Help?

[Jackson Blackthorne]

Jackson ran. Running may of been an understatement. He was sprinting, full speed as far away as what ever it was behind him. He cast his eyes back, looking over his shoulder. It was still there, at least he thought it was. he couldn't be sure but he definitely sensed it, the cold, gut wrenching fear that boiled up inside him. A demon, what sort, he didn't stop to ask, but it was after him after he had stumbled across it attempting to to break open a door to hell.

Many demons can travel to earth, possessions, demons walking among humans, all accounted for. But, the lower level demons, they cant come forth in their own form easily, they have to take over some one, and doing so loose much of their power. Doors to hell, kept locked for a reason, guarded by magical beings all across the globe. Tonight had been Jackson's turn to guard a doorway to hell, and it just so happened to be the night a high level demon decided he wanted his buddies to come out and play.

Several energy shots and some minor incantations Jackson had managed to get away, and in turn was running toward the nearest available help. The council. Their head quarters were hidden from most, but Jackson knew the way and stumbled through hedgerows and brambles until he landed with a thud on their marble front door way.

[Vlad]

What a night it was. Truly beautiful, though not quite serene nor was it peaceful. A light breeze shook the leaves of a tree across the street and small raindrops chased each other down the glass of the window pane. The absence of the sun's garish light turned what would would have been a brightly colored landscape by day into a plain of grays and blacks. He could not make out the colors in the darkness, but each object was as clearly defined in the night as it was during the daylight hours. One of the perks of vampirism. Standing, he watched the street as if he were a sentry and this his watch, simply enjoying the contrasting beauty of the night.

Footfalls, heavy and urgent and then figure of a man running through the dark. Vlad watched the man draw closer to the council's chambers, positive now that the man knew where it was. The man ran as if hell itself chased him, considering that he ran to the council, perhaps it did.

The scraping and tearing of brambles now. He started down the stairs as a thump resonated through the marble of the front step. He opened the door, ushering the running man into the house before shutting the door behind them. Then, he turned, face not smiling but neither was it hostile. Curious, yes and serious.

"Under more common circumstances this is where I say 'fine night, is it not? And what brings you to our house at such a late hour?' but I think we may forgo such niceties for the moment and I'll ask instead what manner of beast is at your heels?"

[Jackson Blackthorne]

Jackson looked up at the owner of the voice and scrambled to his feet, moving behind the man. He knew who this was, it was Vlad, Dracula, the one and only.

“I’m with The Fifth...” Jackson cough through a dry throat, attempting to catch his breath, “D...D....Demon..” He pointed to the shadows, his breath ragged and uneasy as he fumbled into his pocket for a small run and as soon as she rubbed his thumb over it, a small, green glow began to emanate from it.

“Sorry to bring this to your doorstep, but you were closer, and less populated by civilians...” Jackson had to lead the demon away from any populated areas in case their fight was stumbled upon, the pursuit had given Jackson enough time to mutter an incantation under his breath and now held a heavily charged rune in his hand, pulling on the energies of the forests to boost his own power base.

The demon was hard to see, covered in liquid shadows that spilled onto the walkway like oil dripping. Jackson could see the hollow empty eyes of the demon, the light from the moon lit sky reflecting back off the sockets, the demon crawled almost, reaching seven feet alone on all fours, Jackson hoped it could not stand on two legs.

[Vlad]

A short nod, he had guessed the man was from the Fifth when he’d run to their door as if guided. The council chambers were well concealed within the trees and far enough from town that no one would have happened upon it accidentally. It would of course be a demon, the night that Jonas was out wandering the streets. It seemed the warlock was doing a lot of such things lately. But twas a shame he was not here at present, demons were much more his area of expertise than Vlad’s.

He waved off the man’s apologies. “It is what we are here for, though many of the Fifth seem to have forgotten that.” His voice was sharper than he’d intended it to be, he could save old grievances for another time. Now they had a very large problem to attend to.

A figure moved through the darkness as if it were a wave and the night its ocean, bleeding off into the dark of the path so that its shape blurred as it moved. Hallow eyes stared blindly at him, it was a wonder that eyes such as those could see at all. It was monstrous, and he could tell that though it was far away still, it would tower above him if it came close. Lurching, it made its way on four legs drawing ever closer.

His eyes trailed over the creature again, this time studying rather than looking. He would take the shape of a wolf here. The thing was large, so likely to be slower. He was far more nimble in the likeness of the wolf and the claws and teeth would provide better weapons than his hands. He did not think he had time to fetch his sword before the thing reached them.

A quick glance to the rune in the man’s hand. He was no warlock but he knew enough to ask what it did. It would not do for him to ruin any spells the man was working on. “What is it for? And tell me quickly if there is any other information I require before our friend reaches the steps.”

[Jackson Blackthorne]

Jackson had closed his eyes, though he remained vigilant on the voice of Vlad. All his power was not focussed on the rune as he continued to chant under his breath, stopping only once to answer Vlad’s question.

