There it was again. The strange sensation, so foreign yet oh so familiar. It made his stomach boil like a tar pit. Tense waves of fiery heat slithering through his stomach, towards his chest and into his arms and legs. The same cacophony of voices, an endless choir of vicious snarls, intense hisses and screeching moans. Whispering their vile insults in the same strange but familiar language. It felt as if his bloodvessels where set aflame and his mind was clouded by the same strange purple mist. Within the mist the sillouette of a female figure danced and twirled around in a skilled manner and the chuckles of a deep, sensual female voice could be heard. Then the empty stone ceiling of his bedroom came as a greeting and the dream became a fleeting memory once more.

The same dream, over and over for as long as he can remember. It always left him with a very vague and quickly escaping feeling of longing but everytime he woke up, his stone cold heart made quick work of any emotions the dream left, as if it was but a mere illusion. He really wished who the woman was he kept seeing, dancing behind the curtain of purple mist, who the voices where that sang their hate at him or why he even had this dream in the first place but for as long as he could remember nothing ever gave him the smallest of hints. It felt vile tho, as if made by sorcery but even if that was the case then there had to be someone who was invested in him. The only person so far recently made himself known and for some reason he did not see this Jarou person as the type that would plague him with shitty dreams. His best guess was the dancing girl that always kept out of his reach. She could be the one that injected herself into his subconcious but for what end he did not know. Did he even want to know?

"Good morning to you too, Bedhead" yawned Natalia from the other end of the room as she sat up, and stroke some of her hair from her face and Callisto gave her a light nod in acknowledgement. "Where where you last night Cal. I've been looking for you for over an hour. We got a new job to do today" muttered Natalia as she crawled out of bed. "Yeah well i..." he started but didnt finish. Last night felt weird now he thought of it. This whole Jarou character felt weird.

"Stop stalling, get dressed and wake Arlaw. We have to leave within the hour" said Natalia before she walked towards the dark and tiny washroom so she could freshen up.

Callisto shook his head as his gaze followed the atlethicly build girl and reached over, smacking the third and last member of their little group in the face and yelled "Wake up you lame-tard, work" and stood up from his bed too, ignoring the annoyed groans and grunts. Arlaw rolled over and flopped out of bed, hitting the wooden floor with a soft thud, before jumping to his feet, a little wobbly.

"No hitting" he mumbled as he rubbed his eyes and looked over at Callisto. "then hury the fuck up, you sack of lazy bones. Appearently we need to do some shopping for a new job Natalia found for us" said Callisto as he began to look around the room for his clothes and eventually found them stashed on a small, poorly build desk in the far corner of the room. "No need. I know what he have to do, just kill a few nests of bone spiders. We dealth with those a billion times before. All we gotta do is sprinkle some sulphur on them and light their sorry asses on fire" but when Arlaw continued to mumble on about how lame their job would be Callisto felt something stir. Something wicked and corrupt. Something dark and hidiously sinful. It reeked of guilt and regret but it also radiated with Pride and Glee. He could feel it pulsate within his very core and it made him shiver.

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"Yeah, Arlaw, you go do that. Tell Natalia you two will handle this job. I think i have to... " and without finishing his sentance he simply dissapeared with a soft plop and a trace of his signiture sanguine colored smoke only to reappear right in front of the massive church. The very same spot where he met Jarou the night before. Now that he stood here, the feeling he felt within the bedroom of the Tavern he stayed was overwhelming. It embraced his core with all its might, and Callisto felt a little sick. Whatever was looming behind this door had a presence that could break the will of many and it felt wrong. So very wrong it would make lesser men shake and crumble. Callisto kept his eyes aimed at the door and waited. Trying to see if the presence would notice him the same way he noticed it but minutes crawled by and nothing. He placed the palm of his hand against the wood and noticed it was warm to the touch, not remotely unpleasant and pushed it open with a loud eardrum tearing screech and peeked inside but was greeted with nothing but darkness. The overpowering, stomach churning aura pressed heavely against his shattered soul, and felt the soul shards that radiated within him shake and viborate in sync wih the omnipotent, overpowering and nausiating radiance from within. The stink of body rott and decay washed throuh his nostrils and made him sneeze and it was then that the voice of a woman chucklede. The very same voice as the one from his dreams and the words that followed made him reel.

"And there he is. I was beginning to wonder when my Callisto would walk in". "I... Am sure you jest. I do not even know who you are... Lady" hissed Callisto as he pressed a hand to his nose while walking in further and heard the door behind him slam shut. Now that he was surrounded and embraced by the ink black darkness he also noticed that whatever this person was that stalked around in here did not have a soul aura. He was blind as blind can be. "Oh darling, how you wound me so" giggled the voice from his right and turned to face it but saw nothing. ''Just wait till i have my hands wrapped around your puny ne-'' and thats when he came face to face with his stalker and what he saw was something straight from a fairytale. Pink and Violet colored flames ignited all around him, above him and bathed the massive room within a ghostly light. Up on top of a tall, dark stone throne sat one of the most beautiful, deep grey skinned women he ever saw. Massive leathery back wings folded on her sides, and a long flexible tail lightly swaying from left to right. Her four long, ribbled and curling horns dimly pulsating with an amber colored light and her glowing, deep purple eyes wide opend. Ever so often a long, black snakelike tongue slithered over her voluptuous, black stifted lips and her large, round breasts where exposed, so he could see her coin sized nipples that where decorated with silver colored rings. Out from her naked heel, a thin, black horn grew so it would seem as if she was walking on high heels and her black colored nails where filed into sharp tips. Even if she was tall she walked, danced and moved as graceful as a balet dancer, and her very being radiated Nobility. "Then allow me to introduce myself, my love. You may call me Demonica Silverblood. Ashling Omnibus of House Silverblood and i am here to claim you as my mate" she smirked as her sensual voice rolled over her lips and followed her sentance with a playful wink. It was the moment she trailed towards him that he noticed what she ment with omnibus. Between her lightly toned thighs hung a massive, girthy cock, crowned with two tangerine sized balls that lightly swayed from left to right and all he could bring out as he tried to dash towards the door where the quick words "Hell no you skank".