breathing underwater [louis]

[ARALENNE CORINNE RIDER]

we'll beat a path through the mirrored maze

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i can see the end but it hasn't happened yet

It was no secret to the world that Aralenne had killed many people. The blood of countless many stained her porcelain skin, innocent and guilty alike. You would have thought that she might at least feel a little bit plagued from so many deaths, but the truth was, the fallen felt nothing. From the dawn of time itself, she was born without emotions. Her sole purpose of existence was to flourish and create order after all, and the fallen had did her job splendidly. Emotions and ethics were unable to penetrate whatever conscience she had, and Aralenne spent thousands of years doing what she was no doubt excellent at, serving heaven. And because she was created for order, it even became her name in the years that came. An excellent angel she had been...until her genocide of humans and her revolt against heaven. It was a shame that her actions of standing up for what she believed in backfired, and now she was forced to make do with whatever earth had to offer. Not that she was complaining, the current city that she was now living in was providing a healthy amount of interesting things to see and experience.

Clad in a green blouse that complimented her eyes beautifully and a black skirt, heads turned as the fallen walked through the streets. Her long, wavy white-blonde hair was pulled back into an elegant ponytail. If there was anything that Aralenne actually loved about earth was the different variety of fashion everywhere. She had developed her own personal taste in clothes, and besides being a mercenary, she invested her time in shopping and designing. It was such a human thing to do, but the woman figured that as long as she was here, she might as well make the best of it. Hooded emerald eyes flickered around as she strolled, boots thumping against the ground.

There was nowhere in particular that she was heading off to. Aralenne did not have any friends, as most that tried were instantly given a piece of what she was truly liked, and said people were long already former wrecks of themselves. Destruction trailed in the blonde's wake, and those who did know of her knew full well to keep their distance. Sadism was a part of her, and although she wasn't the kind to go around and openly start shedding blood, she did have her own lethal, discreet methods. It began with slow pushing, worming her way into the hearts of her victims before destroying everything that they held dear. There were times when she skipped to instantly killing, and those had proved effective as well.

The city was busy today, the fallen noted. Perhaps it was due to the coming of spring, she thought. Any fool could see that that was indeed the answer, but one could not blame the blonde for not having the proper common sense occasionally. She had no idea the significance the four seasons had for humans most of the time, all she saw were four fucking seasons, with winter being her favourite due to the cold, frosty air. Aralenne had indeed spent many, many years on earth protecting charges, but she was focused on her job most of the time, and had lacked the emotions to feel deprived of entertainment. Even though many years had also passed when she fell, she had only begun to see, and observe everything around her with curiosity. There was just so many things to see.

Her eyes soon came to rest on a pair of violet ones right in front of her, and had she taken the initiative to look longer, she would have seen them widening in shock and recognition. They flickered away immediately, to rest on a shop selling newspapers. Aralenne made no move to stop, simply walking past the young man who had noticed her, walking past the boy whose life she had ruined a long time ago. Because she had never made the effort to memorize the faces of the lives she had taken away, the boy's face went through her mind without recognition, only to be forgotten once again when she looked at other people. The memories were indeed there, but they were suppressed, suppressed by whatever human side she had unconsciously, quietly managed to develop on her own. Too dark, and too painful for her current human form, her emotions were suppressed as well for the time being, and they were almost non-existent except for the times she had managed to evoke chaos and discord.

