Foster sat on the grass outside absentmindedly patting Fie, lost in thought. His mind help circling back to the image of Vy crying and screaming and to the men who assaulted him. Twirling a lock of violet hair with his free hand, he tried hard to think of how he could help, feeling useless when nothing solid came up. Everyone here seemed to have a role in helping, but him.

"Has she done anything like this since she's been back," Lucifer asked Dracul quietly.

"How would I know? Her little bird and her toy bat have been here longer than I have," Dracul replied with a glare at the door. "I don't know what she's been up to. Before last night I thought she had been asleep or long since dead."

"I can not allow her to die," Lucifer remarked with a frown before looking at Foster. "Do you have any idea who she may have been around that could give us some sort of insight?"

Foster jerked out of his revery when Lucifer looked his way. "Um...um... I do know that she killed the men who tried to take me away? Ah...Before that! When I first saw her she'd come out of some shady apartment really really hurt. I had to set her wings. The men who attacked me had been asking about her." Was this information helpful? He hoped. "She's definitely being hunted by those government guys..."

"I should go talk to her. We need to get to the bottom of this as quickly as possible before it happens again," Lucifer announced and made his way to her room. He hesitated a moment, hoping he didn't catch a sight like he had witnessed the night before. He opened the door slowly and peeked his head in. A sigh of relief escaped his lips when he found her sleeping, although it didn't appear the most restful. Raegar's hand was still tangled in her hair, rubbing her head as gently as he could while looking down at her. His expression was void of his usual irritation, and instead he had allowed open concern to show. "I'm sorry to disturb your moment," Lucifer whispered softly and entered the room. "I also know I'm probably the last person you want to talk to, but...have you witnessed her do anything like that before?"

Raegar jolted at the voice, stiffening and expression darkening. He glared behind him before his expression softened minutely. "Her crying out like that?" He replied, volume matching Lucifer's, "I think she tries to hide it, I've never seen her react this drastically, before...I guess it makes sense that she would if that was the reason why."

"Has she...have any of you found out what exactly they're doing to them or why? Humans usually do this sort of thing for...power or to weaponize something they don't understand."

Vyriel stirred in Raegar's arms, and her fist closed tightly on his shirt as if she was trying to keep him beside her. Her face furrowed in distress, wrinkling the softness of her sleeping features.

Raegar turned back towards Vyriel when she stirred, silent and worried, resuming running his hands through her hair. He waited until she calmed down a bit before replying. "She disappeared for about a month out of the blue. She came back with jacked up wings a few days ago. She had let them capture her so she could see what was happening to her creations. From what little she told me? They tortured her."

"They...just want them erased. They don't care about trying to use them. They just want to live in a world where humans are the only ones capable of...well...anything," Vyriel muttered against Raegar's chest. She let out a soft sigh before continuing, "They claim to want to know that there is more out there than themselves, but when they find it they destroy it." Her warm, sad eyes met Raegar's, "Thank you," she whispered so quietly he almost didn't catch it.

Raegar watched her as she spoke, silent, feeling a mix of anger and fear for her. After several moments, he looked over his shoulder and said, "Does that tell you what you need?"

"Have you felt that before, at all Vy?"

Vyriel gave Lucifer a guilty look, "That's what woke me up. But it also happened before I want searching for them. It's actually...why I disappeared. I assumed I could handle it on my own. I didn't expect them to be starting a war."

Lucifer shook his head at his younger sister, "Just...when you're ready we'll be out here." Lucifer turned and left the room.

Vyriel sat up and looked at Raegar searching his face for something, "Are you angry with me again," she inquired softly.

For the first time since meeting him she allowed herself to stare at him, caught in a wave of overflowing emotions. Mostly her confusion, especially where his eyes were concerned. The red orbs seemed to pull her in as much as they pushed her away, like being caught in the middle of an ocean. She wanted to knot her fingers into his hair, just to feel the strands tangle around her as if begging her to stay just a moment longer. However the hard set of his jaw reminded her that if she did so she was likely to get bit, and not in the pleasant way that sent shivers down her spine either.

She had done or said something wrong to him and now that she was feeling a tad better she assumed she would hear about whatever it was she had done wrong. It wasn't like she tried to irritate him...he was just always angry. Now that she took the time to think about it though that could be her doing as well. Dracul thought of it as a curse, so maybe he did as well? Should she take her gift back from him? But where would she be without him? He was the one that discovered her when she fell back to earth after her sleep. It was him who clothed her and helped her through the first few nights as she figured out why she had been woken from her slumber.

