Thread: Whispering Shadows ||Lagerthera x jjfanrb||

Warren walked across the school yard in his blood stained white shirt and jeans. This whole thing had become a fucking nightmare. Vicarious had been much too careless and not he left Warren to clean up the mess. Not only that but he had been created to get close to his daughter and protect her. But without his maker he would be nothing but a shadow spawn with no soul. So if his maker died then essentially so did Warren. He looked back one last time on the back lawn as students flooded out screaming. The girl had not followed him out. Thought she could go it alone did she? Test her might against the wrath of god and the devil? Too bad. He was shaken out of his thoughts by the sound of screaming sirens and turned to the front street to see at least ten cop cars pull up and cops jumping out. Warren could not deal with the mortals right now, and while he could not teleport, he could do other things. He dug his feet into the soft dirt and leaned down and pushed off the ground with so much force it caused a crater. He soared into the sky on his upward arc of a super leap and headed for the mansion he knew as his home. He looked back to see a birds eyes view of what was erupting at the high school. It was pure chaos down there with all of the cops and teenagers running everywhere. BOOM! He felt like he was smashed into oblivion and he was streamlined to the ground, crashing into the middle of the street and cracking the pavement. Warren hurt all over and struggled for breath. What in the hell was that? He thought and looked up to see a floating shape carrying Vicarious. The sun was in his eyes so warren could not make out who or what it was. Holy Lucifer, that hurt like a bitch. He grumbled and got to his feet slowly and cracked his neck and looked up shading his eyes. Ah. it was an angel if he wasn't mistaken. But he wasn't strong enough to face one yet. He gathered some energy and from his hand erupted a fiery chain which looped around Vicarious and he pulled him out of the angels grasp. Warren jumped into the sun and snatched his maker mid air and began leaping away frantically. He needed to find his maker a soul to eat and fast. He made it too his house safely and lay Vicarious on the master bed. He was as white as a ghost. He would be dead soon if he went without supplement much longer. He called his parents in and made them kneel beside the bed. They would have to do for now until they could find a more powerful soul to catch. His parents faces were expressionless and obedient when he put his hand to both of their chests in turn and began to extract their souls. It was a slow process and the young demon spawn watched as the minutes ticked by before he even had enough to hold on to. He opened his maker's mouth and forced the beginning of both of the sacrifice's souls down his throat. He would let the sacrifice go on without supervision. Warren frowned as he thought about her chances of survival with what was to come. It wasn't good. Vicarious would kill him if he found out he had left his daughter to save him. Sighing and walking out of the house, Warren scanned the sky to look for anything that might be a nuisance before leaping towards the school. Vicarious awoke from a terrible nightmare. In it he had seen Morgana and she had almost killed him! Wait.he looked across the room and then down on the floor to find the two lifeless bodies of Tolers parents. Shit. It wasn't a nightmare. To put realization to it, He looked down at himself and realized he was weaker. He even looked weaker physically. That fucking bitch almost killed me . He thought angrily as he made an attempt to stand up. The attempt failed however, when he fell down and ended up sprawled out on the floor. This was why he should have just killed her in her dreams when he first saw her. He could have. This is why she should have just paralyzed her and killed her and brought her lifeless body to Lucifer. The ungrateful twat had fucked things all up and now he was paying the price. And where was Warren? Somebody had brought him here and yet he was alone in this cursed house.