- { Victorian Era of Demon Hunters } - {Literate}

[Vampire~Knight]

With the parasites now dead, Asher let his shoulders relax and the fire in his eyes dimmed and finally died. Gazing at the damage they had done, Asher went over to the flames and stomped them out. Besides the ashes, there really wasn't anything left. Still, he didn't want to be around when someone managed to discover all this.
"We'd best be off, Alex. The Brightmoore house is only a little further, and I believe we all need a rest." Beside Alex, he drew Alex's sword away. "Allow me to carry it until we arrive."
Turning to Brier, he asked, "Are you alright, milady? Can you head with us to the Brightmoore estate or would you like me to escort you home after I delivered Alex?"

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.....Alexander's face turned into one of mock shock, "Asher, I can't believe it, you called me Alex as if it were normal." A childish grin lit his face and as it disappeared again, he nodded at Asher's offer of carrying the sword. "If you wish Asher." As Asher spoke to Brier, Alex surveyed the damage. The demon ash stunk, after hunting demons, Alex always wished it would rain. He wished it would rain so it could wash away the blood, the stench, and also he liked the rain, it was calming.

He yawned tiredly once the word home popped up in conversation. Like a vampire Alex tended to sleep during the day and was awake at night, this was because of his powers. He hoped Brier wouldn't take too long deciding, since it was already mid-morning and Alex got weaker as the shadows diminished under the sun.

[Airmid]

-O n l y t h e i n s a n e e q u a t e p a i n w i t h s u c c e s s-

The formally dressed being stopped suddenly with a low hiss, not two steps outside of the church at the sight he was seeing. Not one, not two, but three demon hunters were still in the vicinity, hushing away their weapons too it seemed. Narrowing his inky gaze, the demon took a half a step backwards, however stopped himself once more. If these hunters spotted him abruptly turning away from this place, surely they would be suspicious...? Unless they were idiots, and Cain had come across some foolish demon hunters in his time. But, he could feel that these three seemed smarter. They'd destroyed some parasites with ease, and didn't even seem particularly shaken up about it. Frowning in thought, the being turned away slightly before pulling out an expensive pocket watch from his left lapel before inspecting it as if it were the most interesting thing he'd seen in a while. However, his eyes and ears were fixed on the hunters behind him. A smaller grin now dominated his features, showing his slight concern, yet the 'Cheshire' still continued to grin manically all the same.

What made him freeze was the surname spoken in hushed tones. 'Brightmoore'. Where had he heard that before? The more experienced demons had informed him of the potential threats in this dimension. As it were; Brightmoore were a family. A rich one at that. Buddies with the human's 'royals' it seemed too. "Tch..." Cain snorted silently. Humans didn't know the meaning of the word 'Royal'. But now the more the Arch-demon though about it, the more information he grasped from the mouths of his elders. Five main groups of families that he needed to be wary of, each with a different type of gift. The demon couldn't remember for the life of him, which family possessed which power. However, Cain let out a subconscious high peel of laughter at his own joke. Life, him..get it?! Well- he found it funny anyway. Coughing to remain composed, the young Arch-demon squared his shoulders before slowly strolling in the opposite direction of the hunters. From the few shadows that happened to be around, he materialised a cane in his right hand which he swung happily. On his left a flower pot cast a particularly nice looking shadow which began to crawl towards it's master, before leaping into reality and forming a smoky Top Hat to complete his look. All that could be heard was the happy whistle coming from his pursed lips. Cain had always been a cocky so-and-so...the tune he was whistling? A demonic chant passed down from perhaps Satan himself. They wouldn't recognise it anyway.

[I♥Chezzie]

Lᴀᴅʏ Cᴀssᴀɴᴅʀᴀ Eᴠᴇɴᴛɪᴅᴇ
"Some say the world will end in fire, and others say in ice, for me that would be to say, I favour those who hold with fire."

Tagged:; None.

