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Prologue

A Grave Festival

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The world around him was hazy, dark, unfamiliar, Kcalb couldn't make heads or tails of what was going on around him. "... You used to be so much more..." A familiar, eerie voice echoed around him, a voice that has haunted him for years now. "... You were the Devil that everyone feared... Evil, sadistic, terrifying... And now look at you... A mere shell of what you once were..." The voice's laughter seemed to echo in Kcalb's head. "You don't know me... My past... My past is none of your business!"

"Your past... Is history... And history can be learned... Especially through another's own thoughts..." Sweat dripped from Kcalb's forehead. "W-wha... What are you talking about?" Kcalb flinched as he felt something grab his throat. "In due time... Old friend..." The voice laughed maniacally.

"I always wondered... She is the only thing keeping you sane at this point... What would happen... If she were to vanish, would you lose yourself in your madness? Beg for an end to your suffering, an end that won't. Ever. Come!?!" Images flashed in Kcalb's mind, images of blood, destruction, death. Those he cared for laid at his feet, murdered in cold blood. His arms held the one he cared for the most, dead eyes staring at the monster that murdered her.



"ETIIIHHHWWWW!!!"

Kcalb woke up in a panic, sweat dripped from his face as he tried to get a sense of his surroundings. He was in his bed, sun shined through the window, lighting up the greyed out room. "Was it... Was it just a... A nightmare?" Still shaken from the terrifying dream, Kcalb got out from his bed and looked out through the window of his room. The village below was small, but it was clear that it was full of activity. Kcalb sighed and went to get ready, for the Grey Festival was today.
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Grey Village buzzed with activity, angels and demons hurried around, setting up stalls and fixing up decorations for the festival tonight. Some stalls were already set up and had assortments of items, treats, and trinkets on display for passers-by. The sweet aroma of apples wafted through the air, the smell originated from a nice little stall in the center of the village. A young demon girl in a maid's outfit was cleaning the counter of the stall as a little angel in a blue robe carried a basket of apples over to her. "Thank you, Chelan... That should be enough apples for tonight." The girl said as she looked back at the dozen more baskets behind the stall, Chelan hummed happily as she set the last basket down.

On the western side of the village, two young looking demons were attending to what appeared to be a large, black portal. "Say, Ater... How many people do you think will attend the festival?" The black-haired one spoke. "I don't know, Arbus... We sent invitations to just about every world including ours, it's hard to say." The white-haired one spoke. "Well, you know what they say... The more the merrier!" They said at the same time.

To the east of the village, a stage overlooking a large field of flowers was being set up. A young angel in a green sweater was busy carrying things around and seemed to be in distress. "Oooohhh... I wish Rawberry was here to help... Or anybody really..." She set some tools down and went back to building up a part of the stage.

[spoiler=Ooc]Alrighty, time to get this show on the road! For those of you who have made characters based outside of the Grey Garden world you will be entering through the portal that Ater and Arbus are by. I'm sure you'll find something to do till the festival begins. Here's to the start of this lovely rp. :)

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With preparations for the festival in full swing, someone of course had to be making the rounds and keeping things running smoothly. Multiple someones most likely, but for the time being let us focus on just a single one. And average sized Angel in a navy blue suit with a bright red tie moving about the village and keeping everyone on task.

 

"There will be time to relax and enjoy ourselves when the festival begins in proper, for now let us make ready." He said whenever someone protested his assertion that they should get back to work, and that was basically the end of the conversation. Here or there he would stop to help, mostly with the more physically demanding work like helping to get a stall's sign up or hanging something high up where his wings, though formed of metal and light instead of flesh and bone, were advantageous. Even as the man with the steely barbed halo moved purposefully and kept things moving to ensure that all was prepared, he kept his tone and expression friendly. He did not want to make it too hard to meet his glowing gaze.

 

This was Abbadon. The Archangel of Judgement, as he had been known during the war, turned instead towards an organizer of the festival devoted to mending the wounds that the conflict for which he was famous had made. Perhaps some would consider it a reduction in status, and indeed even he had for a time, but today he found himself very much believing in everything that this stood for. It was good to not have to kill every demon he met lest he be killed by them, and he knew a fair few of them felt the same. So it was that he went about and did exactly what he had been doing on this day for years now, and kept everything going smoothly.

