Thread: Whispering Shadows ||Lagerthera x jjfanrb||

The mortal realm. It had its own special stink to it that even hell could not match. The city was just waking up and dawn was fast approaching sending the first pink rays of light across the clear blue sky. It all made Vicarious sick. He wished he had the power to burn it all down. Just to end this pathetic war heaven and the cursed one the messiah waged at all hours on this realm. This whole place was filled with saints and angels just as well as demons even if mortals could not see him. That would be the biggest roadblock the fucking angels. He let out a long sigh and scanned the horizon searching for the tug of the soul that he now knew was his daughter. That little imp would meet him in hell soon enough. He sensed a powerful being approaching behind him and he spun around quickly gathering his power. He felt the heat and evil course through his dead veins as he reached his peak and slowly let his guard down when he saw who it was. Grim.you are a sneaky bastard. Vicarious said through clenched teeth. Well you they say death likes to creep up on you, replied the hooded demon. You were always too easy to surprise Vicarious What the hell do you want? A visit from Grim was never a good thing. For anyone. I have gotten word that you plan on taking a life. You know that job is mine and mine alone for mortals. Grim smiled, knowing he was far more powerful than Vicarious in this realm. The mortals souls are all mine before they pass. Oh piss off. You best just forget about this life. This one is my problem and I plan to take care of it. He moved closer and stood toe to toe with Death and looked into his cold eyes with his own blazing red. I mean it. Stay out of it. Grim cackled and a scythe appeared in hand. I am afraid it is too late for that now my friend. The dark lord has already been informed. He wants her killed and he wants you back in Hell to talk. Vicarious eyes gleamed in anger. Report to Lucifer? It meant certain death. Besides that, how could he have gotten word Vicarious was here? The only conclusion he could draw was the bribed guard had not kept his word. You never could trust a demon. I think not Grim. started slowly backing up towards the edge of the rooftop of the skyscraper they stood on. You tell the dark lord that I will not return until i have destroyed the girl. I will not die from this mistake! He became a black cloud and ascended towards the filthy and now crowded streets of the city. You fool! Cried Deaths voice and faded until it was no more. Vicarious had to find a place to hide in plain sight and he had little time. Any demon not in hiding was in grave danger from the holy ones and not he had a target on his back from hell to make matters more complicated. He thought quickly about where the girl spent most of her time besides under her knowing mother's watchful gaze. A smile crept across his lips as he formulated a plan. He materialized in front of the school dressed in a suit and his hair was not shorter and slicked back and his face clean shaven. Yes this look would do just fine. He put on some glasses to complete the effect and walked into the building. Class had not begun yet so the halls were empty except for a few students and staff. Vicarious cared not for the mortals so he ignored their looks and and was thankful when he found the administrator's office. He walked in and past the secretary hey you can't go in- He cut her off with one look and a some mind control sit and keep busy with your work. The woman did as she was instructed and he turned from he to see the principle with a startled look on his face. How may I help you sir? Questioned the principle, who now looked angry. You will fire the teacher who instructs Irja Padar in history. I will take the place of that teacher as the new history teacher. And we will also register a new student in the school as well. Warren Manson will be his name and here are his papers. The papers materialized out of thin air and he handed to the confused principle. Victorious lifted the mans chin to make him have eye contact Do it. Yes master. The old man replied in a now completely obedient tone and walked off to do the tasks. Things were working out perfectly so left the office and walked down the school's halls until he found the History classroom. His classroom. This is where he would start the process of killing his daughter. He unlocked the door and once inside looked around the the door shut behind him with a click. It was not his taste but those small details did not matter. He had to get in character before the students arrived so he looked over the lesson plans and wrote his name on the board behind him. Mr. black would be his name. Victor Black. Yes, it had a nice ring to it. And today he would tell the kids all about the French revolution massacres one of his favorite subjects. He took a seat at his desk and waited for her to arrive.