Awakening

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EzekielHarbinger: EzekielHarbinger: "The only ones that wil be left are those to give you full access, strength and magnitude as it were. But I swear to you, they will be removed as soon as I can bring the one to do so here." he held his hand out towards her, seeing her memories of an alter similar to this one, the order was a cruel bunch of zealots, seemed both the hunters he had claimed were in the same boat with their 'training' as it were. "They are not the same circles Lei, one is for binding, one is for purifying, cleasing and unbinding. It will not be the same level of pain, I am not about to break your trust."
EzekielHarbinger: DeviousMiskreent: She took a long, deep breath and nodded again. "Its not you Az . . it's just hard to trust anyone, or anything after all that I've been through" she sighed softly, fingering the edge of her shirt. She knew for him to do his work, she would likely need to lose her clothes, or at least most of them, and that made her very uncomfortable as well. "So . . Im . .as ready as I'll ever be" she said, taking a deep breath and standing up straight. Her heart raced with fear and aniticipation, she could feel her magic stirring in the very core of her being, but it wasn't fighting to get free, like it was a sentient thing of its own and knew it needed to wait. She stepped towards the circle, toes to the very edge. "what do I do?" she asked him, her voice confident for the first time in two days. --d--
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EzekielHarbinger: " stand in the center of the circle, you don't have to worry about moving, just as long as you remain in the circle." he sighed softly as he moved to stand behind her outside the circle, "I will need you to remove your clothes, so I can see the full extent of the bindings they have placed on you though." He admired her efforts to fight, but the fact he was already well dug into her mind, she was nothing more than clay in his hands to be molded to his will, and mold her he would, he was fairly certain he knew fully by now what she was, now that he had himself so deep within her mind and about to strip every binding rune seen, he would be able to confirm one way or another. Azrial would use the cover of the Viccisutde to be able to dig deeper into her memories, find the sorce of her powers and magic and the truth behind why it was the Order had her bound in the first place. "Let us begin."
DeviousMiskreent: She kept her breathing slow and steady, but her heart raced. The manipulation of her memories had left her with lingering 'feelings' for the man and so she blushed deely. A crimsion line spread down the back of her neck and colored even her cheeks and the top rounds of her ample breasts. "Azreal I . . " she hesitated, she had never even been seen naked by a male, and was still 'pure' as it was. She took in a slow, deep breath, wrapping her arms around her waist for a moment to keep her hands from shaking. Purity was something the Church and the Order demanded of it's Hunter's, at least until they were wed, which she was not. She swallowed hard and resolved herself, slowly lifting the fabric of her shirt and tossing it out of the way. Her shoes, belt and pants were next, leaving her in just her bra and panties. "Ev . .everything?" she asked shyly, that blush turning nearly purple--d--
EzekielHarbinger: "You may keep those on, I only need to seen the bindings that I can remove." that blush was intriguing, though he hadn't had those sort of desires for centuries, she was still a beautiful creature nevertheless. The bindings were extensive, he was curious if they even covered the top of her head at the amount he was seeing, from the base of her skull to the tip of her toes, down from her ears to the tip of her fingers, bindings of the church, plain to see and so easily removed, it would be the magical bindings that were not seen that would take the skills of another to remove, and he already knew who would be capable of manipulating such energies. Azrial took a stance of something seemingly more fucos than anything, his feet just shoulder width apart as those silver serpent eyes took in every detail of her frame, using her memories to be able to see her body before the bindings were put into place, though she was young, he could use the stretch of memories to be able to see her fully without the markings, soon enough she would begin to feel something similiar to a burning sensation within the bindings themselves as the magic was broken, the ink used pushed from her skin creating the sensation much like that of tattoo needles grinding the flesh raw when over worked.
