Beautiful and Terrible

Every time she turned around the Triad were fucking with the world. Just when she had started to get comfortable with things the way they were, the witch woke up and found herself in a different version of the world.

"Ramiel don't you ever get sick and tired of fucking with things? I get wanting a do over every once in a while but, it has gotten so bad as to have been doing it on a monthly basis for the past year. I actually have to remember all the progress I lost. Not everyone does, and I'm sick of it." Alexandra said with a sigh. Ramiel wasn't there, maybe even he did not hear it, but that was ok, complaining to him made her feel better.

"Your reign is almost over Childe of Blood." Alexandra said with a smirk. "A new Harbinger is coming, and he will shape and form things to perfection. Beautiful and terrible his reign will be, and it will last for a thousand years." Alexandra declared with a smirk as she made her way over to the door where Raven should have been preparing for tonight's event. It was kind of a party, kind of a gathering of like minded individuals. Prospects for the cult were arriving and the ones who did not make the cut would die.

"Are you ready, love?" Alexandra asked Raven as she peaked inside the room where he was hard at work. "We start in about twenty minutes."

Raven stood in the foyer adjusting the cuffs of his shirt. He dabbed at the specs of blood still left on his lips with a black satin handkerchief. He knew Alexandra didn't think he should eat so soon before rhe party, but it was the only way he could stand to be civil for this long.

Raven had met his mistress long ago when he'd simply been the depressing scholar in the wheel chair. Not that there was anything wrong with the disabled, it just simple hadn't been for him. So when this devil of a woman had approached him with an obvious Faustian Bargain, he wasn't overly surprised when he'd accepted without much thought.

Being Alexandras experiment and plaything was, hell, but a hell of a different kind. One in which he was free to do nearly anything he wanted, aside from her very lax rules Raven was free.

Call it Stockholm syndrome but his current arrangement left him content. More so than his previous self.

He looked at his form in the mirror, the black button up that hung open loosely at the chest, revealing tattooed skin underneath. He admired his white, sharpened teeth making sure there was no blood left over from his dinner.

As Alexandra approached he turned and smiled nodding. "Of course my Mistress, everything is prepared. The car is pulled around front I also have word that Simon Tansley will indeed be in attendance tonight. He gently took Alexandras hand and brought the back of it to his lips softly.

Jason Warner was curious about this membership drive he had heard about on the news. Welcome the Harbinger they had called it. Jason had never been very religious, but the idea of someone ushering in a new age and a new God rising, well that got his attention.

He sat in his car reading the pamphlet outloud. "The false Gods will be dethroned and a new age will come. The Harbinger's birth shall announce their coming, and the Children of Khaos will rise. Their reign will be beautiful and terrible. Be one of the chosen. Be one of those who know, or one of those who fear.

"Well this sounds like a bunch of bullshit, but I have nothing better to do tonight, and they are offering free food." Jason said to himself as he sat the pamphlet on his chair, got up, and headed inside. He ran right smack dab into someone else who was heading inside.

Ashe was stressed about tonight, he was supposed to deliver news that the harbingers conception had indeed taken place. He didn't know how to feel. He was just the looking glass through which the possible future could be discerned. He has seen many ways in which it could've happened and this had been one of the worse outcomes. Of course the harbinger would be born but at what cost?

Before now Ashe had been a semi popular psychic in the underground otherkin world. It hadn't been until his visions of the harbingers awakening that he'd been put on a pedestal as the cults oracle.

Most of the cult saw him as a prophet, but he simply saw himself as employed. Mostly he felt bad for the host, the one carrying the harbinger. Theo, as he'd heard him called. That man had been through so much and would only go through more, to have Nikolai Dragomir force himself upon you after all that, it seemed like enough to break any human.

That all being said he didn't know how you feel. Was he delivering good news to the hopeful faithful or sick news to a bunch of crazies? He wondered that thought as he walked towards the venue.

He was pulled out of his thoughts when he accidentally side slammed into a man, quickly moving to stable himself. "Aw geeze I'm sorry, my head was in the clouds. Hope you're alright-" He said sheepishly.

Jason locked eyes with the platinum blonde haired young man, and drank in his appearance. The young man was very good looking. Very light to Jason's dark. Something drew him to the man immediately however. He could not explain it, but it was more than the fact he was looking at a pretty face. There was something special about Ashe and he had to get to know him better.

"Um, don't worry about it I am the one who was not watching where I was walking. I'm just fine. I've endured much worse than someone running into me." Jason explained. He did not exactly have evil written all over his face or anything but Jason had been through dark things as well as had visited dark fates upon others. What he felt towards Ashe was not that kind of hunger. It was more a morbid curiosity and an instant attraction. He blushed a little, and said. "So you are here for the membership drive too huh? I'm here because I'm curious, and bored mostly. But I think this thing about the prophecy sounds like total bullshit."

"Anyway I hope that you are not a true believer in this Harbinger shit and I did not just totally offend you but I am outspoken. My father always used to say so. I never bothered to try and change that even though he would have loved to see something totally different from me." He paused and said. "I am Jason by the way. What is your name?"

He smiled at the charming man and wondered just what had brought him to this place. He seemed to have a darkness within him, but who didn't. He seemed sheepish and charming though, and he didn't know who Ashe was around here. That was refreshing.

As he spoke of the prophecy being utter bullshit though the blondes face went blank for a moment before he began to laugh. "Aha, yes I suppose it is all rather wild. People are terrified of the harbinger after recent events. They'll cling to anything I suppose. But do you really think it's out of the realm of possibilities with everything that's happened?" He pondered for a moment. "Guess I'm here to see if I'm right." He dropped with a smile.

He pulled out his wallet and withdrew a business card which he quickly jotted another number on before he handed it to Jason. "Anyway, I'd love to chat about non culty things so here's my personal number. Or if you want to find out more about the future, drop me a message." He gave Jason a smile.

"Uh, I'm Ashe by the way."

"Ashe you're almost up-" Came Ravens bored voice peeking from behind a curtain as they walked further into the venue.

"Sorry I've got to go- an Oracles job is never done I'm afraid." Without waiting for much response Ashe turned and headed to Raven ducking behind the curtain.

Raven dropped the curtain and turned to the blonde crossing his arms. "What are you doing? You know how the cult feels about their oracle mingling with the normals."

Ashe shot the creature that was once his brother a look. "I would remind you that you're not one to talk on who I choose to spend time with. I didn't let someone make me into a monster."

Raven smirked. "We're both monsters, you're just a selfish psychic behind a pretty face. When was the last time you used your gift to help the common man instead of nickel and diming them to death or scaring them into submission?"

Ashe frowned. "The future is scary, nobody gets a map through the death labyrinth for free, so bite me."

Raven slammed his glass of champagne down on the table and stalked towards his brother giving him a dangerous look before picking him up under the arms.

"If Alexandra wouldn't take my legs, I'd tear that pretty face apart with all these teeth she's given me. I'd relish every second if it. Hell I might just take those legs too, Oracles don't need to do much walking right?" He growled lightly slamming the blonde into a wall.

It was starting to get a little late and it was time for the presentation that Alexandra was going to be giving. She noticed that her creation and her oracle were not ready yet, and this would not do at all. She started to hunt them down, when she walked in on them fighting with each other. She waved a hand at both of them sending them both back across the room unceremoniously on their asses.

