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    150 years have passed since the end of the modern world. Nature has reclaimed much of the land with ancient magical creatures and mutated beasts roaming the Earth.

    The world has come to a bitter end in the wake of a virus that has wiped out 90% of humanity with the remaining 10% immune to the virus. This 10% fell under the 'protection' of the unaffected 'supernaturals'.

    This world, the Lower Realm, is now ruled by the vampires, werewolf, and the fae.

    The angels and the demons, denizens of the Upper Realm who are ultimately responsible for the destruction brought upon the world continue to rage their endless war with each other. Uncaring of how their battles on Earth affect the Lower Realm.

    The vampires took 6% of the remaining human population, by force in some cases. They took them into their underground cities to serve and feed them.

    The werewolves took 3% of the humans to live with them under their protection and to work the tasks the wolves deem under them. Working the fields for example.

    The fae took 1% for their own ends into their enchanted forests that exist in pockets of reality between the two realms.

    Our story centers around two figures in the lower realm.

    An ancient vampire, as old as the come, on a mission, with some 'servants', to push the angels and demons out of the lower realm as he is tired of their endless fighting interfering with what he views as his domain. He comes across a destroyed werewolf settlement and is joined by one of the werewolves whose pack has mostly been decimated in a fight between a powerful Archdemon and Archangel.

    They don't exactly get along that well but realize they are more likely to achieve this goal working together as they balance each other’s weakness out.

    Will they succeed in securing the future of the Lower Realm?

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    The gods, Justice and Chaos, will never die. Their eternally battling minions, angels forever vengeful and demons who always lie. Their war will never end and the Lower Ream is doomed, unless the gates of heaven and hell are sealed for eternity. – Last prophecy made by the human Oracle Tamerin, Beloved of the Fae, before he entered one of their forests where few are allowed to tread.

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    Calcifur sits in a grand chair near a fireplace in a large room on his estate. It is a large fireplace and a child could easily stand in it. In front of it as to prevent embers from escaping into the room stands an elegant metal grate, which allows heat to freely pass. ‘The Box’ stands leaning on the wall next to the fireplace. The trunk is made of what seems to be a pitch-black wood fastened with black metal. The hinges are made of this same metal but the 17 silver locks that run all along the long side. On the hearth in front of him his companion, Rue, is reading on some pillows in front of the fire.

    Calcifur looks up from the text he is reading and he casts his black and red gaze upon Rue, she looks to be a young woman but is well over a century old. He has known her most of her life, even before she was a vampire. In addition, Calcifur is the one who changed her. Her hair is pure white and the light of the fire shines on it. Rue is beautiful and elegant, but she is also undeniable cute, her eyes black like his but violet instead of blood red. She is wearing an adorable black dress, matching shoes, and a black head band to hold back her white hair.

    Thunder rumbles outside. Calcifur stands after placing the book on a table next his chair. He walks past Rue without a word or gesture and she silently gets up and after tossing the pillows on the bed on the other side of the room she brushes the front of her dress off, turning to him. He stands by ‘the Box’ illuminated by moonlight spilling through a crack in the curtains. The moon it seems has momentarily won its struggle with the persistent cloud cover. In the moonlight Calcifur seems even more otherworldly. Looking at ‘the Box’ he seems bored and reaching out carefully, he places his hand on the box. The entire thing shudders violently. In an instant Rue is beside him, also touching the box which stops moving.

    Calcifur looks down at her a kind smile on his face. He gently strokes her hair and Rue moves closer to him, holding on. “Dear, sweet Rue do you remember why I hate Demons and Angels so?”

    Looking up at him Rue nods, her face lit by the pale beam of moonlight and says quietly. “Time, I suppose…”

    Rain begins to fall softly outside.

    Smiling broadly, he continues to stroke her hair, his eyes cold as he thinks of his hated enemies. “Yes time, their utter disregard for time. As they care not for time, they care not for the Lower Realm bound as it is to time. Here the sun rises and sets, days go by and people grow old. Here time rules. Even, the immortals of the Lower Realm are bound by time in one way or another… And so, because by design they hate one another and because they care not for time, they will never stop fighting…”

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    The silences that permeates the Void, the endless nothing between realms is shattered. Weapons of pure golden light and utter darkness clash in countless magical explosions which illuminate the mist that fills the Void.

    Though near blinded in the endless fog the Archdemon of Envy and the Archangel of Perfection could each sense the others presence. So long have they fought they can almost predict the others moves perfectly.

    In this world they clash as formless mist. The demon black, the angel white. Their weapons and magic fly at each other in the endless misty void as they clash again and again, explosions briefly parting the mist.

