
Location: Blackwell Road 14 in Moonlight Falls.
Weather: -4°C and cloudless.
Dedicated to: @Cecilia

Content warning: Violence
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It was the very witching time of night when graveyards yawned and hell itself breathed out contagion to the world. You could feel it in the air. The bad breath of malevolence. And he was afraid it meant he'd showed up too late. The graveyard was shadowed by a heavy fog that hadn’t been there just when he'd walked on the road. And every other step the ground moved underneath him. As if the death were disturbed by his presence. And a bit further ahead a dark manor was unveiled. Curtains covered every window, but a slight crack in one of them revealed a lid room on the ground floor. He’d heard vile rumors of the coven who owned it. That they performed black magic every full moon. Even necromancy. He’d heard a prayer from within the manor, from a girl pleading for God's help. It was that kind of desperate cry that only meant one thing. That she was going to die if nobody answered.

Michael didn’t know how many witches he was going up against, but he had to try to save the girl before she was sacrificed. There wasn't a doubt in his mind about that. He slowly pulled the handle of the front door, entering the gothic hall of the manor. He looked vigilantly around, listening intently to the slightest of sounds. But there was none except the distinct voices from a room deeper within the place. Chanting from the sound of it. He walked down the hallway, seeing an open archway to a grand room at the end where the voices appeared stronger. And once he neared it, he saw a glimpse of a girl lying on a stone table, not making the slightest sound, much unlike her cries in the prayer, which either meant he’d come too late or that she’d lost consciousness. And judging by the puddle of blood on the floor underneath, he was afraid the first was the case. Michael took out a handgun from the inside of his jacket and aimed it at a witch who moved the palm of her hand above the body. The sacred translucent energy of a soul resistantly appeared from her chest. He pulled the trigger, letting a witch-killing bullet pierce through the air and into her head. The witch dropped dead on the floor and all the chanting stopped.

Michael appeared in the room with a shield of light surrounding him, trying to reach the soul on the table without much attention to the witches who cast dark spells at him. All of them being deflected by his shield. His brows knit sorrowfully as he looked at the lifeless body. He then swept a hand across her body to collect her soul and with a snap of his fingers, he sent it to Heaven. And thereby he'd officially ruined the coven’s ritual. This seemed to further infuriate them, making them shout one forceful spell in unison that broke his shield, and so before he even had a chance to get out of there, he dropped to his knees in an instant. The dark magic overtook his body and it felt like he was both burning and freezing at the same time. That he was immensely sick and weak, on the verge of falling unconscious, but he somehow still kept himself upright and on his knees. One of the witches snickered at this before two male witches grabbed each of his upper arms to drag him backward, putting a pair of magical handcuffs around his wrists before they placed him in a chair. And then for good measure, one of them punched him sharply across his jaw. Michael opened his mouth slightly to let the blood from his mouth drip down to the floor as his head now was bent over.
“Now where are we going to find another human at this hour in Moonlight Falls?” one of the witches asked in annoyance. Looking towards the prepared ritual on the floor, the symbols, books, and candles were all shattered around. And in the middle of it was a copper bowl where some sort of green essence was bubbling. “We need that soul. Tonight. We’ve prepared all year for this. I’m not waiting until the next Snow Moon.” Another witch shook her head at him. “You’re a fool, Colin. Yes, the ritual will only work tonight, but we’ve got something better now.” She motioned to Michael. “An archangel.” The younger witch looked dumbfoundedly at her until he realized she was serious, then he moved his eyes to the man in the chair. “I didn’t.” — “Of course, you didn’t. You’ve never met an angel before. But well, I suppose he’s not going anywhere. Sybilla and Colin, go fetch another human.” The leader commanded, looking at the young witch who had no experience in magic involving the celestial, and another girl. Leaving them to be three witches in the manor.

Michael awoke to a witch draining his blood. His suit jacket gone, and his one sleeve folded up to ease the process for her. He noticed that two of them were gone, and so was the body of the girl and the witch he’d murdered. Instead, new preparations filled the stone table and the leader stood by it, reading in a large grimoire. “There is a spell here… Says it might provoke angels to reveal their wings… causes terrible hallucinations… estimated fifty-five percent chance of success,” she muttered as she read, making Michael widen his eyes slightly. “No.” His voice came out hoarse and not nearly as powerful as he’d hoped. He then coughed deeply. “I warn you. Let me go or—” Another cough. “Or what?” the leader asked with a smirk. “Or you will all die,” he said in a deeper tone before he closed his eyes at the unpleasant feeling that accumulated from the blood draining. “Is that so? Well, frankly I believe you’ll want to see us dead regardless.” She shrugged and flipped another page. “Ah. Here it is. Witch-hazel. Edward, see if we have any left in storage.” And then it all went black again.

The next time he opened his eyes, he was alone in the room. No needles. Just the effects of their magic. Voices could faintly be heard from a room behind him. The library, perhaps. But what was stranger was that he heard steps in the distance. Well, to be honest, he heard a whole lot of things. The wailing of spirits. The cawing of crows. The buzzing of moths. And as the only light in that darkness, she appeared in the doorway. At least, he was sure that it was her. “Jez. Is that you?” A sudden pain grasped hold of him, spreading from his abdomen to his chest and lungs, making him burst into a coughing fit. And then he closed his eyes, thinking that perhaps now he was saved. That an angel—his angel—had come to free him. “Jezebel. I am so sorry,” he whispered, not really having a clear idea of time or place. Much less what he was saying. He had rarely been this hazed in his life. “I have to tell you something,” he then said as he opened his eyes and looked straight at the woman in front of him. Ignoring the moths swirling around her and how the walls seemed to bend and sway.

Emne: Sv: In the darkest hour [cw] Fre Feb 05, 2021 6:20 am

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It was impossible to sleep. It had been impossible to do anything lately, and staying sane had been the greatest challenge of the month. Cecilia had been moving to her living room on the couch with a cup of coffee, having an actual sleeping schedule who needed that? Every time she closed her eyes for too long she saw that place, and it scared her. Scared her almost more than anything that was happening at the moment, Maeve being missing Cecilia was just afraid to combine all links. She knew she needed to trust that Ethan and the police figured it out, but it didn't mean she wasn't scared that they wouldn't. So sitting here drinking the coffee, she already knew she wouldn't be able to go back to sleep. Her eyes moved slowly to the stairs as she took a longer and more sharp breath in. Cecilia didn't want to wake Lucas. It was only late in night, but they had tried to at least get some early sleep and she was thankful for the people who didn't think she should be alone right now. Cecilia sighed a bit to herself before finshing the coffee, thinking she might as well try to just go relax. But as she placed her hands on the kitchen counter, looking outside at the great full moon she could feel the vision kicking in - at least there was a bit more control to it now. But this one felt cold, and she could feel it grabbing her and she let it.

Everything was so intense and there was a brutal thing to it all. And then she saw him. It had been a while since she had seen him. Cecilia tried to focus on Michael, letting the vision detect what he was going to do. She could feel her own heart beat heavy while watching. The next things were cross-cutting trough events, not giving her a fair change to follow along in the movie playing for her eyes. It sounded like there was someone preforming a spell... a dead body and a great spoiler on how this all ended. Michael on the sacrificing table. Cecilia gasped as she returned to her kitchen and took a few steps back as she ran her hands over the dark brown curles. Her heart beating so uncontrollably fast that she had to catch her breath to calm herself down. After finally having her breathing under control, she walked out to the entrance and picked her car keys up from the little cup. Cecilia wrote a little note that she was headed to Moonlight Falls, just in case of anything - then at least Lucas would know where she had been headed. There was plenty of people who would be mad at her for this, to just go out and drive off to a place like Moonlight Falls, a place where she only had been visiting two or three times. Eden lived in Moonlight Falls.

It was a longer drive, and she realized it wasn't even that late till she arrived. The midnight hours, and with the great moon to light up her path. Cecilia parked a little away, to stay hidden. At least Frederik's spell was still cloaking her and making it impossible to track her through magic. Seemed like being here it was good enough, and perhaps she should trust that Lucas or Jack - maybe both of them could track her down if anything should happen. Cecilia remembered Lucas saying his friend Raf was an alpha werewolf, so she felt confident that the power trio would figure something out. Cecilia wasn't trained in sneaking around dark manors or to hunt witches - anything like that. It didn't mean she hadn't listened to the people in her life who had taught her a few things. She was still wearing her bracelet with holy symbols and her necklace with a crosspendant. The entire place looked like what she had been seeing, so cold and intensely brutal. There wasn't any fiber in her body that wanted to be here - but she as she waited near the building she realized from the scream inside, that was the too late. Michael was already inside. Cecilia tighented her jaw and took a deeper breath in. Michael was strong, if she could just get him out of there, it should work she did believe in him after all. Cecilia looked up, sending a quick prayer that God would grand her the strength to do this. Then she moved closer.

