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Paul's eye quirked and for the first time a small symbolance of fear resided in his eyes.

"Maximus? Maximus Antarius? If he did this then he was only playing with you. He is no demon but a very powerful infernalist. The Hell Kings are a thousand times worse that what he could do but he still has his soul." He looked down and around at the carnage, "None of these vampires are dead. There is life to each piece of the masacare on this floor."

He turns from them, pondering, "For now I think you all should go to the grengel clan hall. Considering the circumstances, me and my partner will be able to protect you all with much more ease if you were all in one area." He turns back, "When it is night again, I want you all to go to their clan hall. I will go there now and deliver the news of your coming. Bring all that you may require."

"I think this little hunt is escalading into a holy war." He said to himself, turning to leave for the Grengel sanctuary

"Each part of their body is marked now by the wicked spirits. It would be best to douse holy water over them. You may not know it yet but they will soon become wicked spirits themselves and add to Maximus's ranks." Paul said just as he went outside in a hurry, "I'm sorry I will speak to all of you at our next meeting which will be tonight!"

((Unless someone wants to add lets cut to nightfall now.))

Navashen waited quietly though something was itching him terribly. He could not put his finger on it, but something was bothering him. It was as if something bad was going to happen and the Lord was giving him a sign.

Something was near. Something evil. Its energy was so very close he could actually feel it. A creature had come to challenge him?

""That's fine with me." he thought, "I've been wanting to hit something all this time anyway."

Navashen lifted his weapon spun around. He thrusted his blade forward where he felt the energy strongest but quickly stopped. Sitting there on the wall with no fear on her face was a young woman. She looked at the tip of te blade as if it were a boring child's plaything. She then looked at him and said, "So you've just been standing out here then?"

She could see his confused face become and angry one. He had seen the fangs on her teeth. They weren't as big as some vampires, but bigger than the average human. Yes this was indeed a grengel.

"What do you want?" he rudely replied.

"Gee I dunno I just LIVE here and all. I was wondering you were still around here. Aren't you supposed to be checking our compounds or something?" she was calm even with a holy weapon close to her neck.

Navashen eyed the vampire then lowered his weapon. She wasn't going to attack, that seemed clear, "Not until Paul returns."

"Oh yes Paul, right. Poor puppy can't even take a wiz without his master's permission, aye?"

Navashen narrowed his eyes at the girl. He didn't appreciate that comment but she only stared, as if she had no clue what an insult really was. Navashen glared before he spat, "What is it you want?"

"I just-" she paused then looked up, like a wolf startled in the night. The skin between her eyes furrowed as her face went from inquisitive to serious. Something was up. Without a word the girl jump from her place on the wall and sprouted brown leathery wings, fur and pointed snout. The large bat flew away towards the grengel compound without looking back to Navashen.

The hunter looked back towards where the girl had glued her eyes to. What was out there? What was coming?

The bat flew through an open window and transformed to her regular form. "What in world was that I felt?" Quilue paced in her room. It was so large it couldn't have been one vampire. "What if it were several... coming here..." was another clan coming for attack? "I have to inform Nahala." and with those last words she was out of her room and down the halls searching for the grengel leader.

Fanya slowly openned her eyes. Darkness reigned around her. She lay still, waiting, calmly enjoying the stillness. Slowly the lid to her sarcophagus slid off, allowing her freedom into the night air. She rose, stepping from her ghoulish bed and glanced around her room. She straightenned her clothing, moving toward her closet to change. Her clothes had grow rather tattered the night before, due to events. A long sleeved turtle necked shirt, form fitting, and a pair of flowing black pants completed her main wardrobe. Her jacket she kept, unwilling to change it for a different one. She was rather attached to it anyway. Her boots remained as well.

Stepping out of her chambers she came face to face with Aldo. Apparently, he'd been waiting for some time.

"The vampires have been summoned to the Grengal halls," He stated flatly.

"The Hunter Paul has expressed this?" Fanya watched him calmly as he nodded. "Then gather the clan. We move immediately."

Slowly, in small groups, the smallest clan left their confines and moved through the streets, none stopping to feed unless they required it, having reached the end of their span. As they moved through the streets of the city, the angels appeared. Aldo, Melissa, Richard and Fanya travelled together. As they shot through the city, all four ducked away from them.

"We must hurry," Fanya crouched down then lunged forward toward where the angels flew. If she didn't know where the Grengal hall rested, the angels would certainly lead her to Paul, at the very least. She stayed to the edges of the roads, keeping as far from the angels as possible. Aldo and Melissa ran immediately behind her, Richard behind them. The other Fitholos also made their way through the streets, some more slowly, others as fast as their leader.

Navashen was taken back by Paul's words. Protect them? But who is this? How could Paul even ask Navashen to do such a task? It was like asking a mongoose to take care of a cobra. Besides it was obvious who really needed help.

"They do not need protection! You need me!" he ran in the same direction as his master. He would find out who dared challenged Paul after they defeated him.

Navashen faltered at Amon's unnatural voice and hesitated still at the order of his elder. As much as he hated the idea he knew he couldn't disobey Paul, but his body wouldn't allow him movement. The mere sound of the wretched creature, Amon, had stopped him cold. He stood there, helpless, while Paul charged forth with no fear in his heart whatsoever.

Navashen watched Paul lift his hands and summon the divine beings for help. It was something he had never been so fortunate to witness; the angels dove from the heavens leaving a trail of blinding fire until they rammed straight into Paul's opponent. The earth was lifted and and a great cloud of dust rushed towards him. The force of their power reeled Navashen back. it was the push he needed to get to the grengel compound and do as his master told him, no matter how much it hurt to feel as if he had failed Paul.

Navashen stared at Paul, startled by his unseen hand. He did not look angry. Not even after Navashen deliberately tried to disobey his orders.

"I-I am fine. No, I hear no voices." he answered as he looked Paul over, checking for any wounds, "Who or what was that? Did you defeat him? Is he working with another clan? Is he part of the group of hellish summoners?" Navashen was asking a mile a minute as if there was so little time left in the world. For all he knew there was.