    Envy and Perfection have hated each other since the moment of their inception. It was a sadly simple dynamic.

    Envy desires everything Perfection is and hates him for all he has.

    Perfection despises Envy for his hideous imperfection.

    From there thousands of years of fighting and war have only deepened their hate for each other. They have been fighting their current fight for over one thousand years now, not that time means anything to them. The first 337 years were spent fighting in the Upper Realm, the timeless realm of the Gods. To avoid an otherwise fatal blow the archdemon dragged them both into the Void. The strike would not have actually killed ‘him’, merely knocked him out of the fight for a while. The next 749 years they spent mindlessly battling each other and the monsters that inhabit the Void.

    Now it seems as though the archangel is on the defensive. In this lightless place the archdemon seems to have finally gained the advantage. Just as a torrent of dark magic and black weapons is about to engulf the archangel, ‘he’ emits a pulse of pure golden energy. This pulse erases the oncoming wave of darkness, in a massive explosion. The angle and the demon float before each other, as the light of the explosion fade and absolute darkness descends. They seem to be truly evenly matched. For a moment there is silence, there is nothing.

    Suddenly bright cracks begin to appear as though on a wall but on nothing. Their fighting has been too intense, and it seems the explosive release of their powers near a weak point in the barrier between worlds is causing a breach. As the cracks meet a brilliantly shining jagged hole appears. The archdemon sees this an opportunity and quick rushes through the hole before the archangel can react. Hesitating for a moment the archangel floats before the hole before rushing through to pursue his enemy, out into the Lower Realm.

    These two timeless destroyers of worlds descend into the Lower Realm.

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    Calcifur is sitting at a piano in a dark room, Rue by his side and ‘the Box’ standing upright by the piano. He stiffens and sighs as magical alarms go off in his head, triggered by the breach between this realm and the Void. ‘The Box’ shakes violently slamming to the floor. Rue moves to calm it and sits daintily atop it.

    Immediately, Calcifur begins gathering his powers. Even if he didn’t have this early warning system the presence of such disasters is as plain to him as a natural disaster coming is to animals. He begins to play while his magic gathers. Elegant somber music fills the room. There is only choice if they are here, and once he takes this step, he will have to follow through. The time has finally come to shut the doors…

    Calcifur moves along to the music as he plays not missing a single note. Rue listens enraptured. There are many defenses around his territory, especially his home. The magic-sensing wards around his estate are an example of this, they are what warned him of the initial breach. After a moments analysis the wards deliver to him the information he already knows. Envy and Perfection have returned to the Lower Realm. Even without the wards this is a feeling he will never forget.

    As soon as his magic is ready, he would head out to fight, teleporting to them. Knowing the scale of the destruction they are capable of he can only hope that the destruction they wreck will be limited. The information the wards provided informed him of the location and if he isn’t mistaken there is a werewolf village around there. It was far from his location but that wouldn’t be a problem for him.

    Rue is watching him curiously, he smiles grimly and lets out a cold laugh, he would pray to the Gods to save the village but… what good would that do.

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    The night alive with the sounds of beasts and insects goes completely silent.

    Suddenly, the sky cracks and breaks with a cacophony of thunder and shattering glass. A gaping black maw hangs in the night sky partially obscuring the moon. Out of this void two shapes emerge. The maw rapidly closes behind them, the veil between worlds quiet adept at healing itself.

    Envy and Perfection have descended upon this world once more. They return to their horrible and glorious true forms and hang in the sky. Proof of divinity. Proof of death.

    Envy is a ghastly beast, ugly and monstrous. Hunched and misshapen. His gaping toothy mouth filled with razor sharp teeth and he possesses razor sharp claws. He has bound the souls of the tortured damned to his body leaving them screaming for all eternity. A sick looking flickering orb of flame hangs above his brow. Envy’s rotten flesh hangs from the bone in places. He hovers on leathery wings aided by magic.

    Perfection is a picture of golden beauty, perfect. He looks everything an Archangel should be, golden armor gleaming in the moonlight, golden great sword shining brightly lighting up the night, golden wings resplendent and keeping him aloft. Do not be fooled however, despite his brilliant appearance and his halo he is every bit as terrible and merciless as Envy.

    It has been a long time since either demon or angel cared for the affairs of the Lower Realm.

    They hover high up in the sky below them the lights of a village twinkle. All around them magical weapons and attacks begin to form. The air is still as though the world is holding its breath for their first move.

    Suddenly after what seems like an eternity, Perfection surges forward sword ready to strike, his magic flying at Envy, who lets out an evil laugh, which can be heard even in the village below chilling all who hear it.