“As long as i remain focussed and cantered, the Demon will not see me....or you...” As his voice trailed his hand shot out and grasped the wrist of the vampire, pulling and tugging at the vampire’s own energies, mixing them into the mystical metaphysical pot so to speak.
Jackson released Vlad and opened his eyes briefly, his pupils seamed lost in a wash of white until he closed his lids again and kept focussed.

[Vlad]

He listened to the man’s voice, almost hypnotic in its monotone chanting. He nodded at the man’s answer to his question. More inquires stood at the edge of his tongue but the man had said he needed focus, he would stay silent and trust the man to stop him if he should do anything that would interfere with the magic.

He felt the man’s hand grasp his wrist but another force pressed at the barriers around his power. He knew it was the man beside him and so he let the barriers fall but he was not pleased that the man borrowed his energy without giving him warning of any kind. It was a lapse in manners of the highest degree. The man would hear about it, after the demon had been dealt with. With the power and racket they were raising, he was surprised none of the other Council members had woken.

He watched the demon crawl ever closer to where they stood as the man’s hand left his shoulder. He removed his suit jacket and laid gently on the floor behind them. The rest of the clothing he didn’t care much for, but the jacket he would like to avoid harming if it was in his power to do so. If the creature could not see them then perhaps it would leave, but he would prepare for the shift into wolf form none the less.

[Jackson Blackthorne]

With in the daze of the incantation Jackson looked up to Vlad, "Stop him, we can not allow a demon wandering around..innocents are near.."

Jackson felt the souls in homes, the children asleep, the night workers making their way home. He was not going to let or allow a demon to wander loose, not after making it clear attack was its main goal.

A small light began to radiate over his skin as he pulled on the powers around him to keep them cloaked.

"I assume a demon is not too hard work for you...."

[Satan]

“Demon indeed!” Came the harsh tones of not only a demonic apparition but Satan himself. There he appeared from the shadows. “You know you should never pick at something that guards the gates to hell. They don’t like being troubled.” One would hear the unnatural howls of the hell hounds or would that be the three headed hound that one saw on the walls of the Greek and Roman likes? In any case the Hound charged at something that was not visible either one head snarled while another growled tearing something to pieces something that itself cried. But then the snarl came closer almost rushing at Jackson and Vlad.

“Cerberus!” He shouted “Leave the pathetic magic man alone he just wanted to keep you from getting to your target. Pretty target it was.” The Dog through not visible growled. But one could see the lower portion of the robes that was draped around Satan’s hips move because of the actions of the ‘dog’ rubbing against his thigh.

The Robust god tilted his head, those oddly long horns coated in blood someone’s blood but never the less they glistened red and not the natural shine of ebony. “Vladimir, lovely evening is it not?” He grinned showing off his own fangs. Flourishing a low bow he would then upright himself again. “How is Judas?”

[Vlad]

He did not appreciate the insolence of the man’s tone. One so young should not act as though they had nothing more to learn from life, nor should they think to order their elders about like children. His patience was not limitless and this man pushed the bounds of his goodwill at every turn. He drew nearer to the breaking point when the man expressed his doubt at Vlad’s ability to dispatch the demon. “I am more than able to deal with such a threat. I will ask you once to sensor your speech, the years I bare demand a certain respect.”

The night shifted, sinister energy rising to a level the likes of which he had not encountered prior. A voice broke the stillness and a shape formed from the dank shadows of the night. The figure was inmistakeable. The god of chaos stood before them, this he could not deal with. Gods were far beyond even his abilities or knowledge. Control stripped from him, the vampire waited for Satan to speak.

The spine tingling bellow of hell hounds sounded followed short after by a cry of pain from something unseen. A snarl filled the night, this time dangerously close to where he and the human man stood. He instinctively took a step to place himself between the danger and his more fragile companion. Satan spoke, his own voice not unlike the fearful bellow of his hound, and called the beast back to heel. The god’s robes shifted from the pressure of an invisible force that could only be the thing that had charged them only moment before.

“Pleasant enough, I dare say.” He watched the light dance off the deep red liquid coating the god’s horns, undeniably blood and off the fangs that extended menacingly past the length of his other teeth. Curious that he should ask of Judas, had he missed something between the god and his companion? “Judas is no different than he has ever been or I think, ever will be.” One could expect nothing more from one who lived with such pain, even he admired the soul collector’s strength.

[Jackson Blackthorne]

Jackson was about to throw some witty come back to Vlad when he sensed it, he did not know what he sensed, but sensed he did, and it was not good.

"Erm....this isn't good.." He muttered and when he saw it, him, he did not need to ask twice or think who the creature before them was. Satan. He felt the pit of his stomach churn, his mind growing week and he so hoped this was not going to end badly.

He rose up, watching to throw of words between the vampire and the god of chaos and wondered if any one would notice if he slipped quietly away. He did not, he remained still, silent, and hoped nothing would come of this.