Cecilia looked around the manor and held her breath slightly. Coming to the backdoor, she grabbed it. Lucky her, it was open. So she stepped inside to the living room, looking like the finest place for witches to brew their potions. Cecilia took a slight deeper breath in as she walked further in, grabbing a kitchen knife on the way, as she entered the hallway. Cecilia knew what room he would be in, she just had to get there without getting seen. One thing was in her favor for sure, witches didn't have the great senses like werewolves or vampires. Cecilia took a deeper breath in, walking close to the left side of the cold hallway wall. Everything was so dark and cold, it was freaking her out. She could hear them in one of the rooms, but not the one where Michael was set to be in, so she made her move and walked in. Cecilia closed the doors, well knowing it wasn't going to keep the witches out. Then she turned to look at him, he looked just as bad as in the vision - or at least he was still alive in the reality.

Michael called out a name and it made her frown a bit, but she hadn't time to really truly understand it or why. She just moved forward keeping her gaze at him till she finally stood next to him. Her big doe eyes filled with worry as she quickly analyzed his injuries. Cecilia hated seeing how pained he looked, and it made her place her hand on his cheek as she took a deeper breath in. Quickly she realized he wasn't seeing her, but someone else. However, he also seemed to be effect by something so the last thing she expected would be for him to be in his right mind. "It can wait, we have to get out of here," she replied and turned her head towards the door, afraid it would soon open and they both would have to end their lives here. "Michael, I need you to fight through this." Cecilia could feel her heart beat heavy as the knot in her chest tightened up. She kept looking back to the door and clearly she wasn't very comfortable being here, she had only come to get him out. "They are coming back soon.." Cecilias voice sounded weak, worried and above all terrified as she looked at Michael once again. They had to get out and time was running out, and she looked around in the room almost as if she tried to make an escape plan. She had no idea how much strength he had to power through this and if he would need to use it all on staying just sane enough to actually make it. Therefor, she had to make a plan b and it involved the windows in the room. See, when you were human you remembered more of the simple escape ways where the supernatural seemed to forget that things could be handeled in a more delicate way. "Tell me what I can do to help."

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Her hand felt cold and welcomed against his scorching skin. And had it not been for his hands being cuffed, he would have reached to feel more of it. He masked the pain slightly better from simply knowing she was right there, even if it was clear to tell that he was feeling very ill. “It can't wait,” he persisted as he looked into her eyes. If he waited, he was convinced that she’d disappear and then he’d never get to tell her what he needed to say. Another surge of pain shot through his body, twisting his sanctity in an attempt to decay it with darkness. He shut his eyes before he tilted his head down, trying his best to sustain the pain without showing just how awful he truly felt. Except, she’d come to save him, and that thought was comforting in and of itself. And not the least awful. The sound of his name made him focus on her again. He then looked at the door as she said they’d be back soon. And he realized that they were alone. That this was his first and probably only chance of escape.

He rose to his feet and took a step forward but halted as a wave of dizziness hit him, and if he kept walking forward, he’d surely trip. He squinted his eyes as the moths suddenly disintegrated into a black smoke before he scanned the room for an alternative escape route. Anything but the door. Besides the voices, that’s where most of the spirits were too. And he could tell they were very furious with him. What she could do? He looked for his gun, thinking that perhaps they could make it out if they had that, but it was nowhere in this room. And before he could think of a new plan, footsteps approached, and the leader opened the door. She was a rather tall witch with dual-colored curls in black and white, wearing a gothic-style dress. Two coven members were right behind her. One of which quickly raised a hand to Michael to push him back down in the chair and shortly thereafter roots grew from the floor and around his ankles to pin him in place.

She smiled triumphantly at how much better the night had become. “Looks like God is on our side tonight,” she mocked Michael before she looked to the human who’d come to his rescue. “A human soul. Just in time for midnight too, praise Satan.” She then took a few steps closer to her. Michael didn’t understand this because Jezebel wasn’t human. She was almost as ancient of an angel as he was. So, what had happened? Had fate twisted her path and made her human? It didn't make much sense, but his thoughts quickly deterred away from it as Edward came up behind her. He took off her jacket and grabbed a hold of her arm before he leaned closer to her ear. “Aren’t you a pretty little thing?” Michael yanked at the roots in an attempt to destroy them, wanting to stop any of them from touching her, but it was in vain.
The other woman started to prepare the table for the sacrifice, and once she motioned that she was ready, Edward placed her forcefully on top of it. Then another spell was said, making vines grow from four places on the table to restrain her ankles and wrists.

The leader lowered her gaze at the feeling of the cross pendant and holy symbols of her jewelry. For a moment wondering what kind of relationship she had with the angel. And more so, how she had found their manor. “Did you come alone?” she asked as she walked over to her grimoire, flipping a few pages to find the ritual. At least, it would be nice to be prepared if more were to come. “Cathy, call the others and tell them we have a human.” she said to the female witch. “The ritual requires the same potion and blood-drain as before, so let's get started.” Edward nodded as he prepared some ingredients on the table for the potion. The leader then glanced at the angel as he spoke. “Let her go. I promise I can give you another soul. I’ll even sign one of your magical contracts. Just don’t take hers.” His voice had regained some of its strength as he said this. And for a moment it looked like the witch was considering it. It would surely be possible. He just needed them to lift the curse and he could take a soul from Heaven or one of the lost ones in Moonlight Falls. As long as it wasn't her. “No. We don't have time for any of our remedies to work. Besides. I do quite enjoy seeing you in this much pain, Michael. And we are far from done with you.” She then returned her attention to the human on the table. “Now, where were we?” A wicked smile appeared on her lips as she neared the human again, then picking up a small knife that she maneuvered under the bracelet before she destroyed it, not caring for the cut the blade made into her skin by doing so. After all, she couldn't risk those holy symbols to influence the dark magic in any way. This wasn't the time for another failure. She then did the same with the necklace around her neck. Using a telekinesis spell to move them into a small box so they'd be out of her sight.

Emne: Sv: In the darkest hour [cw] Tirs Feb 16, 2021 9:06 pm

Cecilia hated seeing him this uncomfortable, seeing him in this much pain. However, she had the upper hand here, he wasn't the first person she ever had seen in extreme pain, she was a doctor - seeing people in pain was something she did far too often. Even through the storm that has been called the last months of her life, she was still collecting herself through the pain, she had to push through if she wanted to survive. Cecilia knew she wasn't alone and it counted for more than anyone would realize, because even if she was standing here not knowing how to get out - she knew there was a way. Cecilia held her breath, trying to walk closer to help him stand up. He wasn't going to be able to get them out of here, and that was the tragic truth to all of this. The doors opened and they were back, making Cecilia hold her breath for a short moment. It took one of them a single wave with their hand to push Michael back in the chair. "Leave him alone," her most natural respons was and the fury in her voice was like a roar - even through there was nothing she could do. Her eyes looked to the back seeing the roots locking Michael to the floor, then her big doe eyes turned back to the witches. "You don't have to do this," she tried to say, but it was meaningless.

She gasped in a shook as one of them suddenly came up behind her, and forced her jacket off with a firm grib on her arm. Cecilia could feel the breath close to her ear, and the discomfort watched over her. She took a deeper breath in, hearing Michael trying to fight the hold he was in. Cecilia didn't have much say in this, there was nothing - or this was something she could do, but she had to think. Cecilia was moved on top of the table, feeling the vines restrain both her ankles and wrists - she didn't fight it, she had more important things to do than battle a fight she couldn't win. Did you come alone? No, she thought to herself would be the smartest answer to come up with, to distract them. "Who knows, wouldn't you love to figure that out," she mumbled a bit annoyed looking up as she just tried controlling her breathing. Cecilia listened to what they needed for the ritual, and she calculated her chances of even being able to make it through the first part. Michael's voice suddenly broke through her calculations and she could feel her heart beat heavily with fear in her chest. Michael tried his best making a deal for her to live, but as she expected - there was no time for deals. A quick thought went through to her, what if she died here - she would never be able to find Maeve, and what would they tell Maeve once - if - they found her? Cecilia pushed that thought away, she had to find a way through this.

It flashed for her eyes, the visions, the different ways this could go. Cecilia almost didn't even notice the cut, before it started to sting. They had removed the pendants, the symbols that was supposed to be the only thing helping her in this. Cecilia's first thought went the other archangels she had been reading about, and she tried to brainstorm if they would be in great use right now. The witches were at the strongest right now here on the full moon - and they had managed to do Michael so much harm. Then her mind went to the guy everyone hated, and no one hated him more than Cecilia herself. She had been free from him for a few weeks now - and she hadn't missed him much. He could save them, if he wanted to - question was, why would he help them? That question repeated itself along with the visions - the worst of the visions? It was the one where she died. She had seen it pass her dark brown eyes a few times the past minute and it was enough to freak her out. Then she remembered.. not to be scared off her abilities. Lucas had spend a great deal of time this month making her more secure of not fearing the visions, even if they freaked her out.