Raegar's frown deepened at her words, brows furrowing in confusion as he tried to figure out what led her to that assumption. "No. You haven't made me mad." After a few moments of her staring, red eyes looked away, focusing on the bed frame instead the intensity of the stare. What was she thinking? Why was she staring so hard? "Just...keep resting."

She swallowed hard, not resting beside him. Instead she was rigid as she lost herself in her thoughts, "Do you...do you regret your gift? I can...I can take it back if you'd like. I know Dracul dislikes it after all these years, but...well I'm rather fond of torturing him. Though if he helps me through this I would consider taking it back from him." Vyriel found herself ranting to keep from receiving his answer.

"What do you mean 'do I regret my gift?" He intergected, not caring to wait for her rambling to be over. "I don't, honestly. Why does it matter either way?"

"I don't want you to be miserable," she replied, a sudden harshness in her tone. She stopped and held her face in her hands. "What are we doing? I don't...what is this," she questioned and gestured between the two of them. "I have not felt this before so I need to know what I feel for you...what is it." There was a hard frustration in her voice. It was the same tone she used when he interrupted her when she was deep in thought.

"From what little information you've given me, how am I even supposed to guess about what you might be feeling?...I thought what this," He gestured between them, "Us, I mean, was a relationship. A... confusing one but a relationship."

Her face became blank before an expression of puzzled innocence took over. "Love," she whispered softly as if the word was foreign to her lips. It rolled off her tongue before her eyes widened and she pressed a hand over her mouth. Vyriel dropped her hand and gave him a dirty look, "Am I allowed to say that I love you?"

For her to say such a thing then to give him a look like that, sent confusing messages. "Um....You don't need my permission? Um...." He was taken off guard, terribly off guard by her admission. Love? Did she really mean that or was it the only word se could find? His expression was unreadable, mostly due to his own inner confusion.

She nodded her head seriously, "Yes. I love you." She slipped back down to curl up against him again. "Sometimes you make me angry, but I never want you to leave," she admitted. "Though...I don't know what I'm allowed to do and what you don't want me to do. For instance...if I kissed you in front of my brother I don't know if you'd kiss me back or get angry that I did it in front of someone."

Raea couldn't meet her eyes for a moment, flustered even. "Oh, There aren't really any set rules you have to follow in relationships. Just...I don't know, talk about this sort of stuff? I don't care if you kiss me in front of Lucifer, but I think he would care."

Vyriel wrinkled her nose and crossed her arms, "I don't care if he cares. He has no say in our...relationship." She stood up abruptly from the bed and gripped a golden dress from the closet. Upon closer inspection he could see that it was actually a suit of armor she was pulling on. Vyriel pulled on two sleeves to protect her arms. The clothing appeared to be made of intricate metal feathers. Finally she fit a golden half mask, similar to something he had once seen out of a Broadway musical.

She grabbed her scythe and the broad sword from where they hung and handed the scythe to Raegar. "Take this to my brother immediately. I can feel them coming," she ordered, before marching out of the room.

The angel walked out only to feel sick to her stomach, bodies of her creations littered her yard and nearly thirty men stood behind them. Some of the bodies were bloated and decaying already, while two still appeared rather fresh. She unleashed a scream that shook the ground and the trees in her furry. Her black wings snapped out like an angry shadow.

Most of the group rushed Vyriel, and though she caught some in the side of the head with her sword she couldn't fight all of them at once. They pinned her to the ground and stood on her hands to keep her from snapping anyone's neck. Vyriel squirmed frantically when she felt one of the men step onto her back and rip her wing up. He pulled her wing back roughly and began hacking at it with her own sword. She cried out in pain and tried to buck him off, anything to make him stop the assault, but it was no use. More men reached out to hold her still and one even stuffed the arm of a dead werewolf into her mouth to keep her quiet.

Raegar wasted no time getting to Lucifer, tossing the scythe his direction shouting that something was coming and Vy was in danger. He had hardly entered the room before running out again, furious that she hadn't waited for them and worried for her safety.

Hearing the shouted words and running steps, Foster stood shocked and terrified. Somehow, he'd thought the angel's home would have been safe. A terribly wrong decision to make, apparently. Looking out the nearest window, he couldn't see much, unless he angled himself more to the left...

