Tiberious: Tiber had watched Seth from the security room's observation window, the vampire hidden behind that two way mirror while the club below swarmed and ebbed in his acute vision. The devil of a vampire could not just permit the slayer of Valis Urik to get away with his deed scott free. His mind streamed through possibilities and calculations as he watched him woo the half starved little lady, and then a notion struck him, and a smile spread over his lips not unlike the expression which curled the lips of the Grinch when he thought of a way to foil the Who's christmas. Yes, it was a wonderfully, aweful idea, and he had no sooner been struck by his darkly mischievous idea, when he began laboring on his inventive scheme. The words and forces, which the ancient language harnessed and channeled on that forking path, were adeptly focused on the vampire male and human lady which danced amidst the crowd below. His lips moved, and though only but a whisper of them escaped his vocal chords, they sang out very powerfully and vividly in his mind. Tiber began with the rites of fertility, the power of life summoned into Seth, while the path of fertility was awakened in Mariana, each command layered with another to weave one power in and of itself in with the other, a curse, a contingency, growth commands, and of course the rudimentary triggers. Trigger one; If they had intercourse and orgasmed, Seth's impotent sperm would become fertile, as would Mariana's womb. Trigger two; When the child was concieved, it would be a son. Trigger three; When the child was conceived, he would mature at an unnatural rate, despite being born mortal. In the womb the child would age one month of human growth for every week, and once born, he would grow one year for every month. Trigger four; When the son was born, he would be cursed with the hatred and fear of his own biological father, an ancient curse named The Sins of the Father. The contingency he layered into that curse was the single antidote which would cleanse the child of his inborn taint, a contingency that would supercede all other cures just by being named as the sole path of removing the curse, and it he concealed, with his signature, and with the identity of the cure, carefully. As he wove and sealed the curse, a seal that would manifest on the child as an archaic mark, the path of that mark was also concealed. The mark would appear on the child when he was born, like a birth mark, only a birth mark with a definite shape to it. It would manifest even in the womb, and mark the child on the underside of his upper arm, midway between the elbow and the armpit. The form the mark would take would be a single squiggly line running up and down his arm's underside, with one end tapered to a point, while the other was like a blunted arrow, the mark representing a viper. The seal would grow with the child, but would never exceed three inches in length, and a centimeter in width at its broadest. The cure for the curse was one that could come about by chance, depending, but which could only be discovered if someone had the power to uncover what the curse was, it's antidote, and put that antidote into action. Very few would recognize Tiber's mark, those exceptions including Lucifer, Byron, Lena, Rafael Hadrian, the dervish vampire's mentor, and Tiber's twin sister, Rhia.
Maelmorda: Now, while Tiber amused himself with spite, Maelmorda could not sleep. Very dark dreams plagued him, and left him feeling disturbed when he awakened. He was certain he had received a forecast, but it might as easily have been echos of the past. History, time, had a tendency to replay itself over and over again. Still, it alarmed him enough that he was determined to speak to some of his most trusted Elite Elders. Mordreig, Mernaph, Aurelius, and even Sammael, were among those he needed to relate his suspicions to. He had envisioned plagues...deadly tornados, terrible earth quakes, devastating storms, and out of the haze of all this disaster, he had caught glimpses of three of the four horsemen. The pale riders of the apocalypse. Azriel and Gabrian he had envisoned clearly, Cahor not so clearly, but he recognized him nonetheless, and Ebriel escaped him altogether, but he could have sworn he could feel his presence in that dream. He had awakened before he had glimpsed the fourth rider in his dreams, and after showering (the water ran cold) he dressed himself in the clothes Seth had stolen from him, and sought Rhia and Rob. He found them in Rhia's very large and comfortable apartment, and asked them if either of them had any sleeping aids. He did not miss the amazed expressions plastering their facial features, but paid no mind to it. When Rob tossed him a bottle of pills shortly thereafter, after vanishing and then returning through the door which joined his own room with Rhia's flat, the devil thanked him and retreated back into his own room. He took a handful of the strong drugs, ignoring the bitterly revolting taste, as he crunched them up like candy, and then drank a glass of water. Though the deadly aspects of drugs or poisons had no effect on the Morning Star in his human-like coils, the substance itself was effective. Before the drugs stupified him and laid him out, he left a note for Seth on the table between their beds. 'If you wake me, I will rip your phucking head off, or try to. Leave me the hell alone.' What a pleasant note eh? Yes, the devil's condition was making him very testy. To that, he added; 'Please lead the way soon, Seth, or I may get bored enough to take a knife and fork to you. I would like to get the hell out of New Orleans, out of this phucking world.' Maelmorda was getting the terrible feeling that his presence on the earth was very unlucky for the world, that somehow, he was not meant to be there...Perhaps, never had been, and he was just beginning to realize it. Regardless of these feelings of ill omen, Lucifer slept like the dead, and when Seth returned to the room they shared, after seeing Mariana home, he did not so much as stir, nor did he wake the next night when Seth went to see Mariana again, to impregnate her with a son, thanks to Tiber. It was the next night Lucifer awoke, having slept for three days. He woke before Seth, and went to the bar in the club. He was very anxious to get out of town, and if Seth did not 'lead the way' soon, the restless devil was bound to get into trouble. Chloe poured the last of the cognac that Mariana had swapped for, into one of those sport's thermoses with the straws, and mixed in some absinthe for some added kick. He could knock it down all he liked, he would spill or break nothing. Chloe was such a sharp girl, and he had been sure to compliment her on her brilliance. It would be at the bar that Seth would find Maelmorda, and he was actually a little drunk this time. Cursed or not, alcohol was alcohol, and it did affect him. Perhaps last time his stewing temper had burned it off, that, and he had spilled as much as he had consumed.
Octavian had stirred from his sleep, sometime that evening his form rolling on its side as he thought to himself on what had happened that night before, he felt wonderful but terrible for having to leave in the night like that. But it could not be helped he had left his leather trench coat on her as a blanket, and also he hoped she might take it as a kind of note or sign that he would be back. For he fully intended to go back to her, he had not planned on that little act on he couch in fact he was anxious to see her, after everything she told him he could not let her down. At this point he almost wished he was.. normal? Things would be so much easier, would they not? Maelmorda was up.. He then sat up and stretched out then, he widhed he had more clothes then so he could change, he sighed and then ran a hand through his hair and made for the bar area after slipping his boots on. when he got there he took a seat next to his sire and let a sigh out. "Good evening, my lord." He said in quiet tones to him, then looked over to the handsome fellow who was his sire. "So are we all set to head out?" Of course he meant with adresses and that sort of thing, though his mind was elsewhere for moments during this conversation.. He decided he would go see Mariana tonight, but for now he had to wait. His eyes just watched his sire and he took a deep breath, wearing no smile this night.
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