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The portal shuddered, the black surface rippling like water as something stepped forth, pulling itself out from the dark void, the shadows sloughing off to reveal a human shape, revealed to be a very becomign witch.

 

"Hello, gentlemen," she said by way of confident greeting, reaching up to snuff the end of her hair, which was smoldering, betraying rather obviously which World she had come from, despite her status as a witch. Grabbing onto the flames didn't seem to hurt her, and her hair was emaculate, as if the fire had never been anywhere near it. "Nice day for a festival, isn't it?" she asked Ater and Arcus. There was a note of sarcasm in her voice, and she flounced out past the portal a ways, surveying the Gray Gardens before her. "So, when's the big hullabaloo going to start, anyway?" She asked, turning back and very noticeably looking down at the two short beings before her, managing to just be taller than them enough to make the difference notable.

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Gunshots echoed through the skies high above the Grey Garden, each punctuated by a heaving grunt and the clash of metal as two black-winged angels duelled. The taller was clean-shaven, wearing an old military uniform and holding a straightsword and buckler, moving fluidly and purposefully. The shorter was less masterful in his use of an overly-complicated gunblade. He struggled in close-quarters, barely managing to keep his opponent at bay as he tried to find an opening or some sort of weakness. The younger angel, Salem Al-Saleh, spun the carousel of his blade, and pulled the trigger. A small explosion of kinetic energy rocked the field and pushed his opponent back an inch as Salem flew feet first into a building wall. No sooner than had his feet landed, he pulled the trigger again, this time approaching too fast for his father to react.

Indeed, Saleh Al-Alenhalem did not react to his son's attack, merely sidestepping and enjoying the show as Salem tumbled uncontrollably down a small set of stone steps. Sheathing his blade, the older angel knelt down to help his protégé off the ground.

"It may help you to actually learn how to swing that thing, son." Saleh chuckled, watching Salem dust himself off and stow away his weapon. "You're growing though, don't think I can't see that."

Salem rose to meet his father's eyes. "So... can I go to the festival now? I finished all my training right?"

His father sighed, "Sometimes you have the oddest priorities. You know you can't screw around for eternity... oh who am I kidding? Go ahead!"

As soon as had the words left his mouth, his son jumped straight over the railings of the Floating Gardens and spread his wings, slowly gliding down to the jubilant world below.

"There's a fire in you, son." Saleh stood pensive, watching the clouds below roll by, "Stoke it. Don't let the flame of youth die."

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Another ripple could be seen through the portal as another figure came through. This time, it was one of yellow-tinted skin, pointed ears, red and silver armor as well as a sheath in which a sword is being held in. This is Kalt Wildheit, known mostly in rumors as the Dual Magus, a Wizard who can wield two elements rather than one while also not lacking in martial prowess.

 

He then cordially bowed to the guards at the portal. "Gentlemen." He wasn't sure if they would try to confiscate Torrent, a cursed sword bound to him, but he decided to leave the initial area where the portal lies and surveyed the Gray Garden from the outside. It was the first time he's actually seen it, so it was a sight to behold. "Have you finally decided to do something for yourself for once, dear?" asked a somewhat lustful female voice from seemingly nowhere. This was Blitz, an eel-like familiar of the element of lightning sealed within Torrent.

 

Kalt sighed at this. "Yes, yes, don't act so surprised. You should know I'm not here for fun."

 

"Oh? And what other reason could we arrive here for, hm?"

 

"I've been having a bad feeling these last few days. I don't know what it is. But it feels like this armor is warning me of something. It's not clear what it is, at least not at the moment. Even now, I can't let my guard down."

 

"Fine by me, darling. Just....try to have a little fun while you can, okay?"

 

Kalt was silent for a few seconds before responding. "I make no promises." He then proceeded to enter the Gray Garden without much of a second thought.

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While Kalt went into the village, the portal rippled several times and 6 people emerged from it. Two of these people were Valci and Halord. Riding on Halord’s right shoulder, Valci looked around at the beautiful Grey Garden, a slight smile on her lips. The 4 other people that were with Valci were her dad, mom, sister, and her sister’s personal maid. The Hellfire family didn’t seem to notice Ater, Arbus, or Gwen, as they simply walked past and headed into Grey Village.

 

“Looks like the villagers are rushing to get prepared for the Grey Festival tonight,” Valci’s father said with a slight smile. Her father, Malro Hellfire, was a tall, brown-haired, and rather handsome demon in his late-forties and he had two large, shining wings on his back.