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[LOUIS BERNARD FACILIER]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 350px; height: 380px; background-color:#E3E3E3; border-left: 30px solid #883a2f; border-bottom:30px solid #883a2f; border-top:30px solid #883a2f; border-right: 30px solid #883a2f;] Manuka was always buzzing with activity. It felt like the city that never slept, even if the after dark activities were mostly also done in the dark. He was surprised how so many humans lived amongst such a rate of supernaturals, a rate that he had rarely seen in all his travels all through the world, and yet most of them had no idea. No idea in what kind of danger they were, in how easy it was to be swept away at night to be fed to a hungry vampire or torn apart by a vicious werewolf. How the ghosts that haunted you at night were not just of your own imagination, how they existed. How Mystic Falls and Forks combined were nothing in comparison to the amount of supernaturals living here in Manuka. So many people lived here that a disappearance or two did not surprise anybody anymore. It went unnoticed, you just dived off into anonymity, which was something that fascinated Louis very much. Since he too was living in anonymity, never telling anybody who he was or what he did. But then again, it was also kind of hard to explain. How do you explain to people that you're the guy they should fear the most? What most people forgot was that it wasn't all about power. Sure, power was a useful trait to have and it grew with the ages especially if you were immortal like Louis was, but he wasn't that old yet. Maybe in terms of what humans thought he was, but in the supernatural world? With his 300 years he had merely outgrown his child phase and into his teenage years. Not that you'd ever catch Louis acting that way, because after all, mentally wise he was very old. And he had been through a lot and acted very old. And distant. When things have been pulled away from you your entire life long, without pause until there's nobody left you care about, every time it happens, you lose a bit of yourself. A bit of your will to make people like and socialize and whatever. Because what is the use, if they vanish in thin air anyways, or are obliterated by unknown forces, or you just lose them because of old age, because they do age and you don't. Immortality can be seen as a blessing, but for Louis it was more of a curse. You had to live each day forever and make it through and for the first fifty years you feel invincible. You feel like nothing can stop you and you're gonna be making memories forever. Then the first person dies, and the second, till there's a chain of deceased people you've known. People die and you live. They go on to the heavens and you stay here, forever, without a soul. It was ironic how he, who manipulated people to sell their soul to the devil, cursed his unknown father for doing the same, and passing on the curse to him. He didn't know who the man was and he didn't desire to know. It wasn't his mission to find him, nor would he ever waste a single second of his eternity trying to. Louis had never cared about that man. No, the main perk for immortality for him, was that it gave him more than enough time to complete his goal, to do the only thing that kept him from just handing himself over to hunters to give him a quick ending and off to hell he goes. He had to find her. She who had taken everything from him and made sure that his life was as miserable as it could get. She was the person who had made him who he was today, the soulless and heartless hybrid who talked people into doing things they didn't want. He didn't feel remorse about who he was right now, and he didn't feel guilty either. People were stupid and wanted to believe in the good side of people, even when they didn't possess one, they deserved their fate as it was handed to them. No, he hated what she had done to him, how she had killed every single person he had ever cared about. He wanted to know why. He wanted to know why she had made it her personal task to make his life miserable. And it had taken him 300 years to find her and now he was sure he was there. Now he was sure that he'd have her for good, he knew she was here. He had heard whispers about her all through town, so he was going to find her. He just hadn't thought it would be this easy. He was just on the city highstreet, having his voodoo-stand that tourists always found really interested because 'real voodoo when did you find that', and it was true, most people were charlatans. Unfortunately for the people, Louis was not. But he worked slowly, so they never noticed. Nobody goes and sells their soul in one day, except the really desperate ones. The vain ones with their fear of getting old, or the ones who were afraid they didn't get enough time to fulfill their dreams. But those weren't very many. So he did it slowly. Manipulated them, be friendly and make them come back. Usually at about the third visit he got them there, and it was all children's play. People were too easy. Life was too easy. But just as he was about to approach new people whose aura he had read to be weaklings, he saw her. Yes, her. He didn't clean up his stand because nobody in their right mind messes with the Shadowman, and if they did they'd pay for it, so he wasn't worried. He followed her, carefully since he knew she must be very old, until it was just her and him. "Hi, Order." He said, stopping behind her, leaving enough distance between them so she couldn't immediately strike him. He wasn't stupid. "I've been looking for your for quite a while." notes, exciteeddddd! word count, 1015 thanks brooklyn from caution