"You know.. you are making a great mistake. I could have helped you, but now.. now I don't think so," she breathed out and closed her eyes for a few seconds. Just enough time to push away everything else and focus. A storm of chaos was on it's way. Cecilia knew this, because she summoned the storm. See, Cecilia also remembered what a shook it had been to Lucas when she had mentioned she had summoned a powerful being like an archangel - so why shouldn't she be able to summon a storm like this one? "Rebekah Sinclair" the name spoken in a soft almost begging whisper. And with that said. The room suddenly turned dark and colder than before. Like a gust of such power filling up the entire space. The sound of someone falling to the ground as there, but in the darkness - it was unclear just who or how. Then with a finger snap the lights returned. The redhaired witch was standing there looking around, next to the table with a dead witch in front of her. "Now, what the hell am I doing here?" She lifted a brow while searching for answers, then looking down at the human who looked slightly terrified at her. "You. Yo-" she moved her eyes to Michael in the chair, and the two other witches. "You are lucky that I was in a mood for some hell raising," she sighed before once again snapping her fingers and removing the vines from the human. "Michael.. Michael.. Michael, what have you gotten yourself into this time," she then again snapped her fingers and set him free from the roots. Then she sighed looking at the witches. Rebekah was thankful to Michael for one thing at this moment, and that was being there for Clarissa a few months ago - one thing she owed him was saving his life.

"Usually I am all for sacrificing a few humans here and there - but right now, the archangel here is under my protection. So," she took a deeper breath in and mumbled a few words making the two remaining witches fall to their knees screaming in pain. "You have a debt to pay," Rebekah walked closer to the witches and didn't really pay much more attention to Michael. "What are you waiting for, get him the hell out of here?" Rebekah looked to the human shortly. Cecilia sat frozen by the event, but the yelling voice from the witch made her wake up. She jumped from the table and ran over to Michael to help him stand up. "Come on," she took a deeper breath in once again pushing what was behind her to the back of her head. Using what strength she might have to help him out from the room where Rebekah just seemed to enjoy the screaming. The hallway was still dark, and there was a chance of more witches to come. But right now, they just needed to get outside. And they did, make it outside and then a burning pain in her head made her tumble.

Another witch seemed to have come from the back door, away from the chaos Rebekah was making inside the walls of the manor. "You really thought you would get away with this?" He used his telekineses to toss the human a little bit aside, flipping the archangel ready to pierce a dagger through his heart. "Don't do this please," she begged but the witch only had eyes on the archangel. For this reason she could also get up on at least her knees and summon a second object. A dagger covered in holy symbols, just like the one she had been seeing pictures of in Michael's book. She didn't hesitate stabbing the witch in his side, making him freak out and fall of the archangel. Cecilia jumped him, feeling the adrenalin pumping in her veins while holding the blade towards his throat - not because she had any intention on killing the witch, she just wanted him to know she could. She removed the dagger from the witch's hand and took a deeper breath in, staying focus on the guy under her. "Are you alright?" She asked Michael, not knowing how he was feeling in this very moment.

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The leader tilted her head at the human’s remark, then looked at the covered window, listening for the sound of others but all she heard was the wind howling. After she’d removed her jewelry, she went over to a cauldron to help prepare the potion. Time was of the essence right now, so she had to prioritize the sacrifice over other potential threats. And so long as Michael was under their curse, weakened and mind hazed. They should be able to handle another intruder. The witch cackled. “You? How on earth could a human such as yourself be of much help? At least, apart from what we’ve already planned for you.” She looked from the human to her preparations before she opened her grimoire to mutter the necessary incantations. She moved her hand over the potion, her fingertips glowing neon purple and soon the potion steamed with the same color. Just one more moment and it would be completed. But that moment was abruptly interrupted as the room turned dark and cold. Her eyes flashed because that hadn’t happened the last time, but she’d soon realize that it hadn’t been because of her magic at all. Her eyes darted to someone appearing from the darkness. And she couldn't believe what she saw. It was Rebekah Sinclair. A person she looked up to in much the same way she did the devil. “Your highness,” she said respectfully, but to her question, she had no answer. She wouldn’t be so foolish as to summon her tonight, nor did she know how to summon people. But before she came to any conclusion as to how it was possible, Rebekah knew it had to be the human. And the leader realized exactly what she’d meant by her being of help.

From Michael’s perspective, it was like one of those dreams where you knew harm would get to you if you didn’t do something. But you were unable to as much as move. His strength had been diminished vastly by the curse. His mind was clouded, doubting what was real and what wasn’t. The hallucinations kept appearing and disappearing. One moment there were shadow-like monsters crawling the floors and walls of the room, and the next there wasn’t. He coughed deeply again. The burning sensation of the corruption clawing itself to him. Fighting against the healing as much as it could. He went in and out of being conscious of his surroundings. Of the witches. Of Jezebel. He looked over at her at the thought of her, hating that he couldn’t just think straight. To figure out a way for them to get out. Then everything suddenly turned dark before someone new made their appearance in the room. And despite his state of mind, he knew exactly who she was. This did not look well for them. Not at all. But to his surprise, his restraints were broken, making him squint his eyes as he looked at the witch. No. He was fairly sure Rebekah wouldn’t ever rescue him. Not just like that. However, before he really got to know what he’d done to grant her protection, he got up to his feet. The dizziness making him lean against the nearest wall. He closed his eyes for a moment. Then opening them as Jezebel placed her hand around him, helping him escape the room despite his dizziness. Only delaying her due to how slow and heavy he was. But he also knew she wouldn’t leave without him if he encouraged this. And it seemed that Rebekah kept the witches in check. He only heard the spirits calling out for him. Not any footsteps.

He felt the relieving wind of fresh air as they managed to get outside. When she tumbled over, the imbalance made him fall to the ground right next to her. He placed his hands on the ground to raise himself, before reaching his hand out to her, but instead, she got tossed further aside. And then he was flipped and pushed against a gravestone. His eyes widening at the sight of the witch aiming a dagger at him. Michael grabbed his wrist and with as much strength as he had, he tried to prevent him from lowering it. The witch then groaned and stopped fighting his grip, reverting Michael’s attention to a dagger in his side that Jezebel had wielded. She then jumped him, allowing Michael to back off. His heart feeling like it was beating out of his chest. She was inches from killing the witch, and for a moment he thought that she would, but instead, she removed his other dagger and asked if he was all right. “Yes,” he replied, looking down at himself to confirm that there was no blood to see. He then managed to get back up on his feet, briefly glancing to the manor to make sure that more witches weren’t coming. It was up to her whether she wanted to spare or kill the witch. But one thing was certain, they needed to get far away from this dark place. His teleportation hadn’t worked earlier, otherwise, he’d gotten them out of the manor, so they had to rely on walking. Or however, it was that she’d arrived. “How did you get here?” he asked, trying to get an idea of where they should be headed to get to safety.

Emne: Sv: In the darkest hour [cw] Man Feb 22, 2021 4:54 pm

She just starred at the witch underneath her. The sense of saying that Cecilia was done, was an understatement. She was beyond done and the adrenalin was exploding around in her system not giving her a moment to just think. There was far too much noise in her head, and it was impossible for just one single thought to come through. She felt a little stone got removed from her heart when he said he was okay, which was good - it was a step on the right path. The next question made her look up at him again, making the witch try to escape, but she just placed the knife deeper, letting blood slowly cover the blade. "Don't move," she warned with a lifted brow, before looking at Michael again. "I drove? You are welcome by the way, the drive from Gaia is not the shortest," she sighed a bit and lifted a brow. The witch tried again to move, and she turned her full attention to him. The big doe eyes looking at the blood that had covered the blade, and she removed it slightly as she took a deeper breath in and sat more up. The witch tried to sit up, and she snapped.