Bodies? Dead bodies? He jolted back from the window, sick to his stomach. Horribly mutilated bodies. Death wasn't an uncommon thing for him to see, but defiled as horribly as these poor souls? Never had he seen this before.

The others were long gone, either able teleport or with two fully functional legs, unlike him. Ignoring fies distressed and warning chirping, he hurried to the closest door and opened it.

Lucifer and Dracul fought through the men that hadn't pinned Vyriel down, aiming to get any sort of backup out of the way. Upon seeing Vyriel's broken and bloodied body Lucifer's face became a dark shadow of itself. The inky black sky grew even darker and wrapped around the men hacking at his sister. When the blackness faded the men had disappeared, devoured by the darkness. Vyriel lay sobbing on the ground, her fingers digging roughly into the dirt below her. Her left wing was barely connected at this point.

Raegar had been attacking everything in his way, even ripping the throat of one of them, when the men disapared. Seeing the state Vy was in, he rushed to her, falling to his knees and reaching for her. What had those bastards done to her? What was the point of this? Red eyes shot up towards Lucifer, "Isn't there anything that can stop her pain?!"

Foster stood frozen at the door, violet eyes wide and horrified having seen the assault on Vy. Men...had always been cruel. He'd seen what they could do. This, however, was worse than even he'd thought. This was savage and those men had taken joy from it. It brought up memories that choked him and feelings he'd long since suppressed.

Vy hadn't done anything but try and help her creations. Her creations hadn't done anything but live, yet a war like this was raging, a rather one sided war. Was it simply because humans were afraid of them? Foster shook his head and limped over to the others, catching sight of Vy's magled wing and flinching.

"Do not help me Lucifer," Vyriel growled through her tears. "I want to remember this for eternity." She let out a strangled cry before laying in the dirt. "Just leave me here," she whispered.

"We arn't leaving you hear, okay? We'll get that wing fixed up and...and." Get your revenge is what Reagar wanted to say.

Foster sat down next to Vyriel on the ground, pale violet eyes sorrowful as he took in the corpses around them. "...I think yah should heal properly so that we all can stop this sooner." He said the word 'we' with emphasis. He couldn't do nothing when this was going on. Fie had already started a mourning song and was singing softly, keeping close to Foster.

"I want humans to view what monsters they are. They're the monsters, not us," she cried, unable to hide her agony from the group. She drug herself to the two fresh bodies and pulled them close, openly weeping for them. "My babies..." Her voice broke as she looked at their soft faces.

Foster watched her drag herself, feeling a deep sadness settle inside. How could he, or anyone, help her with this tragity? After a moment, he simply hugged her, unable to think of anything else. He hugged her gently, as to not even brush against the wing or her wounds. He hugged her and started to cry.

"I'm sorry little bird. I'm so sorry i've been failing you all for so long. No more," she promised, her tone hard and angry. "If they wish to feel the wrath of a god once more then that's exactly what they'll get."

Lucifer looked down on his sister, understanding the danger of her situation. This was the last step to becoming a true God and it was one Yahweh had not survived.

Foster kept on hugging Vy, sniffing and feeling afraid for her and for everything that would likely happen. He didn't want bloodshed and it seemed no matter what choice was made, there would be more bloodshed than he dared think about. Dread and sorrow mixed in his gut, making it hard to breath.

"Vyriel think about what you're trying to do," Lucifer tried to reason.

Vy clawed her way to her feet, "Look at what they've done to me," she shouted back at him. "I've done enough waiting and thinking. This is war!"

"Then let's all talk and plan."Raegar urged. "So that we can do this smartly." And so that she wouldn't run and get herself even more hurt. The least they could do was be right next to her to help, to keep her from going off.

Foster wiped his eyes and held his bird close. He couldn't see this going well. If the knot in his stomach told him anything, it was that they were going to see a lot more blood shed and soon. If only those humans hadn't come, hadn't assaulted her out of whatever 'misguided fear'. Normally pale eyes darkened, downcast. 

"Taking the final steps and announcing myself as a god is no longer up for debate," she snapped back in anger. Her brown eyes began to shine in the darkness, as did her skin. The light was so bright and hot that it was blinding. When she began to fade her wounds were healed, though she allowed the scars to remain. "You can leave if you want to. You can decide to take this journey with me or stay out of my way, but this..." She couldn't finish what she was going to say. This was too much. This was cruel. It was painful and the only thing she could think of was making them pay. The men who had done this had gotten off far too easy.

