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Damien had a moment of sanity and managed to use the best of it. He quickly pushed his hand out at Salem and a blast of fire shot at him. Salem was shoved back making him lose concentration on the aura of lust. Then Damien stood still baring all when he summoned the spirits from Salem's body and cast them away. Salem began to convulse again. "Call 911...he can be a mortal problem. That is the last time I help him." Damien said clearly enraged at the fact that he was being controlled moments ago rather than mad at Salem who was doing it. "He will survive, don't worry, but I'm not helping him." Damien grabbed a pair of white gym shorts and pulled them on. He wasn't wearing any underwear and it didn't leave much to the imagination even after he put on a sleeveless shirt with cut sides.

@KT, Thanks, you are a big help.

@Julia, Yes Power Bestowal and Power Negation/Nullify are two different abilities. Power Bestowal is ONLY possessed by the High Priestess...

Damien grinned mid kiss when she started kissing back harder. He then pushed her down on the bed and smiled as he pressed hsi knees against the mattress and worked his way on even on his knees his was still above her. He smirked before grabbing the sheet and and pulling it up over himself and Variel as he laid down. "Goodnight." He smirked raising the blanket up so she can press against his body to beheld by him.

Salem's spirits became anxious and gained control. his eyes black with their swirling bodies moving through his eyes. He moved down the stairs and walked toward his brothers door. He then slammed it open evil in his eyes. Suddenly, a visible aura emitted from Salem's half-naked body as he was only in his underwear. The colour of lust, a deep pink emitted from him as he was inflicting sin upon Damien. He was emitting a dangerous and hungry sin upon Damien. "Salem? What are you doing? Get outta here?!" Damien moved to throw a pillow at him, but it was too late the aura had reached him and he was ready to go at it. Lust was affecting his mind and body and every touch seemed to be a new arousal. He grinned at Vari hungrily before pinning her down hard by the wrist and forcing himself on top of her.

((lol good...))

Damien smiled sweetly and kissed her softly. "Don't worry..if you don't want to have sex we won't." He said it a bit amused. He then guided her to the side of the bed and continued to kiss her. He kept her close to him with the back of her legs against the bed. Sliding his hands slowly from her cheeks to her shoulders then to her hands which he moved up to his neck. He then held her waist as he kissed a bit more forcefully sucking at her tongue and lips. He flicked his tongue against hers playfully. He loved kissing her. He couldn't explain it, but the Familiar was probably the only person he would be able to make out with and not have sex. His hands gripped her thighs tightly as he was begging for it, but wasn't going to do anything too rash without her consent.

((Sorry for shortness suddenly went brain dead....Working on another character really drains the brain.))

Damien soaked in the hot water for about twenty minutes before climbing out and drying off. Once he was dried completely he walked into his bedroom baring all. He smirked seeing Variel..."You know you don't have to be a dog to sleep in my room." Damien moved in front of the dog and held his hand out as if wanting to shake, but obviously lending a hand up. "You may have your own room, but hey, I'm single...you're single...I think we can sleep in the same bed together." He said with a charming smirk.

Damien rolled his eyes, "Sorry, I wasn't blaming you for anything. I was scared...I panicked and I had to do something. If a mortal tries to help him he would expose us. I can't risk that. I'd rather sinful spirits be inside of his body to keep him alright than all of us being exposed for something Mortals can't understand." Damien explained. "Not to mention that I would naturally blame you and avoid any dangers of my own. You would be punished, but not nearly as great as I would be." He said clearly having thought the situation out in a matter of seconds. "I think we need to go to bed." Damien said plainly before kissing her softly and walking upstairs to his bedroom. He left the door open so he could hear anything go wrong. He left the door downstairs unlocked for when Erin got home. He jerked his shorts off already shirtless and jerked his underwear off not really paying any mind to the fact he was standing in plain view of the hallway door to his bedroom. He tossed his sheets back and then moved to his bathroom leaving that door open as well while he took a quick bath. He enjoyed soaking in a bath rather than a shower sometimes. He snapped his fingers and candles in the room were lit. He slid down into the hot water when he used telekinesis to summon a large bowl of fragrance and rosepetals soaking. He dumped it into the tub as the petals spread out like blood in the water.

Salem went to sleep, but the demons were wide awake inside of him. Once he managed to finally pass out entirely he was unaware that the spirits within him were stirring to get the body active again. He tossed and turned in his sleep trying his hardest to stay asleep, but the something was taking ove rhis mind. Clearly, the dark ruler of the netherworld had plans for Salem.

no it is one on top of the other.