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[ARALENNE CORINNE RIDER]

we'll beat a path through the mirrored maze

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i can see the end but it hasn't happened yet

It took Aralenne a little while to realize that she was not alone with her thoughts on the streets this time. Logically, of course she wasn't, the people around here were proof of that, but the fallen took no pleasure in the company and sounds of life around her, preferring to stay within the quiet recesses of her mind. Her presence and aura was cold and quiet, warning society to stay away from her, lest she suddenly decided that you were worth her attention...and then you were fucked. Aralenne was a sadistic murderer at heart, and to have her grace you with her presence would be as equivalent as to you accidentally signing your own death wish. If you were lucky, you might escape her alive for the time being, and if you did, you would be wise to pray that she never found you again. Aralenne craved discord and dissonance, and if she was given the opportunity to make a wreck out of you and your life, she would.

The blonde woman could feel the eyes on her back piercing her, sharp as daggers. Yet, she made no effort to slow her pace, and continued walking. No one would be stupid enough to attack her in broad daylight. Though the fallen could not care less about maintaining her cover, she most certainly did not want to deal with panicking, screaming mortals and the potential of lurking angels finding her. Well, maybe she did, but the mood wasn't there. She simply wanted to have a taste of human life now that she was here; was such a simple request too difficult for her immortal, emotionless self to fulfill?

Potential stalkers and sadism aside, Aralenne did her best to enjoy the weather while it lasted. She had a feeling that whatsoever confrontation that was coming from the mysterious stranger that was trailing her would not be very pleasant. Although things were never hunky dory for the beautiful blonde, the fallen couldn't help the little, annoyed yet interested soft sight that came from her red lips. There were many things that she was apathetic to, and few that actually caught her attention. Aralenne's boots clicked on, leading her and the stranger away from the city, and into a much more, quieter area.

The greeting that came next rang bells in her head. The blonde's eyes flickered, her head barely moving to look at him out of the corner of her emerald orbs. It was a long time since she had heard her birth name, and to hear it again was strangely appealing. "Were you now?" she replied softly, turning her head fully to look at him over her shoulder, her back still to him. The stranger was a boy who had a face she did not recognize at all consciously. A blonde eyebrow rose curiously, and she gazed at him apathetically, her eyes betraying nothing more than mild interest.

"And you are...?"

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[LOUIS BERNARD FACILIER]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 350px; height: 380px; background-color:#E3E3E3; border-left: 30px solid #883a2f; border-bottom:30px solid #883a2f; border-top:30px solid #883a2f; border-right: 30px solid #883a2f;] Louis was never the one to be scared of anyone or anything, because he usually could talk himself out of shit easily, and if not he had his magic that could make him match up to people who were at least two-hundred years older than he was. It made sense really, being from a very powerful line of witches from his mother's side, and the immortal side of his father to enhance his powers, even if he hardly ever used them if it wasn't necessary or for fun. Louis was easily bored these days and found himself practicing voodoo for fun at times, with people who just annoyed the living shit out of him. Or talking people into doing stupid shit just because it was so easy. Because that's what it was, it was easy. People were so easily persuaded, so easily believing in the good that all people seemed to have, but not Louis. They say with immortals their emotions slowly fade when there's no one to remind them or show them what they are. Louis had long since stopped feeling everything but hatred, because there had been one woman who had constantly reminded him of what it was like to hate someone, what it was like to lose the people you cared about and loved. Which is why he was following the woman in question, because he wasn't done with her by far. He wanted to make her at least realize what she had done to him, even if he was sure she'd never feel remorse and then find a way to discover more about her, more information that would help him finally kill her. She turned around and all he could do, was stare his daggers at her. He saw her beauty, noticed it, but also knew that all immortals were aggravatingly beautiful, but also like they were carved out of marble. And people like Louis and Order also were made out of stone. She had probably always been, he didn't know her story nor did he care for it, but he knew that he was this way because of her. And he didn't hate himself, so but he hated her for what she had done to him, how she had hurt him every time he had felt like he had the reason to be happy. Apparently she tended to wonder how he had the audacity to feel like he deserved to be happy and destroyed it again. Maybe it didn't even mean anything to her, that would only make it worse. And that appeared to be the case since she turned around at him, no other expression than mild interest as she asked him who he was, causing him to let out a mocking laugh. "Me? I am the guy who has been tracking you down for three hundred years because you tend to make a habit out of destroying his life." He said with a silky-smooth voice, since Louis was the talker guy. He talked and talked and talked to people, and often it worked less well on the ancient ones, but they were also the ones who hired him, so that was never a problem. Until now. "I know it is stupid to ask you if you feel any remorse, because I know the answer to that. I know the answer far to well, because you have turned me into one of yours. The cold and the soulless, the ones without any feelings or remorse. I would ask you how that feels, but obviously. You don't feel." notes, exciteeddddd! word count, 592 thanks brooklyn from caution

