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Stefan never expected death to be so frightening and calm at the same time, but a voice somewhere around him told him to wake up. Sure his body was limp and lifeless, but he still had a subconsciousness which edged him to put life back into his body again. He pushed himself back into reality and even with his eyes pale and lifeless they were open and he felt his blood begin to stir again. Each time he pushed to get up he felt a jolt. It was is heart trying to restart itself. Finally one last forceful push forward Stefan's limp and lifeless corpse rose breathing fully and heavily. the bullet was laying covered in blood behind him but no scar existed where it had entered simply a blood stain on his black button shirt and a perfectly round hole. He looked around still pale and his eyes still dead and cold. "Ciara! Ciara?" He called out unknowing why. Perhaps he had another subconsciousness that listened to whatever may have happened around him. Deep down he knew it was Aspen. He was still a bit shaken up, but he seemed completely fine apart from the lack of colour in his face and eyes. "You have a beautiful name." He said still breathing hard. "What happened? I died...I knew I died...I was feeling myself dead...I was trapped." He said ranting about something that even he had a hard time making sense out of.

Ash nodded and focusing only slightly he flicked his fingers outward and the sound of rocks whistled past with a defiant thud agaisnt a number of men hitting each perfectly in the temple hard enough to knock them unconscious. "I am going to enter the Devereux home. You may start your motorcycle. IOnce you have done so pull out and drive wherever you feel it best to do so. We need to save the Coven members. The hunters are attacking the cavern gathering. There is no time. I must save the Witches before it is too late." He spoke as though he were not mortal and he clearly avoided ehr question as to whether or not he was soulless. He spoke as though he were not even a Witch as if eh were something far greater and it was his duty to protect Witches. Ash wasted no time waiting for an answer as he mvoed into the house quickly. He knew clothes would be useless to carry himself but he could easily have Florie carry them on her bike. As he raced upstairs he went throguh Damien's clothes and grabbed a pair of gym shorts and nothing else. He opened the window awaiting Florence to leave before he took to the skies.

Ash didn't seem to smile at all. "I'm far more powerful than Damien anticipated. Such a spell would take nearly twenty-four hours to be completed. I am immortal still, but he betrayed me. He took my soul. As I was dead my body was left behind. A man in darkness for clothes like the old stories of te Devil being described in Salem he was cloaked in shadows and road a horse of black. He said eh owned me...." Ash explained holding Florie close. She was the only one who ever called him Andrew anymore. He looked around at the destruction he had caused. "I am the Supreme Leader of Witches. I hold more power than any normal Witch. I'm going to set things right here. I must find this Coven's High Priestess soon. Damien is not as he seems. He killed me and therefore he has taken pwoer jsut as he ahs given it. He is a Wraith I didn't know any of this until I was reborn with my mother's knowledge and my mother's power." Ash explained. "You are healed fully. I promise...Damien Devereux will never hurt you again." Even as Ash held her he still smoked, but didn't smell like he was burning but instead he smelt of the purest streams and the sweetest flowers. "Come on...Those hunters who I have killed will have more behind them. I expect the worst to come to Grievance Ridge." Ash helped her up. "You can drive...I will follow above you." Ash explained as his eyes burned brightly glowing even with an internal flame.

((Yeah I passed out too no big. I get off work at ten tonight. you seem to be an hour behind me so nine your time probably.))

Artemus growled a bit frustrated with Kali and Salem both who were out of their minds right now. "I'll take the kid first...Then come back." Artemus pulled out his phone and Max wasn't on the list, "Lucky for that girl...I have information on her, but she isn't on the hit list she is marked civilian on my records. Artemus got off the bike and pushed Kali off of Salem. "Don't worry princess I'll be back." He put Salem infront of him. If the kid couldn't feel anytihng he would probably let go of Artmeus while going down the road. He backed up and took off quickly. It was only ten minutes later he returned for Kali. "I'll be back for you sis." He promised as he helped Kali on and drove off again to Max's.