Damien frowned, "Well, excuse me for thinking that a night of a good meal and drinks would help Salem. Guess I was wrong, huh? Next time I'll call for an ambulance to do nothing more than give him an I.V. and look baffled because of some medical miracle. Next time I'll let him die." Damien said rather annoyed that Variel wasn't at all grateful for his heroics in saving Salem. Damien turned and stormed out. Muttering something about people appreciating the little things that he does for them.

Salem still shivered appearing dead still, but he was at least okay now. He was in his underwear under his blanket and staring blankly at the ceiling. He then looked at Variel..."What is wrong with you? Don't you now how to knock."

I'm excited for her

understandable....can't wait

anyone?

sounds amazingly awesome

Oh yes...it is much like my sisters ex. He would often practice with his swords and he had me slice at his arm and he didn't react, flinch or show any sign of experiencing the pain. He said he felt it, but it didn't phase him that pain was taking place.

Damien stood watching seeing with his own eyes that Variel talking was doing the most good. Salem's muscles were clearly working hard to relax and finally he let go of Variel leaving a bruised imprint behind where he had held on so tightly. He curled his knees up a bit and began to shiver as if he were cold, but he was sweating as though he had been running in the hot sun for hours. Damien watched a few feet behind variel..."I'm not calling 911...I'll do a few spells and I'm sure he will be fine. He is a Witch so his body will attempt to fix itself naturally." Damien said walking back down from the attic and to his bedroom where he came back holding a number of herbs, candles, and black parchment. He set the candles around Salem and lit them with a snap of his fingers. He then began to speak in a voice that sounded like hundreds of demons all speaking at once. In a language that didn't even sound real. Everything went dark in the room, but for the candles and the wailing of spirits seemed to echo form everywhere and nowhere. Suddenly demonic shaped shadows twisted in the air and swirled into the center of Salem. Salem gasped his body jerking for moment and forcing him to lay flat on his back with his legs and feet outward. The lights came back on and the candles blew out. Damien looked half frightened, "It will hold him off for a while, but eventually after a few days those spirits are going to have to come out." Damiens poke like a doctor talking about stitches. Salem was still sweating, but seemed better for the most part as he slowly sat up. Now his eyes looked sunken and his skin pale. He looked as though he were dead or dying. Damien quickly grabbed everything and noted salem's appearance, "The death look will go away when the spirits are removed. Spirits that possess naturally enhance a body making it impossible for the worst of poisons to kill them unless the poison was designed for the dead specifically." Salem wasn't breathing heavily anymore and he seemed rather alright now. He moved up toward hsi bed and remained silent. He sat his bottle in the floor beside of his bed and shoved the hat and pill bottle to the floor on the other side. Clearly, something evil was inside of Salem, because Salem always sat his hats up or put them on a shelf. They never touched the floor, ever.

OH okay I was at first running trough my head something like Congenital Analgesia

yeah I'd go with Regina because I think Reyna has already been taken.

Damien was downstairs when he felt Variel's emotions spike from sympathy to forceful willpower to hold back fear. He raced upstairs slamming the door open as he saw Salem on the ground convulsing while Variel spoke to him. "this isn't good...what happened? What did he do to hismelf?! I can't perform any sort of healing magic...I do too much dark magic for it to work for me. What happened Variel?" Damien was in utter shock. He had to either attempt healing magic or do some dark magic that would possibly lead to long term damage for both him and Salem. Naturally, with his constant avoidance of mortals he never even bothered to consider a hospital or dialling 911.

Salem may have been seizuring, but he didn't know it. In his mind he only saw pain. People laughing at him beating him up. He saw so much and felt so much pain against his body. He couldn't understand why so many were eager to be ashamed of him. How did he fail? How could he fail? Salem began hearing Variel's voice and started to feel that he should walk to where it was coming from. He pushed past the screaming crowd hitting him and reached out for the voice at last feeling contact.
Salem's eyes opened as his arm took hold of Variel's arm tightly in an inhumanly strong grip that seemed impossible for even Damien to accomplish without trying. He looked frightened and in shock. His body was covered in sweat and all of his muscles were tight. Variel was the only one there he could focus on and he seemed in so much shock he couldn't let her go no matter how much he wanted to his grip just got tighter. Enhanced Condition was clearly in deep effect as his body worked against the pills to ensure that it didn't threaten the body. If a doctor was called and he didn't need his stomach pumped it would be a medical mystery and eh would have test done on him. He couldn't OD for Salem that was either a good thing or a bad thing. Everything was enhanced for witches. Even their immune system worked tos top headaches and cramps. Salem's body was in overdrive to control the pill and alcohol levels within his body. Witches can get drunk, but it doesn't last long unless they drink constantly. Salem's body was completely tensed everything was locked up because his muscles were so tight. He could only hold on to Variel and jerk while staring blankly into her eyes. He would still need to see a doctor if his body didn't work faster, because already he nearly died during his seizure.

so she thinks pain as something good?

nice