"What are you two ingrates doing? We have an event to do. We need to figure out which of the people here is going to join us and which of them is going to die. Only one person can join. The rest will bleed. Five minutes from now, seal that door, and noone is allowed in or out, can you handle that or do I have to find someone else?" Alexandra nearly growled in their direction, and she was a mage, not a monster in the truest sense of the word. But one would have been hard pressed to figure that out in that moment.

"Get the music playing, and." Alexandra started giggling when she saw who had just entered the place. "Ashe, is that your ex, Simon Tansley? What is he doing here? Didn't we already tell him not to come. That he was not worthy. He knows what happens to the unworthy tonight." Alexandra smiled sweetly and said. "Do not worry Raven you will get to eat soon enough."

Jason was standing towards the back, just watching the people gathered. It looked like a Halloween party not a religious event. Jason was the only person there who didn't look like they put on gothic clothes thinking that would get them a foot in the door. Alexandra's eyes rested on him. "The Flesheater. Make sure he doesn't leave. He is the one." Alexandra suddenly announced, making it clear he had been chosen to become one of the faithful whether he wanted to or not.

Both Ashe and Raven grunted as they slid into the respective walls behind them. "S-sorry Mistress," Raven sputtered as he tried to get air back into his lungs.

Ashe rolled his eyes and stood with a groan. Alexandras magic stung like a bitch. "Oh come on Alexandra, you're really going to go through with this? They're all going to die when the harbinger is born anyway, who cares about picking them off early?"

Raven almost purred in response to his mistress. "Shut up Ashe, you've known this was the plan for months. No use growing a conscious now." As Alexandra named their target Ashe blushed a bit. "Him? Are you sure? He's so- plain" He was surprised by her choice. He also wasn't sure if death would be kinder for Jason.

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As soon as all the cattle had been herded into the venue, Raven went around closing then magically sealing the doors under his breath. Alexandra has given him the hand of one of her rival mages. It allowed him use pre-manafueled spells that his mistress supplied him with.

This mightve been seen as unusual, but as the last door shut the spotlight flicked on where Ashe stood on stage.

"People of Apockaleptika, thank you for coming tonight... I know from the pamphlets and flyers this must all seem rather bizarre, perhaps the ramblings of a mad man. But I assure you I'm here to put your doubts to rest."

"As we know the harbinger almost brought about the end of times. The Evil was contained by the triad but it still festers." He slipped out a pair of odd spectacles full of runes from his pocket. Slipping them on his face, images began to project from his eyes over the crowd allowing him to share his visions.

Flashes of Theo on a hospital table from the chest up, though the image changed, from the man making faces of agony, to no face at all, in fact a lack of facial muscle use.

"This is Theo, the first host of the harbinger. Though he is male he will be the one to deliver us the second. In most of the futures I see, he doesn't survive." Ashe said mournfully.

The image switched to that of burning buildings and lava filling the streets not unlike previous events. A figure stood on top of a collapsing bridge and the vision zoomed in revealing a clearly different figure from Theo.

"This is the second Harbinger... I don't see a timeline where they don't arise and in every future I do see, they bring about an age of new horror and beauty." He looked sadly at the crowd as the images switched to that of horrifically mutilated monsters hunting down innocent people.

"But fear not for there is peace in the future too." The visions changed to blossoming green hills and images of overgrown battlefields and war machines. It showed a village of people among the ruins, thriving and singing songs in new languages. "That brings me to my next bit of news, we have confirmation the harbinger has been conceived!"

He took off the special glasses cutting the footage of his visions. "That's why you are all here tonight. The end is coming and we cannot save all of you. So it is up to you to show us you can make it in the new world. For more information I'll pass it over to Alexandra." He motioned to stage left. He wasnt entirely sure what the woman had in mind, but it couldn't be good. He knew many people would die tonight.

Pine Knoll Apartments

Father Frank let Theo stay at his church for awhile, and let him recoup from the trauma he had been through. Eventually however, Father Frank felt that it was important for Theo to get back into the world of the living. His idea was something somewhat normal. An apartment in Santa Monica where he could make a new home for himself getting the hell out of the former Los Angeles and start his life all over again. He could try and see who he was now that he was broken, and what the pieces that were left behind were now that he was trying to put them back together.

The priest gave Theo a hug and said. "Remember keep these contacts in because you don't want to scare the normal people you are around. True we are in a world now where people know supernatural creatures exist, however, they have not gotten used to the idea yet and its still something people are adjusting to. And we dont want to give anyone else heart attacks now do we.

"If you need anything just give me a call, hun and I will be there. Don't worry about the time or anything. Don't hesitate. It's what I'm here for."

Theo walked into the small apartment setting the last and final box down. Father Frank was being positive and supportive which he appreciated, but there was a deep sadness in Theo, especially today.

Looking at the apartment it was official, he wasn't going home to Damon... They had talked, and while they loved each other and held no ill will with the Fathers advice they had decided it was best for Theo to get room to breathe while the Vincents rebuilt themselves.

They thought it best to let things rekindle naturally over time... If they could stand it. He looked around the apartment before gratefully accepting the hug. He nodded as Frank reminded him of the contacts and sniffled a bit.

"Thank you for everything Father, while everyone was wishing me dead and hating me for what I'd done you made sure to make the world give me space. I can't ever repay you for that."

Theo sniffled again and looked back up at the priest pitifully. "I-I miss him... My heart hurts." The boy got a bit choked up in that moment.

"I'll always keep in touch Father thank you,"

He bid the priest a goodnight and let him out the door.

After a few minutes when he was sure the father left Theo broke down sinking to the floor and sobbing into his sleeve. He pulled back and cursed at the blood stains on his sleeve.

After a good long cry, the rather unique being stood and began to make a cup of coffee. He knew he wouldn't be sleeping tonight, not in this strange new place where he was all alone.

For about a month things were quiet in Pine Knoll Apartments. The day for the rent to be paid finally came around though. Frank had made sure to give Theo plenty of money for that, so everything should have been fine as far as that goes. He had met the landlord the last month, and knew him to be an elderly old Italian man who smoked like a chimney and drank like a fish. Theo undoubtedly was expecting him. But there was no way that he was expecting this.

There came a knock on the front door, and Nikolai Dragomir was standing there. "Hello Theo. Hope you are ready with your rent for the month. I am your new landlord and I don't take kindly to rent being late even a day. Father Frank gave you plenty of money I hope? If not I'm going to have to make other arrangements for you to pay me. Here is your bill."

Dragomir handed the rent bill to Theo and it asked for 10,000 dollars for that months rent, a hell of a lot more than what was agreed upon with the man that had been his landlord when he first moved in. "If you don't have it we will have to take it out in trade. I'm sure you have something I can use."

Theo walked up to the door with a sigh. He knew what to expect but he hated landlords, as far as Theo was concerned they were all parasites. He grabbed the enveloped with the cashiers check in it and swung the door open lazily. "Hi it's nice to- meet you-" Theo froze as his eyes registered the man in front of him and his ears gathered what he was saying.

"Nikolai!? New landlord!? Like hell! You threw me onto that sacrifice table like a sack of potatoes! And do you know what happened? I was sacrificed!"

He shut up and crossed his arms as Nikolai continued to speak and then his jaw dropped. "10,000 dollars!? You're joking, that's insanity and you know there's no way I could possibly pay it. If you wanted me to stay at the church you could've sent a death threat like everyone else."

At Nikolais offer Theo paused. "What are you getting at? I don't have anything to offer you, I can't bestow power,I can't destroy an entire city if I get the desire to anymore... You know what forget this, I'm calling Father Frank or maybe Damon to get him to kick your ass. Theo fished around in his pocket pulling out his phone quickly trying to dial a number.

