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Artemus rolled his eyes at her, "Real mature, and if you must know I didn't rape you, I almost raped you enough to make afraid I was going to. Not to mention that I got a taste of your soul and your last greatest sin was Envy, so tell me who did you envy? Was it Andrew? Because he has powers and you don't? I promise I'll keep your secret safe. Many hunters wish they had the powers of Witches and kill because they want to destroy such envy. So what do you envy? I tasted it but not enough for a clear image." Artemus could only grin. He hadn't tasted envy ina while and it was delicious. "Whatever it was it tasted good. You're lucky I didn't just attack you again after getting balsted back. I normally only taste lust and greed."

Cedrik laughed lightly and coldly, "My dear, if you only truly knew how my blessing worked. I can feed off of your own emotions as it draws me in, but I become more powerful if I inflict it upon you just as easily. So I get to feed from your energy as well as maintain energy for myself to project. It is like I'm a filter. I pull in all the bad and keep it in and give out good only for more bad that I might have missed before to come back in again. As long as I have that constant flow of energy moving through me I can stay alive and powerful. So what will become of you getting intoxicated of your own accord?" He asked curiously.

Ash looked at Ciara a bit confused as to where her true allegiances rested. Sure Damien had helped her, but Ash could have easily done the same if she asked for it and without her soul being sold. Okay so it wouldn't have been half as easy without a soul, but it was able to be done. He questioned if her loyalties would still rest with Damien even if Ash fixed all her problems himself. He also questioned if Salem and Variel would side with Damien if Damien was subdued from any real war starting. Ash knew that no matter what occurred a war would start some how. Either the hunters would retaliate and be pushed further into the open or the Witches would go agaisnt one another in keeping openness to mortals or being against it entirely. Ash knew more than any leader that somewhere a division will occur. It was inevitable and impossible to stop. It could be all prevented if Witches stayed in the dark, but Ash grew up more than half of his true childhood years not knowing of Witches, and he didn't want such secrecy to divide who was mortal and who was not. It should always be equality no matter the differences of race or species. To him peace was the main goal and mainstreaming through opening mortal eyes to who had been living around them. It could help police detectives solve cold cases that would have never been possible due to Wraiths or dark Witches being the culprits. It would give humans greater medical knowledge and ways of fighting off any true viruses making mortals live full happy lives. It could unite circles of Witches and mortal Wiccans. So much good would come from it and that was all he truly desired, but no matter what the goal was someone would try to halt such a thing. Ash looked to Kali, "I understand the pain you are suffering. I need you alert and strong for what is to come. Get some rest. I will have no more talk of this tonight. I can see all are becoming weary as dawn approaches. I will see you all in twelve hours at which time I will be arranging news crews and so forth to prepare for mainstream of Witches worldwide." Ash said plainly as he stood. "I will attempt compromise with Damien Devereux and his family, but if compromise is unsuccessful I must eliminate those who pose threats in the proper form. Witch trials will begin and I will ensure the safety of innocence and Witches." He spoke as if Witches were not innocent and technically based on Puritan belief Witches acted with powers that only God should hold. It was a sin to be a Witch even in hsi eyes, but he wanted peace and he wanted the world to see with their eyes open.

Stefan followed behind Damien who was walking down the sidewalk back to the house. Salem caught up rather quickly. "So, bro, what are you planning? I mean I am agaisnt mortals being beneath us but you seem to have far more worked out than Ash back there. I'm in for whatever."
Damien smirked, "I like your enthusiasm, Salem, but you need to worry about your last week of school. A world will be changing and I don't want a brother of mine unable to say he had graduated before it did change. Remember the life you have had and the years that had passed. A new age is coming for the better or the worst."
Stefan did not speak he didn't even know to himself what he felt on any of this. He was happy he could touch people, but all he could think about was killing the murderer of his parents.

