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Stefan could only smirk slightly as Ciara kissed him. "Maybe if you would ever consider it and we gain control over our curses and you get your friends and family back....Maybe I could get your brothers' blessings and we could really try for something." He knew it was a long shot and he knew that Ciara would probably say she was a free spirit and relationship and centuries of hurt would keep her form ever being able to remain faithful to Stefan, but he was willing to take such a risk. He wanted to be with her more than anyone in the world. He stood up still holding her hand and helping pulling her up. For moment he reached down to pick up Queen, but he stopped himself, "Sorry, being with you almost made me forget I was cursed at all." His voice was still low. He wasn't goingto break something as intense as a powerful Witch and his Familiar tlaking about a child that was yet to be born.

Damien frowned truly frowned seemingly broken by two halves of himself. One mortal and one Wraith. "Variel...Vari, I love you and I would challenge the world to face me if it meant saving you and our son from damnation. He felt her stomach for a moment and raised an eyebrow in curiosity..."Strange....For a moment it sound as though two heartbeats were in sync....probably my nerves. I want him to have a good life. In a world of war or peace I want him to be happy...I want you to be happy. Salem can take care of himself and I know that maybe one day I will be able to be the man you want me to be and I know maybe one day I may turn so viscous you would try to kill me yourself. So many futures are ahead of us. I'll ask Ash to meet on peaceful terms. He then glanced over Variel's shoulder seeing Stefan and Ciara standing up. "Starting with them...Where do you think you are going?"
Stefan turned facing Damien very intently, "We were leaving and awaiting a better time for us to become Blessed Ones."
Damien shook his head, "No better time than the present. I may be arranging a peaceful meeting, but you two are still under my protection and are bound in loyalty to me. You do not leave my sight and you do not leave my side. Now, Ciara, I promised you a way out of your curse and any piece of burden to be beared on Stefan's part is to be transferred to you. I also promised you your family back. However, these are my conditions. You will walk with me, you will eat at my table, you will live under my roof, you will follow my rules, you will be eternally bound to me."
Stefan looked fear stricken, "Anything as long as I get my revenge that I seek."
Damien nodded kindly he was different, powerful, but less darkened. It seemed sketchy at first, but something inside him and his aura was softer and my sincere. "My promise to you was revenge for the death of your parents upon the Wraith who killed them. As well as becoming one of the first Blessed Ones. I am waiting no time in making allies even in times of peace I desire friends where I have so many more enemies competing for my attention." He threw his hand behind him and a pentagram of flame craved itself into the "Let us begin...Variel, Familiar, Mortal...Whatever you may consider yourself, your spirit like all spirits holds power. I need your help. Will you join me in freeing them from their curses and making them blessed?" This again was no order as he usually did it was a true request.