DeviousMiskreent: Leijla shivered in the cold damp of the room, her arms crossed over her body to try to keep her modesty while allowing him to see what he needed to see, turning a slow circle for him. He was in her mind already, her thoughts were colored with suppressed desire, but colored none the less, and she certainly couldn't make eye contact. She swallowed hard and tried to relax as she felt him begin his workings, her skin aching and burning as he worked whatever it was he was doing. It hurt, but she was no stranger to the pain, and it was nothing compared to the feeling of her magic straining against the Order's binds. The most he would see from her is her closing her eyes, trying to go to her 'happy' place to escape the pain and a small whimper at the worst of it as the ink began to run down her flesh, pushed out by his abiliities. --d--
EzekielHarbinger: He remained focused on the task at hand, unwaivered regardless the memories he seen within her mind, it didn't matter the sounds she made, hell she could be screaming for mercy and he would appear as though he were stone, unwavered to emotions of any kind. He kept the image of a pure Leijia as it were, untouched by the Order, while he worked on manipulating the flesh he also worked on manipulating her mind, enforcer and reinforcing the hold he held on her, he wanted to make sure that it would take a near goddess to remove the weaving of the web that would be the dominate.
DeviousMiskreentDeviousMiskreent : As the pain grew with his work, she could feel her legs growing weak, but managed to remain on her feet. Her hands flexed and fisted and flexed again as her inner core began to heat more and more as he erased the bindings tatted into her skin. A burning sensation erupted under her skin, aiding his visc in removing the bindings, burning them away from the inside. She cried out as her magic began to attack the bindings that he couldn't see, burning them away with little effort now that it was mostly unbound. flames erupted over her body, starting at her feet and growing up her frame, burning away all the markings, and her clothing. It even attacked the dominate he had worked so carefully to place, burning most of it away completely. Once she was 'clean' she cried out again, almost the sound of a calling bird, the flames flashed in the form of a giant pheonix around her, contained only by his Circle, and she collapsed to the stone, unconcious. --d--
EzekielHarbinger: The moment the flames errupted around her frame from the inside out he stopped using his disciplines, the amount the interal flames had destroyed was of no concern to him, he truly just wanted her to trust him enough to be able to get her to agree to it, his suspicions as to what she was were confirmed, and he couldn't help but feel the sense of joy and pride that he was able to free such a legendary being as a Pheonix. The silvery serpent gaze watched as those flames went to work cleansing the remaining bindings that could not be seen, elliminating the need to call in Gavin to remove the rest, sighing in relief only when she had collapsed to the stone, it was than he stepped forward and cautiously scooped her into his arms, her entire frame was hot to the touch greatful for his Koldunic abilities keeping him safe from the elements such as fire as he carried her to the couche, and covered her with a blanket, giving her the time she would need to rest and recover. "I appologize for the deception, but as a hunter, there was no other way to get you to trust a kindred, especially one such as myself."
DeviousMiskreent: She was only out for a moment or two, waking even as he scooped her up to carry her to the sofa. She moaned softly as he covered her with the blanket, her eyes opening slowly to reveal the change to a beautiful orange color. "I . . could feel it . . the wrongness of you in my mind." she said softly, frowning. She wasnt angry at him, she was just working through the last two days. "Still there . . just a little . . I can feel it. Please . . stop" she asked, clutching the blanket around her. "And . . who are you ? Azreal, yes I know your name, but " she shivered. "why am I really here?" she remembered the last two days of course, but none of it made a whole lot of sense. --d-
EzekielHarbinger: He rose back to his feet to retrieve her clothing from the other room, focusing on the disciplines he had placed within her mind and pulled them all back slowly and carefully not to cause her any further harm, returning back to her side her would hand her the clothes and turn his back while closing his eyes, "I am Azrial, not to be mistaken for the angelic name, though named in honor of him." he began as he waited for her to change back into her clothing, "Your 'Order' has refered to me by many names, one of them being the angel of death, one I came to rather enjoy being the Purifier, as I live up to the name rather well. I seek purity, whether it be purity in one path, clan, or blood line. Corruption only taints what has already deminished greatly over the centuries, and you are one very few surviving pheonix." he spoke the last of the words as he turned around when he knew she had finished getting dressed, those silvery serpents slits gazing at her carefully, watching her reactions intently.