Cedrik saw how drunk she was getting and couldn't help but to feed from such determination to become intoxicated. He pushed his influence toward her provoking ravenous hunger for alcohol. He wanted to feed from her energies alone and it made him so amazed how intentional it was for her. He presumed his influence over such an act would be far easier to induce given that was what she desired. He rolled his eyes as she stumbled around, "You know I find that whomever may be my soul mate I have probably already killed. Just because they are who they are does not make them worth keeping alive in my eyes. My life is far more important than another's. Perhaps if you would delve less on the pleasures of each life you will find meaning behind your curse and realize it is not the curse, but the goddess who controls your fate. Accept that and you may find more answers and experiences than you could ever hope to imagine. If I were you though in the net life start having sex as a teenager and you may be able o enjoy it longer." He offered his advice without question. He cared little for her life and he wanted to feel her through him.

Ash was not finding anything amusing abotu the situation as the girls giggled to one another. He found no profanity in nudity and could have cared less. He was reborn and therefore he was like Adam and Eve before eating the forbidden fruit. He care little for clothes and things like cars or houses.
Ash stood up finally looking aorund the room. "I can see division already among the numbers. I will not kill you Damien, but you will answer for your crimes within the coming days. I will see that you lose your bond to your Familiar and your Blessed Ones. I will ensure that your brother Salem lives on to continue your noble line, but you will answer for the crimes you have committed and the crimes you will commit."

Damien caught the pants even before Stefan who was holding the tissue box very tightly to himself. Damien handed Stefan a pair of the pants and he pulled his own on. "Look, Ash, Andrew, whatever you prefer to be called...I have no desire to dethrone you, but I won't sit back and let you destroy me. I am sorry Kali, but our deal is broken. Enough know the truth now. I am a Wraith and I will rule the Grievance Ridge Coven. I don't care who's blood is on my hands. I have a child or children to father and Salem as much as he hates to admit it, him and Erin still need me too. I have my own deals set before others and they will be followed. I do not care for your title and I do not care for your authority. As far as I'm concerned you hold no power over me. I am a Wraith. My soul survives upon death. Funny, your soul gave me enough power to do some very powerful magic. In a sense you are beneath me. I own you and there will never be anything you can do about it." Ash moved forward to grab Damien by the throat but Stefan reacted quickly jsut after pulling the jeans on, but not haivng them buttoned or zipped just yet. He held Ash hard by the wrist and his eyes turned black. Ash felt a force against his skin and pulled away quickly. "So death becomes you, Stefan." Ash said coldly. "I cannot make peace with those who do not wish it for all. You will pay for your crimes, Damien Devereux. I will ensure it. I have far more pressing matters than to concern myself with a speck of a life like yours."

Salem stood up finished with listening to all of this. "Hold up just a minute. Ash you agreed to make peace, if Damien doesn't wish it let him try for war where only peace can exist, but that is my brother you are threatening. Crime or no crime I stick by blood before coven." Ash straightened hismelf glaring at Salem. "If that is the choice you make be careful of what crimes he pulls you into. I have the power and authority through divinity to wipe you of your powers and make you all mortal. I choose not to because if peace is ever possible between us perhaps you could prove useful to my cause."
Salem jerks Damien back by the shoulder and Damien didn't do anything but give one last smirk to Ash. "Stefan, come." He said as he followed Salem outside. Stefan downed his head and zipped up the jeans as the base of his dick was quiet visible otherwise. He followed the two guys outside a bit afraid to leave Ciara in the room by herself now or even Variel for that matter.

Ash rolled his eyes without another word and looked at Kali, "You see his kind doesn't want peace they only want the rest of us to be as miserable as they are. I will not have his kind ruining the future of union between mortals and Witches."