Nikolai took the phone from Theo's hand, and dropped it on the floor, smashing it. "You are not going anywhere until you pay up." The Hungarian took the phone and smashed it on the ground, throwing it so hard it broke into pieces, it was more than just the screen breaking. The phone would now be totally useless, and this was only one surprise coming for the other man.

"My mages tell me that your blood is special now. It has a sweet addictive quality, and power to it that can be harnessed and used. I want to taste that blood. Also I would not mind a taste of something else." Dragomir walked past Theo and headed inside. "Where do you think we should do it? The couch? The kitchen table? The tub? Oh I think the tub could be nice I wouldn't mind seeing you wet."

Theo yelped as the phone was snatched from his hand and thrown into the ground so hard it shattered. He looked up at the vampire with a glare. "Who the hell do you think you are!?" He listened to the man speak with a dangerous look in his eye. As he expressed how he wanted Theo to pay up, the man swallowed a lump in his throat.

"Nikolai, I am not staying here, I am not giving you my blood... Or whatever else you want." He huffed and grabbed a messenger bag shoving some essential items into it. "In fact I'm going right now, this is the opposite of what I need right now. Besides the Vincents are your enemies, I am your enemy. Lest you forget who claimed me first. You do realized I was prepared for Ramiel and raised by the cult? And he has yet to do anything with me, not that I want him to. What you're asking for is basically the right of first night, and to that I say, fuck you."

He barely knew Nikolai but the man seemed very dangerous and volatile, he didn't know how go calm this vampire down. Quickly Theo headed for the door placing a hand on the knob. "Besides i belong to damon as far as anything is concerned-" The moment he turned it though there was a blast of strong magical energy and Theo was sent skidding across the floor and sliding into the counter.

Nikolai watched the magical energy knock Theo back so hard that the young man had the wind knocked out of him. The magic would have left him a bit dazed as well, although Theo did not appear knocked out by it. Nikolai walked over to Theo and started to pick him up as he had done once before when he tossed him on the table as a living sacrifice to Ramiel, like a sack of potatoes he was merely hauling around.

"I am Nikolai Dragomir, and I always get what I want." Nikolai announced. "And at the moment Ramiel has decided he is no longer interested in anything but killing you. Be happy that I have other things in mind, because if the cult does get their hands on you their orders are to end your existence. I'm sure that is not what you want to happen now is it?"

Nikolai carried Theo into bathroom and placed Theo into the tub. The elder vampire than brushed long dark hair out of his face and looked down at him. "Because if you prefer I can deliver you back to the cult, or even to Ramiel himself."

Theo lay there coughing and gasping for air as the vampire moved and picked him up. "H-hey put me down!" He coughed. Looking around dazedly as they entered the bathroom, the "human" pushed against his captor smacking at his hands as he was set in the tub. He leaned backed and pulled himself up in the tub. As the vampire spoke his threat Theo ground his teeth.

"That's it? Let you do whatever you want, or you turn me over to the blood God? What makes you think I'm at a point in my life where I want to live so much I'll take you up on that? Take me to Ramiel, let him crucify me on his dining room wall for all I care! I'll let you in on a secret Nikolai, the triad can't  kill me. Otherwise I'd already be dead, they would've killed me at the tower! Neither Cassiel nor Linarael, now not even Ramiel like me enough to keep me alive. If they could kill me I'd be dead. No otherkin witness protection program or mage conjured barrier would keep them away. "

"Think you've got a better shot? Besides whatever you do to me Damon will do to you sevenfold." Theo narrowed his eyes.

"Can I ask, why me? There's certainly other cases of special blood you could go for, so why me?" He wondered plainly.

Nikolai looked down at Theo, and rolled his eyes. "All the things you said are exactly the reason I want to do this. You cannot be killed, so I don't have to worry about overdoing it and killing you, and I have never been in that situation with a blood bag before. Your blood is different now, intoxicating, and I don't have to worry about ever using up the source.

And as far as Damon goes, he wants to kill me already, so what do you think this is going to make him want to do that is so special, bring me back just to kill me again ten times. He cannot. If he could he would have killed me a long time ago. Ramiel will never allow it."

Nikolai looked down at Theo and took show just how much audacity the vampire had, he fixed eyes with the 'human and demanded. "Take off your clothes."

Theo sat in the tub glaring up at his captor as the vampire rolled his eyes. The human grit his teeth. He couldn't believe the Dragomirs had this much- audacity. As Nikolai commanded him to undress though Theos eyes looked a little shocked. This motherfucker wasn't just bullying him, he was serious.

Theo flushed deeply crossing his arms over himself in the sweater that adorned his torso.

"You still haven't told me why I should feel so inclined as to do what you say? I'm not going to strip for you, I have no reason to."

He sighed and furrowed his brow. "Besides I don't think you actually want to do this."

Nikolai gave a big toothy grin. He walked over closer to Theo and grabbed him by the collar pulling him towards him. "What kind of bullshit game do you think you are playing? Remember who created me, Theo. Ramiel taught me everything that I know, and the first lesson I got, after 'insert fangs' here, and 'here' and stay out of the sun was do not ever let anyone taunt or toy with you. You have been doing both. You either are not very smart, or you really want to piss me off. Either way, you are not going to like what results."

Nikolai decided to begin by ripping Theo's shirt open. He wanted to see the other's reaction to this. Was Theo out of his mind? Was he trying to get him to kill him, fuck him or both?

"You are a little on the thin side compared to what I usually like but that is all right. You probably have not eaten well the last month or so since Devan stabbed you in the heart and you had to leave Damon's side. I can feed you and get you back in top shape again."

Theo backed up a bit as Nikolai moved in closer with that terrifying smile. He cowered a bit, before letting out a sharp yelp as the vampire tore his sweater open down the middle. "What the hell is wrong with you!?" He cried out. He looked at the red marks that had almost broken skin and swallowed a lump. The feeling traveled down forming a gnawing void in the pit of his stomach.

What could he do? The man was clearly serious and had not come to just rile Theo up as he had initially thought. No, this was much darker...

Bloody tears welled up in his eyes and Theo reached into his back pocket pulling a plastic case from it. With a smooth motion he took out each contact and placed them in their assigned home before glaring at Nikolai.

With a red face and a look that tried to invoke death, the younger man shoved the remains of his sweater off of himself chucking it at the vampire. "From the bottom of my heart, Nikolai Dragomir... I hope you rot..." Theo said as he unbuttoned his pants.

Moments later Theo had shirked off everything but his underwear returning his death gaze towards Nikolai.

Suddenly, after Theo did as he had asked, Nikolai had a confused look on his face. "I did not expect it to be that easy. It's a little disappointing. No matter."

Nikolai turned Theo around and pushed him against the bathroom wall, holding him firmly as he breathed against his neck. "Everyone has been obsessed with you Theo. I cannot help but wonder, what the fuss is about." He licked the mans neck and breathed closely against him. "Well I am about to find out."

Nikolai sank his fangs into the juncture where Theo's neck met his shoulders, drinking from him freely and without fear.

He sent blood trickling down the man's body, and watched what he had done, very pleased with himself.

Theo shot Nikolai another death glare as he commented about it being too easy. "You misunderstood this is as far as I'm go-" Suddenly the vampire shoved him against the wall and knocked the wind out of him once more.

As he leaned in and talked against his skin the human shuddered. "Get off of me you-" But he was interrupted by the feeling of the vampire's tongue on his skin. "I-" but it was too late as Nikolais fangs sank into his skin causing Theo to shriek.