DeviousMiskreent: Lei quickly pulled her clothes on, thanking him for respecting her modesty, not that he hadnt already seen everything and listened carefully to what he was telling her. She pulled her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around them, feeling a bit scared and vunlerable. She no longer knew who or what to trust, and the man standing before her was claiming to be an ancient boogeyman of sorts to unpure vampires. The Order had always been harsh, but at least it had provided structure and a mission, but she had abandoned all that to find out who and what she really was. A pheonix . .. she didnt even know those were real. Her head dipped to press her forehead to her knees as she tried to take in everything and sort through it, though it felt like her whole world was collapsing around her. "Thank you Azreal, for removing the bindings and helping me to awaken to who I am. Right now, Im just confused, and scared. Im a Hunter, its all Ive ever known, and you got me to abandon all of it so easily. Now I sit here, in your home, the home of someone I should be trying to kill, yet you've done nothing to harm me." she said, those strange orange eyes of hers lifting to gaze up at him. He spoke of purity, yet he himself was covered in tattoos, his eyes were unnatural. It was a conundrum to her. --d--
EzekielHarbinger: He could see and feel the doubt and confusion within her eyes as she listened and learned of his ways, the idea he was covered from head to toe in the skeletal tattoos and the very sight of his gaze would seem unpure, she wasn't entirely wrong, but it was not that he was unpure in the conventional sense. "You are still very much a hunter Lei, that is something you will always be even if it weren't for the order. A Pheonix is about as pure as the beings could possibly get, the inability to corrupt one unless taken near birth, a skill I have admired a great deal since I first heard the tales of the creature when I was child. The fact they are reborn from their own ashed was more a curiosity than lured like most." His voice never rising nor falling, no sign of emotions nothing, just calm as always, "You doubt my claims because of my eyes and markings, but I assure you, I am true to my path." he moved across the floor to stand in front of her before kneeling down along the floor, sitting back on his feet, "The markings are my cleansing for inpure actions such as the use of Vicciscute, my ....... creator grants me the use to be able to complete my task, though a cleansing is required after each use, or I risk the infection to take hold of my mind. My eyes were a gift from my creator to allow me to see the inpurities and corruption within others, to know if they are able to be helped, or if they are to far gone."
DeviousMiskreent: She shivered at the use of her personal name by the man she didn't know, and although he had pulled from her mind, she still found herself attracted to him. The realization sent another shiver down her spine as she continued to look him over. "I suppose that makes some sense. The Order has always told me that they found me as an abandoned infant, and the Church is all I've ever known." she told him. Her own emotions were in chaos, but unlike most, she was still able to think through the malestrome. Her teachings conflicting with her emotions was never an issue until now. Until he had pushed her doubts and insecurities with his Domination. "It's not that I doubt you Azreal, it's just a lot to take in right now. You've rather brought my world crashing down around me. And your mission is to purify things, but . . why help me? You dont know me, Im sorry, im questioning your kindness. Like I said its hard for me to trust anyone, especially . . a supernatural" --d--
EzekielHarbinger: He had pulled all his disciplines from her mind entirely at this point, calmly sitting on his feet before her along the floor, "I helped you because it was part of my mission, my task to purify the world of corruption and inpurities, you may not be kindred, but I could not watch a beautiful creature such as yourself remain bound by ones who only saught to use it to their own ends." it was than his words took a bit of anger, the idea of something so pure being bound and chained as he had found her, a pheonix still so young in life was such a rare opportunity. He rose to his feet than and bowed his head politely towards her, "Forgive me for my intrusion into your mind and memories, I needed you to trust me enough to free you. I promise I will not enter your mind without your permission again." he stood upright, the tales and stories of the Purifer being a creature so terrifying that it lived up to it's name of the angel of death, that it took on the appearance of death itself in a sesne, did not seem to fit the man that stood so politely, and porpper in front of this woman. Aside from the domination intrusion on her mind, he truily had been a true gentleman to her, "Please excuse me now. I must go through my own cleansing as it were. If you require food, you've but to ask out loud, the ghouls will bring you anything you ask of them, for now, please, rest and recover as you need." he had moved across the floor to return to the room where they had just come from, only this time a wall of sort rose from the floor to block entrance into the room, no sound could be heard and even with her fire, would she truly risk the idea of catching the entire place on fire just to enter the room.