    Envy dodges under Perfection and swoops underneath him dodging the magic attacks with devilish quickness. Some of the attacks explode in the air while many others slam into the ground below them exploding and leaving golden fire in their wake. At the same time Envy launches his own attack from above them dark bolts rain down around them striking the golden shield that Perfection has cast around himself. Some slam into Envy who with a wicked grin takes the damage and allows himself to bit hit by as many of his own attacks as he can manage. As a master of the darkness any dark attacks that hit him only serve to empower and heal him. As many of the attacks crash into the ground black flames rage around the points of impact.

    Cursing Envy in the Angelic tongue Perfection surges forward smashing into the archdemon casting him into the ground with great force. Envy falls into the swirl of black and golden flame. Upon impact with the ground the flames are dispersed the earth heaves and cracks.

    Envy looks up at Perfection and roars releasing a nova of black energy which surges out around him destroying everything in its path, at that moment Perfection flashes down slashing through the darkness dispersing it. His slash continues towards Envy who at the last moment summons a wall of bone and tortured souls to guard himself. The wail as the sword strikes the wall is unearthly. The ground around them shatters, rock and debris flying everywhere.

    The two part from each other surging upward into the air. They clash into each other streaking through the sky. Envy is now wielding a wicked axe of black metal. Twisted faces if the screaming damned are etched, carved, and molded into the axe.

    They have been fighting over a large area most of which has been pulverized. The village on the outskirts of the fight has still taken severe damage.

    Unexpectedly, as their fight takes them into the direct vicinity of the village, which is below then, the sky turns blood red, the moon black, the land below them cloaked in darkness. Only golden Perfection, the fires of the fight, and the burning buildings below glow out against the darkness. Envy is surrounded by a sick green glow. Both the combatants fly apart from one another and look around for the cause of the sudden shift.

    A ominous voice rings out around them. “Black Hole…”

    Above them the moon turns blacker than black, and ominously grows larger. Perfection and Envy look up. Positioned so that he would seem to stand on the moon, is Calcifur. Next to him and slightly behind sits Rue atop ‘the Box’. Before either the demon or angel could react, he waves his hand towards the box and yells out to them. “Begone!” Sixteen of the seventeen silver locks spring open and ‘the Box’ wrenches about violently standing upright. Rue floats away looking amused. Slowly cracking open, what can only be described as pure darkness swirls forth and envelopes Calcifur. Only his eyes and wicked grin shine forth. This coincided with chains of darkness surging forward to grasp Envy and Perfection who struggled in vein against the entangling bonds. A great pulling forces grabs them and anything too close into the hole.

    The Archangel of Perfection accepts his fate, knowing the outcome of this spell. He stares at Calcifur vengefully and calling out in Angelic promises revenge.

    The Archdemon of Envy roars and struggles despite knowing there is no escape from this spell. He surges at Calcifur but cannot resist the pull of the ‘Black Hole’ he curses violently in Demonic spitting and howling with rage. He tries to fling magic at the Vampire, but it merely gets consumed in the blackness.

    As the two are pulled into the black void Calcifur calls out the them. “Envy give my regards to Lust and Perfection; well I hope you enjoy Hell.” As the angel and demon disappear into the void, the moon returns to its normal size and the world slowly returns to its normal colors. ‘The Box’ snaps shut, and the locks click. Sighing drained Calcifur slowly descends to the outskirts of the damaged village. He decides he will check to see if there are any survivors before pressing forwards with his plans.

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    Seth leans back into his chair, running his fingers over the desk in front of him. The hut he was in could be called the biggest in the village, but even it is considered small. It serves as the headquarters, but it barely has enough room for the desk and table, as well as bookshelves and a mess that his friend insists are precious treasures. Pulling his attention away from the pile, he reaches out with his mind to said friend and his Beta, Gray. At that moment, Gray was ordering around some of the human servants that had been slacking off, however at the urging of his alpha he finishes up quickly and begins heading up to the headquarters.

    For many years peace had existed in this village, even if the nearby packs sometimes tried to provoke Seth and start-up a war. However, he had always shut down any thoughts of war quickly and after a while his pack began to rule over the others. So the village flourished, but now Seth wanted to expand. Due to growing into a decent sized community, they needed more land and he wanted his Beta’s input on his ideas.

    Hearing the steady footsteps near the hut, Seth focuses on the door as Gray walks in.

    “Sir?” Kai or better known as Gray nods towards Seth, and stands attentively in front of him. Gray had served Seth for over a hundred years, and was his most trusted friend and loyal right hand man.