◘◘Gathering her wits, and her skirts, Lady Cassandra stood and moved off in one fluid motion. She stopped by her bookshelf, which branched across one wall, and pulled out a small black book, with no words embossed upon the cover. As the book tilted diagonally forwards, mechanisms clunked and that section of the shelf swung forwards and out, revealing a large cupboard set into the wall, reaching far back into the stone. Smiling slightly, Lady Cassandra pulled out her demon hunting gear, and strapped the weapons at several locations about her person.

She walked determinedly down to the stable, her ankle length skirts rustling with each motion. They were craftily designed, with an invisible slit up to her thigh on each side which made them far easier to run in. She motioned to her groom for him to saddle her horse, and pulled on gloves, and a hat upon her head for show. It was a necessary image to uphold, one of her family's wealth and power. She grabbed a short riding crop, designed specially for her, and mounted using a block and the aid of her valet. Her crop was specially designed, as it had a hidden blade that she could use in necessary times.

She settled in the saddle, riding side-seat, and tapped her crop lightly against her horse's flank. The light grey mare sprang forwards out of the imposing gates and onto the busy London streets. She scanned the people from behind the hat, where the brim cut low to hide her eyes and the upper half of her beautiful face. Her eyes flickered with the occasional flame as she saw the ruffians lurking in the shadows of the alleys she passed. She didn't go unnoticed, nay, the Eventide's were well-known, and her presence caused a stir as she travelled down London's streets.

Lᴏʀᴅ Aɴᴅʀᴇᴡ Eᴠᴇɴᴛɪᴅᴇ
"The sound of waves, crashing on the shore, seems to whisper my name, draws me into their lure..."

Tagged:; Victoria

◘◘Andrew obliged, uncovering his eyes. He blinked for a moment, letting the pupils adjust to the sudden onslaught of light, then turned his large frame to face Victoria on the bed. He smiled at her, then stood and held out his hand to help her up. A sudden idea was starting to take root in his mind, and he so desperately wanted to try it out. He bowed lightly over it, wishing to be "polite" as that was considered proper and correct in his usual social circles.

He thought Victoria was such a breath of fresh air, with her scruffy clothing and coarse language. And who wouldn't admire the way she stood up to his little sister? He let his smile grow into a delighted grin, looking like a child on Christmas. He stood upright, his head only just not bashing painfully against the rafters in the ceiling of the room.

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.....If Victoria perhaps knew about Cassandra heading out to hunt demons, she would have insisted that she be allowed to go with the girl, or at least follow behind her... And if Cassandra didn't agree to that, Victoria would have followed by roof-top and made sure that Cassandra never found out that she was following her. But she didn't know, because she was fantasizing.

As she took Andrew's hand and let him help her up, she imagined for the briefest of moments, that she was a lady in a ballroom being asked to dance. She let the fantasy go as quickly as it had come, it was proposturous an idea, and she knew for a fact ladies were expected to wear frills and lace and skirts. Three things Victoria despised because they got in the way of her fighting and they restricted her movement.

When Andrew began to grin, she couldn't stop the smile making it's way onto her face, perhaps Andrew's happinest was infectious? Whatever it was, Victoria was glad of the distraction. Worrying too much about her charges did make her feel much older than she was and was rather tiresome to think about their well being all the time. Perhaps once in a while she'd enjoy to have fun and enjoy herself. This trail of thought bought her back to the dance fantasy, and she quickly dismissed it again, she had two left feet and no desire to 'hop and skip around a room like a jolly fool'. That's what she always retaliated when it came to dancing; 'They look like fools'.

[Airmid]

((Haha cx Awesome, I was reading it and you used my post *0* I feel special))

-O n l y t h e i n s a n e e q u a t e p a i n w i t h s u c c e s s-

Name: Cain II Location: Streets of London II Mood: Disturbed

"Ring-a-ring-a roses...A pocket full of poses" The much to happy soul quietly sung the tune, an octave higher than usual under his breath. From behind him, the demon was still sensing every movements of the hunters that had killed his brethren, yet he was not worried. The sun had already turned a bloody red indicating that it was setting, and thus creating even more shadows for him to work with. But he would not attack. Not tonight anyway. The Arch-Demon needed to gather more allies if he wanted to have any success with removing every last member of each family from this realm once and for all. Cracking his knuckles, his inky eyes swivled painfully in their sockets around 180 degrees to stare through his skull and at the potential threats hungrily...Although it didn't look like anything had changed. The searing pain from the action caused his tear ducts to begin squeezing out a cooling agent to calm down his inflamed nerves. Instead of it doing anything, the demon was left with two streaks of black running down his face, before dripping to the ground with a light puff of smoke and a little sizzle. It hurt yes, but Cain was used to hurt. Pain was is friend, just like fear was his mentor. The insane demon relished the feeling.