It was the first time having his blood drained in this life. A long forgotten feeling, one that he expected to rediscover in comfort with Damon or in fear with Ramiel, Definitely not in scared confusion with Nikolai dragomir.

He whimpered and bit his lip bracing his hands against the wall of the shower/tub combo. He felt the blood leaving his body quickly as the man fed hungrily and without abandon, he kept expecting the fainting feeling to come but it never seemed to.

"That hurts-" was all he could offer in reaponse. Nikolai was fangs deep in his neck, if he moved the man could tear his jugular out. He wouldn't die, but Theo wasn't an idiot and still didn't want to live through that.

After a while Theos own body was flushed with pink heat as he panted.

Nikolai withdrew his fangs, and breathed heavily against Theo's neck with a sigh. "What did you expect? Just because I can make it pleasant doesn't mean I am going to. At least not for you." Dragomir then responded by pushing Theo forward ass first against the wall. He pulled out a little pocket knife, and clicked the end of it, forcing the blade outwards and pressed it against Theo's flesh. "Did Damon ever play with you like this I wonder." He gently parted some of the skin and then mused a bit. "You know something about pain. It mixes with pleasure so very well."

"I could make you feel things you never have before. I can make you feel things you will always remember and things that you'll wish you'll be able to forget. I have flayed my victims before just to heal them and do it all over again. I know the Vincent's are twisted but I have never known them to go that far with things." One hand wandered as he spoke, looking to explore and manipulate flesh and attempting to make Theo's body betray himself.

"Where should I put it. The mark I'm going to give you on your skin. Your hip. Your ass. Your inner thigh. It has to be somewhere that Damon will always see it and be reminded." Nikolai declared.

Theo let out a pant as Nikolai pulled away, hoping the man was satisfied. Then he was shoved up against the wall grunting a bit. He whimpered as Nikolai spoke harshly into his ear. Then Theo shut his eyes as he heard the knife click, expecting the worst. As it was pressed into his flesh his breath hitched in his throat. "S-stop-" Then as Nikolai spoke of marking him he grit his teeth.

"You're not touching me any fucking more- I won't let you hurt Damon like that-" With his hardest effort he drove his elbow backwards into his captors gut. But yelped as it felt like his elbow hit stone. Once again he'd forgotten the capacity of his human body.

He tried to push his body back against Nikolai but that was no avail either.

"Let me go!' He demanded shakily.

"Wooh there, Hercules. Be careful, you might break your hand trying to do that." Nikolai warned the man. "I have the power for my body to turn like stone a defense mechanism of sorts. I sometimes do it without thinking about it. I wouldn't want you to hurt yourself when there is so much hurting of you I can do." Nikolai explained with a stoic look on his face.

Nikolai tried to keep Theo in place without getting too physical with him but it was not working very well so the elder vampire took Theo by the head of the hair and said. "Don't you get it by now. This is going to happen whether you want it to or not. So stop squirming." Dragomir was getting more and more irritated with Theo by the second, and it was almost as if he did not understand why Theo was making this so hard.

Theo let out a noise of pain as Nikolais fist gathered and pulled on his hair. He grit his teeth and reached back but couldn't reach the vampire's hands well enough let alone pull them off. He let out an almost roar of anger as he struggled against the wall, but eventually even the most energetic human runs out of stamina.

Theo looked at the mirror from the peripheral of his vision and could only see enough to tell blood was running down his back from the wound on his neck and down the front of him from the bloody tears.

He let out a ragged breath of exhaustion as sweat dripped down his brow. "I may not be able to fight you now but if you go through with this I swear to your maker I will be the end of you." The human was trembling in Nikolais gasp like prey that has no energy left in its body to fight.

"Many have sworn as much. You would not be the first." Nikolai said in a bored tone. He took the blade and started carving into Theo's thigh with it. His movements were slow and deliberate and this was a definitely a twisted sort of foreplay for him. One Theo was covered in blood and had the mark on his skin Nikolai decided to go for the gold so to speak.

He had no intention of being gentle about it either. That wasn't exactly his style. He was definitely more brutal than Damon even when Damon was at his worst. He wanted this to be memorable, painful and humiliating for Theo and that was exactly what he intended to do.

When Nikolai finally had finished what he had set out to do, he gave Theo a hard slap on the ass. "I'll leave you to clean yourself up and explore your new home and new family. I don't intend to let you leave here for a little while. Damon is going to see you as my lap dog before I give you back you will be totally broken."

A strangled cry left Theo as the knife gouged into his flesh and Nikolai began to cut into him. By the time it was done Theo was thoroughly covered in his own blood.

"Please, I-I can't-" He whispered. But instead of hearing his please the assailant just shoved his face up against the wall.

Theo endured the next hell as best as he could.

Afterwards he sat in the tub holding a towel to himself, not caring that it soaked up the water as the tub filled. He didn't want to be exposed anymore...

He watched whisps of blood flow down the drain and wiped his eyes as Nikolai spoke.

"You did what you came to do... Just get out." Theo said in his best uncaring tone. He let Nikolai leave and once the vampire was gone Theo went about cleaning himself, just staring at the wall.

After what must've been a record of a hot shower he got out and dried off before wrapping the wound on his thigh in bandages.

He went out and sat on the apartments crappy couch in just a big t shirt and underwear. Flipping on the TV he sat there hugging his legs. He wanted to cry, wanted to scream and throw things... He wanted more so to spite Nikolai though, so for now he sat. Repressing everything that had just happened and the pain in his body, eventually Theo let the warmth of his hatred lull him to sleep. He wasn't going to cry for the Dragomirs, he wouldn't clean up anymore blood for Nikolai tonight.

Rebirth

So it was the beginning of a new era. Otherkin had come out into the world, announcing their presence at the heart of Otherkin society in Apocaleptika. Prince Damon Vincent, someone who thought he was in control of the city, but was truly in charge of nothing.

Damon was having a little party to celebrate. Ramiel had made a point of making sure that he showed up. Everyone who was anyone would be there, and it would not do for the One True God, the Blood God to not show up and be present when the world started to undergo the biggest change it had undergone in Ions.

Ramiel went to the dining area and got himself a drink. Noone had noticed that he was there yet. Damon and his family were a little slow after all and so into the party that it never occured to them that Ramiel would come and crash it.

A matte black SUV pulled up in the back of the the venue. The door opened and out stepped a long heeled red bottom boot. After that came a rush of blue and black fabric as a lithe and delicate woman stepped from the car. She wore the robes of a cult mage though your average human would just think she was outlandish. But, of course her cult robe was blue and black, this was Morgan after all, she had to stand out.

Gently she reached into the car and began pulling another form from the backseat. One that reluctantly came out of the car. Dressed in silver dress shirt and black pants the person who got out was a bit Mundane compared to the woman. Though his face was obscured behind an intricate white mask and his hands were bound in small black chains.

Morgan grabbed the man's arm and began dragging him towards the back door of the venue and knocked. A slot slid open and Morgan rolled her eyes before it slid shut and the door opened. Morgan dragged the man through the house and up the stairs throwing him in a red bedroom and locking the door.

Going downstairs she quickly went to look for Damon and when she found him she took a deep breath. Morgan believed herself more worthy of a higher status in the cult. She didn't like answering to Damon. "Damon, Ramiels next 'gift' is locked in the red room..." The witch smirked.

Damon made his way over to Morgan, feeling somewhat bad about turning anyone over to Ramiel. He knew the man boasted of a bite that could kill people. He had seen people die at Ramiel's hands before, and he knew that it was quite possible that this tribute, whom Damon did not know would die because of him. He did not want to think about it.