    Leaning across the table and staring intently into the bright grey eyes in front of him, Seth smiles. There was a good reason as to why Kai was nicknamed Gray, and it was all thanks to his eye and fur color when transformed. However, the staring contest that had unintentionally occurred was making Gray uncomfortable and he fidgeted, before looking away and repeating his previous statement. “Sir?”

    “You’re no fun Kai.” Seth complains, “I wanted to know what you thought of pushing into Alec’s territory.” Pushing forward a paper he points towards a marking outside of the outlined boundaries of the pack.

    Giving his alpha a weird look, Gray whispers, “I already told you. I saw that we would experience extreme bloodshed soon.”

    Annoyance flashes across Seth’s face and he pulls his hand back, dragging it across the paper and wood. His claws leave deep indents, and Gray shuffles back a step, wary of his Alpha’s temper. Gray has too much practice dodging odd items that were launched at him on nearly a weekly basis, but this time nothing was thrown.

    “Your visions are never accurate.”

    “Yes, sir.” Gray responds. “But they do happen, even if I rarely see how.”

    Breathing deeply, Seth curbs his temper and decides to take him seriously for at least a minute. “Describe the vision to me again.” While Gray’s visions were common and usually irrelevant, a vision about blood and death could just be about someone getting a splinter. So after many years of hearing the same crap many times, he had finally started getting annoyed at the ominous visions and only taking those that were more detailed seriously.

    Before Gray could even reply though, the rain seems to pause and a crack rings out around them. The weather shifts, and the two werewolves breath is caught in their chest. Thunder begins to crash around them and the previously peaceful rain becomes aggressive, pounding at the roof of the hut and deafening the two. As lightning flashes, Seth unfreezes and bounds forward, out the door in seconds. Everything forgotten, and only the goal to preserve his pack and eliminate the threat.

    The noise grows around him, as he rushes around the hut to look over his village. Somewhere in the distance he can see a gap in the sky close. Figures hang in the air, and aided by his enhanced vision Seth can make them out. Archangel and Archdemon had finally descended down into the lower realm.

    Panic grows within his chest, but Seth fights it down and clears his head. Casting out his senses he begins to take note of his pack and it’s location. Most of the pack had gathered in the Great Hall, and were celebrating the birth of two new pups. But now they were all slowly flowing out into the middle of the village, to gape at the sky. As the village and the earth hold their breath, a chilling laugh can be heard. It penetrates deep within their soul, and decides their fate. For in the next second, the village gets engulfed in a swirling disaster of golden and black flames and the screams start.



    Through all the noise, Seth can catch the screams and howls of his pack as they shift and try to escape the flames and pain. The noise tears at his soul, but he wills himself forward as he shifts. His body assumes the form of a black wolf in seconds, and Seth lunges into the smoke, ignoring the burning sensation within his lungs. Magical fire was an element that those without abilities had no chance to survive, as it consumed everything in its path at a breakneck speed. To protect his pack and save them was all he wanted right now, but as he cast out his senses he was met with a wave of agony.

    It washes over him, forcing him to his knees as the screeches of his pack split his head. What was that talk about saving somebody? It was too late. He was too late. The words echo through his mind, getting tangled and lost in the constant flow of anguish as he feels in his entire body the deaths of his pack members. They could not escape the clutches of death, and perished in the insistent flames. Magic and fire. The enemies that have haunted wolves for years finally caught up to his pack. And now the angels and demons, the carriers of such devastating power were battling in the lower realm.

    Seth didn’t know how long he laid there, experiencing the destruction of his pack on every level possible. Maybe it was seconds, but it felt like hours that dragged on and on. Time was something even an immortal like him was familiar with, and right now it didn’t seem to work in his favor as he felt wave after wave of death, wishing for it to stop. But as the noise quieted in his mind, he was left with the loneliness of it. For hundreds of years he had lived with the background chatter of his pack as they communicated. It was calming, it was reassuring, and something he liked to delve into to, for connection and communication. It wasn’t just a handy tool for when they were distances away from one another. It was the connection of a family, and now that family was gone. Now replacing the precious noise was a deafening silence that pushed down on him, crushing him and his will to exist. Except, there was still a noise. In the background could be heard the sound of a voice calling out over and over again. So grasping onto that noise, Seth fought through the quiet and felt the clear presence of Gray. He was alive and well, even if mourning the loss of his mate and calling her name.

    With that discovery, Seth cleared his head and came back to reality. In the time he was detached, the hut that he was hiding next to had collapsed. The wooden frame that kept the building standing had broken apart and a piece had dug into his skin, partly impaling him, but also stopping the blood from spurting out. Stumbling to his paws, he ignored the growing sensation of pain and dizziness, and began to make his way slowly towards the outskirts of the village where he knew Gray was.