However it didn't seem like the locals felt the same. An elderly man, mouth gaping rushed over to the strolling man, shaking hands offering Cain a handkerchief. The temporarily blinded demon sensed the soul and stopped his movements, head bent so as to not show his face. "S-Sir..." The gentleman gasped out, shaking the piece of cloth a little to get the demons attention. In a flash Cain's eyes struggled back into place, and a manic grin plastered his features, before he grabbed the man's arm with a satisfying crunch. Said man cried out, face contorted in pain as Cain continued to add the pressure on the bone until...it snapped. Still- Cain wasn't done there. That previous soul was good and all, but he could always use another. Still holding the man up by his hanging limb, the Arch-Demon brought a second hand over the shop-keepers face before drawing his still pulsating spirit out. Chuckling darkly, Cain inhaled deeply as he felt his strength returning to him, years adding to his own. Now finished, Cain dropped the limp body to the ground before continuing on his way, whistling his previous tune. However the thunder of hooves caused him to stop where he was. There was a T-junction on the street he was in, and the Arch-Demon could hear the sound coming from one end. Raising an eyebrow in confusion, the demon bent forwards into the T-junction to see what it was. The sight did surprise him...a lot.

A woman running as fast as her horse could carry her up the streets of London. Whoever she was, she seemed well-known. Everyone's heads turned as she flew past them.

"Interesting..." He hissed out, before clutching his stomach as high pitched squeals of laughter shook his body.

((EDIT: Gotta have food now ;n; I'll reply as quickly as possible when I'm done!))

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((Yush! XD I hope you don't mind that I used your post, I was planning on just pasting extracts from people's writings into the guide to make it sound more like it had been handwritten by many hunters as a personal account or something like that...
More are up right now, I started to add them within families and make them link in a bit :O ))

[I♥Chezzie]

Lᴀᴅʏ Cᴀssᴀɴᴅʀᴀ Eᴠᴇɴᴛɪᴅᴇ
"Some say the world will end in fire, and others say in ice, for me that would be to say, I favour those who hold with fire."

Tagged:; Cain

◘◘High pitched laughter assaulted Cassandra's ears, and she spun her horse round in mid-stride to confront the man who found her so funny. She took a few deep breaths and released some anger by charging her horse the last few steps, and almost ramming the man. She glared down at him where he was stood pressed up against her horse's heaving chest, and she let a sadistic smile curve her lips for a moment.

"Does something amuse you, sir?" she asked, a crackling hint of fire creeping into the detached, icy smoothness of her tone. She would not get angry, not today, not now. Her anger had already caused enough trouble... she shook her head slightly to clear it, and waited patiently for a reply. Whoever the man was, his face was hidden as he creased over with that spine-chilling laughter. It echoed in her ears and made her feel decidedly cold. Most unpleasant. And the man stank of blood, death and evil. If evil had a smell.

She glanced around at a small huddle of staring, gossiping peasants, and flicked her riding crop in their direction. It appeared her reputable temper preceded her; they scurried off about their meaningless, oblivious little lives. She despised the fact they could not see what was so obvious.

She turned back to the demon and raised one eyebrow, fixing a flaming stare on his face. Surely he would see the darkening of her green eyes, the flames that licked up... she stopped the anger from taking over, suppressing the waves of it that fought against her from the inside.

{{I only have time to reply this one for now so I'll add Andrew at a later time.}}

[Airmid]

((:O Das a really cool idea!))