“Indeed.  I can’t wait for it to start!” Valci’s mother, Cally Hellfire, said with excitement. Cally was also a demon in her late forties, but looked to be in her mid-thirties because of her smooth skin and her shoulder-length pink hair. An almost-endless amount of energy seemed to emit from Cally. She had a tail and small wings which she could barely fly with.

 

“Me too! I just love all the treats they have at the stalls.” Valci’s older sister, Jaclyn, said happily. She was in her early twenties and had pale pink hair that flowed down to her waist. Jaclyn towered over her mother and was about an inch shorter than her father. Unlike her parents she didn’t have wings, but she did have a tail. A mischievous smile slowly formed on Jaclyn’s face as she looked over at Valci. “Hey shorty. What’s your favorite thing about the Grey Festival?” Jaclyn knew that her sister hated anybody talking about her height, so being the good big sister she was, she regularly reminded Valci how short she was.

 

At first, it seemed as if Valci didn’t hear Jaclyn, but then she looked over at her older sister. Valci’s eyes were so intense, they looked as if a fire was burning in them. While Valci’s face was emotionless, her body shook with rage. “Make one more comment about my height and I’ll make sure your legs burn to ash,” Valci threatened, sounding as calm as a person boiling with rage could be.

 

“Jaclyn, you know your sister is sensitive about her height.” Malro said disapprovingly to his daughter.

 

“I know father. I’m sorry, I forgot. I promise I won’t do it again.” Jaclyn said in the most innocent voice ever.

 

Malro looked at Jaclyn doubtfully, but accepted her apology. “Alright then, you better not.”

 

Valci, on the other hand, didn’t accept Jaclyn’s apology, but kept silent. She didn’t want to ruin the happy mood that her parents had for the Grey Festival, but she didn’t want to hang around her stupid big sister either. “I’m gonna go look around the town with Halord, if that’s alright.” Valci said suddenly, trying not to look at her sister.

 

 “Alright honey. You have a good time.” Her mother said with a bright smile.

 

“Just come and find us when the Grey Festival starts.” Her father added.

 

Nodding, Valci pointed off to the east. “Go Halord.”

 

In response, Halord simply nodded his head and walked into the village, heading in the direction Valci pointed.

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While Abbadon was in a fairly good mood, there were a few things that could darken it. The sudden arrival of a very influential family from the Flame World was one such thing. The citizens of the Grey Garden still remembered the attack that had been made upon them by the armies of Flame, and even the tensions between the older Angels and Demons within that peaceful place paled in comparison against that which was very certain to follow the Hellfire family. Whether or not they had been directly involved in that much more recent war, everyone knew where they were from and that alone could cause problems. So it was that he flew swiftly towards the portal from whence they had just emerged, and touched down perhaps a bit more forcefully than necessary in front of them.

 

"Welcome to the Grey Garden." He said as he straightened out in front of them. His glowing gaze passed from one member of the family to the next, pausing for a moment on the petite daughter currently riding on the shoulder of whom he could only assume was a butler. "I am Abbadon, a servant of the most esteemed Etihw who is God of this realm. I trust that I do not need to remind you all to be on your best behavior, lest certain tensions be exaggerated. We do not want there to be any violence here today." He didn't say it explicitly, but the tone of his voice and stiffness of his posture implied the only threat that there needed to be. If they caused trouble, he would come crashing down upon them personally. "I will also have to ask that you turn over any weapons you may be carrying. I do not think I need to explain why." Abbadon was soon enough joined by a few others, a mix of angels and demons who one could tell at a glance were now or used to be soldiers. He had set up a small security detail for the festival today. "Your cooperation would be most appreciated."

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Kcalb was silent as he walked down to the courtyard of the castle, he was usually quiet but never this quiet. Some of the castle goers gave him worried looks as he walked by, whispering to themselves about how terrible and sleep deprived he looked. At the courtyard he was greeted by Etihw who had a calming smile on her. "About time you left your room." Kcalb said nothing but stood beside Etihw. "Preparations are coming along nicely, everyone at the village are in high spirits too. I can feel their excitement." she said with a beaming smile. Kcalb just sighed in his usual tone.