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[ARALENNE CORINNE RIDER]

we'll beat a path through the mirrored maze

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i can see the end but it hasn't happened yet

There was absolutely no way that she was going to be killed by hoodoo tricks and witchcraft. It wasn't to say that the fallen was impervious and invulnerable to them, but it would not put a single chink into her armor. Incapacitating and trapping her was indeed possible, but spells never lasted on her for too long. Aralenne would break free eventually and do more than simply murder her captive, she would trail his entrails down the road before crushing their heats in front of them, literally. But that was a long time ago, and the fallen hadn't killed in a while. Instead, she made them bring about their own demise, let the fools do their own dirty work while she sat idly by and pulled happily at the strings. The only way she could be eliminated was if Louis enlisted the aid of another angel or demon, but he didn't know that. He didn't even know what she was in the first place, a denizen of heaven itself. It didn't help that Aralenne was very, very old as well, and she was powerful, with centuries of experiences in her hands.

She examined the man in front of her curiously, emerald orbs blinking slowly. The fallen had butchered plenty of lives in her years of existence, so he had be one of her old victims. He was not a fellow angel, or else she would already have long recognized him. Aralenne did consider angels her old brothers and sisters...occasionally, but their firm alliance to the light side often sent her into peals of laughter. Why fight for the useless when you could just eliminate all of them, supernaturals and humans alike? Aralenne hungered for the destruction of the world itself, she couldn't care less about anything else. Not even the man in front of her who was looking for vengeance. She wasn't about to waste precious time with him, but the fallen noted that perhaps she could play around with the boy for a little while. Maybe he would stir up some distant memory in her head.

So, he was one of them. Aralenne cocked her head to her left, feeling even more curious. She had wrecked so many lives over the past hundreds of years, this boy was one of the many. She doubted that he was as old as she was though, he simply lacked the demeanor of pure antiquity that she received from the old ones. Still, he had be old enough, perhaps three to four hundred years when she was still on her rampages. "Tended." Aralenne corrected. "I haven't ruined anyone....in a long time." Her eyes flashed and a humourless yet malicious smile spread across her lips. Oh, this was interesting.

The blonde's smile widened. "You are correct." she said simply. The blonde had not once felt a single shred of remorse for all the horror she had caused. She had after all, been created without emotions, Her only purpose in life was to maintain order after all, and petty things such as feeling would influence her cold, neutral judgement. It was how she had been excellent at her job after all. Despite Aralenne's age, she was only now beginning to feel little by little, but her heart was still empty. Empty as the soulless pit that she had been born with. Unknown to her though, things were happening in the deep recesses of her mind. The more time she spent on earth, the more her mind was beginning to develop a conscience. But Aralenne didn't know that, and wouldn't know for a very long time. And even if she ever did, she would never be fully human.

"I would ask which one of you you are but..." The fallen trailed off ominously. "But I highly doubt that you are going to tell me." She smiled. "Why have you come looking for me, old one? Do you wish for me to finish what I started?"

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