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Post by Mujing Sen on May 14, 2009 11:06:25 GMT -4
The library was empty and dark, not so unusual considering it was closed. Mujing's only source of light came from his flashlight and the occasional burst of lightening. The building's security system had been a joke and the raging storm had driven everyone inside their homes, so the occultist was relatively certain he would not be disturbed. Normally, the young man would have come during the day for research, but the book he was searching for were not available to the public.
It took him a few minutes to find the head librarian's office, but seconds to pick the lock on the door. Mujing was pleasantly surprised to find that the book in question was lying out in the open, and not in a vault as he had expected. Apparently who ever was in charge of this place was an idiot. Handling the book, he couldn't help but marvel at the detail on the cover. At first glance, it was a work of art.
Taking a seat, Mujing flipped the book open. He wasn't here to appraise the book after all, it was the information within the tomb that drew his interest. If his source was to be believed, it would help him get past the angelic defense. It only took a few minutes of translating for his antique training to kick back in. The Latin was wrong. It was Latin yes, but far too current for the book's age.
"It's a fake." Mujing muttered to himself, displeased that he had wasted his time.
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Post by Mixston Roth on May 14, 2009 15:47:34 GMT -4
Mixston had bought his time he had to these days it had taken far more then he would have liked to silence the little prick he still shared the body with but those days were numbered. He could feel the end coming and with that he knew he would be stronger much stronger and "Mixston Roth" would be nothing but a piss poor memory to his parents. But intil then he would buy his time accordingly.
Tonight though held a special purpose and the insufferable brat had been put down like a lame dog and Mixston had slipped away from the apple pie life and made his way into the world of darkness where he belonged. He had followed Mujing Sen for a time and he knew who the ex-hunter now served and that would fit greatly into Mixston's plan as the fallen angel had a rather large bone to pick with the archangels who had seen to his removal fom heaven...self righteous bastards. But everyone could be served with the most recent tool Mixston had come to own...all would be served indeed.
The rain and darkness had cloaked him well and he silently followed into the library until he heard the ex-hunters vocie proclaim the book was a fake...of course it was a simple incantation by itself could never silence a Prophet it took more then that.
"I can get you the Prophet."
Mixston stepped out of the darkness of the library hallway and into the office where Mujing was.
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Post by Mujing Sen on May 15, 2009 23:05:12 GMT -4
Mujing was looked up, surprised both because someone had managed to sneak up on him, and that it was a teenage boy who did the sneaking. The occultist took it as a sign that he should pay attention to whatever the kid was selling. Anyone who could sneak up on him had to be at least a little dangerous.
"Who are you, and what's this about getting the prophet?"
Others might have tried to play dumb, but Mujing had little patience. If this boy wasn't helpful, then a dagger would silence him better than a lie.
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Post by Mixston Roth on May 15, 2009 23:30:42 GMT -4
"Mixston Roth would be the current name I'm using...but surely not my original one," he explained making his way further into the room and casting a glance at the book which the ex-hunter had found to be a fake.
"The Prophet...Chuck...the one who holds the answers to everything in regards to how the end draws near and has no intention of shairng his knowledge...willingly. I can get him for you...so you can get him for your master...it's all rather simple Mujing and I am sure that Lilith would be pleased with the...gift shall we call it."
Mixston continued wanting to make sure Mujing understood he was not some mis-informed teenage boy.
"You have a witch on your side do you not?...A powerful dark witch?"
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Post by Mujing Sen on May 16, 2009 12:28:42 GMT -4
The more the teen spoke, the more Mujing became convinced that the the other knew what he was talking about. Mixston Roth, or whoever he really was, definitely knew a lot about what the occultist had been up to recently.
"The vampire, yes. What does she have to do with this?"
There was something nagging the ex-hunter. What did this stranger gain from all of this?
"What's your interest in this anyway? You said Mixston is not your original name. Are you a demon, or something else?"
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Post by Mixston Roth on May 16, 2009 15:29:50 GMT -4
"She holds the final touch to what we will need to do in order to...silence the prophet per say so that angels won't be able to sense when he is in danger thus allowing you and your master to do what you wish with him," Mixston explained.
"Something else would be a good classification and I will gain a lot from this Mujing...more then you know. You see it is my brothers...or well ex-brothers as it would seem who hold protection over your prophet. The same ones who stand in your way are the same ones who tore from me what was not theirs and casted me down from heaven...you could say I have waited patiently to right the wrongs dealt against me. Your masters progression in her war is important to me as well and my you taking the prophet it will send a rather crystal clear sign to those above that I have not withered into the ground as they had once hoped," Mixston said as he paced the span of the small office.
