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Jul 14, 2016 19:46:28 GMT -6
Post by OPHELIA REDENTORE on Jul 14, 2016 19:46:28 GMT -6
Ophelia, Meeting, @open lyrics @ Lana Del Rey. notes – words - 640ish
In the Land of Gods and Monsters I was an Angel
The hunt was exhilarating, killing was a sport that needs to be taken very seriously because the one thing Ophelia hates to do it fuck up a hunt. The worst insult hat anyone could say to Ophelia would be that she allowed someone to live, what kind of indecency is that? If Ophelia is going to kill, she makes sure the deed is done so there’s no such thing to fake it until you make it as she will make sure her targets are dead. Ophelia has no problem in killing as she is the Brethren’s truest psycho, yet they still took her in and taught her the word of God in hopes that would make her a better person, or at least a person with mortals. Although, the brethren has only managed to make a dent into the dark world of Ophelia Redentore because she is still murderous and she is still a woman of terror, but what trips most people out is her smile. Ophelia never smiled when she was young, she never even gave a hint of emotion as she was a blunt young girl who spoke dark things.
If you knew Ophelia, you would know why she was so messed up and so dark as her childhood, to most, would be very disturbing. Although, to her family, she lived a normal, and her family believed teaching your child how to create a bomb at twelve would be family time or watching a chicken run around with its head cut off as party games. Opehlia doesn’t share her past life, she doens;t speak of it, and she tries to ignore it, but not for the reasons you might think because some would assume that her memories would be too painful and dark since she is on the righteous path. Although, that oculdn;t have been anymore wrong as Ophelia just doesn’t want anybody else to figure that she was a murderer, which is a bit too late as the Bretheren knows that part of her, though if others found out she could be sure to have police at her door at any moment.
Killing for the Bretheren is just Ophelia’s way of being gracious that they are willing to keep her and her secret. Joining the Brethren wasn’t her chosen option as she did not want to join them and resented the idea of joining Jesus freaks and their crusade for righteous, the first time Ophelia heard about it she screamed for the devils to come whisk her away from the atrocities. The Head-Priest of the division actually gave Ophelia an exorcism because she was so against them as she hissed at them, clawed, and bit at those who tried to restrain her, though imagine their surprise when they just figured out she was a psychopath. Eventually, Ophelia joined them because of all their methods began to rub off on her and she started caring, which made her cry the first time she felt something for another person. She will tell you, compassion hurts like a bitch.
Currently, it was in the middle of the night and Ophelia stood in front of a bench looking at a dead woman whose neck was sliced open, with visual claw marks. The body was found overnight and Ophelia was sent to investigate all because it could be a volatile situation, and Ophelia is a volatile weapon. The hunter was ready for anything, she had a weapon for every species, though demons and witches were probably the hardest ones to take care of. Ophelia leaned in closer to examine the body, probably not that long the person had been dead, making things all the more easier for her to find the damn thing that killed this person.
Living in the Garden Of Evil
Credit to @emily
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▲ Days go on forever, But I have not left your side. We can chase the dark together.
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Jul 19, 2016 11:46:09 GMT -6
Post by WOLF SANTO on Jul 19, 2016 11:46:09 GMT -6
Traces of your voice I know it, I know it so well Waking in the storm I can feel you, I can feel you with me Can I go again
Oh your reckless, your reckless life goes I cannot defend, this untamed heart is waiting I am standing on the edge Take me over, take me over See how fast this life can change Take me further, lead me further
Night had descended upon the city. Like a phantom, Wolf moved among the city lights. Truth be told, he missed the stars. To much light pollution. Of course, Faith loved the earth, and humanity as a whole. He might have been kicked out of heaven, and forced into hell to pay for his love for another angel-- but Wolf still cared about the mortal realm. He was still part demon, but much of it had been destroyed at the hands of the Brethren. Although, despite his purpose as a master of creating weapons, he still was walking on eggshells around his teammates. Wolf, even after all the corruption in hell, still carried a compassionate heart. That alone, made him who he was. He had seen the good and bad of the world. He it least hoped that he put more good back into the world as is. Werewolves, vampires, Wiccans, and Demons, he knew how to destroyed them. How to kill, how to undo them. Wolf was good at killing, maybe a little to good. However, he also felt responsible for taking the life of innocent supernatural creatures as well. They and himself, had a lot in common.