"Thank you Morgan." Damon said to the witch, trying not to show his disdain. "I'm going to head to the red room and make sure you did this all right. After all, you cannot be trusted in your own back yard." Damon said, insulting Morgan. Mostly because he was in a bad mood, and for no other reason than that.

Damon made his way into the Red Room to see the sacrifice for Ramiel, and his eyes went wide. "You, I thought you were gone. Devan and Stefan told me that you were delivered to the cult, and that they gave you to Ramiel years ago. Damn it, I'm sick of everyone playing games with our lives."

Damon and Theo

Theo paced around the room lifting his hands and struggling to remove the stupid mask the witch had put on him, tossing it on the bed. She didn't want anyone to see his face before the ritual and Theo didn't know why. She could pit it back on when she came back. Theo only knew so much, but Morgan wasn't actually allowed to lay a hand on him, being the sacrifice that he was.

For a moment Theo had flash backs of the stone altar table where the grooves had often run red with his blood on his ritual days. The priests had spent a very long time preparing him. Theo's soul had to remain clean and pure of corruption, as well as his blood. It took various blood rituals and beyond harsh discipline to achieve whatever the fuck It was they though Theo needed to be. Honestly he didn't know why they didn't just toss him to the blood God.

He felt an odd burning tingle in one of his two differently colored eyes. Rubbing it with the back of his hand he shook his head. Years and Years of pain and agony just to die. But that pain and agony made him holier. Apparently...

The door opened and he about jumped out of his skin. Theo looked up at the man, he looked over and remembered that his mask was on the bed then back at Damon. Shit. But as the man's face registered the 'intruders', Theos face fell. A surge of emotion came over him as memories of Damon he'd believed were simply dreams flooded his mind.

"I've dreamed of you... You know me too? I'm confused... I spent all my life being prepared for the blood God. How do I have memories of us being uh, rather close, or dreams or whatever they are? What's going on?"

Damon's heart sank. "He never let's you remember. The bastard." Damon looked towards his bride, star crossed lovers though they were, and sighed deeply. "Theo you and I, we loved each other. We were married. It is not just a dream, it is a memory. I cannot believe this is happening again. Every time I think I have lost you, I find you, only to lose you again. And you never remember me."

The door to the back room suddenly opened, and Stefan stepped inside. "Damon we need to get ready for the party, you can do this later, we---" Stefan's voice lowered as his eyes went wide with shock. "You--you are alive."

"I was going to tell you our guests are here, but it seems we have a guest who is a lot more important than anyone else." Stefan and Theo were only spiritually married but not technically in love or had exhanged vows, but he felt the connection in their souls, because of the fact that he and his brothers were one in spirit."

"We cannot hand him over." Stefan said, suddenly speaking his peace. "It's decided. We have to set him free, and we have to let him go. We will find Ramiel another sacrifice. I wont let him slip away from us again."

There was a good minute before Theos eyes shot open. "You're Damon.... You're Damon-" he said with a start. Then he looked up at the two and pointed at the named brother. He made a frustrated motion with his hands. "I know that- you're the prince of the city but so does everyone... I know that, our first date we went to the aquarium and you were spooked by the big fish swimming over us in the tunnel. It was really... cute."

He motioned to the other brother. "And you're Stefan, I know that because you and I were more like close friends than anything, you taught me Latin if i remember"

He suddenly got up and ran to Damon wrapping him in a tight squeeze of a hug. Then Stefan.What Theo didn't realize was Morgan's dulling seal on his memories had started to wither now that the man had face to face with the brothers. He stepped back and looked at them. "Thats really all I've got that I can string together right now... For some reason, the other brother is like a black shadow on my memory..."

"I remember you, but I don't know what good it does... That witch will tell Ramiel if you switch me with another person.. Then he'll kill you, us probably."

"Besides how long do we really have before he expects me to be delivered?"

The look on Stefan's face got a little somber as Theo talked about remembering Damon and Stefan but not recalling much if anything at all about Devan.

"It's probably a blessing that you do not remember much." Stefan said. "We have been having issues with Devan. He doesn't live here. He tried to kill Damon even. We have had fights but nothing has ever gone that south. Ever. And Samuel, he left a long time ago. His time in a female body really fucked him up. And he has some memories of being in love, though he does not remember with who. And Samantha. Damon tell him."

"Serena is dead. We do not know who killed her yet but we are working on it. So things have been very bad around here for quite some time. One sibling dead, another tried to kill us, and now this. Morgan does not scare me though, and Ramiel. Well fuck Ramiel. He is not going to get you. I wont let it happen." Damon declared.

Theo was reeling from all the information as the two brothers spoke of what had happened the Vincent family and how it had all but fallen apart. "She's, dead? And Sam just left?" He shook his head before holding it in his hands. He made an upset noise and slammed his fist on the soft mattress. "Annnd Devans still quite literally traumatized to the point of madness."

"I still don't quite understand why Ramiel is doing this to us... I feel like it's my fault. He keeps coming after me." He sighed and rubbed his shoulders. "I'm just a fragile human this time you guys, he made me weak-" Theo sounded a little misty eyed.

"I don't know what to do, you can sneak me out of this room easily enough. Surely Ramiel knows I'm not dead. We might have a small window of time if we can just get out before he comes to collect. I mean there's no way he knows it's me for this ritual specifically."

Theo got up and began pacing a bit. "Morgan brought me in the back way, as long as the coast is clear we should be able to just go back out that way right?" He placed his hand on the doorknob trying to open it and peek through the crack.

As the door slowly creaked open, Ramiel used a blast of his demonic power to blow it off the hinges, knocking Theo, Stefan and Damon back against the nearby wall. He decided that he needed to make a dramatic entrance.

Ramiel rushed forward, grabbing Damon by the throat. "You're not afraid of me are you? Fuck Ramiel huh? I would tear out your throat but that would be way too easy on you. I'm going to make you wish you were dead."

Stefan backed away hoping that Ramiel would forget he was there. It did not work.

"And you..." Ramiel back handed Stefan, trying to make an impression. "I have let you boys play house for far too long. It's time that changed."

Ramiel stood starring in Theo's direction, waiting to see how he would respond, but did not stalk forward yet.

Theo yelped as he was blasted back, hitting a wall and getting the wind knocked out of his poor human body. He quickly scrambled backwards and away from the blood God into a corner to regain his senses.

But, Ramiel was moving on the brothers already. Theo held his breath as the Blood God picked up Damon, each word out of the man's mouth causing him to cringe. When Ramiel backhanded Stefan though Theo actually flinched.

Theo quickly stood, feeling bruised from his impact. "Stop it! Don't hurt them- Haven't you done enough to them already!?" He cried out. "I don't know why you're doing this exactly, maybe I did but I don't remember... What I do remember is it seems that your problem has something to do with me so why keep involving them?" He did his best to look Ramiel in the eyes and hold his gaze.

Ramiel was more amused than angry at Theo for daring to stand up to him, and the look on his face made that quite clear. The toothy grin. "Everyone seems to forget how easily I can kill them. It cannot possibly be that they do not care, they are just plain stupid. It has been awhile since I have shown my creation the full extent of my power. They need to experience it again I think, lest they forget"

With that, Ramiel backhanded Theo, hitting him hard enough that he would be knocked out. When Theo woke up he would be chained up in the Vincent dungeon, but at the same time, so where Stefan, and Damon.