Stefan coughed again clearly struggling to breathe. He looked up into Ciara's eyes..."Aspen...If I die right now...Could I know the real name and see the real person who opened...." He coughed again and started shaking violently death was looming closer. "...Who opened my eyes to the truth? I want to tell her...tell her...Thank y..." Stefan didn't manage the last bit. His body stopped shaking and seemed entirely limp. His eyes lost what bit of dark colour was in them and faded pale. His hand fell from her elbow to the pavement and all around was silence. In the distance sirens could be heard. Police, ambulances, and firetrucks were all heading around town. The hunters had struck. Stefan seemed to feel himself fade, but he still felt entirely conscious. His body wasn't working the right way, but he was indeed dead. He had to be. He was able to feel the world around him and even with his eyes open he still saw nothing but blurs. If this was what death felt like no wonder people feared it so much. He wasn't sleeping at all. No demons or angels were coming to carry him away. He was fully, or as fully as the dead could be, aware of his surroundings. Shadows loomed in every corner and it seemed like to him that he would be encased in his dead body forever now. There was no eternity that his soul would pass into, but instead only constant silence. No voice to be heard no breath to be felt. He was trapped in his own body. Maybe those who wanted to be cremated had it right. At least then they wouldn't be trapped forever inside of a rotting corpse.

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(( should we make a house for Max?))

The hunter was in no mind to beleive the girl would pull the trigger. "You are weak..and you are a Witch." He pulled his own gun to now point at her as well. "Go on Witch pull your trigger and I'll pull mine." He wasn't about to back down..."Then maybe while your bleeding out I'll have my way with you and make sur eit hurts the whole time." He obviously never paid any mind to the bullet wound. "So go on." Then glancing down he did. He shook slightly..."That's not posisble..that's pure iron." He said in shock. "What are you?" He demanded in some fear and a lot of distaste. However, he wasn't able to get much of anything else out as he looked down his eyes turned black and his veins matched. Black blood began to pour form his ears and nose and finally his mouth. He started to shake violently holding his chest before collapsing right next to an obviously weak Stefan. Stefan moans releasing the guys ankle. He curled onto his back wheezing and coughing up more blood. "He tried for a charming smile, but blood on his face didn't exactly make it look cute. "At least I was able to help somebody ebfore dying." He managed to say before closing his eyes still breathing heavily and struggling to do so. He may not ahve known if he was immortal but even if he was it would be hard to heal instantly after his lung was punctured.

Damien looked at the Hunter and held no remorse for her dying he already acquired the soul he needed from Ash and he could easily get away without any regrets holding him back, but something about Ash made him fear his choice. Damien was conceited about being so powerful, but if Ash truly was the next Supreme High Ruler of all Witches he would face a power greater than his own and Ash would more than likely gain far more followers. Then Damien recalled what Lucifer had promised. He was to be the ruler of the Coven. It was one of the most influential and powerful Covens known to the world and if he led it then he would ave more pwoer behind him than even Ash. The thought simmered in his mind then gunshots were fired toward his vehicle. It didn't take long for him to decide that a hunter's life was not nearly as important as his own. Hitting the gas hard the vehicle moved staright toward the brick wall but in a suddden movement of his hand Damien made the bricks open into a gap large neoguh for his car to hit pavement and hit the road. He hit the gas making a dead run for the safest place he knew. He was headed to the beach to let things cool off before he returned.

As the hunters raced out the brick wall was back as it was before seeming to only be evident that Damien had attacked the hunters with one shot and at least ten dead. "What in the Hell happened here? Florence is still moving. She may not be apart of the group, but she is a hunter...Get her to safety and get that bullet out of her. We can interrogate her about the deaths once she recovers. Until then keep her in the basement of our headquarters. I'll get in contact with the Department of Defense and hope the Secretary of Defense is still awake. She is going to want to hear about our progress. We have taken the Devereux Lounge and are moving in on the full brood of Witches hiding out in the caverns. It won't be long and this Coven will be fully exterminated." One fo the hunters siad walking back into the house. "I want this place rigged in case Devereux or any of his friends return home." The hunters moved toward Florence but as they approached ehr to help her inside the flames fromthe giant hole in the ground burst to life with only ash to burn it seemed impossible. "What in God's name?" "I don't think that's God."
Ashes began to swirl into the flames sticking together and solidifying. A skeleton was forming and then the Earth began to quake once more. Large pieces of rock were jerking out of the ground slamming into the flames and spinning into it like a tornado. Slowly the skeleton began to grow more solid more human and more alive. A naked male with his arms stretched out was becoming more and more real right before them. The elements were responding to a new power awakening. The true power that represents all Witches and is the embodiment of magic which has been an aspect in a single Witch throughout history when one dies a new one is born. The earth and sky were seemign to swirl centering themselves over and below Ash. Then within the chaos the moon turned blood red shinging down through a center hole inthe clouds directly spotlighting the flames giving everything a crimson hue. Ash then lowered nude and seeming to glisten in the red moon light. Like the phoenix he was born again. Then in a nail curling scream the body shifted into a gigantic bird with a seven foot wing span sweepign the flames along with it the bird attacked the hunters burning each and everyone of them alive into charred corpses. The phoenix began to turn five feet above Florence and it's flames turned blue and white sweeping against her foricng the bullet from her stomach and healling the wound. As it landed next to her the Phoenix gre larger becoming Ash once more. He was leaning down his head craned like a swans over Florie as he held her head up..."Are you alright?" He asked not caring to be nude in front of her at all jsut as long as he knew she was okay.