Ash wanted to reach out for her and embrace her in a hug, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. He had to get rid of her. It was for her own safety. Once his enemies discovered his closest loved ones they would use that love against him and everyone he has protected or cared for would die. He had to be selfless and in such a manner he had to dispose of those he loved from ever loving him back. He turned on her quickly, "You are a hunter. You are a murderer of my own kind. You do not differ Witches from Wraiths or sinners from the righteous. You have been killing my kind for centuries with no heart to ever care for the lives you have taken from this world. Souls are only suffering in Hell because God has given man the power to create damnation. You marked us as the sinners! You marked us as the wrongdoers! You are at fault! I loved the idea of being with you. I could never love someone who has damned my people into an eternity of suffering. You are in God's eyes and he has turned his sights from us with each one you kill and damn to Hell. My people's blood is on your hands! I can never love something that is incapable of love itself. You mean nothing to me. I hold the power to damn you now. I hold the power to rid your kind of this world entirely! I want to mainstream to make peace yet only War can be caused. This is your doing! You Hunters have defiled what was once sacred and Holy to your God! You disgust my presence with your mere existence! I can never love you!" He felt nothing but more hurt nad pain toward himself in those words than ever before. He felt truth in words, but now he began to wonder just how much his previous thoughts were wrong. His words to make Florence hate him was more painful for him than what it would cause her, but now he began to wonder if he was right in what he said. Her kind started this ongoing battle when Witches had only wanted acceptance and equality. Only war could bring peace and in peace only death awaited. Ash was sickened by himself and by the thoughts he had, but he was facing the truth in such power. The phoenix within began to rise in his eyes as they glowed with fire. The earth began trmebling aorund them and the trees and wind all seemed to answer to his rage and thoughts. "I renounce any care for mortals. I renounce any care for your kind. I condemn you and all mortals to Hell. I damn you!" In a sudden rush the words were emitted like a spell and silence and calmness filled the air almost instantaneously. "You hunters best be prepared. War has begun. There will be no peace until your mission has succeeded. Only one true race shall rise above and your kind is so under evolved it will be the Witches who rule!" He felt his fire burn away his clothes and engulf him entirely. Within such power his voice rose formthe flames and echoed. "Witches are the true followers of God and it is time for a second coming and a cleansing of this earth! I am being summoned by my followers and when we meet again you will see that love for my kind cannot exist for you." The flames vanished entirely and nothing but the red silk basket ball shorts was left in a pentagram of scorched earth.

Salem gritted his teeth upon hearing this. He did not see such a future. He wanted to protest, but she was the Seer perhaps she was far more accurate as she said so herself that the future could always change perhaps they had both seen two separate paths. "I saw death, but not the same death. I saw Ash dead but it wasn't Ash it was a large flaming bird. Then it became Ash and as it burned it switched between the two forms. Around him were Witches...and mortals and sleepwalkers and Familiars all joining hands. I saw you, Damien, Reyna, Variel, and two children with them. I wasn't there though. I was a shadow in the background along with hundreds of thousands of others. We were joined by chains and a tall naked man held those chains. He held us in place and we could not reach Ash or Damien or any of the others." Salem was almost frightful of what he saw. He would rather see Damien and Variel dead together than see himself suffering so horribly. He was trying hsi best to think of the horrors he would rather see others face before his own misery and it sickened him to think that when he looked in the mirror he would only see Damien as he is now. Salem feared that they didn't find a way to save the child in Variel and he sacrificed himself for them only so he could ssuffer forever and everyone seemed completely happy with it because those int h circle around ash were chanting and smiling. He was scared of what he would have done to deserve sucha fate. He believed true sacrifice was a holy act that would only be rewarded. Was it a selfish act worth being punsihed for in other ways?

Damien was taken back at how forward Variel was being toward him. Over their time of being together she was stuck in herself. She was far more open with her mind on emotions. Especially toward him now. He lvoed her so deeply and he knew nothing else to do but break their bond. He brushed the side of her cheek with the backs of his fingers. "Variel, I cannot stop you from making your own choices in this life, but neither can you stop me. Andrew Foster is the Witch leader who even you must answer to before me. I won't see you die. Breaking it, us, apart will be less painful for you if I do it rather than you doing it. I will not die. Their visions were wrong. I will be immortal and when I face Ash immortality will flow through my veins and the veins of my army. Ash is seeking to mainstream our existence tot he mortal population. He will start a war on his own. My army is simply to retaliate against such a war. If we mainstream mortals should be put in their place. Those who are loyal enough to such a cause shall become Blessed rather than pathetic mortals who have no outer experience with their souls. Both of these Cursed Ones have offered themselves to service my army as great leaders. I will unlock power within them and it will only make our kinds stronger. Mortals will know their masters. Ash wishes to mate with them and make union with them. I refuse such disgrace. In a world where Witches rule over man it is no disgrace for a Witch to love his or her Familiar or their Blessed Ones. No more shall curses exist. Only blessings." He wanted her to understand so badly he could feel hismelf physically hurting for it to happen. It was the rejection knowing that she would refuse sucha way of life. "You won't have to hide your gifts, Vari. You will be free to be you in the day and night. Join me, join us and we can raise a child in a world where he will be treated as a prince. The world will be rediscovered and reconquered and we can rule in new factions. Kingdoms to be made out of the states and counties. Please, join me, I want to be able to grow powerful with you and stronger. Make our bond greater beyond imagining."