In a scream of frustration, she hammered the knife down only few inches from the witch's head. Her curly hair covering the knife and the witch's head, making it impossible to guess if she just had murdered him or not. But as she sat back up, it came clear that the witch was still breathing - for now at least. "Oh, why so dramatic?" The witch appeared behind Michael taking one step ahead of him, lifting a hand up to warn him not to make any movements. Cecilia could feel her heart beat faster by the second as the red-haired witch stepped closer to her, she grabbed Cecilia by the arm and pulled her up. "You stay there," she looked shortly down at the other witch. Then her darted eyes returned to the human. "Who do you think you are, summoning me like that?" Her hand moved, and she grabbed the human by her chin, and let her nails sink in the soft skin - without making any cuts, but mostly just to demonstrate that she wasn't to be messed with. "I've heard whispers about someone being able to summon people she shouldn't.. I should really just end you now.." her eyes moved shortly to the side looking at Michael, "don't even bother Michael," Rebekah took a deeper breath in. "She is your problem now. If she summons me again, I will come to you. You should thank Clarissa for me letting you pull a stunt like that." Rebekah finally let go of the human and tossed her towards Michael. She mumbled a few words, removing whatever the witches had done to Michael.
Then the red-haired witch moved her eyes down to the witch on the ground before she sat down only to mumble some other words. Letting the heart being ripped out of his chest, but he didn't die. She looked at the heart in her hand. "If there is a next time.. this will be both of you, and then you won't get away that easy." Before they could reply to that, she was gone in a red sky of smoke with the witch as well.

Cecilia moved a shaking hand up to her mouth, not knowing how to process what she just had seen - or experienced. "W.. wha.. how..?" She blinked a few times before turning around looking at Michael, almost feeling dizzy by the thought. "I feel like I'm gonna throw up," she ran her hand through her hair taking a deeper breath in. It wasn't like she never had seen a heart before, but she had never seen someone just magically rip one out. "We need to get away from here," she added taking a deeper breath in still standing close to Michael.

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He watched as the witch moved beneath her, then at the knife as she stopped him from escaping. She had driven from Gaia. She had been in Gaia this whole time. His mind fogged thinking about it and he placed a hand on his temple at the throbbing hedache. The curse still had a strong grip on him, but somehow the events had suppressed his awareness of it. And now it was all coming back to him. “Thank you,” he said, meaning it from the bottom of his heart because no matter what, she hadn’t needed to do that. Risking herself for him. It was his fault alone for getting into that situation. He closed his eyes and stepped back to lean up against a lamppost, lightning up the gravel path by the graveyard when a scream made his heart skip a beat, and his dazed state became fully alert. The knife was hammered into something. He couldn’t tell whether it was the witch’s throat or the ground until she sat up and he noticed that no blood had been spilled. That she’d decided to spare the witch.

He straightened himself the moment a voice sounded behind him, and just as he was about to step forward and not let her get any closer to Jezebel, she lifted a hand to stop his movement. And he did. Because she had saved him and because he realized how dizzy he still was. He watched them as Rebekah interrogated her about the summoning. But as she grabbed her by the chin, he opened his palm and raised it, attempting to conjure one of his abilities. Rebekah quickly caught onto it, warning him not to bother. And it truly was a bother. Because the curse had rendered him weak. He’d not be able to properly fight any of the witches, let alone someone as powerful as her. He raised his brows as she said she was his problem now. As if he hadn’t enough responsibilities on his plate. But surely, she wasn’t going to summon Rebekah again. He lowered his arm and nodded when she mentioned Clarissa. Of course. That was why she’d decided to help him. “You have my gratitude.” And he hoped this meant they were equal. One rescue in turn for another. He couldn’t afford to have to owe Rebekah anything.

Rebekah finally let go of Jezebel and pushed her in his direction. At the same time, he felt magic embodying him. Cleansing the curse from within. And once the darkness and pain disappeared, he inhaled deeply. Thinking more clearly. And as he looked at the brunette again, he realized who she was. Something the curse had blinded him from seeing. Cecilia. He parted his lips, about to say something to her when Rebekah suddenly ripped the heart out of the witch’s chest. He wished he could say that it was the first time he’d seen her do that, but it wasn’t. And it was repulsing every time - especially when you knew she kept the hearts. He raised his gaze from the heart to Rebekah as she warned them and right thereafter vanished into a cloud of red smoke.

“She… collects hearts.” It sounded strange when you said it like that, but it was the truth, nonetheless. “It was very risky summoning her. But I am also sure the Lord guided you to do it because he knew she would help... Again, I am thankful to you for coming. Even if you really shouldn’t have.” He tilted his head as he looked at her for a long moment. He knew he’d pretended as if he hadn’t just called her Jezebel back there. But it was also because he wasn’t so sure that he had. The events of the night had been a mix of hallucination, his subconsciousness, and reality. Much of which was provoked by the curse. He nodded once as she said they should get away from here. “I agree.” A vague smile appeared in his expression before he glanced out at the gravestones. The omniscience was still vivid in the air. But most of the spirits walked about peacefully. “She removed my curse, so I’ll be okay to drive if you need me to,” he said. She seemed pretty shaken up by it all, so he wanted to at least give her this offer. “So... you saw a vision of me and decided to head to Moonlight Falls on a full moon, just like that?” he asked as he started to walk towards the road. It was very bold of her, but also equally reckless. Had his Father not been on their side, he was sure it’d ended up with her death. And he wouldn’t have been able to forgive himself had it come to that.

Emne: Sv: In the darkest hour [cw] Tirs Mar 09, 2021 9:08 am

Collecting hearts, what kind of person did such thing? It made her feel nauseous, but so did this place. She could even begin to let her mind collect the pieces of what just had happened, or she didn’t try to, it was all too much. It was risky summoning Rebekah, yeah she knew that would be what everyone would say. She even prepared herself for the worry of a storm Lucas’ might throw over her. Cecilia never got used to the way Michael spoke about God, the Lord, but it was so unusual to hear people speak so highly of God out of nowhere. Even if you were religious these days, it wasn’t something you just say, but she could only hope he was right. That there was a reason why Rebekah had been the one she had summoned out of all people she had thought about. He also mentioned he was thankful for her showing up, even if she shouldn’t have. Cecilia knew he wasn’t the only one believing she shouldn’t have showed up, a part of her even knew it to be true. It had been a reckless move, way too impulsive to her linking, and not to mention she knew the worry she might have caused Lucas. Or as she settled in her mind a bit, she realized right now wasn’t the time with everything going on to make a reckless move. With Maeve being kidnapped, going to save an archangel during a full moon was just irresponsible.

She hadn’t forgotten he had called her Jezebel, mostly because, Remiel had as well for a second at least. There had been some odd difference from how he had looked at after Rebekah had removed the spell, and it wasn’t till now as the adrenaline slowly left her body that she realized that. “You driving doesn’t sound like the worst idea,” she replied in a low mumble shortly as she frowned a bit remembering how the red haired witch had just simply taken the heart from that man’s chest. Cecilia turned her head back to Michael as he talked to her again. “I hoped I could reach you before, but I was too late.” She replied as she followed him on the road. “Things have been quite messed up, I thought If I could reach you in time. Perhaps, it would make up for all the times you have helped me.” Cecilia frowned a bit by those words, she had always been a little bit of a control freak, liking knowing how things were and with an ability like hers it was easier being prepared for things, sometimes at least. Cecilia took a deeper breath in and folded her lips shortly. “I don’t know if you heard my prayer few weeks ago. I thought it was the easiest way to tell the link was broken, without you needed to take too much time out of your work. I know you are a busy man,” she chuckled a bit and looked shortly at him. It had been quite easier to just send him a quick thought like that. Now she had gotten confirmed as well that her prayer last time had been able to help him save Clarissa – and perhaps also being the reason Rebekah simply just had warned them.

“So, cards on the table.. who is Jezebel?” She asked and folded her lips together shortly. “You kept calling me that.. and when I accidently summoned Remiel last week. He called me the same, which I didn’t pay much attention to, but now I am curious.” Cecilia knew he had once said that she reminded him of someone but reminding you about someone could mean a lot of things. It was fresh in her mind and the main reason she cared to ask about it now, even if it was on the bottom of her list of priorities. Remiel had been anything but happy about her summoning, but if anything despite, it hadn’t seemed like it she had new hope. She wasn’t going to give up on believing Maeve would return home. “I parked around the block, a little off the road. We should drive directly to my place.. my gut feeling is telling me I have a worried boyfriend at home,” she sighed a bit, knowing it was anything but fair for Lucas. At least she had her phone in the car, so she could text him that she was alright and on her way home.

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She might have been able to reach him before he’d gone inside the manor. One rarely knew the exact timeliness of a vision. But to take it a step further and attempt to save him regardless. That was something else. He glanced at her as she added the fact that she’d hoped her showing up would have made up for the times he’d helped her. A vague smile showing in his expression. “That’s very kind of you, Cecilia.” He appreciated it when humans were grateful for his help. Even if it in many ways simply was part of his job. Just like hers was to heal people. They reached a larger road where a few more houses could be seen. The curse. Of course. “I can’t imagine what you had to go through because of it. I'm still not even sure I understand why he did it. But perhaps you know more than I. Your minds were connected to some extent, right?” he asked, wondering just how much she knew about his agenda because of this. “I should also thank you for telling me about that vision of Clarissa. Without that, I don’t think she would have survived.” He looked into the darkness as he was reminded back on that day. It had done short of nothing to dampen his hatred towards Joseph. But at least he had been there to help. All thanks to her prayer.

