Thread: Do The Claws Make The Beast? (ThomasRHellsing & darkangel76)

Beep... beep... beep... The faint blipping sounds of monitors and other medical devices resonated throughout the room, bouncing off the tacky yellow colored walls as both Magdalena and Lirael were forced to endure the torturous wait as he came around. According to staff, he'd been doing well and was continuing to do so. Of course, some of that news wasn't a surprise given thingsgiven his oh so colorful 'history' and all. Still, Maggie wasn't about to let her guard down. Not yet. This new and strange body she was staring at appeared so frail and fragile as it was 'waking' to the new powers surging through its veins. Powers that would make mountains crumble and most living things cower in sheer terror. Her lips frowned slightly as wrung her hands together in her lap, her dark hair falling forward about her slender shoulders while she shifted slightly in her seat. Her blue eyes flashed fiercely as she continued to watch this new bodythis body who was also her... father. Lira just paced the room, her vivacious energy spilling forth with every step she took. Tiny noises insinuating her giddiness just rolled off her lips, which were quirked upward into a broad smile, evidence of her happy anticipation of the currently unfolding event. Looking over at her motherMaggieshe wondered if she was just as excited. Blushing deeply, she felt like a spoiled child in wait of an extravagant present. Many times, Lira's blue eyes would find themselves looking upon the man she'd heard so much about from her mother and from others, yet she'd never had the luxury of meeting since he'd died before her time. But finally... finally, she was getting that chance to reunite with the one who'd done so much for their people. He'd been notorious in his heyday and she hadn't a doubt in her mind that he'd reign mightily once more. Staff seemed to think all was going well and who was she to question medical authority? Biting down on her lip, she brought her hands up and began to play with her reddish-brown locks, twisting themalmost nervouslyinto a sloppy knot before letting them fall into loose curls down along her back. Maggie looked at her daughter, at Lira, and shook her head. The girl was clearly too wrapped up in her emotions to see the gravity of the situation at hand, the fact that his returnthough wonderfulwasn't going to be an easy process. His body would need training, need to recall. And time would be against them. It always was. Why was it that the young never understood this? She shook her head slightly and sighed as the young demon approached. How much does he remember? Lira asked. Maggie shook his head and frowned. That's what we're trying to figure out and why we need to remind him. Lira nodded, a hand moving to tug on a loose reddish-brown curl. I see. Maggie shifted and turned to look at her father, a newly 'woken' demon lord who desperately needed to reclaim his throne, his lands. He'd been gone for so long... so very long. And the war that had been going on had been fierce and brutal. She and Lira had been doing their utmost, along with their allies, to keep things intact, but... times were difficult as the forces of evil grew. She could only hope that this body would somehow survive the training she knew would be imminent. Lira looked upon the 'woken' demon, the man who would have been her grandfather, and smiled. She could feel the heat sweeping her cheeks, no doubt making them red as the blood flowed through her veins. She waved shyly, giggling softly. I'm Lirael, though most call me Lira. You wouldn't know me, she said, her voice going soft. Wh-what can you remember? she then asked, daring to reach out, her actions making Maggie gasp audibly.