"The name I was created with...one which no longer fits me but I am sure you being an cultist would have some knowledge of would be Abaddon...but that name no longer serves me."
It was an easy plan in truth; if all of the pieces were to go proplery together it would work perfectly.
"The Band of Judas...forged of the 30 pieces of silver used to betray Christ is what will get you your prophet. With the proper charm upon it all that will be left is to locate the prophet and seal it upon his wrist," Mixston said as his hand slipped into the pocket of his jacket and pulled out a silver wrist band with several latin spells already written upon it but there was a final blank space of the band which lay emty and that would be up to the witch to seal the band together.
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Post by Mujing Sen on May 18, 2009 11:23:41 GMT -4
Mujing was stunned. He had excepted the existence of demon's from a young age, but he was still adjusting to the notion of angels. Fengyu had been the only one in his family to believe in that sort of thing. Guess his sister couldn't be wrong all the time. This boy was claiming to be a fallen angel, and a powerful one to boot.
The fallen angel's plan was a good one, Lilith would be pleased to hear it. It only confirmed the wisdom of gaining the alliance with Marisolla Ledeara. If the witch was willing to go along with the job, his master would have the information she so desired.
"You're plan intrigues me Mr Roth. Would you like to speak to Lilith yourself, or just have me pass along the message?"
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Post by Mixston Roth on May 19, 2009 9:39:16 GMT -4
A sly smirk crossed Mixston's face as Mujing inquired about informing Lilith; that was something he hadn't inteded to do at all actually. Not for any true reason it had just seemed like an un-necessary step to him.
"I think getting to your witch first would be the way to go; without her charm to complete the band it's useless on a Prophet...and doesn;t Lilith enjoy a good surprise now and again? I hear she at times has a rather childlike disposition if you will...I assume you showing up with the Prophet would make a far larger impact...wouldn;t you think?"
It was never hard to play on the eomotions of others and it was clear from what Mix knew that Mujing had come to the point where he lived to serve Lilith and her will and he wanted to make her "happy" so to speak...as far as one really made a demon happy.
It was no matter to him what he foought for just that they all fought for the same end...and they did: the release of Lucifer and a literal hell on earth; the battle to end all battles.
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Post by Mujing Sen on May 22, 2009 9:55:49 GMT -4
Mujing considered Mixston's words. If this was something that cold be taken care of without his master's help, then there really was no reason to bother her over it. Lilith was busy enough with the seals, she didn't need this extra task taking up her time.
"Very well, I'll get in contact with the witch. Will she need to be present when we confront the prophet, or can the band's completion be done beforehand?"
Truth be told, the ex-hunter was excited at the thought of taking the prophet from under the noses of his angelic guard. His last encounter with Chuck Shurley had been an embarrassment, and only revenge would sooth Mujing's damaged ego.
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Post by Mixston Roth on May 22, 2009 10:43:10 GMT -4
"No the witch doesn;t need to go anywhere need the prophet...nobody saves for yourself and me until we securely have him. The mroe people know about any of this the greater the risk is for the angels to recieve a sign of it...and you would not wish to fail correct?" Mixston explained continueing his pace along the small space.
"We will need to go to the witch...myself with you as no offense I do not know you near enough to trust you with this," Mixston stated motioning towards the band before he slipped it into his pocket once more.
"If she is loyal we will take it to her and she will place the last charm upon it quickly and we will be; time cannot be wasted."
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Post by Mujing Sen on May 23, 2009 19:25:29 GMT -4
That the fallen angel didn't trust him was in no way surprising, Mujing had no intention of trusting it either. They each saw the other as a means to an end, nothing more.
"No offense taken, I can leave as soon as you are ready."
Mujing had just reported to Lilith the day before, so she would not expect to hear from him any time soon. It would take less than two days to drive to Salem, Massachusetts. A simple phones call would ensure that the witch would be expecting them, there would be no reason for him to have to explain what they needed from her until their arrival.
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Post by Mixston Roth on May 28, 2009 22:56:10 GMT -4
Mixston smiled slyly as Mujing agreed to the plan at hand just as he had hoped the demon minion would. It made life much easier when the other party agreed with the terms at hand.
"Excellent to hear Mr. Sen. Meet me in 2 hours outside of the gates of the St. Peter's Cathederal and we will go to pay that witch of yours a visit...here is hoping she is willing as it would be a shame to have to force help," Mixston replied sharlpy before turning to make his way out of the office and out of the ibrary into the waiting grasps of the night outside.
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