Blinking, blinded for several moments by the light, Raegar frowned. She was set on this and, honestly, he understood,for once at least. He understood her lust for revange. The vamire simply wished he could convince her to do a way safer than the one she planned. "...I'm with you."

Foster opened his eyes after he knew her glowing was finished, He stared up at her, still sitting. Eyes a darker, duller violet and a deep frown set on his tear streaked face, he spoke softly. "If you announce this too soon... They'll only triple their effort. If you announce it after getting revenge.... They'll reject you and only get worse.."

"If they're going to try killing me no matter what I do then i'll die fighting. Tell me, does this feel right to you? Any of this? Are you okay with the things they've done?" Her tone was cruel and accusing. His words only made her feel as if he sided with the humans.

"Calm down for a moment," Lucifer replied softly.

"DO NOT TELL ME TO CALM DOWN," she roared. Her angry shouts pierced the night air.

Foster jumped back at her tone and volume and Raegar took a step back, stunned. Foster ducked his head and held Fie close, feeling ashamed and terrified. He shouldn't have said anything. He'd only make it worse. Shaking slightly, he started to relize how strange he was feeling. Nauseous, depressed, and...constrained.

Lucifer reached his hand out to comfort his sister only to be slapped away. "Don't touch me," she hissed. "If you all want to save the humans so much then I suggest you stay far away from me."

"It's not the humans we're worried about. It's you. Do you not remember when Yahweh tried to take the final step into godhood?"

"I lived through it firsthand while you were tucked away safe from his rage," she snapped.

"His rage when he tried was the reason it want so bad. Do not make his mistakes," Lucifer pleaded.

Raegar kept his eyes on Vyriel, starting to get pissed off but trying to hold it down. It wouldn't help the situation. "I don't want you to die at all. We can make the humans pay without you dying or getting seriously hurt."

Foster felt sick, very very sick and he felt the need to get away from anyone and everyone. Violet eyes now a dull dark purple, he forced himself up and hurried away, leaning on merlin's staff heavily. Knees shaking and thoughts racing, he was filled with fear, sorrow, and depression.

Vyriel marched over to Raegar as if ready to strike him, "They did a pretty damned good job at seriously hurting me tonight. Do you want to tell me how you plan to hold off a mob from me when I couldn't do it myself? The last thing that I need to transition to godhood is a sacrifice from myself and you can believe i'll gladly sacrifice what I have to in order to kill these pests. At this point i'd be happy if they died out completely."

There seemed to be no convincing her. Raegar's heart sank. Why did she have to be so damn stubborn? Why didn't she get that they all simply wanted her to be safe and alright? That no one was for the humans, but rather or her safety? "You are so damn stubborn....But if you think I'm letting you do any of this alone..." Whether she listened or not, he was going to keep trying and keep being by her side.

Foster made it inside, Fie chittering on his shoulder, concerned. The little pink bird snuggled into his shoulder trying to comfort him. "F-Fie. Please go comfort Vyriel. I just...need to use the restroom for a bit." He sent the hesitant bird back to Vy and ambled towards the restroom, where he locked the door and sank to the ground, hands covering his face.

Vyriel didn't notice that Foster was missing until Fie began fluttering in front of her face, making her back away from Raegar. Her brow furrowed as she looked around for her own little bird. "Did he leave? Where did he go," she questioned the little animal. Fie would have gone wherever Foster did, so why were they separate.

Fie chirped franticaly, worried for his compainion. Foster rarely told Fie to leave and it was never for good reason. He chirped loudly, telling her that Foster was feeling sick and sent him away. The little bird didn't like anything that wa going on.

Foster shook violently on the bathroom floor, face still covered by his hands. He felt...wrong. He felt...sad. His emotions were bubbling up and over, mind circling around the corpses, Vy's mangled wing, and her screaming out. So cruel. So cruel! Tears fell once more, followed by his sniffling. He took no notice to how his body was changing, arms almost seeming to melt, darkening and turning claw-like.

"Take me to him," Vyriel demanded, a feeling of sick dread filling her. "You and I can continue this later," she told Raegar. Always fighting. Why were they always fighting? Wasn't love supposed to ease the anger away?