Stefan started to come into a realization that Damien was making up a world of dreams in his mind. It was like his old Christian faith of a world beyond this life where sadness could enver exist. Yet in that same world existed beings who destroyed mankind through centuries with floods and fires and bloodshed. Stefan knew that Damien was imagining a utopia and as revenge would be sweet it seemed as though his dreams would be unreachable no matter how close Damien thought he was to achieving them. "Ciara? Perhaps we chould go." He offered holding ehr hand a bit tightly and abit nervously. Damien was radiating with power and he wanted more. It made Stefan nervous to know what he would be capable of with full power over all the world. He wanted to join hima nd still was determined to do so, but his love for the woman before him made Stefan question if Damien was even reacting sanely to his own ideas.

Ash felt her pain and felt guilty for being unable to apologize. He understood she was on his side but in truth he wanted her on no side. He wanted her to live a normal human life with no Witches, no killing, no death, and no pain. He could say nothing, "If you wish to leave me for good I will understand. I care for you too much to see you hurt. Even when you hunt I will ensure you find no Witches. You will have the human life you deserve. I promise." Ash touched her motorcycle and it roared to life with no effort at all. The tank was full and the gauges were completely fine. "Go on. My magic will alst in you forever. I want you to be happy and you will not be able to find happiness with me. It will only lead to death and a bloody end for you. Trust me." He warned her as he stood only able to watch her. He knew nothing else to say to her and he knew no other way to make things better for her.

((goodnight or mornign rather..same here and I have to be up in fifteen minutes...))

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As the arguement broke out, or Variel stating everything on her mind rather Stefan joined Ciara behind them to observe and Ciara seemed to be enjoying it like some sort of dog fight. That put a bit of unease in him, but he trsuted her enough to think she would enver be that way toward him if he got in afight. He could only watch and say nothing even when Ciara asked who he was betting on he still had nothing to say. "I think it best to leave bets open." He finally retorted staring bashfully at the sand. He was on his butt his knees propped up and his hands hanging on them.

Damien was taken back he didn't know what to say or do. He could always command her to be silent and leave, but it would hurt far too much. She wasn't able to read his thoughts, but she could feel his emotions and he expected that it only fuelled her anger. Damien stepped back slightly and crossed his arms. "Variel, I'm sorry...I know an apology isn't what will heal that scar and it certaily won't help you in forgiving me if that is to occur at any point, but it is sincere." He prayed she would be listneing to his emotions smelling that he had only fear of losign her in his aroma apart from his wonderful scent that seemed all too natural and enticing. "Nothing can make up for what I ahve done to you, but know this I lvoe you and it pains me to even say sucha thing about anyone other than myself and even that seems rather painful to do. I know I reacted horribly. I didn't listen and I only acted out of selfish loathing rather than love. Please don't forgive me, but understand how much I regret what I did. I do not like your brother nor will I ever, but I swear I will never try to harm him or you again. I want this world to change for the better for you and for...Mikah." He is cursed so I offer my allegiance nad a truce to him. He may be a hunter, but for you I will ask him to join me in creating a new world order. I want you to have no part in it and should he turn the offer down I will leave it at that gladly. I understnad if you want to leave. I can release my bond to you and grant you anew master so the pain will not exist. You may move wherever you desire, just don't ask me toa ccept you brekaing our bond entirely. I lvoe you far too much to be able to bare sucha thing. I am sadistic, but you are the only piece in this world in my soul that I have left that is even remotely human. Human not mortal." He begged her to understnad he had no other way of pleading for her mercy in love. He knew no other way than to ask for forgiveness.