DeviousMiskreent: Leijla streched out from under the blanket, letting her bare feet hit the floor and nodded as he explained. She had no real reason to doubt him, knew he was no longer in her mind. "It is more than forgiven Azreal. I am indebted to you, and truthfully, that kind of scares me, although I am greatful to you. I understand why you did what you did." she said as she rose up to her feet with him. She nodded as he excused himself though "I don't require anything right now, is it ok for me to explore your home until we can speak again?" she asked as he stepped away from her. --d--
EzekielHarbinger: "Be warned, it is not as it appears, and you will think a great deal differently of me." he said with caution on his words before vanishing behind the wall. The process of his cleansing wasn't a great deal different than what he had done to Leijla, only there was no actual physcial being to conduct said cleanisng rites, as it would seem, it was the house itself. He stepped into the center of the circle as Lei had done moments before and knelt down, bowing his head to the unseen presence that seemed to fill the very room, before long the flames within the brazziers flared greatly, intensifying the heat that would surround him, the deep purple crystals that filled the bowls around him began to pulse with a new light. "Cleanse me of the influences .." he spoke softly to the unseen force, shortly after two large slashes crossed the width of his wrists as his hands rested on his knees, the flow of the blood unhindered as it filled the cartved lines within the circle, it didn't take a great deal of blood to complete the entire circle but once it did two thin black snake like tendrils stretched up from the circle itself before pushing into the cuts along his wrists, a deep growl passed his lips as his frame tensed, the tendrils wormed their way deeper into his arms until it felt as though they were about half way up his arm before they would begin to burn, but not a hot burn and icey cold burn like that of liquid nitrogen, though no physical sign of such an action could be seen along the surface of his skin. A deep growl of agony filtered past his lips as the sensation intensified, pushing his tolerance further and further until he was screaming so loudly, he was certain the supernatural wall behind him wouldn't be able to hold his voice within the room. It all seemed to last for hours, but in actuality Lei may have gotten to the basin of blood within the other room before the wall dropped and Azrial was emerging from the room, seemingly unscathed, any and all signs of what had happened within the room had already vanished from sight.
DeviousMiskreent: Lei would smile a bit as he gave her permission to look around but warned her at the same time. "Im not sure what I think of you to begin with" she said in a light, teasing manner. "I hope your cleansing goes well" she said to the wall that had risen between them. She placed her hand on the wall for a moment, her head bowed as she tried to push certain feelings back into a box. She then moved to her right, gazing as the walls of books and scrolls, looking over the titles. The basin of blood didn't surprise her, he was kindred afterall. "So much knowledge" she whispered as he emerged from his room what seemed only moments later. She couldnt help but blush again when she looked at him, turning her head away once more. She pushed her glasses back up her nose and rubbed the back of her neck. --d--
EzekielHarbinger: He had moved across the floor like water over a flat surface, for a being that was as dark and appeared so freakishly evil, he had a grace about him, a rather odd creepy grace but a grace nevertheless, he would fold his hands behind his back after shrugging a shirt over his shoulders left open in the front as he approached her when she had reached the basin of blood, the silvery gaze of his seemingly taken on a sense of blood red in them as he peered at her for moment, that blush that kissed her features brought that curiosity back to his mind for a moment before looking down at the alter that fed the basin, "How is it you are unsre what it is you think of me? You either like me or you don't, the inbetween is the grey that so many beings dance in they loose focus on what it is they want in life."