"I would have brought Devan along for the ride but given that he does not care about you anymore, and you do not remember him, it seemed like a waste of my valuable time." Ramiel said as he walked over towards the suspension cuffs where Theo was hanging, he grabbed him by the back of the head. "Good morning, Theo. How's the head?"

Theo saw Ramiels hand coming but as a human he was too slow to get out of the way. The blow struck him and he saw stars quickly crumbling to the floor as his vision faded to black and his face ached.

-----

Theo awoke with a start unsure of where he was but aware of the pain in his head and arms. He pulled his head up and Ramiels voice finally overcame the ringing in his ears. The Bood God's form finally took shape in his vision. He blinked and then perked around in his chains spotting the two others.

"Damon! Stefan!" He turned back just as his captor grabbed the back of his head causing him to shriek In pain. "Please Ramiel, why are you doing this? Why do you keep bringing us back to slaughter us all over again? What do you want?" He asked meekly. Theo whimpered as Ramiel held onto him and his arms ached in the irons.

Ramiel slowly approached Theo, brushing long golden blonde hair off of his face. If one did not know better one would think they were dealing with an angel, and yet he was a monster. He was a monster with an obsession, one that would not easily die. The look on the Blood Go's face was cold as ice.

"You just do not get it, do you, Theo?" Ramiel said as he reached out to touch Theo's face. It's you I want its always been you. But you ignored my advances. Never even gave me a chance. You acted like I was nothing but chopped liver. I get what I want, and what I want, is you." Ramiel took sharp claws and sliced into Theo's face with them, and the blood that came from the wound, he brought to his lips. "A taste of you has never been enough."

Theo watched the beautiful man approach, a shiver running down his spine. When Ramiel touched his face he whimpered a little bit. As Ramiel talked Theo listened and looked up at him in shock. "Me?-" As the man kept talking though the human felt a cold feeling in his gut.

As the Blood God's hand flashed across his face, Theo let out a pained scream of agony as he felt the blood fly. His face turned pink as he watched Ramiel lick the blood off his hand, glaring in the man's direction. Tears welled up in Theos eyes as what his captor said settled in his mind. This had all happened because Ramiel was lusting for him? In what capacity?

"Ramiel please- don't hurt them because I can't take a hint. I care about you. I just didn't think it was fair to ask Damon and, Devan? To share when I was already engaged to the two of them... So, are you gonna kill us again?" Theo looked at the Blood God with an expression to mask his fear. He had to hide it from Ramiel.

In truth Ramiel scared the hell out of him, he was trying to think of a way out of this. The other feeling that scared him was one of guilt. He won't break me, he can't. So what is it he wants, my body, my blood? I'm not going to give him anything. Theo thought to himself.

Ramiel looked at Theo as if he had lost his ever loving mind. He was thinking boldly, too boldly, as if Ramiel were not a god, an entity of intense power, and could not read his every thought. Ramiel looked as if he were going to strangle Theo, but than he had an idea. A much better idea.

"You aren't going to give me anything. You are going to give me everything." Ramiel explained to Theo.

"We just have a few more people to get to the Vincent Manor tonight. It should not be a problem. A family dinner hosted by the true head of the household, me. Everyone is invited. When you wake up I hope you are hungry. Because I know I am."

Ramiel backhanded Theo again, knocking him out, and made sure that he acted fast to get everything exactly the way he wanted it.

When Theo woke up he would see the exact same table Damon had turned him on in another life, beginning a love story that Ramiel hated had ever been told so much he had done everything in his power to destroy the book.

The table, huge long and ornate, was spread out before everyone in the exact same manner that Damon had done, except for the fact the triplets, who were in the room, were each chained to the floor underneath the chairs so they had no choice but to attend. A few seats were empty, and a couple of Ramiel's servants lead in Samuel forcing him to have a seat next to Serena, his dead sister. Decay had started to set into her body at this point, but you could still see it was her. Samuel's eyes were wide, and he was shaking.

Ramiel sat at the head of the table, and he called out towards the back door. "Bring in the guest of honor would you?"

Samuel looked up in the direction of the men that were bringing into Theo. "Ramiel you are a son of a bitch."

When he saw it was the Vincent families greatest enemy, the Dragomir family that was bringing Theo into the room.

Nikolai Dragomir, the head of the enemy household, carried the unconscious Theo over to the table and tossed him down onto it like a rag doll, watching as he started to open his eyes.

Theo vaguely woke up as Nikolai carried him into the room. Though he let out a soft groan as he was dropped onto the table like a sack of potatoes. His eyes began to flutter open, his vision swirling as his surroundings came into focus. It was then that he came face to face with Serenas body and cried out with a start. "Oh my god-!" He quickly looked around the room spotting the triplets then Samuel before he looked down at the table and gasped. He remembered his blood running through the grooves in the wood, the first time... "You recreated-" Theo placed hands over his face shaking a bit.

"You're sick-!" Theo accused his captor.

The last person to come into the room was Morgan holding a black carved obsidian box in one hand and her tall black metal staff in the other.

"It is said the killing of a sacred deer is the most sinful and indulgent rite to take part in." She grinned darkly. "I for one can't wait to bear witness" The changeling smiled wickedly. She walked over giving Ramiel a curt nod before she set the black box on a side table.

Theo moved to try and stand up off the table so he could reason with the blood God. "Please don't do this- I'll go to a room with you- just don't make my family watch this-" he pleaded.

Theo wondered just what hell Ramiel was planning. He was going to give the blood God everything?  What did that mean?

Ramiel turned over in the direction of Morgan and smiled. "You brought the box. Good." The Blood God walked over and carefully took the box, started to carefully open it, and revealed a lage ornate red stone inside.

"You probably think I mean to turn you into a vampire. It would make sense you would think so. This looks like a recreation of that night with Damon, but I am not recreating that night, as you can see, I am one upping Damon here."

Ramiel used his magical abilities to transform the stone into a long onyx handled blade and started walking over to where Theo was laying. "This is going to be so much fun."

Theo looked with wide eyes as Ramiel moved over to the box and opened it. "What the hell is that-?" Theo asked weakly as The Blood God withdrew the stone. As it seemed to transform into a blade with a flash though Theo lurched away from Ramiel. 'What exactly are you planning here!? Y-you can't kill me, you'll just have to start over again!" Theo cried out.

In the background Morgan seemed to have a troubled expression. Even he wasn't quite sure what Ramiel would do so he focused on that stone and it's energy. That was when she recalled a familiar feeling from past memories and her eyes went wide.

"Ramiel, that isn't-?"

If it was what she thought it was the blood God was truly insane.

Ramiel gave a toothy grin to Morgan. "Yes this is what you think it is, Morgan." He said to her, smiling almost sweetly. "You will give everything to me Theo, body mind life and soul. You will die for me. You will be mine in every sense of the word, and this time I will not need to start over again, because I will have you right where I want you."

Damon suddenly lost his shit. "Ramiel, no, you can't, Theo! Devan do something. Stop him. We have to. He can't==="

Devan looked over in the direction of Ramiel as he stood over Theo, blade in hand. Devan looked uninterested however. This pissed off Damon even more.

"Oh I am going to kill both of you when I get loose from these restraints." Damon promised.

Stefan held his composure better than anyone except for Devan who did not seem to care. "The Blood is the life." Stefan said, as if that should explain everything.

Theo looked at the blade and struggled against his bindings. "What the fuck is it!?" He asked again desperately.

