Visiting Mom (Open to Demons/Angels)

[Anastasia Everett]

Anastasia had been taken, just suddenly vanished. Before her stood her mother. Ana was bound hands above her head chained to the ceiling, her feet not even touching the floor. The nephilim is gagged, her eyes half open. She mutters the word 'Bitch'though it's cut out by the gag. Ana had begun to show, her pregnancy with Epoch's child... or children was beginning to become obvious. Her mother, her own mother smacks Ana across the face with a whip, Ana turns her head with the slap. "You are a vile creature Anastasia. The man who did this is worse. Sleeping with a nephilim. He shall be purged from the demonic ranks. Give up his name Anastasia." She rips the gag off and Ana simply smirks, "Fuck. Off. Whore." That earns her another smack across the face with the whip.

[Epoch the Obliterator]

The shadows breathed slowly, melding into one another and separating ever so slightly--easily mistakable for a trick of the mind, small eye sockets formed to gaze upon the arguing duo; whenever they were focused upon,however, they would look once more like normal silhouettes. But the second attention was averted elsewhere, some would continue to watch while others quietly slithered away, up the walls behind and opposite direction of Anastasia's mother.

These shadowy beings were none other than messengers. Like any good assistants, the creatures returned to their master some miles away and circled about his feet signaling they had found where she was after several hours of searching. A crooked smile loaded with sharp teeth extended across the ancient pit fiend's maw, and much like the shadows he was just as heartless and cold. Muscled hind legs of what looked to be dragonic in nature attached to his torso, covered in bunches of ebony scales. Thick leathery dragon wings rested against his back, the inside membrane a dusty gold coloration, matching an even brighter cold amber glare that flickered with unholy flames from the pupiless orbs. Chains, old and rusted, clung around his shoulders, parts of the links broken as it seemed with fire--the scent of brimstone still clung to them. With a nine and a half foot tall frame with an equally large temper, he was not a demon to cross...but someone had done just that. Again, and there would be no mercy for the person involved. "Show me", Epoch grunted, waiting for his lackeys to enthusiastically take off once more before following their lead.

[Anastasia Everett]

The girl was beaten and bruised exhausted, her fingers grip at the chains above her head as her mother whips her back again and again. Anastasia doesn't scream, she was better than that, besides... she had faced worse. "You've pissed someone off that you shouldn't have." The whip wraps around and smacks her across her mouth. She could feel the hot blood dripping down her back.

[Epoch the Obliterator]

The demon flanked his group of messengers, eventually arriving at the scene though he stayed hidden for a moment. All of his shadow lackeys vanished leaving just his presence to deal with. Epoch's booming voice broke the silence, "Ba g'aasriaftft I gu'a xuia a thhantha su tlaak, 'ankftatt". It was intended to be an insult as he appeared behind Anastasia's mother and clenched the back of her cranium in a single hand, hoisting her off the floor. "I ghuftft naka an agnanlfta ur xuia ur xuia gu nus gu'a ha' su na ghuftftungftx, ang kuftft xuia ur s'x su 'ian", he snarled.


1) "Be greatfull I give you a chance to speak, rankless"

2) "I will make an example of you if you do not give her to me willingly, and kill you if try to run"

[Anastasia Everett]

Ana's mother vanished from his grasp appearing in front of Ana. "Who are you to demand my daughter? I am Hysteria daughter of Rasputin the first Pit Fiend." She looks at Ana, "You are the father, he who would impregnate a Nephilim."

[Epoch the Obliterator]

"I am Epoch, Obliterator of Realms, son to primordial darkness", he responded with the look of sheer evil playing in his eyes. Truthfully his parents had never been seen after his birth, one stripped of rank and chained, left to be to tortured for all eternity in the pits of Hell--the worst a demon could suffer.

"I may be the father of your half-breed, but that doesn't explain why you insist to defy me". Epoch threw a glance to Anastasia and then back to her mother. The male knew she was only one rank higher than him, but it still didn't stop him from challenging her.

[Anastasia Everett]

The woman looks at him, "Because this is my daughter, I have the rights to her and you do not. She is not your property." She replies, Ana was starting to get sick fast. Her head falls forward. "Besides you care not for her if you would fill her with your seed. Do not try to lie to me and tell me that you care, because if you did her illness would not be as bad as it is!" There was some form of guilt in her words. Like she knew the illness was at least partly her fault.

[Epoch the Obliterator]

"That CHILD", he began harshly,"is mine...and I won't have you taking it from me". Epoch sneered at his own logic. "So for all intents", he let his hate-filled gaze look from the mother to Anastasia,"SHE is MINE". With a sudden vanishing he appeared behind her, snatching a fist full of her hair with a sharp yank back and then shoving the demoness against the wall," Do I make myself clear?". His question brushed against her ear in a fit of hot breath. The overlord could feel how much power the other had and he was ready for a fight. This was just the beginning of him toying with her. Epoch was curious to see how much further until she broke.

[Anastasia Everett]

Ana replied first, "If you guys are going to be fighting for a while can you let me down? It's probably super bad for the babies and besides I would like to get tea with Grandpa Rasputin. Nevermind. I got it." She gets the chains unlocked and lands on her feet. She craved the blood of the other male in the room so she had to hurry.


Hysteria vanishes once more and appears behind Ana holding a blade to her throat. Ana just let's our a sigh. Hysteria glares. "You can have the beast when it is born, but she is mine." Ana growls, "Epoch May Not Be The Dad YOU Dumb Bitch."