Artemus raised an eyebrow without flinching as the blade met the crotch of his pants. Artemus simply shrugged, "It worked didn't it? It proved to us he was not going to waste the time in saving you in person. He knew you would want him dead so he wanted you protected somehow without you trying to kill him. I only made it evident to him what you fear most. He will now be afraid that it will happen again. Once you live your nightmares it can only be more apparent to the world to make it happen again. He will be on the edge of his seat for your life and your innocence. Clearly you must be a virgin or you wouldn't have freaked out so easily. I didn't even bother with seducing you because you held such fear for what was coming. I could taste it." Artemus said pushing limits inside of her, he knew. However, it didn't strike him to take another's personal feelings or fears into account at any point only Variel held such a privilege.

Cedrik grew more and more curious of her condition as well as the new Supreme Witch's condition. "So you mean to tell me he is immortal and has been since birth? Interesting. As far as love goes...I met a girl blessed as I am and we were together for awhile until she did not pay her dues and was driven insane. I had to only respect my lords wishes in her sentence as she killed everyone at a small cocktail party we had done in honor of her. I lost her and that was as close to love as I had ever become. Killing people with someone as gifted as myself. It was poetic really. Then I moved into the sex market and made a living and well I had my feel for this life and the next. I have no reason to hold sexual urges and if I do it is only to claim another life in the end." He said it rather plainly as though talking of the weather, but another's life should never be spoken of so lightly. He had been immortal for so long he had lived fully without death for so many centuries that he had lost all real humanity that could ahve ever existed inside of him.

telekinesis all Witches already have.

telepathy all Witches have with one another, but those gifted with it can reach beyond jsut Witches.

strength, speed and agility all Witches have

The list of abilities is a little too long. Try taking some out also enhanced condition all Witches naturally have.

Cedrik could only appear interested. "I think we both have two definitions of being taken advantage of. Already you have shared your story of how you are who you are. Now tell me what brought you to know the infant who is now ruling and will soon decide our fate." Cedrik mused the question figuring she wasn't plastered enough as he downed hi second shot and jerked the bottle form her grip taking a nice hardy gulp before handing it back. "If it was sex I was after I would have settled for someone a bit more fun to kill. Youwould jsut keep coming back and I would have to hunt you to the ends of the earth and kill you again and again because the fear of you exposing me for what I am. I have remained alive without any difficulty from Covens for so long because I have intuitive self preservation." Cedrik assured her with his charming smile. "Sex for myself would need to be more advantage to me than pleasure. In my past it was always pleasure, but nowadays it is all about the advantage I can gain in life. With sex comes intimacy and with intimacy comes a far more adventurous way to destroy someone from the inside out. Death is all that is ever on my mind. I have a quota to meet each solstice and I've never been one to fail."

Artemus grinned, "This is what you wanted. Now be afraid. Fear what is to come and what will never be for you. This is everything you desired." His voice was no longer his own. It sounded otherworldly, demonic even. He forced himself upon her and there was no turning back for him at this point. Then just before he could penetrate what innocence was left inside of her a blast of fire burned between them launching him backwards. Artemus came to his body half naked only in underwear he shook covered in black soot from the flames. He looked up toward Florence and looked around for the Witch, but he was nowhere to be seen. "Bloody Hell!!! That bastard had you spelled! He put a protection charm on you and it fucking worked. Fucking bullocks!" Artemus pounded his fist into a tree and the shattering noise echoed like thunder. The tree creaked in pain before falling backwards from them. He moved upon Florence and offered his hand..."Are you alright? Sorry I lost control...I guess it helped though given you had to reach a point of fear to trigger that spell. He had to have done it before you pissed one another off. That fucking bastard...Don't you worry...We will get him even if it hits him emotionally before it does physically." Artemus assured her hating how Witches felt so high and mighty they had the authority and the audacity to protect mortals as they saw fit.