He sighed, as he stepped off the sidewalk and away from the cityscape. He carried a pistol loaded with silver bullets, and a dagger, dipped in deadman’s blood, which was lethal to vampires. He was armed tonight, because he had been dispatched to check on another team members. Wolf, would have been happier, simply working away on his weapons, but somehow-- he knew that this was just as important. Seldom, did he ever speak with his other teammates. They viewed him differently. They still saw a demon in him, and on the rare occasion, he would lose control. Reverting back to his hellhoud form. As he walked, his eyes grasped around his environment. It was silent, maybe a little to silent for his own good.
He wondered, what Alex would think of him as this pivotal point. He had unloaded all of his concerned and fears, upon the one women who knew him far to well. She was an angel, in a wiccans body. Kind of the same ordeal that Wolf had. People had died, leaving bodies behind. He wondered, was this all apart of his father’s plan. Angels, and Demons, they weren’t that far apart. Demons, had once been angels as well. They had followed Lucifer in rebellion, and been sent into the lake of fire. As he turned the corner, he spotted Ophelia, who was kneeled over a body. He knew about her past, the awful things that she had done, and done to herself. He questioned his team for allowing into the fold, but Wolf wasn’t so different either.
He approached, keeping some distance between them both. “I came to check in on you.”, his voice was deep. His eyes narrowed on the body. Something had ripped out the throat of the dead body. It looked like a vampire had done it, and if it had been a lycan attack-- the body would have been torn to shreds. Brown hues studied, both features. He wasn’t about to complain, after all, the team needed each other. They all came from separate walks of life. Not many knew about Wolf’s past, but he was more insightful then most of the members from the Brethren. “Looks like the handy work of a vampire.”, he said changing his eye sight to the horizon. He could see the moon, almost completely full. If he enjoy a challenge, it was killing werewolves. They had more of a warrior’s mentality. He stood motionless, and turned his back, awaiting a response, or something from Ophelia.
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Jul 28, 2016 19:04:40 GMT -6
Post by OPHELIA REDENTORE on Jul 28, 2016 19:04:40 GMT -6
Ophelia, Meeting, WOLF SANTO lyrics @ Lana Del Rey. notes – words - 610ish
In the Land of Gods and Monsters I was an Angel
Ophelia was carefully examining the dead body as she noticed the rips and tears at the mortals neck, then more going down. The clothes were in shreds, opposing some personal things about the mortal Ophelia didn’t care much to see, although that’s a part of her job to check for signs that it was indeed a supernatural attack. From what Ophelia was observing the attacker was just looking for a kill as there were new missing chunks out of the mortal, nor does Ophelia see any bites marks near the neck or wrist of the mortal. Judging the moon outside, it could have been a werewolf, but from prior experiences a werewolf wouldn’t have left the body just sitting around, and more less be by itself when it made the attack. Unless San Fan has a rogue wolf on the loose, Ophelia believes the kill was made by something else. The dark haired huntress turned towards Wolf as he came walking towards her, speaking about coming to check on her, and Ophelia just rolled her eyes before looking back at the cold corpse. “I don’t need a baby-sitter, devil’s spawn, go bother someone who is actually looking for your attention.” Ophelia said smartly, which shows Wolf that she isn’t much of a team player in the first place.
Ophelia has always done things on her own, she has never told anyone of her past because she has a dangerous and more a psychotic pass. Killing her own family with an axe, then killed anybody else who wanted to arrest her after that, which got a name for herself within the public, and to embrace she got it as a tattoo: OHAA, Ophelia Has An Axe. Nobody in the Brotherhood knows what it means, and she wasn’t going to tell them anyway because that’s just more people on her actually case, which was still going on. Ophelia had to move from London to get away from the Coppers who were pending for her arrest and by now she might be a national criminal, but she hasn’t seen much on television about her. Although, the moment they learn of her real identity as a merciless killer, and still was one, then they would probably off her head, but not if she could kill them first or run away first.