Salem shook his head at Kali's words. "I understand, and even though you may be able to see deeper into people than anyone known you can't say I am biased toward their kind. I was raised that way, but even I have had mortal friends. I love Variel like a sister or even a second mother. She is a familiar and I still care for her. Reyna has her own reasons to be a Rogue Witch. It is her choice to be in a Coven or not. She simply needs to be careful in where she treads. As for Max...Her choice to remain a Sleepwalker is her choice. I have tried so hard to be like Damien the harder I tried the more I have come to realize I was pushing to be him and psuhing who I am away. I can't hate...I can't kill...I can't stop violence, but I can try. I want to please everyone around me and I don't know how to stop and start thinking of myself and at this point I think that is jsut who I am. I will always strive to make those aorund me comfortable and I will always strive to amke sure no matter how much someone hates me I will try to make the hate as easy a spossible for them. I don't want to be in a war and I don't want to be apart of a conflict based off of race and power and curses and blessings...I want to be Salem. I want to accept being a Seer in training. I want to be able to looka teveryone around me and find something good about them that I can accept them as who they are not what they are. I can say hoenstly you have shown me more of how to be a friend ot someone than Damien ever could. I may be more like himthan either or us care to admit, but I'm me. I want to be able to accept others for being them. I am as pulled back form the Coven as you are and that isn't going to stop me from striving to be more like you. I will be involved, but Kali, you only feel like you are dying. You aren't dying. I won't let that happen now at your own hands or at anyone else's. As far as your house goes...I don't know. If I had a dog whistle I'd call for Max, but once she gets back here we need to find Ash. You need something to make you stronger and honestly, I am only descent at potions. I doubt the Sleepwalk...sorry...Max has anything that would be of use and I'm not giving you any sort of St. John's root or basil to help with the pain not without the right stuff to brew it in to make it less potent." Salem was trying hard to prepare for the day that eh may have to rise up and be a Seer. He was trying harder to be more of hismelf and less of Damien, but never realized how hard it was going to be until he started actually trying. He looked mroe intently at her, "I only heard voices and had glimpses of the memories of past Seers and God only knows who else. What did you see, Kali?" He had to ask. He hoped that she would be as truthful with him as he had been trying to be with her. He hoped she would be trusting and open enough.

Stefan flinched slightly out of his jealous anger when he heard Variel. He said nothing about what Ciara had to say to damien mainly becuase he presumed like all her life she would have her fun with him. For him personally her having anything to do with him was enough. As Variel approached them he came to realize just why Damien cared for her so much. She wa slovely and for a pregnant woman she seemed to be in good fit condition too. "I'd shake your hand, but it wouldn't be wise." He warned her, "At least not until I get my blessing."
Damien seemed to lose all his charm, all of his manipulative grin could hold and nothing but fear, pain, and hatred toward hismelf seemed present. "Variel, What are you doing here. You shouldn't be here. Nevermind what I did to you. It isn't safe for you and our child to be present during this ceremony. You cna do whatever it is you want to me after I have finished what I started." He sounded almost fearful as if her threat was not what he feared it was her bond to him. He felt her rage and her pain and it frightened himt o know he could feel sucha thing. "Where is Salem? I take it your brother didn't follow...did you come alone?" He was triyng his damnedest to come back into reality and reconfigure his persona. He wanted to move forward and embrace her in a hug and kiss, but he was far to frightened of how she might react. He knew he had done a horrible thing to her earlier and he knew that it was beyond forgiving. She wasn't here as his lover anymore. She was here as is Familiar and a person who was going to try and talk him out of his plans to create order as it should have been done long ago.
He looked to Ciara quickly, "Fine you have my word, but know this. One soul is never equal to another. My soul is worth hundreds of thousands and Lucifer enjoys such a quality. You may pass through this ceremony and become blessed, or your very essence will be all that is left to walk this earth if the fire denies your soul as payment worth servicing with power." He had to get this over with so perhaps he may sitll have achnace to patch things up with Variel.

