After a few days Callisto had arrived in the city, the strange feeling of someone stalking him, watching him became more and more prevelant. Every corner he turned, every street he walked, every store he visited, he felt as if someone or something stalked him, hidden from view, just out of reach. The strangest part was, he could not pick up any sense of a soul either, even tho he was able to pinpoint every single one of the people within these city walls. From King and Queen to peasant and farmer, yet a vast, bottomless nothingness when he tried to reach out towards that thing that followed him daily. It began to bother him a little bit. Why wasnt he able to pick up its soul aura. Why did it stalk him. What was it waiting for. All questions that lead to no answer and it was annoying. What he could sense however is the strange, powerful miasma of that other thing that lurked within these walls. It felt evil and vile, twisted and corrupt. It did not move, it did not dissapear. It kept within the surroundings of a massive ark stoned church where he felt the strange, wicked aura the strongest. It was to sickening and strong to be a Fallen Angel or its Consort. This could be something darker, stronger and far more dangerous. Deamonae and Eangelae where powerful, within reason but this presence was... More. An Elder, it has to be but what kind. Agonae and Dispirae where classed as Minor Deamons and as haunting and vile as they where, they where a minor inconveniance to him but if this was something Stronger he needed preperation, not just run in blind. Even tho he was something that the Deamonae and Eangelae seem to fear, he was not indestructible. As far as he knew, Silver and especially Blessed Silver, something Angels seem to like a lot harmed him quite a lot.

He took halt directly in front of the massive, richly engraved wooden door that led into the Church's bowls and stared up, as if he was trying to find something but all he could think off, was what it could be that stank up this city with its massive odor of body rott and sickness. Then a idea popped up, what if this thing that hid inside this Church was related to his Stalker. Could the two be the same entity. He did know that there where Ancient beings, Demons and Angels alike that could separate their soul from their body and lock it up somewhere safe, so even when the body was destroyed, their soul was not. This would be interesting if true because this would mean that whatever stalked him, knew of his ability to sense the presence of soul energies and soul auras. He shrugged and took a turn, but as soon as he tried to set his feet into motion he bumbed into something that pushed him back inmediately.

"Careful where you go, Callisto" it said and Callisto aimed his eyes at the figure. It was a young man, almost boyish, same hight, same stature with raven colored hair and bright glowing red eyes. His skin had the same ghostly pale color but his clothes differed. "Yes, i know you, bonehead. It was me that kept a tab on you. You, are far less interesting as i would have thought. Are you truely the one that makes Demon Lords cower and shit themselves because you seem... Well, lacking" the person said as his piercing gaze burned though Callisto's.

"I have no idea who you are, what you want from me and where you came from that made those weird rumors about me but, i assure you im just a normal person in dire need of money, so if you excuse me i have a job to find" muttered Callisto as he tried to walk past this stranger who, seemingly knew far more then he did.

"Dont give me that, idiot. Silvery white hair. Bright yellow eyes. Ghostly pale of skin and about the same hight as a baby giant. You must be my idiotic, brick brained half-brother Callisto Darkfyre. Son of the infamous Rebel Lord of the Eleventh Gate of Hell. And before you ask, yes. Same daddy, different mommy im afraid. He ate mine after raping her for a few weeks. Im a Cambion. A mere half-breed. So, i was thinking, could it be that my moronic little bro isnt even aware of what he is truely capable off and here we are. Eye to eye so i can tell you that, yes i know of your ability to sense soul auras and soul energies but, that is not all. You, my friend are what i began to call, a Soul Hunter. You are capable of using... wait, no. Abusing soul magic" said the boy with a smirk on his face, almost as if he was enjoying the fact that he was far more knowledgable of Callisto then he was of himself.

"I have litterally no idea what you are talking about. If you truely think i am so stupid as to use or abuse Soul Magic you must be truely a single braincelled organism. Every idiot knows that Soul Magic is deadly for the user because it consumes their soul instead of mana" said Callisto as he threw a mocking glare towards the unfamiliar sibling.

"True, if you are a weak and puny little mortal... Or demon Lord, or well anything basicly besides you. Ever thought why it was you where able to see into other people's souls. why you could sense their guilt and sorrow. Their rage and failures, their Regrets. Their entire lives basicly? no, well it is because it is your task to root out the most vile, and twisted of the Sinners. You, are able to rip out their souls and bannish them to another dimension we call, Exodus. Basicly put, your soul, as shattered and splintered as it may be is a never ending prison for the twisted, forsaken and most vile. This is where your Soul Magic comes into play. Rather then consuming your own, you have the ability to feed off the souls you devour. A fair warning tho. As amazing as this sound it has a really bad drawback too. The more you feast on the souls of the Sinners, the more unstable you will become. Thoughts and emotions not your own will become a plague to your exsistance and, it can have extremely catastrophic results for anyone involved. Madness is power, everyone knows this but how far the madness goes is up to you. You want to know what hides behind these church walls? i can tell you but, in doing so, you accept the task you where ment to do. Break the wicked. Punish them for their vile deeds and start your true life, right now" snarled the boy as he smirked widely.

