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The situation had been more tense than usual. The events surrounding the King’s death were alarming, to say the least. The protection of his boss was more important than ever now, him being a next possible target. Whatever, he was not supposed to think about any of that, not tonight. Tonight was a night to unwind and have a couple of drinks. He sat at the bar, both seats next to him empty. Percy hardly ever noticed it anymore. People avoided him, humans and saints alike. They knew of his power. There was something awfully isolating about being stuck between two words at odds. It took him a while before the bartender would tend to his order, and even then, it was nearly shoved over to him. He would harness that, their spite and disdain towards him. But tonight he had no mind-set to do any of that.

He swirled the somewhat empty whiskey glass and watched the orange go round and round, trying his hardest to keep his mind off of it. He downed his drink at once and ordered another one. To his surprise, someone took the seat next to him. Percy didn’t bother to look, until he noticed that they weren’t leaving. “You sure you want to be taking that seat?” Percy spoke, sounding threatening. They might as well see him for the monster they thought he was. It brought him some joy at last, as shown by the tiny grin hidden behind the crystal glass.

The red pill that lay ominously in Lucian’s palm made his eyebrows furrow in mild anxiety. He had heard of Sinners before, but never embracing his identity as a Saint enough to build up the confidence to try one. The worry of potentially losing control and exposing himself as a Delacroix with powers was a constant worry that lingered at the back of his mind. 

When someone saddled up to him next to the railing, Lucian took the opportunity to make an attempt to get rid of the temptation, before his foolish behavior got him into more trouble than he wanted for the night. Extending the pill to the person beside him, Lucian cracked a small smile. “Here. Take it. I hear everyone’s been taking them tonight anyways.”

Date: August 3rd 2019

Location: Seraphim

Availability: Open!

It was good enough fun to just watch, especially when people were displaying their abilities. There were a couple of people he’d taken note of to approach later. He needed more people on the inside, people that were exclusively loyal to him. It was harder to find in a foreign kingdom but he was working on it. 

He took a long sip of his drink, once more eyeing the person who was dispersing the drugs. He hadn’t partaken yet but he was getting closer and closer to making bad decisions as the night wore on. He glanced at the person to his right. “Have you taken any yet?” He asked. 

Date: July 15th Location: Coronation party at the castle Available: to everyone

Minx never felt more uncomfortable in her life. Sure, she wanted the good life. She had been in search for money ever since little and she couldn’t have been more proud of the fact that she could buy a house for her parents and her when she had been so young. But she had never been made for the rich life. The expensive dresses, the many parties. The one reason why she was at the party after all - she didn’t have to go after all - was because it was the best place for a little game; Would she be able to hide in plain sight?

The clutch in her hands contained more than the usual accessorees of many other women at that party. Several rings and bracelets were added to the contents of the small bags and it made Minx feel like she was on top of her game. Finally doing what she would do best out in the open and not in the shadows right now.

Minx would say it was accidental when she bumped into the next person, but then she would be lying. It was definitely not accidental that she bumped into them. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t see you there. Are you okay?”

Location: Paradise Square

Availability: Open to All

The Kingdom was in mourning, which wasn’t really a surprise, the late king had been a good one. At least in Mina’s eyes. But being at the funeral, surrounded by all the morose thoughts, did little to ease her mind about what was to come. So, as soon as was socially acceptable, Mina had slipped away from the crowds of people to find a quiet little place where she could be alone. Paradise Square, normally bustling with people, was dead save for a few people milling about.

Eyes scanning the square, Mina took a deep breath, pushing the thoughts of the stragglers away from her mind. Spotting someone across the way, she squinted her eyes in the harsh sun. Moving towards them, a slight smile tugged on her lips.

“Escaped the masses, have you?” she said with a lift of an eyebrow. Folding her arms across her chest, she came to a stop in front of the other person. “I’m glad I’m not the only one who managed that.”

He watched and surveyed those who entered his dominion. The hunters that would prey upon one other as they entered the Pit, bloodthirsty to win yet another fight. The meek that were more there for a wild time; drawn in by the thrill of the underworld, to be in a place that beckoned forth those to encroach upon their darker natures. A bottle of whiskey between his fingers, he briefly glanced at the individual that was closest to him as he uttered, “Come have a drink.” And whilst that might have seemed like an invitation, the invisible command lay beneath his words, as he moved towards his section to take a seat, his darkened eyes gazing at the one who stood before him.

Anger sizzled just beneath the surface as he moved through the city. No one was entirely sure what had happened yesterday. Just that the mundanes- people like him- had gone a little mad. Elliot wasn’t fooled though. It was clear as day that someone, a saint, had influenced the powerless to act in ways they never would have dreamed. He wasn’t sure who, or even how, they had managed to infect everyone to behave with such destruction, but he had every intention of using it to his advantage.

Maybe finally, finally, others would start to see Saints as the monsters in this story. It was only a matter of time before the others started using the granted gifts against those who couldn’t protect themselves. And if Elliot had anything to say about it, this would be the first step in restricting the so called Saints in what they could do. It would just take the right ally.

But he didn’t have the time to worry about that now. He had to put himself in the midst of the people who were lost, who had lost so much in the war that they didn’t want. The normal people of Athos were scared. Scared of what they could be made to do next. As a police officer, a public servant, he would be best served to ease those fears and help with the cleanup. So that’s what he did, stopping to lend a hand to a few people trying to clean up the street.

“You from ‘round here?” Elliot asked. His own apartment was just a few blocks over, this area would be the part of the city he would focus on first, before lending a hand else where. So long as his face was seen helping, it didn’t much matter where he was.

The angry scar was visible in the reflection of the mirror, a circular bullet wound adding to the plethora of scars that littered Darius’ body. His shirt dangled around his neck as he examined the scar, fingers running over raised skin. Due to Aurora’s help, the bullet had been removed and the wound was healing nicely. Despite the healed over skin, however, it did nothing to quell the bloodlust that came with a desire to kill those who had been chasing him down that night. 

The call to murder any and all Saints was idiotic, and only served to enrage the wrong Saints. Darius had killed many within the mob at his feet, and he was merely biding his time until he would seek out the rest and make them suffer.

In the mirror, Darius noticed an all too familiar woman manifest behind him, eliciting a fond smirk to appear on his face. His eyes flickered up once to acknowledge the new presence in the mirror, before they returned to attend the wound on his lower back. 

“You can spare me the lecture, Rosa.” The tease was gentle, for how could he ever raise his voice at the woman who set his icy heart aflame? It was only after the words left Darius’ mouth, that he slowly turned his head to meet Rosalie’s piercing eyes, a lighthearted grin tugging at his lips. 

“Wrong place, wrong time. Consider me unlucky.”