Michael slowed his steps as she mentioned Jezebel. So, he had called her that. He folded his lips as he hesitated to reply. It wasn't something that came easy to him to talk about. And what was stranger was the fact that he deep inside had wished it to be her. At least, that's the only explanation he had for it. He hadn’t seen her since the day he banished her, and for all he knew, she had died shortly after. For all this time he’d convinced himself that he held nothing but hatred for her. But looking at Cecilia, he realized that there still were a lot of unresolved feelings. Or maybe he was just overthinking it. Maybe Cecilia had simply brought forth the feelings he'd once had for her. Towards the Jezebel that had been nothing but good. After a few moments of silence, he replied: “She was my first love.” He looked at her, once again being reminded of just how close their similarities were. “We were happy together until she turned to Lucifer during the war of Heaven and betrayed me. She then fell to Earth with the rest of the angels who refused to bow down to the humans... And I haven’t seen her ever since.” He didn’t particularly like to open that box of his memories but considering that she already provoked them from the simple fact of her appearance. And because he had called her by her name. He thought she at least deserved to know. He nodded as she explained where she’d parked her car but briefly raised his brows as she mentioned a boyfriend. However, it was nothing but great news. A loving soul like her deserved that. And he could only hope that he would treat her better than her former one. “Of course.” He hadn't planned to take her anywhere else regardless, but he understood the importance of her getting home quickly because of this.

Once they reached her car and she handed him the keys, he got into the front seat and adjusted it to his dimensions. “So, how did you two meet?” he asked while he modified the rearview mirror. He then turned the key in the ignition and drove down the road. The full moon still shone brightly, but he tried to put the events of the night behind him. Tomorrow was yet another day and he couldn’t afford to have any time off to overcome tonight, so it was best to not think too much about it.

Emne: Sv: In the darkest hour [cw] Tors Mar 11, 2021 7:17 pm

She nodded a bit. "Yeah, me and Ajax managed to at least reach into his mind space a few times. Only for a short time however, we didn't want to risk him knowing," she took a deeper breath in, it had been rough and without doubt an emotional run through hell and back for her and the people around her. "You are welcome, I'm just glad I at least was fast enough on that one," she gave him a little half smirk. Clarissa had been kind and helping her that night after Saga had sent her to the demon's door. So, she was just happy that she had managed to return the favor. Her eyes followed his to the dark road ahead, only lighted up by the small yellow muted lights ahead - and of course the big and bright full moon behind them. "I'm just happy that he hasn't been the issue around town since then."

Curiosity was a natural friend of hers, and even if she was a little bit scared of the answer he would provide her, she still wanted to know. It however, seemed like he wasn't very fond of sharing that part. And she was just about to say he didn't have to share when he did anyways. She was my first love. Cecilia turned her big doe eyes up, and looked a Michael with a slight confused expression, but she didn't say a word. Knowing you looked like someone's first love, even if it was way many years ago than she cared to count - it was an odd thing, and she didn't really know how she was supposed to feel about that - if she was supposed to actually feel anything about that. Again, with the angels and Lucifer, the talk of Heaven, things she had got confirmed were real. Even if you were born religious, it was still something to get the truth confirmed. Cecilia couldn't even put himself in his shoes if she tried, one thing was losing someone having them turn their backs on your and leave. She had tried that a few too many times. "I'm sorry she betrayed you," she breathed out and kept her eyes on him. Being betrayed by the people you loved was the worst feeling, leaving your without closure or an explanation - just one day gone.

As they reached the car she handed him the keys, and she sat down on the passenger seat. Funny how she usually felt most comfortable driving her own car, there was only a handful of people she would let drive her - unless they of course also were to be in the car. Cecilia finished her purse up from the back of the car and pulled out her phone. She sighed a bit to the list of unanswered calls, and it kicked her in the stomach again. She ran the free hand through her hair and quickly opened a message that she was okay, and that she was on her way back home. Then the question landed on her and Lucas, which made her chuckle a bit. "Ages ago actually. I was in training back at the hospital in Grounds of Lily.. and one night we got an emergency call.. and there he was.. after a fight, I couldn't dare leave him out of my sight.. so, I stayed there till he woke up," she told it was odd thinking back like that. She still remembered how worried she had been, and back then he had been nothing but a stranger. The picture of him bloody and bruised was however, not the nicest memory. The thought of them having been around to save each other reached her thoughts shortly. And right now wasn't the right time at all to leave him worrying about her, just the thought of actually putting him through that pain right now made her take a deeper breath in. "We were together years ago.. till we split, he is a shapeshifter.. of course, I didn't know back then.. and he his gifted with powers.. I think he thought he would be a danger to me.. and because of that we yeah split," of course it wasn't the whole truth, most of it was however, she chose not to say Lucas had left her back then. "We hadn't spoken in years.. till I remembered you told me that Joseph work at the academy.. and I remembered so Lucas.. and I wanted to warn him I guess," she shook her head a little bit and looked at the road ahead of them. "Things just fell right into how they were supposed to be.. if you believe in stuff like that," she chuckled a bit by herself and breathed out.

"When we get there, you should come with me inside, letting him know everything is okay - with everything going on.. I think it's best," she took a deeper breath in, she knew Michael was busy and he most likely had other places to be. Even if everything wasn't fine, Lucas deserved to know what had been going on tonight. And Cecilia wasn't even sure what had been going on, so having Michael to add to what she could recall, seemed like the best way to get the full story. "Maeve got kidnapped few weeks ago.. and I've tried everything in my power to help finding her.. most likely also one of the reasons why I by accident summoned your brother.. things have been oddly messy. One time one mess is cleaned up.. another one washes up over me.. if it wasn't for Lucas.. I would have lost my sanity completely." She shook her head a little bit, still managing to even try knowing this was her reality as for now. All she could hope for was the police doing their work and that Maeve would return to them, "she hasn't been found yet. So.. as you can see.. things are.. yeah."

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They had reached inside his mind. Purposefully. The question was then if he had known. If he had sensed them inside his mind and had snooped around in theirs as well. But regardless of this, he was just happy that he had decided to break the link. Because if it served a great benefit for him to stay linked, who knew how much longer they'd been bound by the curse. “What did you see in his mind, exactly?” he asked, wondering if they'd found anything of interest. He nodded to her remark about Joseph not being the issue at the moment. However, even if he wasn’t in town, there were still many others who caused issues every single day. That coven, for instance. He looked over his shoulder to see the fading image of the manor behind the fog.

He breathed out as she expressed her sympathies. “Yeah, me too.” It had been a very dark time for him. Jezebel was one of many angels who had betrayed him and God. And Lucifer leading the rebellion only made it all the worse. He had always been very close to him before the war. Of course, they'd had their arguments, but so did he with most of his siblings. Being the strict big brother. But every little thing he did for them, he’d done out of love and because he sincerely believed it to be for their best. And more so, he knew that it was what Father would have wanted. So, to see Jezebel and Lucifer go against their creator in that way. To betray not only him but all of Heaven. He'd never understood that. “So, I’m sorry for calling you Jezebel back then and for whatever else I said. You just look remarkably like her.” He looked at her again, hoping that it explained why he'd acted the way he had. Even if he couldn't remember much from the time inside the manor nor which things he'd only imagined.

A faint smile formed on his lips as she talked of her boyfriend, mostly because he could tell that he made her happy. And if anything, it was a nice distraction. It wasn’t often he got to hear about those things. It was odd to think that his words had been part of the reason for their reunion. But he was happy that they’d found their way back to each other. Especially if the main reason had been her not knowing about the supernatural because she certainly did now. “I do,” He had always believed strongly in fate, so if it felt like things fell into how they were supposed to be, it was because they were.
At her invitation to come inside, he glanced at her. Not sure he wanted to be in the middle of their first conversation. He couldn’t imagine her boyfriend would be very happy to know about what had happened. That she recklessly had put herself in danger and almost gotten sacrificed. “All right.” He looked straight ahead at the dark road ahead of them. He didn’t think it’d take too much of his time, and he needed to take it slow for the rest of the night, anyway. When she mentioned what had happened to Maeve, he realized just how much she’d been through in a very short time. “I’m terribly sorry to hear that.” Ethan hadn’t told him, but then again, there were so many missing people’s cases in Gaia, it was hard to keep up. Except, she’d said kidnapped. “How did you know she was kidnapped?” he asked and looked to her side as he’d stopped at a red light. He could only assume that it meant there had been witnesses or security footage. Either way, he hoped it meant they’d find her soon. He returned his eyes to the road as the lights turned green and he continued to drive towards Aston. “Which one of my brothers did you summon?” He hadn’t seen many of them for a while, and even when he was in Heaven, he usually didn't have time to greet them. “But I know what you mean. I don’t think I even remember a time where my plate has been clean. There’s just always been something that I've needed to do.” Even before the creation of mankind, he’d had this constant feeling of responsibility. To raise and train his siblings or make vital decisions for Heaven because of a mistake or a prophecy. Never had he not had something troubling him. Something he thought he could do better or change. Something that wasn’t weighing him down.

