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Damien smirked, "If he is in fact at home I think I could pull off a more flawless kill. It will be easier that way and raise higher guards in the Coven. When Witches are being killed in their homes they will start patrolling more. I can easily sneak past any form of patrol after that and I expect that it will become more easily to kill for as long as they are looking for Wraiths and not other Coven members." Damien explained as he always planned ahead for future kills and events. He was ten steps ahead when it came to such things. even some of his ideas that seemed less likely to work they always seemed to work out in the long run. He always had a plan, but his arrogance held him at high stakes which meant he could get caught and never tally in what would happen should it happen. He always planned how to not get caught rather than what if he did. It showed a bit of optimism on his part when such things came into play. He took the glass of wine and sipped it leaning back feeling a rush of power fade from him again. "It will continue to drain me if I keep it up. This time tomorrow I'll look fifty. I need to do it soon. If we don't kill him tonight I may not make it to the next Coven gathering." He explained cautiously.

Absolutely fine by me. That goes into play with Damien trying to keep others from touching him who hold the sight or any other form of sight. He tries his best to avoid contact with such people.

Np I was just making an outlandish statement. I'ms ure everyone's characters will be wonderful no matter their grounds in stane of evil and good.

It sounds really good though so I'm excited.

I like it. As the Seer I'm giving you close to free range as far as things happen and how they happen. I feel that each Seer would be affected by the gift of Sight differently. They hold their own methods for reaching into a vision and different attributes can occur during involuntary visions. SO it sounds pretty good to me. Maybe it depends on the intensity of the vision in question. When a couple ask to be blessed in marriage and to have children perhaps the intensity of the future will prove such a thing as far as it affecting her.

I like the idea for her history it could really work. I wish that everyone would stop with the revenge and crazy Witches though...I'd like to see some rather neutral characters. That's just me being honest. My next charrie after Salem will hold a secret past, but as far as the revenge goes he will be torn between two neutral sides. Raised by Wraiths, but joining the Coven he will not be able to kill Wraiths without some form of sympathy for them.

((Ikr I'm sorry!!!!))

Damien was rather grateful that she was there for him. She understood the reasoning behind it and understood that her own life was at stake if he didn't kill an ascended Witch. He was rather frightful that she may turn him in if she left, but he knew he had to trust ehr. He didn't want to, but he had no other choice. "Very well, but I doubt you can do it so easily as I have for so long. I have to be precise with it and I have to be able to do it with as little evidence as possible that I did it. It can't be done anywhere near my house and it can't be done during the day. I committed one murder during the day and the High Priestess caught on. If she didn't think that I was going to kill her myself she would still be High Priestess. I'm lucky that the ruler of the Underworld killed off the one she passed her knowledge to and the newest one has no idea about my actions. It will all work out. I just need to know I can trust you. Will you take a vow of silence?" Damien asked clearly caution in his voice. he was very weary of what may become of his siblings if he is deemed a Wraith. He couldn't risk them finding out either because it would mean that they too would have to die. He felt dizzy again and all of the magic he summoned for secrecy vanished entirely. "I'm weak and need rest...I need to kill."

lol no big...I understood.

Kʌʅєɣ [ Yơυɾ ɱʌʛɪƈ ɯɦɪƭє ɾʌƅƅɪƭ ɦʌƨ ʅєƒƭ ɪƭ'ƨ ɯɾɪƭɪɲʛ ơɲ ƭɦє ɯʌʅʅ. ] wrote: "Matthew Eriksson


Ben Somers



Spoilers have picture comparisons of Damien and possible Salem's."

thnx..you got those backwards, but thanks...lol...

Matthew Eriksson

that would be fine to an extent.

Yo can actually hold more abilities than that.
As a Seer she holds the gift of "Sight"

The Sight:
Chronovision - The ability to see the past, present, and future.
Precognition
Retrocognition
Psychometry

KT: You now have Two weeks approximately to complete your characters. Activity will be monitored and you character must be in Character Approval by May 27th. You have one week to begin progress on your character which gives you until May 20th during which time should you not show any progress you will be given a private message as a warning of a seven day deadline from your one week point. Work hard and play harder. Have fun can't wait to see them.

Kayley: Am I removing you from acolyte?