    He could see him. His friend crouching next to the body of wolf, whose fur was barely recognizable, It was dirty and matted with blood, but that didn’t stop Gray from running his hands loving through it every few seconds. It was Luna, his mate and the Beta female of the pack. Or, previously the Beta female of the pack.

    “Gray...we need to go.” Seth lowered his voice, stopping a few feet from him. The scene in front of him hurt, but the battle of the destroyers was now moving towards the center of the village and soon the impact from the magic and explosions would catch up to them. Even he, who had partial immunity to magic wasn’t invincible and would most likely not survive getting stuck in the battle again. Yet there was no reaction from Gray, and as Seth reached out to nudge him he was met with the crazed eyes of his friend. Grief stricken, Gray lashed out at him, digging his claws into Seth’s paw.

    Growling, he yanked his paw away, spraying drops of blood across the ground. Preparing to command his Beta to come with him, he felt the air grow even heavier and the flames once again surged in the ruins of the village. The clashes grew louder and as he looked into the sky, he got a good look at the gods of destruction. The demon was a hideous beast, while the archangel was the model image of perfect looks. They were locked in an intense match that had finally led them to hover completely over the village, and the area that they leveled with their battle grew even wider.

    “Gray!” Growling, Seth directed all of his remaining energy into the shadows around them. They bent to his will, covering them in a pleasant cover that would shield them, but there was no need for that shield because in that moment darkness enveloped the world.

    A voice rang out around them and as Seth dropped the shield he watched as both the archangel and archdemon were dragged away into a box of some sort. It was extreme, and intense, but he didn’t particularly care for that at the moment. The threat was gone, and only the ruins remained, so exhaustion poured over him. Laying down on the ground, he let his body do its thing and heal, as he now had multiple injuries that drained his energy. He was prepared to go all out if needed, but there was no need, so he deserved some sleep. Preferably a year of it.

    The howls still rang in his ears, so he closed his eyes, not seeing the figure that took care of everything begin to descend. Tugging on his ears Gray tried to get him to pay attention, but he just pushed him away.

    He’d deal with everything later.

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    Near silence has descended in the wake of the fighting. Calcifur walks through the wreckage of the smoldering village, trailed by a floating Rue, who is flitting about curiously observing her surroundings, looking in and around the demolished structures. ‘The Box’ for once is nowhere to be seen, having been placed in the storage dimension for the time being. It needs to recover before any more use.

    As though mourning for the lives lost thunder sounds in the distance as bleak, dark gray storm clouds roll in. Rue pulls an umbrella out of the storage space preparing herself for the rain. The smell of fire and death surrounds them like an inescapable cloud. Calcifur’s eyes blaze with rage and he lets out a deep sigh, kicking a lump of charcoal into the ruins of a small building. He lets out a short string of curses aimed at the ‘heavens’. “Such wasted potential… such a waste,” he mutters to himself at normal volume fairly convinced that no one is left alive. Rue floating behind him rubs his shoulder offering comfort. Calcifur rests his cheek on her hand, briefly.

    Suddenly, as the noises of the village crumbling and burning settle slightly, Calcifur hears something further in the village, the unmissable sounds of life. He pulls away from Rue who calls out after him. “If there are werewolves further in, they may be in a dangerous state of mind, Calcifur…” She trails off as he smiles back at her, his smile though warm does not reach his eyes which still burn with fury. Rue wonders if Calcifur partially places blame on himself for what has happened here even though there was nothing they could have done differently. Feeling her gaze upon him he moodily stalks further into the village seeking whoever is left. He feels somewhat obliged to search for survivors as the one who stopped the battling angel and demon.

    Calcifur is indeed angry, but it is only partly, as Rue believes, because he wanted to save the village. His true anger came from the indignity of having his realm invaded. Those things, the archdemon and the archangel, had no right to trespass here, no right to destroy any of it. He had wanted to save them not due to him caring much about the inhabitants, and to be fair how could he care knowing none of them, but because it is his truest belief that it is his destiny to defeat the angels and demons wherever they appear in his world.

    As he walks along, he can’t help but notice the corpses littered about, and he feels… unmoved. The dead are dead, there was very little that can change that and that ‘very little’ comes at great cost one way or another. To be honest, for a long time he considered most living things beneath him. To him even most immortals are ants… insignificant, and before the apocalypse the majority of mortals didn’t even register to him. In fact, to him most of the repugnant lot were not worth the air they breathed. Glancing back at Rue she is still staring at him. He can’t help but smile slightly as he refocuses on looking for survivors. When he met Rue, she served as reminder that life could be more than an endless march of research and observing the days until the universe itself ends. Calcifur had known from the moment he met her, that she was meant to be with him… forever.

