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    [color=honeydew]Somehow Etherkit had gotten herself tangled within the strings of an ancient family, an enigma wrapped in a conundrum. Demons and mortals, runes and ceremonies, smoke and mirrors--honestly, how had she ended up here? She had to admit that she was intensely intrigued, though. Strange though this family was, she wanted in.


    She had arranged a meeting with the Messiah of the family and had considered arriving in her ordinary munchkin form, but decided against it. Too... unimpressive. Instead, she stood a little ways from the border of the Knights of Eden, in her newly created kitsune body. She was probably going to keep her membership of this family a secret, the fox decided, swishing her four bushy tails. It was just too... shady. This body was going to be exclusive to Messorem use too, just in case. No one in her clan knew she could shapeshift yet, after all.


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    Cormorantfang was rather absent around the Knights of Eden as well as Eclipseclan, but that was only because he was preparing himself with as many battle techniques as he could. He was training. Training for what, you ask? Well, to be a demon hunter, you had to be ready for anything those Downworlders threw at you. He wanted to be able to protect himself and live in order to watch over Dustin, who unknowingly held the soul of his little brother. The ebony male materialized from the shadows, having just used a Mendelin rune to cloak himself. The symbol glowed upon his flesh though it dimmed the moment he revealed himself, his volcanic orbs trained on the kitsune.


    "Name and business," Grunted the Messiah, his eyebrow raised as he stared at the female in question.

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    [color=honeydew]Stiffening slightly as a presence rose from the shadows, Etherkit turned to see Cormonantfang approach, voice rumbling out of his maw. Slate eyes met volcanic ones as she lucidly replied, "Etherkit. You're... the Messiah, of the Messorem family. Yeah?" The branch-like designs on her fur, dotted with red, blossom-like spots, seemed to unfurl as her tails splayed out. Now or never.


    "I'm here for a Messorem rune." There. Leaning back now that the words were out of her mouth, she waited for his reaction, carefully preparing to gauge it when it came.


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    Immediately the male stiffened visibly, his lean muscles tensing beneath his solid pelt and the fur along his tail began to bristle. Someone interested in the Messorem family? That was rare and this was his first encounter. He could feel excitement begin to bubble up inside him, warming his insides with a tingling sensation. Oh, boy he better not mess this up! "Correct," he mumbled, nodding his head once and never letting his gaze leave the fox creature. He knew exactly what she was there for. The Messorem Rune; one of the most sacred runes to the Messorem bloodline. It signified your welcoming into the family and permanently burned you, injecting the angelic blood every Messorem was supposed to have into you. "You're in luck - I have a target for you. All you have to do is kill her, can you do that?"



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    [color=honeydew]It was hard, trying to act cool and poised when that was exactly what she wasn't. Back home she was fondly known as a reactive spitfire, feisty and prickly and ready to blow up and any given moment. The Messorem family, or what little she knew of it, seemed to radiate mystery and deadly elegance, so she was here trying to act the part. At least it looked like it was working, sort of.


    His inquiry caused her to still. Kill someone? A living, breathing creature? She could take down mindless prey and stare at organs in bloodied bags (thanks, Watermelonseeds) without remorse, but the idea of murder was iffy to her. Still, this family practically revolved around demon slaying. It wasn't as if she had a strong moral compass, anyway, a trait likely passed down to her from her deadbeat father. "...I can deal with that. Who is she?"


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    The Messorem family had been active and kept in secrecy for centuries and passed down for generations. It wasn't until recently that it died out with an odd death of all members within it expect for himself. A strong family couldn't just fade away. So, he took the throne and decided to lead it himself and so far he's rebuilt it nicely. "Her real name is An'ei, but goes by the alias: Hakyoku. You may be able to find her within the loner lands. All, I need for you to do is to kill her and bring me the evidence of her defeat. A head will do." he replied, gazing unblinkingly at Etherkit.


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    [color=honeydew]She wanted to ask why this person was being targeted in the first place, but bit the inquiry back. Probably because this An'ei, or Hakyoku, or whatever, was a demon. Fine with her. "Okay. And if I fail?" Would the consequence be something like death? Etherkit had too much pride to back out now, but this ritual was just plain dangerous.


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    If failure was her outcome? Cory's fixated stare had finally parted and he lifted his gaze toward the sky, narrowing at the dotted white specks that dappled the navy sheet. That was whether or not the demon would cut her some slack and let her off easy after she attempted to kill it. "Depending," he murmured, softly. "I will not do anything. I will accept you either way, but you will not receive the Rune unless you try again and succeed. But," His fiery oculars shifted down to focus upon Etherkit once more, his optics hardening and his expression mutating into that of seriousness. "That's if you escape. No demon will allow you to live after you try to kill it. If you fail and do not escape, death will come for you." Harsh, perhaps. Especially for a child, but if you were to be in the family you had to toughen up.


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    [color=honeydew]*, that was pretty brutal. It occurred to her that demon-slaying wasn't all fun and games; it was serious business. Of course she knew that beforehand, but being faced with such a hefty task was forcing her to reconsider this. Runes were sweet and all, but did she really want to put her life on the line for the sake of murdering someone? Was that a wise idea?


    Sure it was.


    "Guess that isn't really an option then. Alright, I'll do it. Is she anywhere in particular in the loner lands?" The unclaimed lands were vast, after all, and it would be hard combing through every landscape just to find a solitary being.


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    He, of course, had to learn the hard way of life that way. Becoming a someone who hunted Downworlders took dedication and hard work - it also took a whole lot of courage to face such evil creatures. He had a few scars due to the many battles he's participated in, but most of the scars on his body were from the effects of the Runes. "Anywhere, I suppose. Don't let your guard down and don't turn your back on to her. I wish you the best of luck."


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