Stefan frowned, "So if our souls are accepted we get control, we get blessed, and we join your ranks as leaders and will fight along side of you and take down this Supreme Witch so you can rise to the position and be over all." Damien nodded as Stefan may be instinctive, but he saw that for a newly Cursed he wasn't half as dimwitted as most mortals were. Dmaien looked back at Variel. "Wait in the car. We can talk when I have finished." As it usually was an order rather than a request it wans't the same this time. No feeling of order was behind his words. He was talking to Variel as ahuman man talking to his human consort. He had sworn to himself never to push Variel against her will ever again.

Salem felt disappointed. He wanted to help, but he trusted Kali enough to udnerstand. He would go alone if it didn't seem entirely ignorant of him to do so. He simply nodded and tried hsi ebst to keep his mind clear of any real vocal thoughts for Kali's sake. He turned out the lights and grbabed the phone wlaking itno the kitchen. He dialled the number and it went directly to voicemail. "Ash, this is Salem. The delusional guy who wanted to get with you. Kali isn't well, but when she is feeling better a meeting needs to be arranged the urgency of the matter is globally compromising and should you already know...Just know I'm standing with you. I accept you as my Supreme and I will do whatever it takes to bring down your...our enemies." He ung the phone up and sat back down holding the phone tightly. "He didn't pick up." He only siad this much ebcuase no matter how quiet he was he knew that Kali was able to hear his words aloud and in his mind as he spoke them.

((np at all. I'm watching Trueblood in between post lol))

Damien was more impressed by Ciara than he was Stefan's little curse. He was intrigued by her. She knew how to gamble even if it was against herself. He could only cross his arms and grin as she allowed her lips to touch his. And already with that he knew he had won. "Ciara is right, Stefan. She knows the risks and she is smart to warn you and you would be smart to listen. But we both know that you won't. You want revenge to bad to call quits now. As for me owning you, after tonight I won't be the one you have to worry about owning you. After tonight you will not be blessed by me but by a power we must all answer to. A power greater than any god or goddess. His name is Lucifer and he holds dominion over the Earth and all it's creatures and makings." He then turned to face Ciara more strictly looking, "You want your family done. You want them all back all those you loved and lost. Completely fine by me. You cna have them. It will cost more than your soul to do so. As for his price it will only be his soul, except the burden he carries with each soul he takes. You may carry those burdens too. I permit it and if I permit it Lucifer grants it to be so."
Stefan wanted to protest, but before he could Damien held up ahand to stop him from tlaking and it seemed for him that talking was no longer an option his voice vanished as he opened his mouth and as Damien's hand stayed up. Damien smiled mroe charmingly and more sinister than ever. "Ciara, I bless you with my protection when your soul elaves your body you shall never face death ever again." Clearly he held his own mind of thoughts. Pure evil was inside of hima dn if he even had a spark of his soul left it was being drowned out by the looming darkness behind his eyes. "So you want loved ones and you want to be Blessed. You want all of Salem's burdens and prices to be your own. You want to be apart of my army. It is done." He kissed his lips softly rubbing ehr cheeks gently.

Stefan was okay with him being kissed, but a twinge of jealousy rose up insid eof him as Damien kissed Ciara with a bit more feeling that could have, in his own mind, passed as intimacy. He clinched his fist and tightened his jaw showing as much restraint as possible. As Damien pulled back he looked over to stefan with asmirk, "It seems we need to be fixing your curses to blessings sooner than I thought. Oh and that bit about making ownership. Once Lucifer has the both of your souls I am given guardianship and that will make loverboy and you both mine. You may not like that part, but trust me I won't have nearly enough control over you as I do Variel. As much as I wish tht I did and such positions could be swapped I cna only do that if she revokes our bond and that will end badly for her in the end. I can't have my own heir with a hurt and insecure mother. I..." He was going to say love, but he could only say love directly to Variel's face. He knew he hurt her. He knew she wouldn't come crawling back into his arms and pleading to be whole with him again. H eknew that he may have very well lost her entirely, but he wasn't one to accept defeat so easily. He did love her and he may have had a hard time of showing it and posisbly betrayed any chance of them being together as lovers, but love was in his heart for Variel and Variel alone, "I care for her wellbeing."