    A chill wind whips around him as he comes across the two werewolves. The wind will be carrying his scent directly to them, so if they aren’t aware of his presence yet they soon will be. As a vampire dealing with werewolves could be tricky at the best of times, and with these being the absolute worst of times, Calcifur opted to tread lightly. Not looking for a fight he hangs back a respectful distance. Remaining silent for the time being he weighs his odds. If they attacked him, he and Rue could flee with ease. Unnecessary conflict is something to be avoided right now. Violence serves its purpose if employed correctly but at the current time he is feeling rather drained. On closer inspection however they both seem battered, which isn’t that surprising. Maybe healing them would make for a good introduction. He speaks clearly and calmly. “My name is Calcifur Bloodrage, allow me to aid you before I leave to continue my conflict against the denizens of the Upper Realm. Rue if you will?” He could have healed them himself, but Rue is unfatigued, so it makes more sense for her to do it.

    “Of course, Calcifur,” Rue says with a smile as she floats above the injured and exhausted werewolves. Slicing the palm of her hand with one of her own nails, her blood pools in her cupped hand. Raising it up she calls out. “Blood Magic: Lifeblood.” A orb of blood appears around them. Within the orb tendrils of darker red wrap around their wounds and after a short amount of time, their wounds begin to heal. When their physical wounds are healed Rue releases them the red orb and tendrils dissipating up towards her. The cut on her hand is already healed. She curiously observes the werewolves as she floats back behind Calcifur.

    Calcifur speaks once more, “We have healed your wounds, and you have my condolences for your village, if there is nothing else you need, I will be leaving.” He waits for a response curious about the werewolves who survived such a vicious attack.

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    The wind brings the heavy scent towards them, catching Seth’s attention. Vampires? Now that’s unusual. Werewolves and vampires are by nature on shaky terms, to the point of enemies. So werewolves don’t venture into their territory, and vampires avoid their lands. But now they were traveling very obviously through his land, and next to him, Gray tenses. But as Seth shakes his head at him, he relaxes his muscles once again, trusting his alpha’s judgement. The battle of angel and demons would have attracted attention of everybody, especially the vampires. But as the two vampires approach them, Seth’s attention is focused on the one speaking. He’s straight forward and dignified, giving off the air of importance and he directs his companion to heal them. In just a short span of time, the two of them begin to feel the healing effects of the magic spreading through their bodies. It’s much faster than their personal regeneration, especially with them not having much strength to focus on regeneration in the first place, and as Seth's wounds heal, the fog in his head clears partly.

    His strength back, he raises himself up and gives himself a good shake to clear his fur and look somewhat presentable. Moving forward a few steps, he looks the vampires up and down, before bowing his head in greeting. Annoyance from vampires on his territory grows within his chest, but he pushes it down, forcing manners.

    “Seth Willuf.” He introduces himself curtly, before continuing on. “I appreciate your assistance. It’s odd to see vampires reaching out to help. However you plan to take on all of the angels and demons?” He tilts his head, regarding the vampire with disbelief. “And you plan to take them out one by one with that box of yours?” He lets out a short laugh, extremely skeptical. “That’s a crazy mission.”

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    Calcifur smiles lightly feeling how his presence on the wolves’ territory rubs the more dominant of the two werewolves, who has given the name Seth Willuf, the wrong way. This reaction is typical, Vampires and Werewolves historically do not get along, to the point that some on each side would fight to the death at the mere sight of the other. Calcifur has no time for such petty nonsense, and it seems neither do these two wolves. If nothing else his objective is much more important than the squabbles of the weak.


    Rue floating and tumbling around them like gravity is a mere amusement for her, watches her master and the werewolves with interest. It is her first live encounter with a werewolf. She can sense the power they possess, their connection to the earth. Personally, she has nothing against werewolves, for one Calcifur has taught her to be above such foolishness, taught her that everyone no matter how weak or strong they are is a unique individual and that to forget that fact can lead to faulty assumptions. In addition, Rue never saw the point in expending the energy in hating anyone, hating someone to her being an admission of being too weak to dispose of those you consider enemies.


    Raising a hand when Seth bows his head in greeting, Calcifur speaks to them his voice like quicksilver, “Seth Willuf, you are strong, I will remember your name.” The words are heavy, a sacred oath, and he continues, “We can dispense with the formalities, you do not have to bow your head to me and pretend to want me here, I will be leaving soon enough. Truly when I arrived here, I did not expect any to have survived.”

