The Rogue and The Brotherhood

Chapter 6

Caveziel sighed as he walked throughout the new home. He went past the room that Saint claimed, slowing his stride. This girl here was something else. She's a badass to say the least. It was like she was the greatest fighters on the female side of the seaboard. But, he couldn't just approach her with a deal. He left, walking into the room next to hers. The room was vacant, but it felt homey. He could probably get used to it.

Saint sighed as she slid on her corset, her lengthy jeggins and high heel boots helped personify her figure, her hips a curve so deep it dipped. She sighed as she equpied herself with a sword, and turned, her heels clacking against the hardwood floor, her heels calling atention of Damal as she walked down the steps and into the living room. It was just as she remembered it. The smell of her father's pipe and her mother's sweet perfume lingered in the room, her sighing as the memory sustained itself in the room.

She walked into the room, seeing Henry, and a couple other people... The leader walked in, sighing silently.

"Alright, to get the introductions out of the way, I'm the leader of the Brotherhood in Spain. I'm Caveziel."

The fellas sighed as he looked around. Where the hell was the girl?

She was sitting in her father's chair, loking into the fire in the old fireplace. She never felt so at home without them... She didn't think on responding to the leader... Why even bother? The overgrown parasite wouldn't even listen if it was in front of him. She smirked as she looked over to him. She stood, walking behind her chair, leaning on it. She didn't say anything as he looked down. All she remembered was the story that was written by Edgar Allan Poe... The Raven...

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door -Only this, and nothing more."

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore -For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore -Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating, Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door -Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; -This it is, and nothing more."

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer, Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you"- here I opened wide the door; -Darkness there, and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing, Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before; But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token, And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore?" This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore!" -Merely this, and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning, Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before. Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice: Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore -Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; -'Tis the wind and nothing more."

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore; Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he; But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door -Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door -Perched, and sat, and nothing more.