Windsong Academy

Shade sat impatiently as his father watched on. Misha set a long box down on the counter and removed the top, “These are called Virgin Stone, princeling. They will balance out my stajyer’s incubus hunger.”

“And how am I supposed to believe you after you lied to Crocell?” Shade muttered looking at the stones.

“Do not insult me, princeling. I made my presence indirectly known for weeks now balancing out his hunger so that he did not have to compromise his relationship and feelings for you.” Misha picked up one of the pink glowing stones, “These will feed the incubus the last bit that it needs to be sated. I have brought several because I intend to starve my stajyer’s incubus side to teach him how to control it.”

“Why would you let this demon do that?” Shade shot at his father.

“Your father isn’t the one you need to ask that to,” Misha answered. “My stajyer has ignored his demonic side and that makes him volatile and temperamental. It also means that he is likely to get himself or you killed because he won’t be able to stop himself. He won’t know what he’s done or even that he’s done it until it’s too late. Tell me he didn’t already nearly kill you once, princeling. Tell me he did not nearly devour the spark inside your soul. Tell me princeling, had you not been at your prime to realize what was happening would you have survived?”

Shade was silent for several long minutes, “You know.”

Misha nodded, “I have been watching since before I revealed myself to see. I knew he was feeding, but not feeding enough and not satisfying the needs of that side of him. No matter how much he may want it or you, the incubus side of him will always demand feminine lust. It cannot be helped, it is their nature. I knew he would likely starve quickly, but he would not feed or release the energy the incubus was building up.”

Shade looked at the stones, “Even if I had told him to do what he needed, he wouldn’t anymore than I would.”

“It is not a choice,” Misha replied. “I hadn’t planned for the Seven Heavenly Kingdoms to make such demands, but I had expected something eventually. I am surprised that they moved so quickly to put it into place.” She waved her hand dismissingly, “These stones will be replenished over time so long as I am able. To use them, they merely need to be present when his incubus side is feeding otherwise they need to be placed just above his groin to force the feeding.”

“Why are you doing this?” Shade asked, touching one of the stones.

“I am training a king, princeling. He has great potential, but I cannot train him without training you as well. He is a demon, whether he likes it or not. To our people, he isn’t a half-demon or a quarter-demon; if you carry demon blood you’re a demon. If it’s diluted then you’re merely a weaker demon. This is also how the divine see ours as well. There are no ‘half-breeds’, you either are or you aren’t. Only those outside of our world give distinctions.” Misha put the stone back.

“You said you have to train me too?” Shade looked up when the box closed.

“I have given your father the knowledge on how to destroy my stajyer,” Misha said looking at him. “You will have to learn how to kill him yourself. You will learn how to deal with his demon-blood and make him yield. He thinks wraiths can’t do what I demonstrated, but he is wrong. You know that already though, don’t you?”

Shade clenched his fist, “How did you know?”

“Because I was the one hired to hunt your body down, princeling,” Misha replied. “I was the one who dragged you back and bound the room so that the priests could purge your body of the wraith. I was the one hired to kill the wraith.”

Shade looked at his father who gave a single curt nod, “Misha is a demon, but I have stated from the beginning that her methods are not direct and that it is best to deal with her carefully.”

Shade’s eyes darted to Misha who shrugged, “I cannot deny it. I am what I am. I am careful when I enter a bonded contract, something that my stajyer has not yet learned.”

“Why don’t you call him by his name?” Shade asked.

“He has not earned it,” Misha answered. She pushed the box towards Shade, “I will give you this warning, princeling. Neither you nor your intended mates will be rid of me so long as my task is undone and I live to complete it.”

“But your contract with my father can be revoked,” Shade pointed out.

“Not anymore,” Sonolum replied. “Crocell made a pact with Misha and as a result invoked her contract’s secondary clause.”

Shade’s complexion paled, “What pact?” He had a feeling he knew.

“His word that he will become stronger than me and when he does that he will kill me,” Misha stated.

Shade paled further, “No…”

Misha nodded, “Short of outright killing him, I have no restrictions and he has no safety net for freedom. He’s written his only way out.”

Shade looked at her, “No restrictions…”

Misha nodded, “Your mother is royally pissed right now. I’ve been getting random pings from her with all those pretty abilities you brought back from the little mortal angel.”

Sonolum shifted half a hairs length, but Misha was already gone. She formed behind Sonolum and tweaked his ear, “That was not nice. You’ll ruin my stajyer’s kitchen floor and he really loves his kitchen.”

“And this matters to you?” Sonolum’s voice held warning.

“So long as my stajyer gives me no reason to destroy it, I will leave it alone. Everyone needs their cool down place,” Misha began to walk off, fading out parts of her. “Even I have one. Until next time, boys…”

Misha left the palace to intercept the demon going to her pit. She hated the demon, but she wouldn’t let him have demon-boy.

Glum finished changing the bandages, “The mirror the gol atan oyuncu left will not stop showing you what she is doing no matter how long you pretend to be unconscious or ignore it, demon-child.”