Salem wanted to protest. It wasn't that he didn't believe in Variel and that she couldn't do it. He simply feared that if she was unable to convince him Damien wouldn't harm her physically, but perhaps he would force her to try and kill the guy who was cursed. If that happened too much contact may not kill her but the baby indefinitely. No one knew what a Familiar/Witch half breed would be or capable of being. IT bothered him to think that it would take after Variel's first life and be mortal. IF the baby was human he would be more apt to dying than anyone else. Not to mention the disappointment that Damien would have. If ti took her curse being immortal and a Witch the aging process could speed up almost isntantly after birth. Already her child was going to be due far sooner than a mortal child. It wasn't human and it may not even be Witch. It would be something entirely different and entirely unheard of. "Be careful, Vari...I love you." He said as she raced out knowing she would have heard him. He looked to Kali, "What do I need to do?" He wasn't thinking it any longer, but Salem was far more mature than he had ever been in a very long time. He was rising to the plate and accepting anything thrown at him and he was ready to throw it back. Onnce one reached sucha level of maturity they never really thought baout being treated as a child or an adult. They simply accepted responsibility as a duty of action that they were compelled to accept without question and without conflict. He was dizzy from the power Awakening and the surge of pwoer eh felt and still seeing magic in the very essence of air and the fabric of existence made things even harder to focus, but he was gripping to reality and a Witches reality which was no reality at all as all things were possible now. He knew his pwoers and he felt he had more control than he believed possible over them.

((understandable, but you really don't have to respond so largely. If you want a smaller post fine by me you do one and I will follow suit. Absolutely no problems.))

((lol I never said you had to make yours as long as mine I personally am getting intensely into this rp if you aren't I can tone it down a lot. No big at all. Promise XD))

Salem came to almost instantly as Variel's voice broke through the many other voices. He was breathing heavily and sweating bullets. "Damien...He is...He started a war...He won't live." He panted out gasping for air. In his past he had seizures and asthma. It was not normal for such a thing to occur with a Witch at all, and it made Salem question if he was a true Witch or a half breed. However, Salem knew something bad was ocming. Whether or not it was Kali making it known to the universe that he was going to replace her someday in the near or distant future or his own powers, but Salem felt power and had visions of not his own memories but century old memories and voices. "You have to stop him, Variel. Damien is going to challenge the Supreme Witch and if he does...he will die." Salem looked voer to Kali and knew that she saw far more than what he had as his wa sonly pwoer and knowledge of memories and ancestors, but her powers were the gift of Sight. The here, now, past, future, and present. She was seeing it all and he knew that he had only seen a fraction of what she was able to see. "Kali...We have to warn Ash, now." He said still panyting and out of breath. All of his pwoers were awakened. The Supreme had risen and all Witches were Awakening. This was something so ancient and forgotten that the only fraction of comparison was a single Witches Ascension. This was a massive global scale Ascension times ten. This Witches nearing their time and of maturity were Awakened. "Variel, I know you hate him and I know you love him. Something ahs to be done. If you walk this earth without him you won't walk it alone. I'll be here for you and the baby, but only you can talk him out of what he is planning to do. It will be Armageddon." He explained sitll in shock as the memories wer eonly fading slowly.

((Honestly, I like how this is going right now. This is the most intense we have been in rp in a very long time if at all.))

