Kiss My eyes and lay me to sleep [Closed;Finished]

[Yurik Deminov]

[Nice Godmod there Oracle, I think I'll let it slide, seeing as you need at least two weeks to post a reply ]

I admit it, I was caught off surprise. I typically can hear or sense a back attack coming, but I allowed my hunger to get the best of me it seems. I am on my back, with a pole arm of sorts in my face, how crude. I'll make sure he see's his own heart before he expires. I stare at him, his appearance has changed now, and I suspect this is his real form, he should no that white clothing and the immenant prospect of sodomy are totally contrary, but he is of course 'prey'.

"Oracle you say. Then tell me why have you not forseen your own death you idiot. I wipe my ass with the names of your dead gods." I say, my eyes flashing as I grab the pole in my face, using void to turn it into a vicious serpent, who ferociously bites into Oracle's scrawny arm. My hand on the serpents tail ensure my own personal venom courses into his veins as I see the image of flaming debris from that witch I was pursuing. Oh well, I cannot fight them both, and I sink into the shadow covered ground, leaving the poisoned fool to a fiery fate, laughing as I disappear.

"I will find you, and dine on your vitals soon my pet." I say to her, as I leave this place, bored of these people now.

[Oracle]

Oracle grabbed the arm the snake bit him in as he watched the vampire disappear, now knowing that he had made a mortal enemy with him. He closed his eyes and started to concentrate, and with it, the hand covering up his wound glowed gray, using his own void magic to heal the wound. He coughed after feeling what small amount of poison enter his bloodstream. He didn't need his void powers to heal himself from the poison; he already had a very strong immune system for him to be alive for a good amount of centuries. But with the poison that did enter his system, he received a name of who it could belong to; one that Oracle knew he would run across again.

Yurik Deminov.

He looked back at Sara, still hoping that he wasn't visible to her. Just in case, he flew behind her and transformed back into his Hako guise. But before he made himself visible, he felt something in his inside jacket pocket. He took it out and found a folder. When he looked inside, it showed pictures of every single disguise he used in the mortal world; from Hako to Mr. Miracle. He tried to think about who could have slipped this in without him knowing.

Then he remembered when Hokata's brother leaned against his shoulder after trying to flirt with the two with his Hako guise. It must have been him

Damn it, he thought. Who is this guy?

But he laid these situations to rest for the time being. Yurik was gone for now, and he had to deal with Sara until he decided that he was wasting his time. He heard the threat Yurik gave to her, but that didn't matter to him. She was a big girl that evidently knew how to handle herself. After all, she is a Devil Saint; her name might be Sara, but she's no Sarah Connor.
And he was no Terminator.

"Sara?" he said in a weak and frail girlie voice as he made himself visible again behind her. "Sara, what the hell just happened?"

[Akuma Sara]

The man left, the "battle" now over. Sara sighed a breath of relief as she turned back to Hako, who Sara notice to be very silent the entire time. The magic that was on the ground and kept their feet in the stone soon vanished.

"It's nothing." Sara said with a smile, "You should go home and forget about this night, even me." This was Sara's plan: ditch the boy and make sure to use the key when she was back in her room, where it was safe. That is AFTER she paid the hotel.

Sara helped Hako up and kissed Hako on the cheek, walking away away shortly after.

[Oracle]

As Hako, Oracle stood there confused. But as himself, he knew this was the end of his mission. He did admit; if this Yurik character did not interfere in the first place, he probably would have received the information he sought within the Devil Saint. But, he knew when he was defeated. And while he may not have lost the battle between his vampiric counterpart, he knew he lost the unfought battle with Sara.

But he had to milk whatever the situation allowed. He couldn't just watch Sara walk away and not do anything to form some kind of back-up plan. So he took advantage over the situation the way a scrawny, somewhat needy, blue-haired homosexual man with a collar around his throat would handle it.

"Will I ever see you again?" he asked. He started to walk toward Sara.

"I know that what happened here tonight was just flat out weird and creepy," he said on his way. "One minute, we're having fun at a bar and the next we're being stalked by someone who obviously knew how to fly. Then you apparently have some kind of abilities that freaked the hell out of me."
He sighed.

"But through all this, we learned that we could trust each other. And I don't really want to end our friendship on 'forget you ever met me.'"
Oracle saddened his face to that of an abandoned puppy.
"It's been a while since I had a good friend," he said as he made his eyes tear up, "and I don't want to loose that now that I found you."

[Akuma Sara]

Sara wanted to turn and face the one name Hako but she couldn't. She knew that if she looked into his eyes she couldn't lie to her new acquired friend. She tried to focus on the crowd of scared shit-less people that were looking outside the door from where they stand. The young woman who knew how to speak her mind now had a lump in her throat and it was getting harder to breathe.

But she knew she had to.

In a her heart, she knew that Hako was right and that she did in way was going to leave him with questions unanswered. But in her mind, she knew that saying everything will put him in danger and being human her self, she had a feeling that he wasn't ready to see his lover anytime soon.

She took a deep breath.

"Your...right," she aid it softly as she turned around slowly, a tear running down her right eye, "but my line of work is something you shouldn't know about. Outsiders shouldn't know about it unless they need it, trust me on that."

She moved her amber hair away from her eyes. She then held her right hand in place. "Maybe in another time we could have been close but..." With a wave of her hand, she let out a wall of flame between them "...things were made to be forgotten."

Sara quickly ran into the door of the hotel and made a left and up the stairs. On the way up the stairs she grabbed her card key out the coat pocket.

I sure do know how to put on a show... she thought to her self as she slid the card down the slot, the beep telling her it was OK to open the door.

Grabbing her purse, she reached in and took out her Devil Saint key. It was time to go back.

She held the silver key withing her right hand, taking a deep breath she said with a calm voice:

Those who must be put to rest

Good-bye,Hako...

I hold right now the D Saint crest.

Maybe one day

I use this key as my keep,

We will meet again

So I can kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep...

Password accepted, a female voice called out from the key itself, Would you like to return to the Devil Saint room, Miss Sara? it was her one of her subordinates

"Yes, but I want you to look into any funny signals from my trip, something happen while I was away. I want a full report coming to me once you are done."

Yes Miss Sara. We are opening the door now.

Bye...