He sent the soiled bandages and excess away with the younger imps. Another pair of imps brought out food and stacked up with Glum standing on them. “Time to eat.”

“Didn’t you hear her? She’s going to starve me, why feed me?” Crocell snapped.

Glum stuffed the food in his mouth, “You hear what you want, demon-child. You are spoiled with this narrow-minded human thinking.” Glum’s hand covered Crocell’s mouth until he swallowed it. “The gol atan oyuncu says you will have a guest within the next day or so, but did not say who.”

“So wha-,” Crocell started. Glum stuffed more food into his mouth and despite Crocell’s efforts wouldn’t let him spit it back out. He finally swallowed it.
“Glum-da,” one of the smallest imps said pointing to the mirror.

Glum looked at the mirror. Misha stood surrounded by the Vanguard of Asmodeus. She seemed unalarmed, but alert.

“You will return the Blood-Diamond,” Quivir demanded.

“Asmodeus certainly has the means to get another,” Misha responded. “He bound himself to the contract by his own word, so this is certainly a waste of everyone’s time.”

“Glum-pa,” the imp’s head tilted, “Do they know she is the gol atan oyuncu?”

“I don’t know impling,” Glum replied. “If they don’t, they may soon.”

“Will she kill them?”

“I don’t know, impling.” Glum replied, another bite shoved into Crocell’s mouth when he opened to make a smart ass remark.

The battle was intense, but having sparred with her recently Crocell knew she toyed with this Vanguard of Asmodeus even more than she had with him. Every hit she let connect was calculated. It was like watching a live version of chess being played out, but no matter how the five moved they couldn’t get ground against her.

“What is she doing?” the little imp asked.

“She’s entrapping them,” Glum answered. “Watch carefully. She’s been setting them up from the start.”

Sure enough Misha landed lightly on her feet and threw her left arm out, palm down and slowly turned it over. Red power pulsed visibly only once and then flared up surrounding the guard. They screeched and howled in pain as the hellfire licked against their flesh. They quickly moved out of the way, each separated from the other and blocked in.

“Should there be a time that I no longer need the Hellfire Diamond,” Misha quarter turned, “I will consider returning it to your master. Come after it again and I will not hesitate to kill you.”

Glum stuffed more food into Crocell’s mouth and once he swallowed it carefully provided him with water, “That wasn’t so bad, now was it?”

The imps scattered and disappeared.

“It looks like your guest arrived early,” Glum looked up and then disappeared as well.

Anthony woke up in the "Sleep Lab". He looked straight at the camera that was in the room, on the top left corner. He motioned for the doctor to come in and take off those wires. He hated anything that medical related. He said, "Doctor, if you don't come in here and take these stupid wires off of me, then I'll rip them off myself." Soon after that, Dr. Gideon came inside the room and took off the brain transmitters and the wires that are hooked up to the heart monitor.

"There you go, Anthony. You are free to leave," said the doctor. "DO I need to know the results?"

"It all depends on the results. If there's something abnormal shown up on it, then I'll tell you myself." Anthony nodded and went to the bathroom and change into clothes that he brought with him. He put his dirty clothes inside a bag, that he had his overnight and clean clothes in.

Afterwards, Anthony heard some screaming and ran towards it. There were a lot of people around saying, "Is that a black panther?" Someone asked. "It's covered in blood.." Someone else noted. "Someone call the guard." Another voice, more coherent than the rest. When he saw what the other students were talking about his eyes widen, because he'd never seen a black jaguar before. She was beautiful. He shook his head after he saw her running away from the crowd. He ran after her with the crowd. He recognized the jaguar's aura. He thought, "It's Ayame." When he had seen them attacking her, he said, "NO!! DOn't attack her! YOu idiots! She's a shapeshifter!" But they didn't listen. Anthony noticed Ayame changed her direction. He didn't alert anyone. No one noticed anything because their minds had so much chaos into them. He slowly followed her. He saw her limping into the cave. He thought, "Poor Ayame. She must be in so much pain." He walked closer until he snapped a twig. "Shit." He heard her screamed.

"Ay..Ayame. It's just me, Anthony. Remember, I am a friend. I won't hurt you." Anthony knew that her inner cat was scarred. Most likely, she'll attack him.She would think him being one of those attackers. However, he'll risk it. She's his friend, after all.


(Note: Sophia was given the power of 'holy fire', however, only enough to charge up on weapons like stakes or arrows. It's not enough to kill anyone like a full and half angel could had.)

Almost before she could even process what was happening, Ayame had launched herself at his throat. Luckily for them both she realized what was happening and didn't rip his throat out. Instead she jumped square on him, her body appearing from the depths of the cave almost like a shadow moving across the grass.

Her claws dug into him where she hit, leaving sixteen matching marks on his thighs and shoulders as she used the momentum of her jump to knock him down and propel her next leap to safety. Inside Ayame knew Anthony wouldn't hurt her - or at least she thought she did - but it was no use trying to convince instinct.

