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Vinicio's most trusted ally and friend, the corrupted angel, who had once scoffed at Vinicio's interest in him, now lusts for the half-demon in several ways. Vinicio is aware of his partner's affection for him, and, for the moment, denies returning them.
Vinicio takes care of his own. Anyone who knows him knows this well. So when Enrico Zola ended up dead in a stinking alley, his lifeblood drained from him completely, Vinicio found himself craving vampire blood on his lips. Lucio led him to Carina, the woman he had seen feeding on Enrico and then retreating back into the hotel she currently stayed in, and the half-demon took matters into his own hands. Who said Vinny didn't like getting his hands dirty? Instead of killing Carina like he probably should have, he force fed his blood to her, and she became addicted.
Two years ago, Vinicio had nearly found himself behind bars. Nathan Blake had been the detective that had nearly made his nightmare a reality. Two years isn't a long time, especially for a demon, but Vinicio quickly learned in that amount of time that Nathan was not a man to underestimate. The crime lord and the detective have a mutual respect for each other, though you would never hear either one of them admit it.
Drusa is the new big, bad archdemon in town, and she's set her sights on Vinicio. The ancient demoness has recently become the bane of Vinny's existence, bullying him into becoming her left hand. He will play her game, for the time being, but he will silently watch and wait for the opportunity to reclaim his freedom from her.
- - - - - - - - - one must be a man to wear my hat; one must be cold-hearted to obtain my power; one must be a size 42 to wear my shoes; but he must have his own pistol - - - - - - - - - take control over the continent
Apparently, Marcus can drink Lisette under the table. Or maybe the witch was just having a bad night. Either way, their drinking contest sparked something big, and now the witch and the witcher find themselves falling head over heals. An unlikely, conflicted, slightly awkward couple, but a beautiful one none-the-less.
Until recently, Marcus was an only child. Imagine his surprise when he found out he had a half-sister. Then imagine his surprise when he found out that she's actually his full sister, and that the man that had claimed to be his father was nothing but a big fraud. He has no real love for Conscious despite their loving reunion where he shot her in the chest and she and her demon boyfriend got him killed and then resurrected as a demon hybrid. Oi. What a headache. Still... despite how much of a bitch she is, Marcus was an always will be a sucker for familia, and so he would do anything for his sister. Just don't tell her that.
It'll be like pulling teeth getting Marcus to admit that Kindle's stupid charm has effected him, but ugh, it has. Kindle has gotten under his skin. Perhaps if the witcher could admit to having any sort of affection for the demon, he would name them "frenemies".
Marcus met this crazy bitch at a bar. Shit went down. He doesn't like to talk about it.
- - - - - - - - - there's a man who leads a life of danger; to everyone he meets he stays a stranger; with every move he makes, another chance he takes; odds are he won't live to see tomorrow - - - - - - - - - secret agent man
Centuries ago, Vexxis was a feral beast, cowering in a cave, avoiding the sun and the bright lights of humanity. He was an animal, tearing apart villages of humans at random and leaving piles of bodies and burning homes in his wake. Rayven the Damn found him. Gave his life purpose when he was all but lost completely. Vexxis worships and loves his jabbress like no other, and holds her in such high regard that he would literally give his life for her. He is a Blood Soldier now, a follower of Rayven and her third-in-command. A recent turn of events would also see to it that Vexxis became his goddess's lover.
Vexxis was in the face of true beauty when he happened upon Freedom in a dirty back alley in New York. He saw her, and simply had to have her, despite her several attempts to brush him off. A promise to tell her about his tattoos was what got him into her home, though he still had to push hard to get into her pants. Freedom is a possible love interest, but Vexxis fears that his particular brand of darkness could prove too much for the goodly, but troubled, elf.
Alex and Vexxis weren't always so accepting of one another. There was a time when they distrusted and despised one another, but that time has passed, and now they are in silent agreement. Vexxis now welcomes Alex as a friend and invaluable ally, and vice versa. The also have a bit of an interesting "bromance", which Vexxis enjoys.
- - - - - - - - - after the lights go out on you, after your worthless life is through; I will remember how you scream; I can't afford to care - - - - - - - - - I can't afford to care
It is with no small amount of disdain that Astrid claims Kairose as her leader. She shows no love for the alpha, and will undermine her any chance she has. Why, then, does she remain a member of the pack? No one is forcing her to stay. Perhaps she stays for Mai, as she claims. Or perhaps she stays because she feels she has a place here, even if the majority of the girls in the pack claim to dislike her. She is too proud, too hard-headed to admit it, but she does love Kairose even despite the woman's methods.
Astrid doesn't know what it is about Mai that reminds her so much of her late sister, but it has drawn her to the younger girl. Perhaps it is her free spirit, or her childish attitude. Astrid feels that she must protect Mai at all costs, something she was not able to do for young Anna, and the younger woman often inspires Astrid's rebellious side. Mai is probably the only wolf in Daughters of Darkness to have seen Astrid's gentle side, and is therefore the only wolf that has any affection for the Nord.
Astrid has no love for Eluwei. She sees the Native woman as a blind follower, a spineless coward who will do anything her Alpha says without question.
- - - - - - - - - we're all survivors somehow; we just broke out the pack; and I don't need no dogtag; my name is on my back - - - - - - - - - daughters of darkness
- - - - - - - - - under your spell again; I can't say no to you; crave my heart and it's bleeding in your hand; I can't say no to you - - - - - - - - - shouldn't let you torture me so sweetly
He travelled for some time in his older years, eventually making a point to visit his ancestral home of France. He had been alone since Corine had left, and had become something of a monster in his century plus of existence in solitude, and woe be to the little fae child that crossed his path that night. He'd never had fae before, and Malik was never against trying something at least once. He bit down on the the fae girl's throat, but hadn't even gotten a few delectable mouthfuls back before he was struck with an incredible sensation. He pulled back from her, slumping to the forest floor, bloodshot eyes wide and hazed over, mouth gaping as her blood slid over his lips and down his chin. Oh, wow. The world was so... colourful. Beautiful music filled his ears, and he and the fae child were in a bright, alive meadow, and she was staring at him with one green eye and one brown eye. He simply had to have her. He took her with him, raising her and taking care of her, and for the next twenty years their relationship would be give and take. He would give her anything her little heart desired, and she would continue to give him that wonderful, wonderful drug that was her blood.
They are older, now, and Lorelei has become more to him than just the source of his addiction. They are business partners and lovers, but more than that, she is the part of him that keeps him humane.
- - - - - - - - - I'll put my nails into your back; yeah, you'll feel me like a spinal tap; you want it from me on both knees; but not until you beg me please - - - - - - - - - you're my favourite drug
- - - - - - - - - I'll put my nails into your back; yeah, you'll feel me like a spinal tap; you want it from me on both knees; but not until you beg me please - - - - - - - - - you're my favourite drug
- - - - - - - - - I'm wilted and faded after all; too strung out and burnt out to be half the girl that I could be; I'll never belong inside your world; so black out the sun and leave me to play out the same old tragedy - - - - - - - - - memories wear me out