Cedrik turned with a raised eyebrow. He found her curse intriguing. "So what did a Coven Witch do to deserve to die forever?" He rounded upon her and she was right. He felt the presence of death closer to her than he had before to anyone else. Death was intimate with her and seemed to follow her closely through each of her lives. "You are immortal and yet you are not. What did you do to piss a witch off so badly that they cursed you with reincarnation?" He asked curiously taking one of the shot glasses and downing it quickly. If it was one thing about him that would be noticeable it was his insatiable appetite for alcohol. He had a craving for it and it was like his elixir. As a Wendigo-Maenad he could not help but strive for intoxication. Unfortunately, he has never experienced full drunkenness for himself. He was to search forever to be drunk and never achieve it. It was how he survived on everyone else's behaviors and acts of such. He could get buzzed but only with enough drink that would cause any normal Witch or mortal alcohol poisoning.

Artemus smirked rather seductively charming. "Well, the sort of danger I am about to put you in is not going to be the sort you would imagine. It won't be pleasant and if I lose too much control don't hesitate to use that dagger on your thigh. However, I will say this. I am going to do something very degrading to you and you will not like it at all. I am going to make you wish you had the one person you despise above all others here to save you." He moved in a blur of speed and had her pinned to a tree by her throat. Without hesitation he kissed her deeply. He grinned almost evil intent in his eyes as they began to burn bright pink. He jerked at her bra being all that was left from the ripping of her shirt earlier. It ripped in two and then he undid her bottoms. Then his own. "This will not pass quickly. This will hurt. You will beg for mercy." Artemus forced his body to press agaisnt hers tightly he bit at her neck just above where he held her. He grinded into her forcing her legs to be on either side of him. He kissed her hard and bit into her lip violently. Suddenly, as he was grinding into her he began to pull out her soul. A small stream of light. It was a deep dark blue. It symbolized her most recent sin. It was Envy. He kissed her deeper and forced himself harder agaisnt her pounding his body against her. He pulled back only tasting a piec eof her soul. "You taste good enough I could eat you up." He grinned harshly grinding harder against her. "Are you sure you want to feel fear like never before. I will bring you close to death and only Andrew will feel the horrors I force upon you." He said coldly begging for her to scream.

Cedrik could only be amused by her, "I have no intention of killing an infant of the ages, not yet." He glanced around to the now rather empty club and many Witches and few who were strong willed enough to avoid his influence looked around confused as to who started such a riot. Cedrik glanced around before staring more intently at the woman before him. "If I desired Andrew Foster dead I would have done it centuries ago and cut his family line before he could even be imagined up by gods. I want something else that he has and I want it more than anything. So given you know him personally I must ask where is he? There is a war coming and I want to be sure that I am choosing the right side to be on when it gets here, understand? No Witch or mortal touched by magic will be able to avoid their place in this war and when the time comes I will be sure to make my enemies burn in hell fire for eternity. The power I showed long ago during my Ascension is nothing compared to what I am capable of now. IF you are as old as you say you are then you would have heard of the Roman army who went into Germania and did not return. You would know something of the ancient disaster of Pompeii. Perhaps even the Black Death will come to your mind. I have caused each and everyone of those disasters. I gathered a mob to behead Marie Antoinette. I have done more than enough of my time in this world. I am unafraid of death as we have grown to be excellent business partners." Cedrik stood..."Nevermind my questions you will only do your best to distract me or veer me from what I seek. This town will be under my control by the end of the month. I expect that you should leave and take those dear to you with you when the time comes." He stood up and began walking toward the door.

Artemus nodded, "Well, I know very few Witches and the few I do know aren't so keen on accepting me so much as they are accepting of my sister. I expect that we find at least one of those witches and we find Ash. If he has yet to fully enter his pwoers he is mroe weak now than he will be if he performs those trials. We need to get to him before that moment. I expect that we won't have long if someone in the hierarchy has acknowledged him for what he is. If he is immortal perhaps it won't be as immortal as most of those who are cursed. If we are lucky he will only be immortal unless killed. If we use you then he must be keeping tabs on you on another level of your subconscious. I expect if you are placed in danger and you truly feel fear he will come to rescue you." Artemus suggested thinking hard on what would be enough to get him to save her.