She heard the breath wheeze out of Anthony as he landed on his back her on top of him, but she didn't stop to see if he was okay, before he even really seemed to realize it she was running again, only a slight limp hampering her speed as adrenalin kicked in again telling her body it was time for flight.

"A-ayame! Wait!" Anthony called after her, still breathless even as he began to chase her again. She lost him easily enough but every time she thought she was safe and paused to catch her breath and hide from the heat that soaked her black fur, he ended up on top of her again. Ayame realized that he was tracking her aura,and the cat wouldn't stop until they were safe from others, so a new plan formed in her head. She couldn't outrun him, so she needed to out climb him, and luckily she knew just where to go to do it.

A lot of the buildings on campus had a rooftop access area, but last year one had been marked no access to students and been chained up so they couldn't get on top of the building. There was a tree close enough to the library that Ayame was able to climb out on a branch and leap across to the rooftop, but it was a feat that a normal human wouldn't be able to replicate. As it was, Ayame had almost slipped off the side when her branch wobbled as she leapt and caused her leap to fall just barely short.

The rooftop library had been an open air reading and study room, but when students were caught throwing books off the roof to hit others on the ground, they had been forced to close access. Luckily for Ayame this meant that she would be out of reach and in the shade.

When she had finally crawled her way under the shelter of the reading room, she collapsed, panting, on her side in the shade and sighed thankfully at the breeze that was floating through the air. She licked half-heartedly at the scratch on her side when she realized that it was bleeding still, but she didn't have the energy to really do anything about it for the time being. She felt the cat stretching within her skin, seeming to finally be content with their safety.

On the ground below her she could hear the yelling that had chased her through campus again, Anthony's voice among them, as they talked about the stray cat prowling the campus. Ayame knew that the school guard would be arriving soon, that there was something she should do before they did... but her head was drifting and she couldn't quite remember what it was she was forgetting... besides how important could it be? With a very catlike huff she lay her head back down on the cool tile of the open air reading room, closed her eyes, and drifted to sleep.

All around her were trees, dark and shadowy but trees all the same. Cutting through the trees was a path, long and winding and leading who knows where, but there Ayame was standing at the end of it almost too exhausted to bother. Beneath her hand was her beast, her feline, rubbing its face against the warmth of her palm.

Ayame glanced down at the creature, foreign and strange, but still beautiful. It took a few steps away, walking along the path ahead of her before stopping to look at her back over its shoulder. When Ayame didn't move it huffed at her, circling behind her to nudge her forward.

Ayame stumbled at the force of the push, taking a few steps forward to catch her balance before she looked up again. The cat stood proudly ahead of her, waiting.

Slowly, with much encouragement for her feline, Ayame made her way along the path, a journey that seemed to take forever. Ayame didn't notice when the trees began to fade, or even when they disappeared altogether. She didn't even notice when her feline stopped, laying down before her, until after she stumbled over the bulk of the creature. She fell headfirst into darkness.

Outside the realm of Ayame's mind her body lay on the cool tile floor, and her mental fall at the end of the path started her physical change, her form making the painful switch from feline to human. Ayame hadn't realized what the path in her mind was, but it was the symbol of her change, and it was her human form that that was sprawled, naked and hurt, across the tile of the roof when the guard unlocked the chain and opened the door to what had once been the open air reading area of the library.

Marina keep her eyes on Hunter as he walk around her "I am whom I am, and I know what I'm not. What I know about my self is little to nothing, stuff i have figured out about my self isn't much." she continued to watch Hunter as he continued to walk around her.

"I am but three thing that somehow co exists with in me. Vampire. Angel. Phoenix. The vampire what to kill the angel, the angel wants to purify the vampire, but the phoenix keeps them both form doing this." she stopped for a moment before continuing.

"I know little of my powers, the only thing I know of is a simple protection, and that needs someone very dear to my heart to getting in harms way for it to happen, I my self can not trigger it. But it drains me for a good while. Sadly this is all I know, if my parents we not taken form me at such a young age i would know more then I do know." she crossed her arms a bit as she still watched Hunter carefully.

Marina gave a slight growl at Hunter getting slightly annoyed at him "What I am helps who I am, but at the same time it dose not. I know that what my favorite things are currently. My favorite colors are black and blood read, food is to meany to name off. I enjoy reading, drawing, and most of all flying!" she started to yell a little she had not flew in a good few day and it was getting to her a bit.

Her hands started to tighten into fists as she got madder "Being free and not feeling like a dog, nor like a bird in a cage, and this stupid collar isn't helping that! It took one thing I hold dearly to me away, I don't care if it helps my powers, but preventing me form flying is something I don't enjoy!!" she yelled out and hit the ground not really caring is she hurt herself, but she didn't want to hurt Hunter.

Marina stayed there her hand on the ground she growled again "I'm blind and close minded because I care for others first before my self, seeing others happy make me somewhat happy, I never care what happens to me as long as my friends are alright." she huffed out and stood up and looked at hunter.

"who am I is something I don't know how to answer, what I have told you is what I felt where the right answers. I'm trying but I don't know what else you want me to say." she looked away from him and stayed quiet.