 

Etihw looked up at him with a worried expression. "You've... Been acting strange for the past few days... Stranger than normal... Is their something bothering you?" she asked him. "Everything is fine... I've just... Had problems sleeping, that's all..." he answered her. Etihw just sighed. "You know I don't like secrets..."

 

"Just... Drop it... We have a festival to prepare for..."

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Ater and Arbus looked at eachother, then to the witch, and then back to eachother. "Say Arbus, when does the festival start?"

 

"Later tonight, 8 o'clock sharp."

 

"And it's already 6 o'clock... So that means..."

 

"Two more hours to go." Arbus turned to the witch again. "As I said, 8 o'clock sharp. Until then, enjoy yourself at some of the open stalls. Dialo should be starting on her apple pies now, so you could get a snack now."

 

"I want a snack... I'm hungry..." Ater said with a slight purr.

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Back at the stall, Dialo was holding back an unusual pink haired girl from getting into the stall. "For the last time Rawberry... You're not getting into the stall..."

 

"Aw come on, I'm hungry, I want some apple pie." the pink haired girl said in an innocent tone." "If I let you have one slice you're just gonna eat everything in the stall..." Dialo argued. "But I'm hungry."

 

Everyone who was walking by the stall simply rolled their eyes as if this was a common occurrence. A couple more stalls were set and ready, including one with many tomes and books on it ran by a witch with a wolf familiar beside her and a stall with trinkets and souvenirs on it that was ran by an unusual cat like creature.

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Before Valci could leave her family, an angel suddenly landed forcefully in front of them. Everyone in the Hellfire group stopped in their tracks. Seated on Halord’s shoulder, Valci looked at the angel, an intrigued look on her face. The main thing that caught her attention was the angel’s wings. They were prosthetic. Valci wondered how he lost his wings. Possibly from a battle in war? He did seem to be old with his silver hair.

 

"Welcome to the Grey Garden." The angel said as he stood straight. His gaze passed by each member of the Hellfire family, pausing for a moment when he saw Valci. "I am Abbadon, a servant of the most esteemed Etihw who is God of this realm.” The angel said, “I trust that I do not need to remind you all to be on your best behavior, lest certain tensions be exaggerated. We do not want there to be any violence here today." By the way Abbadon’s tone sounded, Valci felt like that was some kind of threat. "I will also have to ask that you turn over any weapons you may be carrying. I do not think I need to explain why." Abbadon was quickly joined by a few others, a mix of angels and demons who looked like they were or used to be soldiers. "Your cooperation would be most appreciated."

 

Malro, whose face had showed no emotion through Abbadon’s entire speech, suddenly smiled a friendly smile. “But of course.” He said happily, his hands reaching to his waist to take off the holster which held his sword. “After all, the Grey Festival is a celebration of peach.” With a smile, Malro handed his holstered sword to Abbadon

 

At the same time Jaclyn and her maid, a blue-haired angel with shining wings, both copied Malro and took off the holsters that held their weapons before giving the weapons to one of the people that were with Abbadon. Cally, Valci, and Halord were the only ones who didn’t make a move. “I don’t have any weapons. I never really liked combat,” Cally said with a truthful smile.

 

From her perch on Halord’s shoulder, Valci looked down at Abbadon, a serious look on her face. “I find carrying weapons around tiring, so I don’t.”

 

Slowly, she began to run her left hand through Halord’s hair, “As for Halord here, he doesn’t carry a weapon, for obvious reasons.” She said, referring to Halord’s hulky frame and size. “Now if it’s alright, I want to go and enjoy the town.”

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Though things were certainly tense between Abbadon's security team and the Hellfire family, to the point that a casual observer might well have expected violence to erupt, the tension broke as soon as they began handing over their weapons. The swords in their scabbards, along with whatever other weapons were handed over, soon found themselves in the hands of one of the demons among the group. After the confirmation that all such things had indeed been turned over, the Head of Security nodded to the one holding them and the weapons vanished in a burst of fel power.

 

"Your armaments will be returned to you upon leaving the festival." He said plainly, and turned to face the girl on the shoulders of her enormous butler. For a moment his expression was hard, his glowing gaze practically burning into her forehead, before a faint smile crossed his lips. "As you have said, you are now welcome to enjoy the town. Do try to stay out of trouble." He seemed to enjoy saying that just a bit too much, but all the same he turned his back on the family of demons and himself went back into the village. The other members of the security team took this as their dismissal, and melted away into the crowd without so much as putting a feather out of place. Of course this gave Valci herself a much better look at Abbadon's folded prosthetic wings, the gleaming metal resting against his back with an unnatural stillness.