Stefan looked in half shock. He didn't want it to come out half as horrible as it had sounded and he felt sorry about sounding so hostile toward her for not a second time, but a third. Their first interaction their first argument and now this moment. He knew he was being a piece of shit friend, lover, or whatever she would want to call their arrangement. He id know better than to reveal her secrets he knew better than to betray her trust and now it felt lost to him once more. "I'm sorry..." He couldn't add anytihng on to it because in his mind as in his past actons always speak louder than words. He began to wodner if he had taken things too far too quickly and provoked too much outward rage in the wrong direction. He would feel more regrets hurting Ciara than he would ever selling his soul willingly for some figurative army that would be apart of some war that may or may not happen. He could tell that Damien, if he had anything to do with it, would start the war on his terms for something rather selfish. He could also tell that inside he did love. It was hard to see at all, but the more he avoided talking about his love, Velia or Varil or whatever he name was, the more it became apparent that he was seeking a way to not only start a war and win, but also a way to hold onto what little humanity he still had for her and her alone. Stefan could only wish his mind worked half as quickly as his body reacted to things. He questioned if he even still had asoul or humanity. Ciara opened his eyes to the uncertainty that it may still exist and he may still be capable of love, but Damien he seemed too far from his own heart to know what true lvoe meant without hurting those that he did love. It surprised even Stefan that he himself was able to think so deeply on sucha matter. A year ago he was only thinking about hismelf and the next time he got laid, but his mind became more open to thought within the past twenty four hours than ever before in his life.

Damien could smirk, "If I wanted relationship advice I would attend couples therapy with Variel and if you truly held any mind to join you consider it more thoroughly before asking more intense questions. However, since you are so apt to pushing the matter of questions. I will be honest as you are a skilled liar your majesty." He made an impressive and charming bow toward her showing no real signs of sarcasm. "I will tell you that I do not know what will be opened in my ceremonies of freeing the Cursed and making them a new race known as the Blessed. I only know it will work for I have the means and knowledge to make it do so. I don't expect you to be keen on following me, but I cn say one thing you won't ever have to worry about falling in love being someones death sentence again. It does not remove a curse unless truly desired. Once a soul has been submitted to the flame it will unlock things within you and your curse to grant you power and control. It will enhance your abilities and at the same time destroy everything that made it a curse to begin with. I performed it tonight. I opened a Witches power who has been suppressed and deprived of such power for centuries. I made my own enemy. If he hasn't risen I expect him to by dawn." Then in a flooding wave it hit him. He could see magic in the air. The moonw as no longer red of course, but it drifted all around. The new Supreme Witch had risen. He felt the pwoer and he felt the use of his pwoer. "I stand corrected. As you answer to a mortal autority Witches and those touched by magic answer to his authority. I challenge such authority I revoke my acknowledgement of the Supreme High Priest of this age." As suddenly as it came it vanished jsut as quickly. "I don't need his power to give me strength and I offer my own pwoer to give you strength. I am powerful enough to challenge him and with my warriors who will be created I will challenge his authority and make his pwoer my own." Damien was very clear that he had goals and it seemed to him that they were not as far out of reach as a five year old wanting to be an astronaut. In fact it seemed to him that his goals were reachable by the end of the week as if he had a day planner. "Now tell me, are you in or are you out, Ciara." Damien smirked rather seductively to her. "I can promise you that you can love whomever you wish if you join us. Hell, I will grant this to you even if you don't join to let you know and remember who gave you pwoer and who gave you love. I'll even throw in Stefan to sweeten the deal if you choose to love him." Damien knew she could see manipulation just as easily as she could dish it out. He knew that in his manipulations there was more truth than lie and he knew that she could sense that too.

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Ash shook his head, "My dear, you do not understand. I am only looking out for you. From the moment you tried to kill me you have been trying to hide yourself and battle to open up to me. I wonder if such a struggle is so real for you that perhaps it is you who needs protection. Perhaps it is you who are too weak to fully defend yourself as you are trying to defend yourself from depending on others. I wnat ot be with you so badly it hurts me to even imagine the words I am saying are being said so fully to you. I cannot be with you in this life and perhaps the next either. If it is meant to be then the changing times will will it to be so. I will not request such pains upon you if I did not care for your well being. I know you well enough to see that you ar ehurt and you know me well enough to kow it hurts to say such truths as all truths hurt in tthe end it is true pain I suffer by my own words. Do not challenge yourself or me to make a choice that could end your life. I want your support nothing more. Intimacy is not posisble between us. Mainstreaming Witches will pull and push at our hearts as the toll of war and peace may be too much for such a relationship to bare between us." Ash downed his ehad knowing every bit of what eh was saiyng to her should never be said between two people who felt so strongly about one another. However, he figured if he broke her heart now there would be no suffering for her later.