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"Hmm, you are funny. You want me to throw myself into the unknown, yet i never got your name. You know mine, so why dont you tell me yours and we shall see what i will do" bitst Calisto as he crossed his arms.

"Ahh, well sure... Why the fuck not, eh. You may call me Jarou Lawson, i am your elder" he said as he made a mocking bow and whispered "well, what do you think. Wanna give it a go and see how strong you truely are".

Callisto did not answer. He just stood there, staring at the stranger, his arms still crossed. Minute after minute passed without a single word spoken but then after what seemed to be a eternity he finally opend his mouth and whispered with his bleak, emotionless and hoarse voice "Yes"

"Good, finally. Thought you would never answer me but, glad you did. Well, all you have to do is summon your Soul Snatcher and, you're good to go" chuckled Jarou, seemingly finding all this very comical and amusing.

"I have no soul snatcher, you moron. Before you came along and dumped all this useless idiocracy into my lap, i didnt even know i had siblings"

"Ohh, yeah you do, quite a lot actually, lets see... There's me obviously, and Jace. Yishma, Elavira. Reshvin and Bee, Thristian and Jackob... Oh, and Betty, and Fiona. Giasmo and..."

"Ok, i get it, daddy couldnt hold his dick inside his pants for more then five minutes, just... Tell me what you mean with, Soul Snatcher" yelled Callisto who became more and more annoyed by the minute.

"Well, i have no idea what its true name is but, its your ability to pull the souls of others from their body, basicly seperating spirit from vessle, so to speak. It usually involves some intense screaming, flopping of the limbs before dropping to the floor in a useless heap of mortal meat, while you are holding a round orb of a weird, glowy substance and bright color. Your right hand should be covered in ink black and ice white flames but, your hand is still made of meat and bone, so come on, conjure it already"

"I cant you, inbred piece of..." began Callisto but Jarou broke his words.

"Fine. Why didnt you say so, well lets see. To summon your grabby arm all you have to do is open up to your inner self. Allow you, to become you. The real you. Well, go on. do it" said Jarou as he poked Callisto's arm trying to se eif that worked but still, nothing.

"I am being pranked, arent i. Who set this up, was it you Natalia" yelled Callisto as he looked around.

"No, none of your bed friends did not set this up, Callisto, focus please" said Jarou but Callisto was done.

"Yeah how about no. Just fuck off and let me do my thing. I need money, so i can buy some new weaponry. My weapons keep breaking an shattering" he said as he began to walk back towards the Inn he stayed at.

"Why are you using lumpy human weapons. They are not build for your strength, as pathetic as it is right now. Just wait till you finally opend yourself up to the true you, and accepted your role as the Soul Hunter. Not only does this Power come with its own set of unique abilities, every soul you devour makes you stronger, more durable, faster, more agile. You'll see" snarled Jarou as Callisto kept walking.

"I'll doubt it but... Ill keep that in mind. Moron. Now go pester someone else, you freak" mocked Callisto as he widend the distance between him and his so called sibling. Whomever this guy was he was odd. Even if he was a Cambion like he claimed he was a strange one. He acted as if everything was a joke to him. But then again, a lot of Demonic shitlings think high and mighty of themselves until i stroll along and smack their stupid ass back to the Hells.

What Jarou did not mention however was, the more he would use his soul powers, the weaker the veil would become. And that if he would use this Soul Power of his too often, Very bad, and Wicked Demons would become able to shred this veil to walk this world, looking for whomever this Callisto was. All they had to go off, was what Ravacus told them the day he was sentanced to an eternity of torture. And that, was not much. Andrenos, Zuzakai and the Puppetteer where still trying to find a single shred of evidence he was truely real, not just a rumor made up by a dying Lord. Even tho Zuzakai tried to ignore and denie these rumors, Andrenos however took them very seriously. If what Ravacus said was true and a hybrid did exsist, it could become more then a shitty little pest in the future. If allowed to grow and mature, this so called hybrid child will become the Doom of the Hells, and most certainly also the Heavens. He did know of a Myth about such a Hybrid who is said to reunite the Heavens and the Hells as one, once more and bring balance to what is considdered morally good and wickedly bad. This cannot be done. If the Heavens and the Hells ever became a whole, where would the souls go. This would not only be damaging to the dimensions but balance as they knew it right now would be whiped away without a trace. Souls where fuel. The Fires of Hell would be but candle flames if not for the Sinners and the Eternal Sun of the Heavens would be a light bulb if not for the Virtueous. All that was certain as of right now, is that things will turn way more interesting. Now that Jarou introduced himself to Callisto, exciting things would start to exsist. Callisto has no idea that Time and Fate just changed and shifted into a whole new direction, now that he, unknowingly became aware of what he was. He wrote it off as a weird joke but, very soon he will see that what Jarou claimed he was, was the truth and more.