-O n l y t h e i n s a n e e q u a t e p a i n w i t h s u c c e s s-

Name: Cain II Location: Streets of London II Mood: Disturbed

The wheezing laughter stopped abruptly when the demon felt the warm fuzz of a horse press against his face. Well- That was, odd to say the least. Swallowing thickly to hold back another gut aching, spine tingling bout of laughter Cain took a few steps backward before craning his shining gaze up to the woman riding the equine. "N-No nothing ma'am" He began, lips tight as he fought with all his might to hold back more laughter. There was something about this realm that was always hilariously funny. Even Cain didn't know what. Perhaps he would call upon some of his Arch-demon friends to experience the feeling. He was sure they'd love it. Or hate it. Cain wasn't sure if he liked or disliked feeling happy. Yet people always seemed to mistake him for just an incredibly happy individual as his lips were always drawn back into some form of smile. But that was the same in every dimension. As the woman glanced at the underlings who seemed much too interested in what was happening for their own good, so did Cain. He sent them all a wide smile followed by a smooth wink, however instead of causing them to swoon like any upper-glass gentlemen would have; they all shrank away in fear, recognising that this was a dangerous place to be right now. For a moment, the Arch-demon considered sending a few shadows to swallow them and send them to his world just for a little fun, but decided against it in the end. The more souls here, the more souls for him to consume and the less his 'brothers' would get in the near future.

Cracking his knuckles, the pale man turned his attention back to the woman in front of him, before sweeping his hat from atop his head and bending into a very, very low bow. A bow low enough, it would've cracked the pelvis of any human, and to the point his hair was brushing the ground. The pitch black top-hat, now stuck out behind him, suddenly vanished leaving a few wisps of black smoke, before launching itself to the ground and scuttling over to the previously shadow-less plant pot. Abruptly, Cain stood up, relishing the sound of bones and ligaments slipping and cracking back into place as he did so. Squaring his shoulders, Cain let the walking stick he'd previously been swinging disappear just like the hat did into black wisps of smoke. Behind him those wisps turned into shadows once more which parted, before scattering to their respective shadow-less host. "Surely an angel has not come to spare some pity on an old thing like me?" He asked mockingly, directing what would've been a compliment to this woman. Before she could answer, the demon's body turned into a swarm of black smoke, his body gone. Not seconds later, Cain reappeared next to her, inspecting what looked to be her very expensive horse with a newly acquired monocle. Where he'd gotten the monocle, nobody knows. Perhaps an old heirloom, perhaps he'd just killed another man before taking the eyepiece. The latter was probably true.

"How amusing..." He snickered, rubbing his chin thoughtfully "An angel taking pity on one such as me" He continued, turning his attention back to the woman situated atop her equine. "Tell me Angel" Cain began again, this time disappearing before reappearing with surrounded by his black smoke once more, his usual grin replaced with a subtle frown.

"What family are you...?"

[I♥Chezzie]

Lᴀᴅʏ Cᴀssᴀɴᴅʀᴀ Eᴠᴇɴᴛɪᴅᴇ
"Some say the world will end in fire, and others say in ice, for me that would be to say, I favour those who hold with fire."

Tagged:; Cain

◘◘Cassandra now made no attempt to hide the fire in her eyes, letting it burn and scorch and flame away in full view of his gaze. She tilted her hat back to make her eyes fully visible to the demon, and also saved the brim of her hat from going up in smoke. She studied the demon intently, trying to figure out what sort it was.

"Eventide. Lady Cassandra Eventide. And you are?" she enquired, tilting her head to the right slightly. Her grip tightened upon her riding crop, the blade now protruding from the leather tip. His eyes...they were black. And looked like...glass? She frowned slightly, a delicate crease in between her brows as she let everything fall into place. Then the frown was replaced by a smile, a sweet, angelic smile. It spoke of honour and faith and fair maidens and summer sunshine. All things this demon would undoubtedly detest. For that was what this "man" was. A cold, dark, dirty demon, that crawled out from the pits of it's world to feed on the souls in hers. A low growl of outrage threatened to escape her innocent charade, so she stifled it with a giggle. Her face was reflected in those eyes, making her chuckle sweetly.