Listening rather intently to what Ciara had to say to Damien made Stefan feel uneasy. It felt worse when she spoke about her being able to cope with a curse unlike others. He presumed she was targeting him in the conversation. Then he came into more realization. His parents were dead. Now Damien and Ciara were but small specks in his vision. All he had was a darkness buiding within him. A rage that he didn't want to control. He wanted to kill the one who killed his parents he wanted to make them pay in the worst way imaginable. No doubt they had to be like Damien, if not worse, to be so heartless to deny children their parents. Stefan turned fromt he two breathing hard out his nose trying to maintain some sense of control, but he wanted to see for himself. He wanted to see their graves and then he wanted to see death in the eyes of their murderer. "Shut it! The both of you are squabbling back and forth like children. I don't want to listen to any more bullshit about armies and love and heartache. I won't listen to it." He siad directly at the both of them becoming rather intense. "Damien, you wanted allies. You said you could help me turn my curse into a gift. I want to see it. I want to be able to control it and still be immortal. I'll help you if you help me. I have debts that need to be paid and I will pay all in full with interest and I will offer myself to whatever army you wish to grow. I offer my service in exchange for yours. I want to make the bastard who killed my parents die in the most mercilessly painful way imaginable." His eyes were set and so was his mind. He was ready to kill and do it on purpose now. Even if it meant joining some insane army and killing thousands more to make a point for the Wraith before him.

Damien wasted no time in dismissing Ciara as he had acquired one of the two he had sought. It didn't take much effort on his part either and it seemed rater amusing how Ciara was so fully against it all and trying to chip a chunk out of his own mentally stable armor. "Ciara, my dear...I see you have no intentions of being apart of this war, but know that my arms will always be open to your presence when you realize that there is no place in a world where Witches are mainstreaming. Stefan, I congratulate you on your choice to join me. It will be no easy task in giving you control over such a powerful curse and quiet frankly removing it entirely is far easier and less strenuous." He wrapped an arm around Stefan's shoulder not touching his skin. "We have a long way to go, but look how far we have come already." He looked back to Ciara, "My offer always stands for you. Your annual lover has made a wise decision and once the world comes to know Witches for what they are the true war in this world will begin. As I said mortals against Witches and mortals and your kind will be left to be tortured, studied, or killed repeatedly. My army will hold the Witches who wish to be over the mortals and accept the Cursed as risen mortals to a higher state of being and power. You will have power in my ranks I can promise this to the both of you." Damien smirked chamringly before muttering hsi spell again and kissing Stefan rather intensely on the lips. As he pulled back his grin grew into something rather concerning. "You have my blessing of protection. You will not suffer death at any point ever again. To be immortal is to be powerful and to be powerful is to be feared and protected."

Stefan simply nodded, "Thank you. When shall you call upon me?" Damien's grin stretched showing all of his vicious white teeth. "Immediately. We can begin now and it will grow more for you as more Witches and Cursed ones join our ranks. You will be a leader among them and I do not expect disappointment as you seek revenge for your family I shall give it to you." Damien turned abck to Ciara once more, "My love affairs have no concern to you. Variel can make her own choices. She will stand with me and we will bring a child into this world together or apart. I will always be a part of her." He looked back at Stefan, "Now as you willhave my blessing of protection and you have experienced your own death already I am sure I would expect that you have no use for your soul. Yes I am sure you were told that your soulw as given to Satan on terms of your curse, but I promise it is in there, but to ensure my spell of protection works I need to borrow it." Stefan said nothing clearly in agreement for as long as he got revenge for his parents.