As they reached her neighborhood, he parked in her driveway and got out of the car. For a moment he looked at the window that Joseph had broken. He knew what it felt like to not feel safe in your own house, so it was a good thing she had someone else there. He then glanced down his body at the dried bloodstains on his white shirt and arms. He reached his hand up to his face, feeling the remains of blood there as well. And mixed in with the dirt from the fall outside the manor, it would probably freak anyone out to see. At least if they weren't used to it.

Emne: Sv: In the darkest hour [cw] Tors Mar 18, 2021 5:31 pm

She frowned a little bit, trying to remember back. It was a good question, what had they seen. She couldn't quite recall the details, it was like a small blur. Ajax had also told her to stay away from that place, but if somebody had tried to kill you and cursed you - how long could you stay out of that person's head before you wanted answers? "Honestly, not much - it was like being inside this castle, and every single door was leading to another blind end. We never really got far, we couldn't risk him realizing we were there," she took a deeper breath in and sighed a bit. "I know he wanted something from Rebekah, it was the main reason why her name reached my mind. But he is very secretive - even in his own head, its twisted," she added while shaking her head a little bit. It was useless information, or at least she thought so.

Cecilia couldn't imagine being betrayed like that, it seemed so extreme and everything he talked about angels being send down to Earth as a punishment for going against God. It was all extreme, perhaps one of the reasons the world never had learned that lesson. The brutal events just kept going, like an endless circle of threats and evil. Cecilia looked to him again, as he apologized again for calling her Jezebel. "It's okay, I'm just glad we made it out in one piece," she replied with a warmer smile. She looked at her wrist shortly, it was just a minor cut - it could have been much worse.

Lucas had thought she had been quite insane, or at least that was what his face had expressed when she had told him about the first time she summoned Michael. As if she shouldn't be able to even summon an archangel, and yet she had done that twice. Now she knew about the fact that she looked like this Jezebel person - maybe there was a connection there she needed to research. All right, she breathed out and nodded a bit. She hadn't been able to think straight or just not be worried for a while. Worry seemed to be on top of the things she felt every single day - at least she wasn't afraid of her own safety anymore, she didn't have the time for that. I’m terribly sorry to hear that. Cecilia took a deeper breath in, "yeah, so am I." It was odd, but not a surprise that Ethan hadn't informed him. Ethan had been a mess, and it seemed like he just had closed himself off - and blamed everyone else for not being able to find her. "My aunt called.. Maeve was taken by some Russian guy," she massaged her forehead a little bit thinking about it, as she sighed a bit. "I've been talking with my aunt and uncle - most information goes to them, since I'm just the cousin," she sighed a bit. Cecilia was lucky that she had a best friend on the case, even if she understood that it wasn't everything Evelina could share with her either. "I can't help but think I should have been able to stop it, know it would happen - but I'm completely useless." She ran her hand frustrated through her hair before shaking her head a little bit. "But you should really find Ethan, he is not himself these days."

Which one of my brothers did you summon? It took her back to the day at the police station, where she had been to ask Ethan for news. He had been so angry and sad. She had been feeling so helpless and hopeless, so when her and Evelina had been at the bar - needing hope had been the only thing on her mind. "Remiel," she replied in a chuckle. "He wasn't really fond of it, which I get." It wasn't really because summoning people came easy to her, and she hadn't really dared to try it out on other people. She most likely should try, to get some practice - not letting archangels and ancient witches being the only beings. Cecilia turned her head towards him, as he spoke about not having time off. She assumed there was no such thing as time off work for an archangel, even if she didn't find it fair. "You deserve to get the chance to just breathe.. you know. We all do, a day or two where it chaos and the world just can't reach us."

They reached house and she could finally get out of the car. The air was fresh, so she was now able to breathe a little bit easier. The light was still on inside. They both looked so dirty, as if they had rolled around in the dirt, mud, and blood. It was around this time she realized that she had lost her jacket at the mansion, not that it mattered. The scratches on her chin from Rebekah's nails had left a smaller red mark seemed to fade by the second. Cecilia walked closer to the door, looking shortly back at Michael. In the events of the night, how they looked didn't really reach her mind. She reached for the door to open it, but it already opened before she could even reach it. "Hey," she spoke almost breathless and lowered her shoulders a bit as she saw Lucas. She was so sorry for the worry she might have cost him.

Emne: Sv: In the darkest hour [cw] Lør Apr 03, 2021 12:34 pm

Oh my God, it was a full-moon and Cecilia was gone. It was roughly two weeks since they'd lost contact with Maeve and it had been two long, painful weeks. Just as the goddamn mind-connection with Ajax and Joseph had been broken, this had to happen. Cecilia hadn't been herself since and in all honesty, Luke was having a harder time to cope with it than he let on. Not only the fact that he felt he had to take care of Cee every living, breathing second of the day and make sure she didn't dig herself down a hole, he also struggled finding peace with the investigation going so slowly. And now this.
Awoken in the middle of the night to an empty bed.
Lucas was usually a pretty light sleeper, but he had had the most exhausting week at work and had fallen asleep heavily and peacefully for once. And now this.
He had sent messages to just about every friend of Cecilia that he knew; hoping he didn't sound like a posessive boyfriend but not really caring at this point. He had even had a glass of whiskey. Or rum. Or cognac. Whatever it had been in Cecilia's cupboard in hopes that it would calm his shaky hands. Why wasn't she picking up?!

Lights. Lights outside the window.
Lucas felt his heart jump to his throat and took a shuttering breath in before rushing to the door. It had better not be the police. It had better n-
He opened the door hastily, every bit of confusion and shock painted on his face as he took in the two in front of him. Relief washed over him. "Oh my God," he snapped, raising a hand to his forehead before dragging it through his hair. "Jesus Christ, Cee," he muttered not knowing whether to drag her in to a hug or simply push her away from him. The anxiety of the night was still leaving him with nervous energy, and in the end he took a step forwards, gently pushing up her chin, to look at her face. Both of them looked absolutely broken. Dirty, messy and broken. Dried up blood and strange twigs in their hair and in their clothes and Cee in nothing but a purple tank top and with scratchmarks on her face. He gently wiped off a dirty spot near the marks, shaking his head. They needed to clean up fast. "What the hell, chicken." He honestly didn't know what to say at this point, turning to the guy next to her. "Mate," he muttered. "You look like utter shit."
With a large, loud sigh, he opened the door further and walked back into the house heading straight for his half empty glass of whatever golden liquor he had poured earlier.

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He was slightly disappointed to hear that they hadn’t found much, but he also understood what a risk it would have been to dig deeper into his mind. And Joseph certainly wouldn’t take kindly to someone invading his mind space. He arched an inquisitive brow as she added that they had sensed something. That he wanted something from Rebekah. His own mind began contemplating what that could be. Rebekah was a very powerful witch, so there were quite a few things he could want from her. But what he had trouble with was linking that to Ajax or Cecilia. “I can imagine,” he remarked to the comment about him being secretive. Joseph had always been very sly and he rarely had one specific goal. His plans were usually all over the place, making it hard to predict his moves.

He nodded to the information about Maeve, further admiring how Cecilia was handling it all, worrying about others before herself and even being able to joke about the awful things that had happened. He glanced to her side as she started to feel guilty, thinking that she should have been able to have foreseen what had happened and stopped it. It was something he resonated with since he always wanted to save as many as he could. “I know. But you’re not useless, Cecilia. You helped me today despite not needing to. It was a selfless act that could’ve ended with your death. And maybe with time you’ll get more used to the ability and control your visions to a larger degree.” He knew people who had been able to do that, living long enough with the ability. And he sincerely believed that she was going to do a lot of good in this world. So, it only made sense that the visions tried to help her with that.