Salem made a pout face before laughing again..."Well, I guess he is out fo the question then. I'm staying young forever. Must suck for you hottie to be stuck not able to have sex with the one you want to spend the rest of your life with...but don't worry about me. I'll be fine...I know how to move on." He said clearly having no mind to be serious even as the iron in hsi arms and chest began to smoke and bleed. Artemus rolled his eyes. "Can you contact this, Max girl so I can make sure that you can get their safely?" He was concerned now for his sisters safety. He ignored the bit about Damien. He wanted nothing to do with him now. He put his helmet on and started the bike. It buzzed for a moment before started with a defiant puff of exhaust fumes shooting out the back.

Stefan turned seeing she had changed but could say nothing as she worked her way in and walked aorund the men. He watched noticing her sticking each and everyone of them with some needle. He flinched slightly standing outside to observe how it all played out. Stefan watched the men fall and as the people started racing for the door he realized the Witches wouldn't be able to get out due to the chains. He didn't know why, but he had noticed a number of people more curious about him than others who were unable to be near iron. He presumed it to be a Witch thing and he was qquick to move the chains out fo their way as the people moved out of the lounge and raced for their vehicles. When he saw Aspen/Ciara walking out he raised his hand in protest as he saw the hunter racing toward her with a gun pointed. As she turned he flinched at the sound of a gun and watched her collapse. She got up simply in minor pain rather than dying and bleeding out. IT still didn't settle with Stefan and he jumped over her ina fit of rage his eyes turning black as he grabbed the mans face making him scream out in horrible pain but he didn't turn to dust he simply began to seize foaming at the mouth and his own eyes turned black along with hsi veins. Stefan turned mvoing back to Ciara quickly..."Aspen? Are you okay?" He asked alarmed for her even if she clearly wasn't suffering any true fatality. He offered his and to her with a raised eyebrow then without his own notice a hunter walked out from the lounge who had been seraching the basement and the back. He apparently saw what Stefan could do and fired a round into his back. Stefan made a pained face before collapsing to his knees as blood began to come out of his mouth. "Fucking Witch!" The hunter called before he moved on the girl. "Witch or not you are with him and you are gonna die too pretty girl." The guy moved on her tossing off his jacket clearly with an intent to do more than kill her first. He was apparently unaware of the gun wound she had suffered as he approached. "Why not fuck your own kind before you go, gorgeous?"

Damien smirked as the hunters moved toward their injured comrade and through the darkness of the night moonlight shined upon the true victims they searched for. "Gentlemen, can't we discuss this like civil people?" Damien knew very well that the hunters would not agree and he also knew that they knew how dangerous he was. Not a single soul knew he was a Wraith until he told Variel and Kali then Salem and now Artemus knew however every Witch who knew of Damien and every Hunter knew that he was dangerous and he never played by the rules.
The hunters raised their guns on Florence and Damien and he was still smiling. "No? What a shame I thought we would be such good friends...I even got you a gift." Damien gesutred above them and as the small group looked up his car fell ontop of them. Damien dusted his hands off and moved to the car which was now surrounded by bodies and blood. "Hop in." Damien offered with a smile. He climbed in and the keys weren't in it. He murmured a spell under his breath and touched the ignition as the car roared to life.

Alex frowned, "I don't know we can only hope for such a ting. Come on...We can get coffee and head to the beach." He finished with a smile. He moved his hand from hers and placed it as much around her waist as he was able to given the height difference. Alex smiled a bit more, "Stop thinking about your past. You always get edgy when you do that and I can feel it. Not to mention when you think about it and I feel it I start thinking about mine." He said recalling his time attacking ISIS and being tortured and then turned into a Sleepwalker. He shivered on the inside. "I am in the mood for a French Vanilla Coffee what baout you?" He asked trying ahrd to change the mood.