[Epoch the Obliterator]

The redhead's protest had gone unacknowledged until the fiend had heard her drop from her restraints. A deep growl echoed through his chest as he once more lost hold on Hysteria; the blade held to Anastasia's porcelain skin only enticed Epoch more. With all his focus on the mother, he took several brazen steps forward. "You think that...will stop me?" His dual tone was grating, rocky and steep like the twisted creature he was. He raised a hand just barely and an extension of his own clawed fingers appeared over the nephilim's stomach, starting to dig in somewhat. "I will leave with her...or leave her dead at your feet. It's your choice". He knew it had been a while since Ana had last fed, and he didn't seem to care much. The idea of having a real fight was making his blood hot.

[Anastasia Everett]

Ana growls she was not some pawn to be used by these two. Then a blinding white light filled the room that had Hysteria releasing Ana. Ana immediately moves away from Epoch, "Enough Hysteria. I cannot watch as you treat our only child so cruely." A man steps forward pure white wings, porcelain flesh, white eyes, everything a warrior angel should be. He looks at Ana and smiles at his beloved daughter, "Tell me my little love, if not this demon than who might the father be?" Ana moves back toward Epoch it seemed she feared this angel more than the demon. "Dominic... Dominic Roderick." The angel tilts his head, "Do you love this Roderick? Will this fiend keep you from him." Ana shivers. "Epoch please may I have some of your blood... I want out of here now. Trust is not an angel that I want to deal with..." Kiomi walks in from a different door, "Trust leave them be." Kiomi was another Nephilim but she had two very different personalities and as such right now came off as pure demon, "Lord Drekavac, follow me please, I will lock Hysteria here so you might fight her upon your return, but I am Kiomi Kiser the Twilight Angel. Half angel half fallen." The fallen were respected among demon kind almost as if royalty. Kiomi though seems very down to earth. "Please. I would like to see your children born safely. Even if you hate the mother." Trust glares at Kiomi as does Hysteria but neither seem to actually be able to speak.

[Epoch the Obliterator]

The rapid glow of white light within the room had Epoch shielding his eyes with one of his own tattered and golden leathery wings. If one looked closely they could see small wisps of smoke rolling off his body where ever the light touched; needless to say when the intensity of it started to taper off and the demon lord was able to finally see again without the threat of his eyes being burnt out of their sockets, he was very displeased. The arrival of Trust immediately had his wrath at a peak. Epoch's blood wasn't just heated, but it was now threatening to boil. It was a given that a demon confronted by an angel or vice versa was innately urged to fight to the death. Every part of the bean sidhe was struggling against this when Kiomi barged in, disrupting their intense stare down.

The news of the child not being his but of his best assassin had rubbed him the wrong way. If it was his former right hand's, it was to stay in the cult and nothing they said could change his mind on the matter. His mind dwelled on this before Anastasia's voice split his thoughts."Epoch please may I have some of your blood... I want out of here now. Trust is not an angel that I want to deal with...".

"You will wait", he grumbled in irritation. "Follow", he ordered and as he turned his back he gained an incorporeal form of shadows that licked like flames along his ten foot tall frame. His spade tail thrashed like some angry cat as he listened to Kiomi, only talking once she had said her part."How do you know my Name?", it was inquired through a dark tone, and clearly the summoner was suspicious. Try as he may he couldn't stop himself from trailing after her--it was physically impossible, for when he did try to tear away every muscle in him tensed against such an action. The smell of sulfur was really coming off of him in his semi-ghostly shape, the part of the chains that were broken around his biceps still faintly glowed as if fire had been used to heat them.

[Anastasia Everett]

Ana looks at him and tilts her head before sighing and following. She wasn't in the mood to argue she hurt too much. It was probably a miracle to Epoch but she didn't fight, say anything disrespectful, or talk back she simply followed. Kiomi looks at him and smiles, "I know the names of all powerful Demons. In case I ever wish to work for one." She says with a smile. Kiomi Kisori* was a well known nephilim one of the one creatures made by both Yoya and Reaper. Though she worshipped neither. "I work for Nesirae Shadowheart. All three aspects. More simply I am known as the Twilight Angel because of that association. I am here to simply assist Ms. Everett through this Pregnancy. Our Lord is excited to see the children that have been produced." She knew who the father was but would not tell unless asked directly. "Though I do have to ask... why Anastasia? If you wished for a child I would have been more than happy to bear a child with a demon as powerful as yourself."

[Epoch the Obliterator]

The ancient demon was relieved that Anastasia hadn't fought back, though on the same token she was probably delighted that he didn't bullrush her father. Epoch may have been a meatshield, but he was no fool. It wasn't considered cowardice to save a fight for later--not that many demons and angels formed lasting truces, but still.

It was with honor that he walked alongside Kiomi. Though her name was popular here, the bean sidhe hadn't known her. His waking years here had been few though his onslaught and debauchery on humans had been endless, not to mention the other realms and life he had destroyed entirely for fun. "I did not pick her as my mate", he replied venomously anger clear in his tone. "It was not planned". A long pause filled the air as his wrath seemed to be bubbling again. Once out of line of sight from both of the nephilim's parents, Epoch resumed his solid form, every muscle clenched like Kiomi had settled on a sensitive subject. "It is...a misfortune...that I met you so late. Perhaps your want can be rearranged...at some other time".

[Anastasia Everett]

Ana glares at Epoch and then sighs shaking her head. They got to a room and Kiomi pulls out a chair for Ana. "Epoch, these children that grow inside this woman do in fact belong to Anastasia and Dominic, but your blood and... the like has influenced the children. They are as much yours as they are theirs. Also let it known that they are already favored of the mother of demons Reaper. I'd not be surprised if they had also already caught the interest of Shadow, daughter of the silent one, and Varius king of death." Kiomi sits down. "Thus, you personally have caught my interest."