He looked at her for a long moment when she added the comment about Ethan, wondering what she meant. “He isn’t?” he asked, hoping that she’d elaborate, but either way, he would contact him. He knew he hadn’t checked on him in a while, but he constantly had a million things to do, and he had honestly thought Ethan was fine. But knowing that she had a concern about him quickly changed his own thoughts about him.
The corners of his mouth turned briefly upwards as she revealed that she’d summoned Remiel. It made sense, but it wasn’t exactly the best way to get an archangel’s attention. For Michael it had worked because she had been in danger, Joseph having broken into her house, and so it hadn’t been much different than him answering a prayer. In which case, he would have. But she should be careful with summoning powerful beings because one day she’d interrupt someone in the middle of something important. And many beings would not take that lightly. “I'd love to have seen that.” A grin appeared on his expression as he imagined Remiel getting randomly summoned by her.
He looked at her as she said he deserved some time off. He wished it was that easy. But to him, it wasn’t. “I appreciate that, but I really couldn’t. Truth is, when I am in those moments, all I want is to go out there and help someone. To not let anyone down.” He knew he should give himself time to heal and breathe, but it was very difficult for him to put everything else on hold, knowing how much Heaven and Earth needed help. So, he just fought through it.

Michael stood slightly behind Cecilia as the door was opened. The boyfriend had clearly been worried sick about her, but at least the worst was over now, seeing that Cecilia was okay. Michael raised his brows at his comment, trying to get a glance of his reflection in a window to see how bad it was. But when he looked back, the door had been opened wider and he’d walked inside. He followed Cecilia before stopping in the doorframe to the room that her boyfriend had walked into. Wanting them to get a chance to talk things out a bit before he tried to explain anything. And perhaps he wouldn't need to. “I'm Michael by the way. I met Cecilia last summer,” he acquainted himself, not sure if Cecilia had mentioned him before, but he always thought it was proper to make an introduction. And wasn't it for his hands being stained by blood and dirt, he'd shaken his hand as well.

Emne: Sv: In the darkest hour [cw] Ons Apr 07, 2021 8:41 pm

Telling Michael that Ethan wasn't okay, seemed like one of the easiest things she had done lately. She was worried about Ethan's mental health, and him not acting like himself was a danger to not just people around him but also himself. She was afraid he would get himself hurt. And Michael seemed like the person best to handle someone like Ethan, if not Ethan was his son - she hoped that relation was enough to force some sense into that thick head of Ethan's.

Cecilia could hardly breathe watching Lucas' face washed over with worry. The guilt had its claws in her, even as she saw the relief on his face. Just the thought of all she just had put him through completely made every thought about what had happened fade away. Cecilia watched him in silence, as he stepped closer and gently lifted her chin up. She took a deeper breath in and she folded her lips together. Cecilia took a deeper breath in, all her feelings were crawling up on her sleeves just by looking at Lucas, but her feelings had to wait. Just a little while longer, the last thing everyone needed right now was for her to crumble, at least that was what she told herself. "I'm sorry," she managed to whisper as she took a deeper breath in, turning her head towards Michael as Lucas talked to him. Then followed Lucas inside and took a deeper breath in, her head starting to ache a bit and she ran a hand through her dirty brown hair. She quickly glanced at herself in the mirror on the way in, to just quickly shake her head at herself while taking a deeper breath in. "You got more of that?" She asked on her next exhale as her voice began to whimper. The doe brown eyes still screaming with guilt mixed with the horrors of the night.

The entire month had been insane a hurricane of events, trying to leave her on the edge yet again. She had to believe defeat wasn't an option, that there was hope out there. Even when things got dark. Cecilia didn't even dare to sit on the couch, even though her legs ached for just sitting down. She just stood there fidgeting her fingers, trying to figure out what to do with herself. "I just wanted to do something.. at least save someone," she confessed on her next inhale and folded her lips together. She had been at home since the accident, then not being able to actually do her job, then Maeve being kidnapped, she hadn't been of much use there other than nightmares from the scene that lead her nowhere closer to find her. This vision of Michael, she at least had felt like there was a chance that she could get to him before anything happened. She still had saved him. Maybe she hadn't broken him free of the spell or what had kept him bound, but if she hadn't shown up - what would have happened?

Emne: Sv: In the darkest hour [cw] Man Apr 12, 2021 4:09 pm

Lucas waffed Cecilia’s apology away with a dismissive shake of his hand, pouring two more glasses of whiskey. He couldn’t even pretend to be upset when she looked like that. A lost puppy with scratches all over her. He still felt hurt though, that she hadn’t even texted him or woken him up. Anything.
He looked at her with a pained expression, the insides of his eyebrows flicking upwards. “You could tell me, Cee,” he whispered. He understood her. It was frustrating having no news and not being able to use ones powers to find Maeve, but it hardly excused disappearing in the middle of the night without a word. “It’s not like I would have stopped you. You don’t have to take on the world by yourself, you know.” His jaw tensed and he scratched his hair, painfully aware that having an argument in front of a stranger wasn’t a good idea, when the scruffy guy spoke and he turned his attention to him with an apologetic smile. That froze on his face.

I’m Michael by the way.
Lucas stiffened up, knitting his eyebrows in confusion. I met Cecilia last summer.
Not only had he been worried sick, thinking all sorts of horrible thoughts; trying to figure out what to say if she would have come back, yet this sentence made everything disappear from his mind, and he stared at the man in front of him in awe. Michael. The Michael. Fuck! He had just told an archangel that he looked like shit. Normally he would perhaps have been a little skeptical but the overwhelming aura coming from the guy, wasn’t one to make you do a double take at all. It made him feel breathless and calm at the same time.
Luke had stared at the guy with lightly parted lips before shifting his gaze from Michael to Cecilia, widening his eyes at her in disbelief. She’d brought an archangel home. He looked back at Michael, awkwardly shifting his feet; attempting to clear his throat.
“We-uh-oh my G-I’m sorry,” he stuttered, very obviously apologizing for his previous rude remark. “Uh, good evening , sir. It’s an absolute pleasure.” Was it even appropriate to call the archangel sir? Luke still had his eyebrows firmly knitted in his forehead not really sure how this had come to happen.[/i][/i]

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His gaze rested on Lucas as he suddenly turned his attention to him, staring at him for a few seconds with a clear change in expression before an apology was uttered. He raised his brow vaguely as he was about to misuse God's name, but stopped right before the full word was spoken. “No problem.” He had been distraught and his attention had understandably been on Cecilia, so he hadn’t taken the rudeness to heart. A slight smile formed in his expression as he greeted him more properly. “Likewise,” he said politely. He then glanced to Cecilia, her having had a drastically different reaction to him. In general, she’d taken all things supernatural much calmer than most of the people he'd revealed it to. “I take it Cecilia has talked of me?” he queried as he returned his eyes to Lucas. After all, it only made sense that she'd at least mentioned Michael to be the one telling her of the supernatural.

He then walked past them to the sink in the kitchen, wetting a cloth that he pressed against his face to wash off the stains. He twisted the cloth, washing all the dirt and blood out of it before he washed his hands. “She's telling the truth, you know. Wasn't it for her, I might not have gotten out tonight. Let alone been lifted off the curse they'd casted.” He turned around and took a few steps towards them. It wasn't his place to interfere with whether she should or shouldn't have told Lucas about leaving. But if he'd gone along, who knew how things would've turned out. And if he'd talked her out of it. Well, then he wouldn't be standing here curse-free. He was fairly certain of that. “You see, I sought out a coven of witches tonight, knowing that they were about to perform a rare necromantic ritual. But they got an aim on me whilst I was saving a soul, one of the ingredients for their spell, so I got trapped with a curse surging through me. But then Cecilia came, and although they were attempting to sacrifice her as well, she managed to summon Rebekah Sinclair,” he explained as he'd turned to Lucas. That was an unbelievable endeavor in itself. Of all beings, Rebekah was one of the most powerful he'd come across. And wasn't it for the fact that he'd saved Clarissa, she'd undoubtedly not helped them. Which was exactly why he knew it'd all been destined to be. Cecilia had a very meaningful ability. One that he was certain would save many lives down the line. “Rebekah felt like she owed me for saving someone in her family and helped us escape,” he ended, turning his eyes to Cecilia in case she wanted to elaborate on the story.

Emne: Sv: In the darkest hour [cw] Ons Apr 14, 2021 4:49 pm

The pained expression stung, and she folded her lips back. He was right, she didn't have to take on the world by herself, and yet she did it repeatedly. "I know," she whispered back while taking a deeper breath in. Taking the glass and looked at it for a few seconds before taking a larger mouthful almost downing the whisky. Watching Lucas' expression and whole reaction to Michael presenting himself was odd, mostly because Cecilia always forgot that Michael was an archangel. Not because she refused to remember it, but simply because she just saw beyond that. Her eyes met with Michael shortly, as she gave him a short nod to confirm she had mentioned him before. It had been one of the first things that had been brought up whenever she spoke about how she came to know this world. Her eyes slowly turned to the dining room where she recalled Michael trying to convince her about Jasper being a werewolf after the attack. It was odd, it seemed like forever ago by now and it wasn't even a year ago.