Salem laughed slightly..."You don't really think that we are going to live through this do you? It has been carefully thought out and planned. We are going to be hunted down beyond all odds. We are going to die. Max will be killed along with Vari simply for what they are. Sexy Art here will be killed because he is a traitor and me and Kali may be interrogated but we will die too." He giggled leaning back into Kali.
Artemus growled slightly, "You little bugger who do you think you are? I'll be the one to kill you before they can even get their hands on you if you do not shut it." He straightened himself quickly looking to Variel who was the only steady minded one right now. "I do not care where it is all I know is that we need to leave soon and get these two healed. The sun is setting and I am going to turn soon. As of right now you best keep me from him when I do." Artemus warned them coldly.

((sorry for shortness four in the morning here...promise the enxt one will be better.))

Artemus glared, "We need to get them somewhere now. "They need medical attention and they need somewhere to be given an antidote to this plant mixture. This guy is more horny than what weed has ever gotten you, Vari." He stated plainly...He then looked at Kali. "I can't get them and you on my bike...It is lucky to hold you and me. Anywhere close we can get to and make three trips?" He asked a bit desperate knwoing now his own life was on the line. He had to get out of this situation nto to mention the sun was vanising rather quickly and whoever held the strongest aura about them was going to be attacked by him if he ddn't get out of there soon. Currently he wouldnn't mind killing a Witch but both of these were to be made safe by Vari.

Stefan was in shock at how deep and intense the kiss was. He couldn't help hismelf but hold her more tightly agianst his body and push more intimately into the kiss. Her lips not only were soft but they tasted amazing. They tasted full of life. As the hunters walked on past them Stefan slyly moved her around seemingly to grind against her as he did making ehr back face the hunters once more. He pulled back bting a bit on her lower lip until at last it slipped past his teeth. He took her hand praying that she felt nothing at all. He was very cold tot he touch as always, but before he never had felt the heat off of another person so invitingly. He walked out of the door quickly and before he could even turn to see if anyone was following sure enough three of them were and smoke could be seen behind the glass doors. Then gun fire went off. "Hey you too...This is Witching Hour don't make amove." One of the hutners said as all three raised their guns. Stefan stopped walking entirely. He closed hsi eyes ahting that if he had to he would need to kill them there was no other choice. People could be heard inside screaming just before the door closed and chains were wrapped around it. "You know...You say it's Witching Hour...Witches might say it is Hunting Hour...I am a little bit different." Stefan turned around releasing Aspen's hand with his fingers point up. "I like to play to my own tune and say it is a good day to die...So tell me punks...Do ya feel lucky?" He said in his best Clint Eastwood impression. They hutners looked confused for a moment and before any of them could react Stefan made a full windmill kick in midair kicking their guns away and they looked even more surprised. He grabbed one of their hands and isntanstly the guy began screaming before shaking down to the ground having a seizure and bleeding out his ears. "Well, Do ya?" he said to the other two who started to back away, but one stopped and reached into hsi coat pocket. Stefan stepped forward punching him hard in the face and the guy went limp entirely. His nose and ears both bleeding. They last guy wasn't having that and wasn't abotu to go down like a coward. He threw a few good punches, but once he made contact with Stefan's face his entire hand began to deteriorate. He started screaming as he held his hand backing away until the corrosion spread up his arm and neck until at last a pile of black dust fell with his clothes. "Come on we hav eto help those people in there!" Stefan said racing for the door but as he pulled it was sealed tight by the iron chains.

Damien smirked not moving at all, "In order to gain his powers his mother's spell had to be weakened. It is impossible for me to remove it alone, but I did manage to weaken it burning a layer of his immortality away. He held up his end of the bargain and I held up mine. He helped me perform two very powerful rituals and like a phoenix he will rise from the ashes reborn into a new body and new powers. He is not dead because he is immortal, but his immortal aspect must gather itself while my personal spell which he offered to sacrifice hismelf to pulls away at a particular part of his immortality a part that all beings and creatures hold. He will have regained his form again in twenty four hours...I do believe we have far less time to get out here ebfore you are seen at the scene of a ceremony aiding a Witch. As whether or not you chanted with us you did aid us. You as a hunter allowed the ceremony to commence with little knowledge as to the affects it would have on this world or the next." Damien turned around to the gun at his forehead now, "So go on, shoot me and the ceremony cannot be finished to raise him back. There are rituals that have taken full years to be completed entirely and Witches will gather and risk their own lives to ensure such things. Why do you think we gather at the peak of each season? It is an on going ritual carried through bloodline. Kill or severe such a thing and the entire world cna go unbalanced in a matter of seconds. You might refer to them as the plagues of God."