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  • 3 weeks later...

"Your armaments will be returned to you upon leaving the festival." Abbadon said, before turning to look at Valci. The stare that he gave her was intense. It took a good amount of will power for her to not look away. The intense only lasted a few seconds as a slight smile appeared on the old angel’s face. "As you have said, you are now welcome to enjoy the town. Do try to stay out of trouble." With that, Abbadon turned around and went back into the village. Now able to see Abbadon’s back, Valci got a better look at his prosthetic metal wings. She didn’t understand how they worked, but they interested her all the same. The angels and demons that had been with Abbadon dispersed, disappearing into the crowd.

 

An awkward silence fell over the Hellfire family until Cally Hellfire spoke. “Well that sure was eventful!” she said with the smile she almost always had on her face.

 

“It certainly was,” Malro agreed with his wife.

 

“Now anyway, I’m off.” Valci said, signaling to Halord it was time to go. Halord simply nodded his head as he headed off into town. Valci sat balanced on Halord’s shoulder as he slowly maneuvered the crowds. From her perch, Valci could see that some concession stands were up, while others were in the process of being built. She thought about stopping at one or two of the stands, but decided that she wanted to see the entire village first. When she had arrived at the eastern side of the village, she noticed a stage was being set up. Close by the stage was a beautiful field of flowers. But what had caught Valci’s eye the most wasn’t the flowers. It was the fact that the stage was being built. . .by one person. A young female angel, to be exact. Not only that, but she seemed to be struggling with the work.

 

Valci didn’t know why, but for some reason, she wanted to help the angel. Valci shook her head at the thought. Surely the angel had to have somebody helping her and that person, or persons, probably went on break. But after watching the angel struggle for a few seconds, Valci’s conscious got the better of her. “Let’s, um, see if that angel needs help, Halord.”

 

Obediently, Halord walked over to the edge of the stage that was nearest to the angel. “Hey!” Valci called out to the angel, her face showing slight annoyance. “Do you need some help? Cause if you do, my butler Halord can help you.” 

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  • 2 weeks later...

"Enjoy myself? Oh, I think I shall," Gwen purred, her eye flicking to Abbadon as he neared the portal. She smiled. Good. She had been looking for him. She was looking for anyone old enough to have participated in the war today. Her key targets were Etihw and Kcalb themselves... But a fierce fighter in the conflict would do.

 

"YOU must be the great Abaddon," she said demurely, cutting in between the angel and the family that had followed after her from the Flame World. "I would disarm myself of all weapons as you asked, but of course..." she gave a demure smile as she made a gesture with her hand, a coil of smoke billowing into existence. "We of the magical blood carry our weapons in something much more precious than a mere belt."

 

"My name is Gwen. Gwen Ember-Eye. You haven't heard of me, I know," she assured him, offering a hand to shake, smirking at her little joke. "Your exploits are of course well-known even to a humble witch of the Flame World... Though I would absolutely delight to know more."

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Rather than just teleport to the village, Etihw and Kcalb took the long way and just walked over to. It was a rather quiet walk with neither person saying a word until they arrived at the village. "Everything seems to be going along smoothly, we even have people already arriving. I can feel it, this festival is gonna be as great as it always has been." Etihw said with a happy look on her face.

 

Kcalb simply stayed quiet, not a word not even a sigh. Etihw looked at him almost as if she expected him to say something. "Ok... What's going on? You've never been this quiet... And I want to know why."

 

"We're already at the village... Not a very good place to be... Discussing things, don't you think?" he said not even looking at her.

 

"Fine... We can go to our spot then. I expect answers..." And with that they made their way through the village towards the beach, stopping occasionally to check the stands that were being built.

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“Hey!”

 

The young angel was surprised to hear someone call her and put down what she had in her hands. When she turned around she was immediately intimidated by the large demon in front of her, looking up however, she saw that he had a young looking girl on his shoulder. The girl seemed to have an annoyed look on her.

 

“Do you need some help? Cause if you do, my butler Halord can help you.”