"Ramiel, surely you realize your plan is worse than not having him at all!?" Morgan tried to reason desperately. But Theo was thinking. If anyone could get free it had to be one of the triplets but which one. Damon was far too emotional. It wracked Theo with grief to see his soul mate cry as he looked at him trying to mouth words of love through the chaos.

Stefan was the rational one, but he seemed, reserved almost? Theo couldn't tell what he was thinking but the man didn't seem as bothered as he should. And Devan, well... Rage flared inside Theo looking at the one triplet who had never come back to him.

In that moment Theo let out a cry of rage. "Devan! Youre- youre- you're a pussy! You're too afraid to feel your god damn feelings so you coil them up inside until they're so suppressed you let Ramiel manipulate them into a tumor in your fucking brain! I'll tell you something, if there were a reward for little bitches who are too afraid of their daddy to be happy then you'd be front runner babe!" Theo spat with Venom like he never had before unloading his emotions into every word, hoping for anything out of the most wild, reckless yet cold and calculating brother.

Devan, who had been lost in a cold dark place in his own mind, felt something strike him with those words. He started clawing his way back out, to Theo. There was rage and pain and hurt and love and everything and nothing all in those words.

"How dare you, you little ingrate." Devan said as he pulled himself lose from the restraints, using strength he did not even know he had to do so. Strained and pained sounds coming from him.

Devan pulled himself loose and leapt onto of Ramiel, pulling the blade from his maker's hands, and stabbing Ramiel in the eye with the thing. While there was a shriek coming from the Blood God, Devan moved over to his mate, and placed the blade against his throat. "How dare you, say such things to me." He cut him ever so slightly, and the blood started to flow.

Theo watched with wide eyes as the chains around Devan began to groan and whine around his muscular form. When they started snapping Theo had to stop from smiling. It had worked, or something had worked anyway.

Theo yelped as his mate got up and tackled the blood God stabbing him in the eye.

Morgan seized the opportunity to run over to where Samuel was sitting and wrapped her arms around him bringing his head to her breast.

"I'm sorry, I love you, but I can't put you through what could come next-" She said. She pulled his face up to look at her and in that moment her form began to shift and change to that of a Morgan who was much more familiar to Sam.

Softly Morgan whispered a sleep spell on his lover to spare his mind whatever was to come.

Morgan flicked his wrist causing the chains around the triplets to turn to dust.

"It's now or never, he's weak, kill the Blood God!" Morgan shouted and raised his staff swinging it and sending a beam of magic at Ramiel.

Theo swallowed a lump as Devan held the blade to his throat, whimpering as he felt it cut his skin. "Devan please, I know you're in there, you know you're in there. Come back to me, us. Please. You won't kill me." Theo leaned up planting his lips on Devan's.

Devan did not notice Morgan's transformation into his regular form. He was oblivious in that moment to anything but the fact that Theo had enraged him. The taste of Theo's lips on his, it should have stirred longing and love within him. Anything except what it did.

"You thought you knew me. You thought I was kind, loving, and gentle and all the things you needed when Damon was fucking you over. But I am not. I am anything but what you believe me to be. I am in here. You brought me out. Be careful what you wish for, my love. You just might get it."

With that Devan raised the blade above Theo's heart and when Stefan and Damon both realized what Devan, the good one was about to do, the both struggled against the bonds, Damon freeing himself first, Stefan second, and they both made a mad dash towards Devan to stop him. But they were too late. The blade came down on Theo, stabbing him in the heart.

Scarlet Chrysalis

Morgan shot off another withering spell at his master the blood God before he realized no one had come to his call. So he turned his head.

That was when Devan brought down the knife with the other two running towards them.

Theo let out a deafening scream as the obsidian blade penetrated him all the way to the heart. Theo choked and spasmed for a moment before the knife suddenly began to break down into viscous liquid, flowing into the wound Devan had crested.

An even more haunting straggling scream of agony left the human as he spit up more and more blood that began to drip on the floor.

Eventually Theo just stopped moving. The blood didn't stop flowing however creating a big puddle filling the sound of silence in the room.

Minutes passed with Theos seemingly lifeless body laying on the table dripping blood. Until the blood began to ripple.

Suddenly from the impossibly large puddle an arm shot out then another and the set began to haul themselves out of the liquid. After a few moments a nude figure bathed in red stood in the middle of the room. Gently it closed its eyes and put its palms together. The man seemed so familiar but obscured to almost everyone in the room.

Then it spoke in Theos Voice

"Rejoice!" It cried. "The time of enlightenment is upon us my friends. All shall bathe in his crimson glory and rejoice in the scarlet gospels."

The figure pointed to the body on the table which dissipated into more blood before all the sanguine fluid in the room began to flow through the grooves of the stone and up his legs. It wrapped around him until bandages like that of a mummy coiled partiallybaround his body and formed a hood.

"I am his hands and he is my body, all is one with infinity under the Sanguine rite. Pain and pleasure are mine to give. Experience it all."

Theo rose into the air and spread his arms. Barbed wire began to flow out of cracks in the wall wrapping around the limbs and torso of every person in the room aside from Theo and Ramiel.

Ramiel was among the few in tha room that realized what had been unleashed. The Harbinger, the one to bring in the end of all things, and the beginning of a new era. What he saw in that moment was the thing he had feared all along, and he hoped that he had the power to stop this. It might even take the power of the entire Triad, something that had not been used since the created rites of the lesser races, but Ramiel had to try.

"Fuck Devan what did you just do? You don't have the power to control creation. Thanks to you, you idiot, I'm not even sure that I do anymore." Ramiel tried not to show his fear in that second, and glared at Theo and commanded. "Stand down. Now."

Theo smiled sickly at the blood God. His eyes dark shimmering voids.

"No child of blood. You know why I'm here... To save them all... From you. You've been playing with the delicate fabrics of reality far too recklessly. You are a waking hell and the gods grow tired. I grow tired."

Theo hugged himself and closed his eyes with an expression almost like ecstasy.

"I shall embrace each and every life, even if my path leads me to devilry. I will unwind the laws of this reality and weave them annew."

"... and you won't stand in my way ancient one." With a flash Theo was in front of his creator and his hand punched into his chest wrapping around his heart. He leaned into Ramiels face speaking with pity.

"Do you know what it's like, I wonder, to have your heart ripped out, and then regrown, then ripped out again? Do you know what it's like to be killed over and over again for love?" In another flash Theo was feet away again licking blood from his fingers.

"It is no matter, you shall all become one with me in the end." He smirked and in a shift of shadow The Harbinger was gone.

The barbed wire disappeared releasing all it's captives and Morgan dropped to the ground, crawling over to Samuel.

"Ramiel what the were you thinking? What was that?"

Morgan asked.

Ramiel looked up from where he was hunched over on the floor. A moment before Theo hand literally held his heart in his hands. Before he had only done so symbolically but this, was something else entirely, this moment where he very nearly had had his heart ripped from his chest.

Morgan, while standing protectively next to Samuel, asked him the million dollar question. What the hell had he done?

What was that?

"Are you familar with the Creation Rites Morgan?" A female voice interjected, as Linarael the Fae Queen stepped into the room with an Angelic figure. "My brother here was trying to do the Creation Rites, making a sacrifice of Theo to remake the world in his own image. It failed because Devan lost his shit and tried to kill his mate. He succeeded, well sort of.

Theo died and was resurrected as the Habinger. Ramiel created exactly the thing that he has feared since the beginning, his own end."

Cassiel moved over towards where Ramiel was standing on one knee, and helped his brother up. "She want's to throw you throw a brick wall right now you know, brother."

What will you do?