Ash walked out into the bricked in back yard. A large fire was burning. Around it was a crimson liquid pentagram. It was blood, but who's? Ash didn't bother asking. Damien stood at the West point. Noted as the Pillar of Fire, Ash moved to where he presumed Earth would be just beside of Damien. Damien turned to Florie, "Okay hunter...Go stand back somewhere." Damien ordered coldly. Damien raised his hands up and from the shadows hooded figures moved toward the fire. One held a moth for Air, another held a fish which seemed to be swimming easily enough within the confinement of their open hands. The last carried a ball of light standing at the upper point of the pentagram while the one holding the fish stood closest to Damien's other side. Then the one holding the moth stood on Ash's other side. Damien smiled, "Now the circle is complete. Once you have felt the connection join in." Damien told Ash...He then looked to the mortal. "Everyone holds power no matter how small of an amount it may be. If you feel it chant as well. It will be more powerful." Damien held his arms above his head as if receiving something formthe heavens. The skies had divided into clouds and clear in a very thick line. Lightening flashed on the clouded side while moonlight shined down from the other and it seemed to shine a perfect ray upon the pentagram lighting the blood lines up making them appear black. "Terra terra terra. Ignis, ignis, ignis. Aquae, aqua, aqua. Aer aerem, aer. Earth, earth, earth. Fire, fire, fire. Water, water, water. Air, air, air. We raise our voices to the Heavens, to the Netherworld, and call upon the spirits of this world to bring forth power.
We invoke the power of the Earth. We call upon it to be great within us. Bring forth power. Bring forth power. Bring forth power!" Damien made a hand formation in the air and a single pentagram formed out of flames. The one who represented Water did the same and created a pentagram of water and the fish remained alive and well at his center. Then the one of air did so and a pentagram created from fine miniature tornadoes formed. Ash didn't do anything he felt like he couldn't, yet. Finally, the one who stood for spirit pulled forth the pentagrams above the fire and pushed out a pentagram of light over the flames which the others seemed to take shape within at their points. Damien then began chanting again. "Virtutis te invocamus magnanimum!
Omnes te invocamus ingentem animum Ann Foster!
Omnes te invocamus spiritus!
Omnes te invocamus!
Omnes te invocamus!
Omnes te invocamus!
Ave! Specula custos ad orientis
Ave! Custos ad speculam in meridie!
Ave! Specula custos ad occidentem?
Ave! Specula custos ad Aquilonem!
Omnes te invocamus!
Omnes te invocamus!
Omnes te invocamus!
Omnes te invocamus!
Omnes te invocamus!
Exite Spirituum domino obscuro!
Egredietur Dominus Attera Chaos!
Veni foras!
Veni foras!
Qui consultis abolita requiri primogenitura illabitur animae.
Qui intrant in animam amissum est tempus.
Dedito illabitur animae ad uetustatem.
Omnes te invocamus!
Omnes te invocamus!
Omnes te invocamus!"
Ash joined in with the chanting his eyes rolling in the back of his head. The wind blew against the fire and like hand reached out for Ash. Ash began to scream in pain as the flames brushed against his skin. He was raised into the air and burning alive he was pushed into the center of the giant pentagram of light. Ash screamed louder in pain until his screams seemed to be burned out entirely. "Olim tamquam phoenix ex cineribus resurgent.
Spiritus et vita nova surgere.
Et renasci induunt figuram!" Damien chanted loudly over the roaring flames and wind. Suddenly, an abundance of life began to grow all around. The trees int eh yard grew untamed and wild. A multitude of different fruits and blossoms bloomed forth all over. Then the earth began to shake all around them cracking in perfect corners as it moved along the lines of the blood pentagram on the ground. Finally the fire pit seemed to be swallowed by the ground into a circled pit at least five feet deep and Ash's corpse fell seemed to disintegrate entirely. The shadow figures vanished no sign of the moth, light, or fish only dark burn marks where they stood. Damien smirked an evil smirk. At last the flames died away into nothing but glowing charred pieces of not wood, but bone. Hundreds of bones which before were mistaken for wood were now glowing hot with the embers of the fire and no sign of Ash existed at all. "We have three minutes...Ash has twenty-four hours." Damien said turning to Florie.