Ophelia turned to face Wolf as she was already annoyed by his comments, she placed her hands on her hips as she eyed the demon halfbreed with a steely look, “Honestly Wolf, if you would stop looking at this as a common vampire kill, you would see that its more than lacerations on the neck.” Ophelia motioned for the other hunter to come closer for him to see as she took out a dagger from her hip to point the blade towards the claw marks on the chest, “You see these marks? There are three jagged slashes, where a werewolf has five jagged slashes,” Ophelia continued,” The neck also doesn’t have any puncture wounds, and if you continue looking at the nature of the kill, you would see the flesh is still intact as if it was never eaten from.” Ophelia turned her head to Wolf, “Obviously, whatever did this, just wanted to kill this poor baby.” Ophelia smiled excitedly, when she spoke you could hear a bit of her British accent, “The poor slum came at the wrong time, would be exciting to find this new killer.”
Living in the Garden Of Evil
Credit to @emily
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▲ Days go on forever, But I have not left your side. We can chase the dark together.
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Sept 1, 2016 12:03:10 GMT -6
Post by WOLF SANTO on Sept 1, 2016 12:03:10 GMT -6
I will fail you Of that I'm sure I will remind you of the pain forevermore And when my sins are just a memory Faith restored I will fail you To the core
Wolf, was still viewed as a monster amongst the Brethren. The only person who understood his position was Alex. She loved him so dearly, and Wolf knew that someone finally knew of his sins. After all, he hadn’t always been a demon. He once was an angel of the lord. He had purpose, shepherding souls of the dead to the other side. However, loving Alex had resulted of him being cast into the flames of hell. God claimed pure, and devotional love-- but only to himself. None of the angels could love each other. Supreme loyalty was expected all the time. Something that Wolf understood. Lucifer had disobeyed and was cast into the flames of hell. Sure, he had started a rebellion, but Wolf knew why. He expected his fellow angels to bow before the human race, which, Wolf had little faith in. How could a being of supreme compassion, turn his own kin into ashes. Punishing them with damnation and hellfire if they refuse to follow him. The same thing occurred for the angels.
Of late, it felt like God and the angels had turned their backs on the human race. Abandoning them in a time of need. Wolf, even tried praying, but his prayers went unanswered. God, had turned his back on his fellow creations. It seemed that it was the ultimate form of damnation. Wolf knew that everything came back to him and Alex. Perhaps, if they worked together, help would be granted to the humans. So far, the Brethren had killed for God, but they didn’t know the true work of the lord. Senseless killing of innocent supernatural creatures, those that just tried to get through day to day. To the Brethren, all of these creatures tended to be heathens. Was Wolf any different? They only kept him around for his ability to create deadly weapons. However, they would destroy him if he failed to severe a purpose. It was Vatican that had decided to spare him. Even when working with the Brethren, Wolf still felt trapped-- an unwanted member of the team. Then again, he didn’t blame Ophelia. She was a lose cannon. She didn’t play well with others, and Wolf wasn’t about to have that conversation with her.
He remained stationary, his eyes narrowing on the kill. Clearly, he hadn’t studied the corpse enough. He spoke, “Clearly, I am mistaken.” His lips turned to a smirk. “Obviously, you don’t need any help. Clearly, you’re capable of handling yourself, but working alone is the best way to get yourself slaughtered. I might only make the weapons, but I’ve experienced things that this team could benefit from. After all, how much do you really know about your precious God?” He fell silent for a moment, then kept speaking, his mind racing with words, “The one that our group serves, turned his back on us a long time ago, way before you were even an idea in the human mind.” He turned his back, he could sense an immediate change in the atmosphere. His hands turned to fists, it angered him that his own father would abandon his children. “God is dead. What kind of a god would allow for senseless slaughter?”
Then silence befell him. Only Alex knew of what Wolf spoke. After all, they had the highest connection with God. As a former angel, Wolf knew what heaven was like. He spent years in hellfire. Burning because he had loved Alex. He had betrayed God, showing love for another one of his creations. Wolf wasn’t sure where he stood anymore, and he was pretty sure that his counterpart didn’t care about what he had to say. She was the most unstable member of the team. Wolf sighed softly, and took a few steps away from her.
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