As Michael walked past them to the kitchen, she turned to Lucas and looked at him. She knew she had hurt him by her action tonight, and words seemed to be irrelevant in this matter. They both knew she would apologize to the sun came up if it was up to her. Shortly she looked down at the remaining whisky in the glass, circling it around with a little hand movement as she took a deeper breath in to look at Lucas again. With her free hand, she reached out slowly and placed her hand on his cheek, letting her thumb caress the skin shortly, before letting her fingers run over some of his short locks. "I will make it up to you," she whispered softly feeling her heart skip a beat. Cecilia took a deeper breath in as she let go of his face and turned around to Michael's voice as he returned from the kitchen. Looking cleaner than she did now, but she forgot completely about that as he started telling what had happened out there.

Cecilia knew she wasn't the best to go into detail regarding what happened to her, she wanted people to get spared of the painful details of what she had endured. Michael, on the other hand just told it like it was and didn't leave out any of the details that Cecilia most likely would have avoided. Cecilia took a deeper breath in as Michael told the tales of the night, reliving the entire thing wasn't really on her wish-list, and she downed the last bit of whisky halfway through Michael's speech. Her free arm wrapped itself around Luke's arm by instinct, seeking his warmth without even realizing it herself. It wasn't really like summoning Rebekah Sinclair seemed like the responsible choice, the whole summoning archangels was already bad enough - her and Lucas had discussed that. Which was why she practiced more and more in controlling her ability, but summoning Rebekah was a sign of control, if it was a good sign was another thing.

As Michael turned his eyes to Cecilia for a second, she spread her lips almost like if she wanted to say something, but had trouble finding the words, but also feeling like Michael had covered it pretty well. "So, yeah - crazy night," she cleared her throat on the next exhale, before folding her lips again, still feeling a little jumpy, but keeping her arm around Lucas' seemed to keep her grounded for now at least.

Emne: Sv: In the darkest hour [cw] Ons Apr 21, 2021 6:12 pm

Luke nodded, trying to find his words. The usually confident and cheerful shapeshifter felt out of place in this most unrealistic scenario that unfolded in Cecilia's living room. He didn't know if there was anything to say. Yes, she had definitely talked about him. But there was a big difference between talking about him and him standing right there in the living room; the first archangel. Lucas never really knew if he fully believed in God or not. He had always found it a strange concept that that was how the world had been made and that if there was a such Holy and powerful being, He would have to be a cruel one to allow all this pain in the world. But standing there, showering in the Holy aura of Michael, he couldn't help but believe. At least a little bit.

Luke must have zoned out, and the gentle hand on his cheek startled him, making him flinch in surprise. He quickly raised his hand, grabbing onto hers, to make sure she understood that the flinch had not been intentional and that he didn't mean it for her to let go again. Once again he felt overwhelmed with love for the brunette in front of him. "It's all good," he whispered back, gently taking her hand away from his face to place a soft kiss on it. "I'm just happy you're home safely."

Lucas turned to Michael as he came back into the livingroom, looking a little bit neater than before, and started talking.
Wasn't it for her, I might not have gotten out tonight.
A small flutter of pride warmed up his chest despite the panic and general tiredness he felt in his entire body. He finally managed a small smile, crooked and a little bit sideways but a smile none the less. A smile that quickly stiffened on his lips and left him staring at the angel. He furrowed his eyebrows in disbelief. She had what? His lips parted slightly as if he was about to speak but no words came out; and Michael continued the tale of their nightly adventure. If this had not come from the mouth of and Archangel, he would have probably burst out in a huffing laugh at this point - that was exactly how unlikely and unrealistic the whole story sounded to him. Cecilia sneaked an arm around his, and he automatically placed his hand on hers, as is rested on his arm. "You did what?" He whimpered, wondering shortly if he was in fact still sleeping and considering the fact that this could all be a nightmare. He looked down sideways to catch Cecilia's brown eyes. "Rebekah Sinclair?!"
He knew of her of course, who didn't. He also knew that she was not one you wanted to owe anything. Anything at all. He turned back to Michael, his eyebrows knitted firmly in his forehead with worry. "Will she expect anything in return?" He asked breathlessly.

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This was just another regular night for him. But he understood how it wouldn’t seem as such for Cecilia or Lucas, let alone any normal being. Still, he’d told the tale of the night as it was. Always thinking that it was for the better to tell the whole truth, living with an ingrained belief of lying to be wrong. And he didn't think Lucas was someone who needed to be protected from that. Albeit he also knew that part of his night had twisted with reality, so he’d refrained from talking about that specifically and stuck to the main events. He looked at Lucas as he asked if Rebekah would expect something in return for saving them. “She won’t. But I doubt she’d take kindly to you summoning her another time.” He turned his gaze to Cecilia, knowing that it’d be for the better if she avoided that. This had been a simple favor in exchange for the one he’d done. Something Cecilia had been part of too, telling him the vision of Clarissa in the first place. But if she did it again, she would only be asking for trouble. Speaking from personal experience, Rebekah wasn’t someone you wanted on your bad side. “Or any other powerful individuals for that matter,” he added. One of these days, that would cost her. He’d only not minded it because Joseph had broken into her house and because he’d not otherwise been occupied. Besides that, it wasn’t so distant from what anyone praying to him would’ve asked for. But had she dragged him out of anything important, he’d probably been of a different opinion.

He lowered his gaze to the whiskey glass in Cecilia’s hand, having never really understood the effect of alcohol, except that it helped in situations like these. And he couldn't blame them. If he had any means of escaping or relieving the harsh reality he lived in, he'd undoubtedly done so. It only explained why God had granted him regenerative healing, preventing him to fall into the pit of addiction so he could remain focused on his duties. “Well, I should really get going.” He shifted his eyes between them, knowing that they probably needed to talk things through without his presence. And he constantly had work to attend to. So, since it didn't seem like they had any additional questions, he thought it'd be best if he left them alone. “But if anything happens or a new vision appears, don't hesitate to reach out to me.” His eyes ended at Cecilia, knowing that she had already helped tremendously by doing this. He lifted his hand up into the air and snapped his fingers, disappearing into thin air. Teleporting back to the bunker.

//Michael out

Emne: Sv: In the darkest hour [cw] Ons Maj 05, 2021 9:10 pm

You did what? She closed her eyes shut for a second, knowing it sounded not only foolish but also incredibly dangerous. Cecilia hadn't taken the thought so long to actually think if Rebekah would want something, but Cecilia had taken the warning to heart. But I doubt she’d take kindly to you summoning her another time. Michael looked at her, and she nodded. "There goes my weekend plans," she chuckled lowly to herself, knowing now wasn't really the time for sarcasm, but she also just needed not to get herself overwhelmed by it all. It wasn't like she was planning ever seeing Rebekah again, one time was more than enough. The thought already gave her a bitter taste in her mouth by what she had seen. A good idea would be starting to get the hang of actually summoning people when she wanted to, and not how she seemed to summon archangels - okay it had happened twice, but she really didn't want there to be a third time - unless it really was urgent, then again, a prayer could do. "I will get it under control," she could only promise to try and to her best to get to that point where she didn't by accident ended up with powerful beings around her. Looking at Michael as his gaze shortly turned to the glass in her hand, she wondered what thoughts went on in his head. Then again he was a busy man, and there were people out there needing his help. So, like last time she had seen him he excused himself. Cecilia understood the need to help others getting better, it was so consuming seeing and helping people getting better. She took a deeper breath in and gave Michael a nod. But if anything happens or a new vision appears, don't hesitate to reach out to me. Cecilia exhaled and licked her lips shortly. "I will. Be safe," she managed to say just before he teleported out of the room, as if he had never even been there.

Cecilia took a deeper breath in and placed her head closer to Lucas' shoulder, breathing out to try getting the stress out of her system. Slowly she loosened her grip on his arm and lifted her head. Once again she reminded herself how foolish she had been, still not unsure what had driven her to make such a stupid choice to just leave a note and walk out the door. At least she had taken the thought to write a note. Had her phone died before the message had gotten through on the drive back here? The vision had been awful, even if was like trying to remember a dream at this moment she still remembered everything she had seen. Things she in the end also had prevented from happening. It didn't change the fact that she had brought unnecessary worry over Luke's shoulders, and she knew she would beat herself up over that for a while. Cecilia folded her lips slightly while holding her breath. "I was stupid, I know," she finally broke the silence with a low voice. It was possibly one of the most stupid things she had done lately, the only right thing to do was owning up to the fact that it was completely stupid to even go out on her own. "I don't know what I was thinking.. I wasn't thinking, obviously." She wasn't trying to pick a fight, if anything the last thing she wanted right now was to start a fight, but she also knew where it would come from. If the roles had been reversed she would have been furious with worry. She had been the day he had went out to help Rafael and Victoria. Even if she knew where he was, the wait till she had known he was alright had felt like an eternity. I had been torture. Cecilia breathed out keeping her eyes on him.

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