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Ash could only sit back and raise and eyebrow with asimple nod to the ladies before glancing back at Salem one last time. "Very well...I feel you have revoked me...I summon you by the power invested within me. I am your ruler recognized or not. Damien Devereux!" Ash sat back keeping his eyes on the others while fire engulfed the center table once more and Damien and Stefan were entirely naked standing on the table. Ash smirked, "You asked for a meeting of peace and already you make guard dogs for your own gain. I find myself disappointed. Next you will be turning them into Sleepwalkers and performing the rite of Familiar on them early just to ensure your connection to them."
Damien was no ashamed nor embarrassed to be naked. He liked his body and was more than happy to show every inch of it off. Stefan on the other hand covered himself frowning as he saw Ciara slowly dozing off. "Ash old friend, long time no see. I thought you wouldn't have made it until dawn. Your more powerful than I anticipated. However, I must say you are going to have to tone it down on phoenix teleportation if you want your guest to enjoy your company. Otherwise a room full of naked people could lead to dispute in any form of recognizing our kind as something to be equal." Damien said with his arms open in surrender as he gestured to his dick.
Salem quickly closed his eyes as he realized that one of the two men who appeared was his brother fully nude. What made him feel worse was for a split second before such realization he was checking his brother out. Salem frowned not enjoying a single second of this situation. "Okay can we please be finished with naked men on the coffee table. I'm really starting to get agitated with teenage hormones."

Damien turned grinning his beautiful and charming grin to Variel. "Well, I was getting ready for bed and waiting up on you to get home, guess the wait will be longer, huh?" He said with a nod to Stefan. "This, Ash, is Stefan. He is a Cursed One turned Blessed One by my own powers just as Ciara is.
Ash nodded, "I see and you also regained the power wasted on such an action on a resurrected Witches death. I do believe that if I am not mistake Kali has a deal with you, Wraith. You will repent for your crimes, but you are to commit no more. I think that deal was just broken, do you not?"
Damien nodded, "I see, glad you know the real me, but you must also take into consideration that the Witch who I killed deserved it. Not to mention all the good that came out of it. Stefan had the Touch of Thanatos Curse...Now it is under his control. Ciara was cursed by love and now she is in control. Granted she is still learning, but out of even that I brought back her family."
Ash nodded, "Yes, but you also killed a mortal. It is a crime to kill your own kind and even more so you risked exposing us and have done so to mortals who sit in this very room. Politics cannot be discussed with someone who holds such self-loathing that they must kill others to be satisfied with themselves. I will not have this. Damien Devereux if you so much as harm another Witch or Mortal I will kill you myself, not before breaking your bonds and magic performed first so that the Blessed Ones and your Familiar are unaffected by your treachery. Do I make myself understood?"
Damien laughed, "What do I get out of it? YOu think a threat is going to make me stop living? I need souls I won't be held from them and I will not back down from my bargains made. Ciara's deaths were for her so that I may have her. Do not start on morals with me because I know your curse all too well. You have been killing those who loved you since birth."
Ash stood up the flames of the inner phoenix burning brightly in his eyes jsut as Damien's still tinted blood red. "Do not dare bring up my faults! I have been in no fault to those deaths. They chose to care for me and in the end they chose death for themselves. I will not be badgered by somer ingrate who thinks himself all powerful simply because a man from another realm deems it so."
Damien glared, "You want to prove who is more powerful let's see who is in more control of their abilities. I have only one goal and that is to make sure you are not the one ruling over our kind in the end."
Ash glared, "Our kind, My kind is more like it. I am a Witch you are a degraded copy of a Witch. You are a misprint of what you once were. You are not of our kind when you sold yourself willingly by blood to Lucifer. Your kind is nothing but roaches under my boot waiting only for stale foods and to be crushed."

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