    Calcifur, is staring at the two with a blank expression, but his black and red eyes are calculating. This is a potentially interesting situation and an idea he has played with in the past springs to mind. Werewolf allies… Werewolves possess many gifts, among them a partial immunity to magic, these gifts have the potential to give an immense boost his group’s variety of abilities and their capacity to proceed quickly. ‘These two have the potential to be very useful...’ He gestures to the destruction around them and his expression turns hard. As he speaks his voice becomes icy, the image of the Archangel and Archdemon battling flitting through his thoughts. “As you have seen our divine enemies possess immense power, which they use with callous impunity. They treat this realm as if it is their playground, and ever since they brought about the apocalypse, I have been gathering power to lock them away from our realm.”

    Calcifur has a dead serious expression on his face. “Crazy or not,” he grins and chuckles lightly before finishing, “any of them or anyone who gets in my way will be crushed. If you want to join me, I am certain your skills can come in handy. If nothing else I can offer you a place to plan and recover while you decide what to do. A servant of mine will arrive soon, he was away on an errand for me when this whole incident occurred unfortunately…” Looking around the sky as though searching for something he seems like he is going to say more but suddenly with a low hum and crackle of electricity a glowing blue portal appears to the side of the group, it doesn’t surprise him in the least.


    Rue is only half paying attention to the conversation and when Calcifur offers to let them to join him, she almost falls to the ground in surprise catching herself inches from the soot and ash coated earth around them. She looks at her master with a surprised expression which quickly morphs into affectionate amusement, the feeling tugging her lips into a rapturous smile, trust her master to make the best of every situation. Truly these werewolves could be useful to their cause. Werewolves possess many unique talents which will only serve to strengthen them as a whole. ‘He is sooo cool!’ she thinks to herself, giggling while gently floating past his back. As the crackling blue portal appears, she rolls her eyes. ‘Ugh… the uptight perfectionist…’ That portal only means one thing, Flynn, her masters other devoted servant, has arrived.


    From the blue portal steps an exceptionally handsome man who appears to be in his mid to late thirties. Flynn is dressed in a white suit, with matching shoes, sporting an ebony shirt and blood red tie underneath. Were it not for the pointed ears and the glowing fairy wings, the color of rust with jagged edges, he might have been able to pass for human. He bows deeply to Calcifur before turning to coolly regard the werewolves before him. Flynn is armed to the teeth, with a dagger and sword on each hip. On his back between his wings sits a two-handed sword and a quiver of arrows, though no bow is in sight. All his weapons emanated magical power and are all exquisitely crafted. He announces himself in a polite fashion. “Greeting’s my name is Flynn. I serve at the pleasure of my master Calcifur Bloodrage.” He says nothing else keeping his gaze fixed upon the werewolves should they choose to make a rash decision. Flynn despite his masters cajoling has never truly been able to relinquish his distaste for the beasts. It is an old grudge based in an event that occurred in a time long past, but he has never been able to shake his mistrust of them. Walking over to Calcifur, Flynn takes his place by his master’s side. Rue is floating around them and when Flynn looks at her, she sticks her tongue out at him. Sighing Flynn ignores her thinking, ‘She is so stubborn.’ This would be less of a problem if one or the other were considered higher “rank” than the other but Calcifur insists they are equal.


    Calcifur smiles lightly amused by his companions antics and greets his servant, “Welcome Flynn, impressive entry as always. I do hope your journey was not too troublesome. I will take your report when we are done here.”

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    Seth chuckles dryly and drops the formalities as requested. Instead he flicks his ears forward and listens carefully to the words that Califur speaks;he speaks of business, and going against archangels and archdemons is tempting. Seth’s heart still throbs with the pain of losing his beloved pack, and the idea of revenge is sweet.

    Gray wrinkles nose in dissatisfaction at the female vampire around them, and attempts to stare her down, but instead watches as she almost eats dirt. Stifling laughter, Gray covers his face with his hand before catching wind of the invitation and exclaiming out loud, “What?” Surprised he flips toward his alpha, his eyes wide.

    Letting loose a brusque growl in Gray’s direction, Seth warns him to keep himself in check. ‘It is quite interesting; this proposition that Calcifur has offered, no matter how odd it is.’ The offer is unexpected for a vampire, but not surprising in the sense of taking advantage of all available allies. In this case, Seth understands that he and Gray are the available allies, and strong ones at that. Their abilities differed from the vampires, so when working together they would be a good team. However, now someone else was joining. A portal sparked and a man stepped out. With his ears and wings, he differed greatly from the vampires and werewolves.

