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Dred Johnson - OneshotDred just looked over the edge of his book. "So I can walk around the city, by myself?" He asked his parents. The teenage boy could hardly contain his excitement. "Your mother deems you old enough and you don't want to go to another business meeting. Just keep away from the crazies." His father cautioned. Dred nodded. He left with his parents from the hotel. "Watch yourself. Okay?" They warned one final time.
He barely listened to them. Dred was more concerned with what was hidden in New Orleans's dark streets. He scampered quickly, reveling in the humid air. The family was from Nevada and this trip to Louisiana felt a godsend to him. "Hey, Las Vegas!" A boy shouted from a side street.
Dred looked at the boy and waved back. "Hey Lou," he said quieter. "Stop calling me Las Vegas."
"Ah come on. It is where you're from. Bet it is exciting."
"Like I said earlier, it is all desert. So one of these days, I'm going to move out here."
Lou only laughed at him. "We have hurricanes here." Dred sh
Mikhail- oneshot"Put me down you, lummox!" Nina shouted as Mikhail picked her off the couch. "Nein! I want to sit here!" he grinned. "Nina, be nice to your brother." Dalmet grumbled, entering the room.
"You'll be missing me soon enough, little sister."
"Yeah like I'll miss you."
Mikhail sighed and shrugged. "Can't we get along for once? I am leaving tomorrow and God only knows when you will ever see me again." He said. She did not reply. Mikhail lay back down with a sigh.
"Why do you have to go to America? Why can't you just stay?!" She snapped.
Mikhail looked at his sister calmly before replying, "Because, I need to leave this place. I love this place but I need to leave. There are not many jobs in this area and I can barely hold onto the one I have now." She did not reply. Mikhail stared at the ceiling. This had been the second home he had lived in. He wished he could go back to his old home, that one had been quiet, close to the country. This current one was an apartment in Moscow. They
Gabriel -oneshotGabriel got to his feet the moment his father left. He began cleaning up the mess the man's latest rage had caused. Gabriel beckoned to his mother. "Its alright, mum, he's gone." Sylvia slowly rose and came forward, clutching her arm. Gabriel tenderly wrapped a sprint to her broken arm before finishing cleaning.
"Need anything?" He asked. Gabriel was an odd boy, more so then many boys his age. Though he appeared to follow his father's rules, he was wholly devoted to his mother. Carefully, quietly, Gabriel rebelled against his father, becoming everything the man hated while retaining his outward obedience. He whistled as he cleaned. When he entered the kitchen he slipped a knife into his pocket. Christopher, his father, had gone out to drink and he wanted to be prepared for what occurred when he returned.
Christopher's eyes were wild, like a caged beast. Gabriel could smell the alcohol from across the room. He thumbed the knife as his father approached him. The older man turned and went
Dalmet- oneshotAmon Ta'al crouched in the moonlight. Dalmet stood in front of him. The incubus king hopped off the rock had stood on. "My son " He said, red furred arms outstretched towards Dalmet. The cambion just looked at Amon before walking away. "Dalmet! It is Walpurgis Night!" Amon called.
"Look, father, I cannot fool myself anymore. You are a monster." Dalmet growled. Dalmet was a cambion, half demon, half human. But for all outward appearances he was an average human. He was black haired and bright eyed like his incubus father though. "This night is sacred, Dalmet! When you were young you vowed to up hold our laws!"
"I was young, I did not have a family yet!"
Amon growled. Behind him slunk the dove white form of his eldest daughter, Razreesh. "Brother," She sang out to Dalmet, "You are still young. It is only a phase."
"Young? Young? I
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