 

The angel looked at the apparent butler one last time before giving a nervous smile. "I... I would appreciate that... I was giving my clones a break so any help is fine with me..." she said with a nervous laugh.

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Back at the portal, more people started to show up for the festival, Ater and Arbus were looking all the newcomers over before something caught Ater's eye, there was a couple of unwelcomed guests.

 

"Hey, Arbus..."

 

"Yes, Ater?"

 

"Should we call Abbadon?"

 

"I think we should..."

 

The two ran off into the village, both calling, "Mr. Abbadon! Mr. Abbadon!"

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Abbadon had been planning on getting himself something to eat before the festival got properly under way, he had not found the time to have breakfast as the preparations had begun early in the day, and so it was that a certain witch found him just as he was trying to make the most of this brief moment of peace he found. Not that he had actually gotten far enough to reach any of the stands serving food.

 

"YOU must be the great Abbadon," the words stopped him in his tracks and had him turning to face the woman, who after demonstrating that disarming her would be impossible, introduced herself as Gwen Ember-Eye. Of course he suspected that she meant trouble of some sort, though truthfully he thought that of nearly every visitor to the Grey Garden lately. It was his job. That said, most of those who referred to him as "the great" or any of his many titles were typically challengers of some sort. Though he remained impassive, if slightly nonplussed, externally he was already internally gauging their surroundings. How to take her down as quickly as possible while doing the minimal possible damage to the village in the process. The angel had to remind himself that this was the day of the festival, and that he was not standing against Barbatos.

 

"I would tell you that you are mistaken, miss Ember-Eye," he said with the faintest hint of a smile coming to his face, "but I believe my wings give me away. So, what can I do-"

 

"Mr. Abbadon! Mr. Abbadon!" He was cut off by Ater and Arbus shouting after him, and he turned his gaze towards the pair. His expression quickly fell, and with little warning he leaped off the ground and spread his wings to more quickly close the distance between them. He kept them out when he landed, light streaming from the metal.

 

"What is it? What has happened?" His gaze darted briefly away from the pair of young demons and towards the portal, and he quickly saw what they were warning him about. "Ater, gather the rest of the security team and get as many people away from the portal as you can. This could get ugly. Arbus, get to Etihw and Kcalb. They need to know. I will see if I can buy us some time." He did not wait to see if the two followed his orders, instead trusting that they would do as he needed them to. Instead he leaped into the air once more and let his wings carry him rapidly towards the portal. As he landed, forcefully but controlled, in front of these unwelcome guests a sword with a simple crossguard appeared in a black lacquered scabbard on his belt. Apart from this, his appearance was unchanged. "Good morning. I am Abbadon, Lord of the Apollyon Legion, and servant of Etihw. Allow me to welcome you to the Grey Garden, and strongly insist that you leave at once."

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  • 3 weeks later...

When a set of semi-sentient armor gives you a bad feeling of things to come, it's best to not let your guard down. It's one of the few perks it has that go beyond one's physical capabilities. Especially in situations where you can afford to relax; even for a small while.  This was one of those moments.

 

For one reason or another, Kalt felt a sudden shock to his system, a clear sign that whatever it was his armor had warned about prior is coming closer. Something....malicious. It was all that his armor could determine. Everything else was still a mystery. Even Blitz felt it through Torrent. "You felt that, right?"

 

"That I did, dear. Is that what you were talking about?"

 

"It appears that way. Whatever this bad feeling I'm getting, it's getting closer. Before it was just faint enough for me to be on edge. But now..."

 

"It's here, isn't it?"

 

Kalt then noticed how a fair amount of security was heading back towards the portal, as if something was going on there. Even some guards were making sure nobody would walk back to the portal He had already entered the Gray Garden itself already, so there was no need to be forced through the entrance. But it seems Kalt's suspicions were correct. "There is not a doubt in my mind. Who or whatever this is, it has come through the portal, and action is being taken immediately against it."

 

"Then there's nothing to worry about, right?"

 

"I wish I could agree with you, but...I doubt this will be taken care of so easily. Keep an eye on anyone that might turn their attention towards us."

 

"As you wish, dear. Not that I have any choice in the matter."

 

"That you do not."

 

The festival has yet to officially begin, and something seems to already be going wrong. One could only hope that whatever came through the portal returns to whence it came when asked. Kalt proceeded into the innards of the Gray Garden, looking for whatever he can to pass the time until the festival starts.

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