Hey gang I'm back for a bit. With Summer nearing I will find myself more and more incapable of getting on for long periods of time. However, I will inform you when these periods will take place...mostly on weekends, but some days during the week as well.

((gtg be on monday hopefully))

Damien sighed rubbing his temples and leaning forward to not look her in the eyes. He then looked around for a moment and whispered a spell. "Protege filium meum anima per velamentum hostili aures. Sic indecens latere non audietur sonus vocis meae. Qui explorarent excaecant oculos. Sensus illos velim torpet nolunt audire verba mea." Suddenly it seemed like a shield or a curtain of shadow was draped over the house. "I believe I can trust you, Variel, but know what I'm about to say will be cursed upon you in silence. I cannot risk anything slipping out. I will say this quickly before my veil is broken. I am a Wraith. As you know about Wraiths you will know what weakens me. I need soul energy from another Witch and if I do not seek it soon I will begin to age quickly..." He sat back in silence and awaited her response knowing very well she would damn him and he would have the unfortunate act of havng ot kill her just as he had to do to so many before who had learned fo such and threatened to turn him over.

Damien looked at her trying to put on a fake smile of ease, "I'm fine..nothing is wrong..here." He said sliding the already poured glass of wine to her. His hand shook and the wine bottle fell shattering on the floor. "Damnit! I just mopped." He gripped the counter hard before moving to the closet for the mop, but he felt dizzy again. He rubbed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. Once someone became a Wraith killing other witches was all they had going for them. They could eat and sleep just like any normal person, but it was the need for a constant supply of power that kept them going. Without it they were doomed to die slowly with the more power they used just like regular Witches, but with the unfortunate habit of killing to retain such power. "Don't worry..just enjoy your wine." He siad as he managed to get the mop and moved back tot he broke glass and spilled wine. He propped the mop up and attempted to get the glass up but his vision was blurring. He was power hungry...literally. He had been starving himself of pwoer to keep suspicions from rising against him. The man in black who ruled the Underworld did not warn him of such a price to pay for power, but he expected his debt was due and if he didn't offer a newborn infant soon he would be stuck draining of power no matter how many times he killed for it.

((added it))

((I it that is her bedroom?))

Damien smiled, "You want some wine? "He asked reaching under the counter and grabbing a bottle of rather old chilled wine from the wine fridge under the bar. He turned grabbing two glasses from the cupboard. He poured himself a glass and awaited her answer. It happened suddenly and he didn't expect it as he started feeling weak. He felt dizzy. He hadn't committed a single murder in almost a year now and his powers were feeling the strain. He needed power and he had to kill to do it. After so long he never saw it as murder os much as a way of gaining mroe pwoer and energy. He needed it to survive as a Wraith.

Damien smirked as he placed the chairs in the hall closet then moved toward the kitchen to dump the cooler ice and place the drinks back in the fridge. He smiled at the kiss she gave him all the way to the kitchen. "Well...I'm considering making a big meal...maybe grilling out and having the kids invite some friends over for a cook out..Coven friends...I hate mortals. "Damien was always strict about his rule on mortals. He didn't want them near his home or anywhere on his property. He despised the creatures and was rather reluctant about allowing them to even enter his lounge. He then leaned against the bar and frowned, "Go ahead say something about morals and so forth. Humour me about your ideas on the creatures and my siblings being friends with them." Damien was quite ready to hear her story as she was once a mortal, but now she wasn't so he wasn't racist toward her.

Damien nods in understanding, "You can't risk something that you have no choice but to do. As far as family goes you don't need a title. you just need to know you are apart of it. You are in my family with Salem and Erin and you will continue to be in my family until my death at which time you too will naturally die. " He said plainly. "The part you fit in is not as important as the fact that you do fit into our family. You may be old enough to be a sister to Salem and Erin, but I know they can look to you more like a mother or even an aunt the way you say they look to me like father." Damien explained as he cut another back road and drove to his lovely secluded home. he pressed a code on the buzzer and the gates opened. He pulled up and parked around back. He climbed out and popped the trunk. He grabbed the chairs, cooler, bottles and move dot light another cigarette but he sensed how Variel didn't like it so he quickly placed them back in his pocket. He walked to the door and handed Variel the key.

((Post at Devereux Residence))
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{Variel and Damien have gone to the Devereux Residence}