Fie tweeted twice before leading her back into the house and to the bathroom, circling in front of it, growing more panicked. He tried to chirp comfort through the door to his companion, confused and alarmed by something. Hearing no reply, he flew around Vyriel, urging her to hurry.

Inside the bathroom, Foster's eyes had turned a near black, arms deformed and clawed, fading into a dark burnt brown and appearing perpetually melting, not entirely solid. Now, he took notice, struck silent in horror. What was happening to him? It felt like he was bound to fall apart any moment.

"Foster, let me in. If you don't I'm knocking the bloody door down," Vy commanded. Something was off about the presence behind the door. It was a mix of sinister confusion. She hadn't felt anything like this since she created the first creature of the night. Maybe it was her own fault that she had this feeling. A sick sort of irony that it reflected the same night she created so many nightmarish creatures.

Hearing her voice jolted him back to awareness. Finally tearing his eyes away from his disfigured arms, he called out to her in a forcible not shaky voice, "I-I'm fine! Don't come in! I just...I just feel a little sick." His wide eyed gaze turned back to his arms, watching as they seemed to struggle to keep any form at all, let alone this clawed one. Dark eyes filled with tears once more, what was he? Was this being fae?

Vyriel forced the door open and quickly closed it behind her a look of concern and confusion marring her features. "I need you to tell me what you're feeling right now little bird," she whispered. She pulled him into a hug, much like a mother's embrace. It was a warm one, full of love and affection, so different from the angry woman she had been outside.

He made a sound of shock at the hug, before his tears fell thicker and a sob slipped out. "S-sick....Sad....sc-scared...angry....Like 'm falling....falling apart..." He kept staring at his arms, "Th-there's gonna be so much bloodshed...."

"I won't let them hurt anyone anymore," she whispered as she smoothed his hair. "I'll do everything in my power to keep from harming anyone outside the men hurting us." She sighed heavily, "My poor poor child. I wish I could see your ancestry so I could give you more answers."

Foster only sobbed harder, terrified of falling apart and of what was to come. "C-can this be...be fixed?" Tearful near black eyes looked up at Vy. "A-am I stuck like this?"

"Yes and no. It appears that a demon and a fae mated. Though it's more likely a demon halfling and a fae," Vyriel sat back against the wall. "The likelihood of you being half and half is very slim. It would be like light and darkness meeting. They would clash constantly. However, I'm confident that if you calm yourself then your fae side will reveal itself again."

"D-demon?" Just what was he? First half fae then now part demon? Was he even a little bit what he'd thought he was?  He covered his face again, this time with his monsterous melting arms. Calm down? How was he supposed to do that? In fact, the more time passed the more worked up he was getting.

Vyriel pulled his arms away gently, but forcefully and touched his forehead. She muttered something under her breath that knocked him into a dreamless sleep. When she found that he was back to looking like himself she picked him up and carried him to the bed. "Come get me if anything happens Fie," she told the tiny creature before running right into a very angry Raegar's chest.

He was still trying hard to restrain his anger, but with not much success. The vampire glared at her with hurt and fury but said nothing, jaw clenched. At least she was okay...physically..at least. He had to keep telling himself that.

Vyriel gave him a huff, grabbed his hand, and led him to the bedroom. "Whatever you have to say, say it," she told him, without turning to look at him. How was she supposed to tell him that what she had to sacrifice was her own heart. There was a fight she didn't want at all.

"If you go an get yourself killed or hurt even more what the fuck am I supposed to do? Do you expect me to just let you go and get hurt? To just stand by and agree with whatever you say?" Raegar growled, upset and trying to get a hold on his anger still.

Without really thinking she turned and cupped his cheeks in her hands before kissing him as gently as possible. She tried to fight the heartbreak already forming and the guilt that went with it. "I think you should forget my existence," she told him, choking on the words as she spoke them. "You're better off without me."

He froze at the kiss, not even getting a chance to return it before her next words that struck him to the core. "Forget...you? Fuck no! How can you say that?" Hurt flared up in his own chest, red eyes livid. He leaves himself vulnerable time and time again for this woman and she wants him to forget and leave her? "What would that solve? It wouldn't solve a thing! I'd just be miserable and so would you!"

"My misery is...everlasting," she told him and dropped her head. "I was able to touch love for a moment, and it will be all too soon gone. I am a timeless being. After this war, what will we become, because I won't allow you to sacrifice yourself for me and you're too stubborn to just sit still. I will be more miserable if I know you died because of me."