    “Oh? Fae?” Seth murmured, as he looked over the new addition to the group. It had been a while since he had come face to face with a fae. Calmly, he took stock of his weaponry as he reintroduced himself. “Allow me to go through introductions once again. I’m Seth Willuf, and my companion goes by Gray. “

    Somewhere in the back of his mind, Seth could feel Gray attempting to get his attention. Permitting him to quite literally enter his mind, Seth waited for him to speak. 'Sir, are you planning to accept his proposition?' Turning things over in his mind, Seth felt there was only one inevitable answer rushing toward him. He and Gray could rebuild, find others, establish a new pack; they were strong enough.

    But that was the cowards way forward, limping away with tail tucked.

    Yes. There was only one answer.

    'Gather your things Gray, we hunt with Vampires tonight.'

    After such a dramatic answer, Gray could only stare at his alpha in shock, unable to come up with a response. Painfully familiar with Seth’s way of thinking, there was no reasoning with him, so in the end Gray simply agreed.

    Settled on a decision, Seth approached Calcifur and, with his best doggy grin, stated it. “We will you join you. What is the next step?”

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    Calcifur’s eyes flash in triumph and Rue groans for a moment before Calcifur silences her with glance. His gaze is still lingering on the werewolves, calculating. The value their addition to the ranks of those who have chosen to rebel against the Upper Realm will be immense. The crushing doom that the Upper Realm’s mere connection to the Lower Realm brings must be mitigated at all costs. The ruins around them are a testament to what needs to be done.

    After a long moment he speaks, voice solemn and ominous, “Our world… The Lower Realm we were all born into and reside in… has suffered for too long under the capricious whims of uncaring immortal beings.” Eyes beginning to glow, Calcifur’s face and voice start to twist in rage as he continues, “They brought absolute ruin to the world 150 years ago wiping out 90% of humanity and now the world is as you see it now a mere step from total destruction. The return of Envy and Perfection is sadly only the beginning. With their breach into our realm the barriers between the Upper and Lower realms has weakened to the point that once more they will be freely able to access our world once more. If we do nothing scenes like this will become commonplace unless we can seal the gates of heaven and hell for all eternity.” As he speaks of destruction Calcifur gestures to the burning ruin around them, forcing himself to return to a more levelheaded state of mind. Both Rue and Flynn’s faces darken for a moment as they think on what the angels and demons have taken from them.

    “We can talk more on the details a little later. However, for now know that I have a plan and that it must succeed or our world itself will most likely end.”

    Rue’s face is mostly expressionless as she floats idly around the group. The only sign of emotion is her rapturous gaze fixed on Calcifur her cheeks flushed. Far from being disappointed in this turn of events, she can’t help but be in amorous awe of her master. Floating towards Flynn she speaks quietly to the fae unable to keep the devoted admiration out of her voice, “That’s our master for you! Always planning ahead. Truly there is no other who could lead us.”

    Flynn rolls his eyes but for a different reason. Rue’s lust for their master is nothing new but it always bothers him a little when she can’t keep it to herself, which is often. However, he must agree with her. With a confident smile he responds to her. “Yes Rue, we are unworthy of such a master but still he allows us to serve him. I am sure he has thought over every possible outcome of this situation.”

    Also rolling his eyes Calcifur ignores them, resisting the urge to facepalm. Sometimes his retainers are overzealous in their service to him. He smiles as reassuringly as he can at Seth and Gray, but he merely looks sinister in the flickering light of the fires all around them, his teeth flashing. “For now, we should return to my stronghold. We have no reason to linger here. That is unless you have unfinished business or if Flynn’s report can’t wait.”

    Flynn now acting uninterested in the proceedings around them merely shakes his head and examining his dagger, a wicked black blade possessing a sick dripping red glow around it. Calcifur chuckles internally, this is something Flynn does to catch his foes off guard. The fae is in fact highly alert to their surroundings waiting for something to set him into action.

    Calcifur gestures to Rue. She has been gathering magical power since they arrived. Turning away from the group, face still flushed, she begins channeling the magic shaping it with her will and words. She is using magic only vampires can access. By accessing the stored magic power and the blood of the dead around them she can cast magic of a high level.

    Blood Magic: Portal of Blood.” A roiling red portal bubbles into existence forming a tall circle large enough for them to walk through. Turning to Calcifur she nods.

    Still smiling he speaks almost kindly, “Time to go… If you need some time to gather yourselves, we have bit before the portal will collapse but as mentioned I would prefer not to stay here any longer than necessary, we have much to do... If you are worried about your dead, arrangements can be made at my fortress." He pauses realizing they might need to take care of this more personally. Trying to be considerate to his new allied he continues, "That is unless you would prefer to deal with it yourselves. If this is the case I will leave and give you means to contact me once you are ready.”

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