Sanctus Peccatores

Four.

•ｔｗｏ ｄａｙｓ ｌｅｆｔ•

It has been a few hours since I woke up, and at the moment I was in the middle of training my hounds that will accompany me to Sanctus Peccatores. They are typically described as hellhounds to humans, but of course our animals have forms that they take on when they enter the realm of Sanctus. My hounds look like something out of your worst nightmare, but in other realms look like twin Siberian Huskies.

"Attack" I command, eyeing the dummy as they leapt to decapitate the human shaped plastic, nodding as Kain and Able both went for the neck. A small smile crept onto my lips, as I whistled loudly to catch their attention.

"Come, I want to try the link now" I muttered lowly as they approached, a cautious glint in their eyes. I had asked for the Aeon of Life to create a link between my mind and my hound's subconsciousness, so no one would know what I'm telling them to do.

'Do you understand me clearly' I project the thought, and I could feel their confusion at having my voice inside their heads. A whine came through the link, and I mentally face palmed. I can't believe I forgot they don't speak English!

"Enough for today, go" I dismissed them and they bounded away, heading towards the woods where they dwell. Rubbing my temples, I decide to go into the city, visit friends or something. As I thought about this, my phone decided to start buzzing silently in my pocket. Perfect timing, it was Kara.

"Hey Kara, how's it going?"
"Good morrow peasant, I request your presence in the Diner at 1600 hours sharp"
"Don't tell me, this is Pierce?"
"Pft whaattt? No way! It-"
"Hey sweetheart" I heard a third voice, that belonged to Pierce, so who was on the phone?
"Who's on the phone?"
"Someone I need you to meet!" There she was, squealing excitedly and I groaned.

Constantly trying to set me up with guys when I only have time for training never works so why does she try so hard?
"Hey! It's not my fault you rejecting every guy I show you! I do it as my duty as a best friend" Oops, said that out loud... She feigned hurt and I sighed.

"Be there in a couple of minutes" I spouted quickly before hanging up and going to the Main House. I changed out of my training gear, into a nice pair of denim shorts, a plain white long sleeved shirt with a studded collar and white Air Forces. Making my way out of the House, I can't help but shiver as I walked towards the town enjoying the warmth the sun bestowed onto my pale skin. It is just coming out of the season Lunasa, but to humans it was called Autumn.

"Hurry up or I'll make you shit yourself" a voice whispered behind me and I squealed, turning around and hitting the stranger in the jaw with a small but powerful fist. Studying the stumbling figure collapse onto the grass, I couldn't help but laugh as the features of Aryn registered with me. Aryn is the next Initiator, his father ruled the Aspect of Independence. Every war over independence; America, France, Ireland - all due to the guy's father standing in front of me. He also had a not so obvious body of a model. Most Angels do have athletic bodies, but he brings it to another level.

"Like that's ever going to happen Aryn" I chuckled lightly, offering him a hand to apologise. He took it gently, before harshly tugging it downwards, making me land on my arse. I swore as I rubbed my butt, listening to his insane cackling of triumph.

"Roles reversed Addie, ha!" He chuckled before grabbing my waist and hoisting me up. I growled lowly before stomping away from him even though I could hear him following swiftly behind me. No one calls me Addie - but him - and I hate it. I ignored his prodding on my back, his calls with that moronic nickname and of course occasionally making extremely sexual innuendos.

"Addie cmon, it isn't that bad to be knocked on that cute lil' b-"

"Finish that crude sentence and I will slap the shit out of you Aryn, I'm on a mission" I saw the playful fury in my friend's vividly coloured eyes as she glared at the boy behind me. I could hear him swallow his pride as he cowered under her gaze. Then, she turned that gaze to me wiggling her eyebrows suggestively and I groaned. I forgot she had a toy boy here.

"His name is Jackson, he is of the Aspect of Love meaning he knows everything about you, so you need to talk about him" Kara instructed, wrapping an iron grip around my upper arm, dragging me into the ice cream parlour. "He is shy though, so don't plough into him with questions either" she added before thrusting me towards a booth with a lone young man sitting there fidgeting with a tissue.

"We meet again, sweetheart" his rugged yet still clipped tone was quiet as it clicked; he purposely invaded my dreams last night meaning he wasn't an Angel.

As I slid into the seat opposite, his piercing green eyes met my gaze and I saw that smile crawl onto his lips as I paled at the smile and eyes that haunted my dreams last night. Whoever this was, it wasn't Jackson because sitting in front of me, was a demon. Not only that, but a siren. When he reached out to touch my cheek I did the only thing my mother told me to do when I meet a siren.

Pulling out my dagger, I moved away from his caress swiftly before screaming bloody murder before this words escaped my lips,

"Siren! Get out you idiots!"

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Hai :3
The guy at the top is the siren, who isn't going to be named so soon *wiggles hands in a mysterious manner*
my italic is making the words bold as well and it's pissing me off >-<