DeviousMiskreent: She could feel him behind her, just to one side, his closeness bringing desire again to her very core. That in itself confused her, she had never felt this way around any one before, at least, not this strongly. She turned her head to see him, taking note of the red in his eyes and knowing what it meant , and took in a long, slow breath. Her finger drew a line along the edge of the basin. "Because you are a conundrum to me Azreal. You are not behaving as your legends propose you do. You are not even behaving as a kindred towards a Hunter" she said, her face scrunching up in a frown for a moment. "You infiltrated my mind but did no damage, and once you helped me, freed me from your touch. You have not been angry or violent towards me in any way. I dare say you've been the perfect gentleman, even looking away to allow me to get dressed in modesty. It goes against everything I thought I knew about you or your kind. I wont lie, it does make me wonder what you want from me. Makes me wonder if your simply manipulating me to get me to do something for you." she said honsetly. --d--
EzekielHarbinger: "Don't you think if I truly wanted you to do something for me, I would have instilled a stronger dominate over your mind, rather than pull all remaining ties I had on your mind. You knew I still had some ties within your mind even after your internal flames burned through a great deal of my disciplines weave, it was so easy for you to do so yes, but with what was left I could have built further off of it. And yet I did not." he moved around the later as he spoke, his words carried nothing but truth and honesty, the silver of his slowly shifting bak to normalicy even though there was nother normal about the serpent eyes. "I have told you in absolute honesty and truth, I have no desire to manipulate a creature so pure. I truly only wished to free her from those chains. The order and I have never truly seen eye to eye, being the kindred I am, carrying the name I carry, they can not agree with me. The only difference between us, I only target those supernaturals that have strayed from their true path, I give them the option to be purified, to correct their mistakes." he stood across from her on the other side of the alter, his hands still folded behind his back, not a single hint of any emotion heard within his words, no sign of hostility nothing to show the tales of kindred being true. "I will return you to the place where I had taken you from if that is so what you choose, the shadow and his mate have only encountered their packmates, gone into the city and returned yet again. You still an opportunity to continue your mission if you wish it. You've just to ask."
DeviousMiskreent: Lei felt it as he moved away, a loss, a longing. She wanted to tamp it down and explore it all at the same time. She closed her eyes as he spoke to her. "I dont . . . I dont want that. If I go back, they will rebind me, take away what you have so graciously given me. But that means I have nothing to go back to." She rubbed her arms anxiously. "I um, I guess I need to go back eventually, so whenever you tire of me I'll leave" she said softly. --d-
EzekielHarbinger: "You may remain here for the time being if you would like. Be warned how ever, this house is not as it seems." he almost grinned at the warning, it was then the illusions that shrouded the entirety of the house slowly melted away, the stone bricks falling silently from their hold along the walls to expose the fleshy layers behind it. It was like patch work on a quilt only full body pieces of flesh, ranging in color, shade, age, some had tattoos, some seemed old and wrikled, scarred and peirced. Ears and noses could still be seen, some of them missing their mouths, the further the illusions dropped throughout the rest of the house the more it would show where those mouths were, a wall of mouths singing of agony though sileced for the time being, eyes in varying shades of colors, shapes and sizes along another. It was as the tales spoke, the Cathedral of Flesh was very much real, and she stood in the middle of it, with it's own childe, the Purifier.
DeviousMiskreent: Lei was about to say something, when the walls started melting, like overheated wax, except . . the walls . . had parts. . . .humanoid . . .parts. She stood there, frozen in absolute horror as the 'real' Cathedral began to emerge from its illusions. She didnt know whether to scream, run, be sick . . . but the terror. The absolute mind numbing terror that filled and chiled her body kept her frozen. Only her head and eyes moving as her hand covered her mouth. "oh my God oh my God oh my God" she muttered incoherantly as her mind litterally tried to erase what she was seeing with her eyes. Refusing to process the blinking eyes in one wall, or the moving mouths in another. "Oh my God" she whimpered over and over again, her normally tan body paling to a near deathly white. She began to dry heave as her mind slowly processed the images, her body trembled with fear and disgust as screams began filling the air around her. It took her moments, long moments to even realize it was herself that was screaming. Her body super heating in response to her terror, a form of self defense as pheonetic flames erupted around her body, cocooning her in an orb of heat and fire that was blue and white at its base. "oh my God oh my God" she kept repeating over and over between screams --d--
EzekielHarbinger: Her reactionb was exactly what he anticipated it to be, it was rare to ever come across one who did not react in such horrific terror to the sight of the true cathedral, there was one, but it had been so long ago it was nothing more than memory at this point. He remained calm, cool, collected the entire time, calculating and watching every breath, every blink, everything she did or said with intense purpose. A quick tug at the corner of his mouth as her natural defenses kicked in, surrounding her in an orrb of intense heat and fire, protecting her from her surroundings, even though there was no threat, and than it was gone, in a single blink the illusions were back in place as though everything she had just witnessed was but a horrifying nightmare. "I warned you. You will think differently of me."