Morgan had to exercise great strength as he recognized the voice that came into the room. Sure he and Linarael weren't actively enemies this time around, but he still didn't like her.

He listened to the explanation with a flat expression, taking a moment every so often to pet his lovers sleeping head. "Oh great so Ramiel took the apocalypse and put it inside Theo and you guys are just showing up now!?"

He lay Sam down gently and stood up looking the three progenitors in the eyes. "So what do we do? How do we stop him- C-can we get Theo back?"

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The Harbinger appeared miles away in a quiet hospital. If there was one thing that still governed all of Ramiels worlds, it was death, and the fear of it. Dying meant something to everyone

He couldn't think of much of a better way to piss Ramiel off than to turn his worlds laws upside down. He wanted that man to pay for fucking with the world so much. It was his turn.

Nurses and orderlies approached him but he simply put them to sleep. As much as it would've been easier to send them to Nirvana there and then, he really wanted to fuck with his creator.

He heard crying and sensed suffering down the hall. Following his instincts the dark one went into a room with women and children crying over a male figure. The man was young, but Theo could feel his heart was very weak.

Walking in, the woman screamed and shielded her children as the Harbinger walked up to the dying man. Theo held a hand out and a dark shadow tendril struck out from his palm into the patients chest. The man sat up with a Choking gasp for air.

"Nirvana is coming, no sense in keeling over now." With that he left the room.

That night breaking news story after story would hit the media waves. People who were dying, suddenly weren't.

Everything had unfolded rather quickly, with Stefan and Damon being unable to stop Devan from stabbing Theo. Devan had had the intention of killing his mate, and just because he had been unsuccessful did not mean he was forgiven.

When the dust settled finally, and the Harbinger had released them all from the barbed wire, Damon and Stefan for a moment seemed to contemplate what to do.

"I'm going to kill you, you son of a bitch." Damon said to Devan as he rushed him, only to find Cassiel stepping in between him and Damon in order to prevent exactly that.

When Stefan suddenly stated. "You'll have to get in line." The Fae Queen knocked Stefan back onto his ass effortless and then Ramiel looked to both of them in awe, not knowing what to say or do about the problem he caused.

Linarael turned her gaze in the direction of Morgan and said. "We must do the Creation Rites again. This means we have to sacrifice someone in order to do it. It is the only way I know of to undo the damage my idiot of a brother did." She sighed and said. "I don't suppose I have any volunteers?"

Morgan continued to shoot each member of the triad a glare. Firstly Cassiel was the most tolerable bit Morgan saw him as a narcissistic layabout who only stepped in when convenient. He found Linarael and Ramiel basically insufferable all together.

When Linarael proposed her idea Morgan's eyes went wide. "No no no, we're not giving the triad another soul to torment just because you three can't keep a hold on your own worlds. If anyone should die for this it should be Devan or Ramiel, they're the ones at fault here." The mage spat.

Just then the TV in a nearby room started to buzz with loud static.

"Now, is this thing on?" Came the harbingers voice as he appeared on a local hijacked news broadcast. Bodies strung about behind him.

"Ahhh, there we are! Hello hello my children... Attention Apockaleptika! It is I the bringer of the end times. As you may have noticed things around the city have been getting rather odd.

Let me assure you it's all going to get worse! Now now now my flesh bags do not fret for I offer salvation.

Now it is true, this world is ending. But I'm not a complete monster! I'd love to send you all somewhere nice! A Nirvana perhaps. A place where humans and otherkin will thrive and live peacefully and happily.

But, it order to do that I need more."

He cackled a bit.

"Here's the deal. If you masses don't want to go out with a bang when the world does, bring me three things. The blood of Ramiel, and lots of it, The Tongue of her highness the fae queen herself, and the wings of the weeping angel Cassiel. Do that and Nirvana is waiting for all of you. Or if you think you've got a shot, bring them to me alive."

He leaned into the monitor and gave his invisible audience a wicked grin.

"And a special message for the Vincent triplets. This invitation extends to you. Aren't you tired of the triad fucking with your lives, Damon, Devan, Stefan? Work with me and they won't be able to again... Well except for Devan. I'm probably going to just eat his soul.

Anyway you've got some thinking to do apockaleptika... You, or the triad? I'll be waiting for your answer at the top of the tallest building in the city." Dark Theo gave the camera a wave. "Evil dreams my children." He bid everyone before the broadcast ended.

Cassiel looked up at the television while Theo made his demands, and then looked over at Ramiel and Devan and said. "You two idiots really screwed up. Now he is after me, and that is unacceptable."

"My tongue. He actually asked for my tongue?" Linarael replied, laughing out loud at the irony of it. "I have been told I have quite the mouth but---"

Ramiel sighed. "So his plan is basically turn the world against us, stop death, and send everyone to Nirvana."

"That almost sounds good. Except we know that the new age he ushers in will not be anything good. He is tainted by that Lake of Blood." Stefan replied. He picked himself up off the ground, and they all looked over at Devan.

"This is bullshit, I am leaving. I am not going to stand around and listen to everyone blame me for this." Devan replied as he started storming off.

Morgan's Plan

Morgan was watching the broadcast with gritted teeth. It was a conundrum, what Theo proposed sounded good, and the triad needed to be held for their irresponsibility as of late. Whatever Theo had planned though couldn't be good if this harbinger was more evil than the triad was neutral, they'd be in a lot of trouble.

As everyone turned to look at Devan and the man began to storm off Morgan suddenly teleported in front of him and gave the man a hard slap against the cheek.

"You're not going anywhere... You really don't get it do you? Theo felt that way about you because you made him"

"In both senses of the word. You sire bonded him to you in the past and then played all nice til he fell in love. Ever since then you've just tortured his heart. He never gave Ramiel a chance because he had already asked Damon and YOU to share. You made that man fall helplessly in love with you to the point he married you. He married you, he married Damon, and because he thought you loved him he held off on his feelings for Ramiel." Morgan looked him sternly in the eyes.

"You decided to play games with people's hearts leading Ramiel to reset the world twice! The end of this world won't just be your fault, so will the last two! All the pain and suffering wrought on you these last two lives has been your own damn fault so quit feeling bad for yourself."

Morgan looked around the room. "And as much as much as I'd like to see the triad learn a lesson, I don't want to live in Dark Nirvana."

"I have an idea, Theo has a strong soul that probably fighting for everything it's got right now. If we can separate the soul from the evil surrounding it we might have a chance. I think with our combined efforts we could seal the evil away without having to sacrifice anyone."

After Morgan had revealed his plan, talking about the best option for them to deal with Theo and the looming Apocalypse, Cassiel spoke, taking the lead, stating that they would get together as a Triad and seal the evil inside Theo until they could come up with a way to get rid of it completely.

The three members of the Triad, led by the eldest, Cassiel, confronted Theo while he was on the news, and the Triad spoke an incantation that would at least temporarily protect the world from the Harbinger. They purchased a new dawn for the world, and noone even had to die this time.

The Vincent family was a mess currently. Even before the Creation Rites had been worked between Theo under the blade of Devan Vincent, Devan had tried to literally kill Damon, Serena Vincent was dead, Everyone was fighting, and without a doubt the last thing Theo needed was to be in the presence of any of them.

Father Frank Callahan understood this, and the Unitarian priest came, and announced he was taking Theo back with him whether his family liked it or not, and he was going to have him under his protection.

Currently Frank was reading in the guest room, while Theo lay sound asleep. He was undoubtedly going to be a mess when he woke up. Frank however was prepared.