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"He is yours..." whispered the Dhampir, the wind carrying both the orb of light and his words towards Alex, who was on the floor stunned beyond words at the reappearance of his lover. His heart was twisted and his chest hurt, because he saw no recognition, no recollection of the times they'd shared in those emerald green eyes that he had so adored. He jumped, nearly out of his skin, nearly evoking the power of the sigil that ran in his blood, when he heard the Dhampir's words.
The blond reached out and took the orb in his hands. It pulsed with warmth, and kindness, and purity, and innocence... How Alex was able to tell all of those, he could not entirely discern, only that it was something that had appeared in the back of his mind the instant he held the orb. Not only that, but the orb itself almost immediately imprinted on him a sense of protectiveness and love that he had only ever felt towards the members of the pack that he had once been forming.
Tawny brown eyes locked with emerald green ones, and though a spark of understanding leaped through the air between them, there was none of the familiarity that had once been there. Though he was happy that his lover was back in the world of the living, Alex despaired that Jason seemed to remember nothing of him. As the tears rolled down his face, he vowed that he would find a way to restore the brunet's memories. He would do so if it was the last thing he ever did in the mortal realm.
With a smile, one whose sincerity was quite difficult to discern, the Dhampir released Leon and turned. Before him, a tear in the fabric of reality appeared, and the sulfurous stench of Hell wafted through. The Dhampir stepped through, and the tear revolved shut with the sound of great stones booming shut. He would see the Dhampir again, Alex was sure of it. When he did, he would make sure the man remembered his beloved were-lion.
"With all due respect, master Ezeckial, we will do no such thing. Our Alpha is coming. For now the entire neighbourhood is alert, and we have a Drakkan on the lookout for any further Celestial incursion" said Gabriel, fixing Ezeckial with a level gaze as he patted Alex on the shoulder. He could only imagine what his son was going through... No. He could actually feel it in the back of his head, in the bond that the young detective had long ago established with his developing pack. Alex's pack was returning, developing again, now that his Omega was back. It was unprecedented. The older were-lion made a mental note to talk to Francois about it.
As though on cue, a black limousine pulled up before the house, and Francois stepped out. He was in full battle regalia, and in his hybrid form. Though older than most were-creatures, Francois was still an Alpha, the strongest of their kind, and a formidable opponent despite his advanced age. The hilts of two falchions poked out from the sheaths that hung at his hip, and a leopard's tail swished behind him.
"Monsieur" said Gabriel, walking over to the doorway where Leon was still standing, more than a little bit stunned by the turn of events. "I believe it has begun." The leopard growled as though to say 'no shit,' but Gabriel simply shrugged. It was his duty as Beta to inform his Alpha of what was going on, and he did so, much to Francois' occasional annoyance. "Shall we declare it so?" The leopard nodded and together the two senior members of the pack ascended the stairs to Gabriel's study, the rest of the people in the house forgotten for the moment.
There, Francois shifted back, his armour resizing itself as well to fit his much smaller human form. On the computer screen, Gabriel typed the message that would be sent to all the major packs of the world. "The Clouds of War Gather. Please confirm." Next to the message, Francois typed his authorization code, one that all the pack Alphas would recognize, one that would legitimize the message and shed truth on its urgency. Gabriel sent the message before turning to his Alpha. "And now we wait."
Much to both their surprise, the cursor on the screen blinked once, twice, thrice... The other packs were waiting on confirmation. Once, twice, thrice. A message was coming in from Nepal. "Everest confirms. The Vultures Circle" came the response. And then, the flood of messages from the other packs came. It was the fastest response they had ever received, and definitely faster than they could have hoped for. Perhaps there truly was hope left in the world. Only time would tell if the level of communication and cooperation would continue well into the conflict.
Gabriel patched Francois into the voice-messaging system of the worldwide were-creature network. Now his voice would be heard by any and all were-creatures in their command centres, tuning in to what was going on in Vancouver. "My brethren, the time has come. Our sworn duty to protect mankind from the ravages of the Heavenly Host has become paramount. Rally the Shadows. Prepare for operation Megiddo" said the Alpha grimly, speaking into the microphone that transmitted his voice loud and clear the world over.
Everything that the Shadows had been preparing since the end of the last Great Conflict was about to be put to the test. They could only hope that they were not already infiltrated and set up to fail before they could even begin. Francois nodded to Gabriel. "It's about time" said the wealthy mogul. "The Pack did not spend twelve billion dollars building that complex for it to not be used."
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"He is yours..." whispered the Dhampir, the wind carrying both the orb of light and his words towards Alex, who was on the floor stunned beyond words at the reappearance of his lover. His heart was twisted and his chest hurt, because he saw no recognition, no recollection of the times they'd shared in those emerald green eyes that he had so adored. He jumped, nearly out of his skin, nearly evoking the power of the sigil that ran in his blood, when he heard the Dhampir's words.
The blond reached out and took the orb in his hands. It pulsed with warmth, and kindness, and purity, and innocence... How Alex was able to tell all of those, he could not entirely discern, only that it was something that had appeared in the back of his mind the instant he held the orb. Not only that, but the orb itself almost immediately imprinted on him a sense of protectiveness and love that he had only ever felt towards the members of the pack that he had once been forming.
Tawny brown eyes locked with emerald green ones, and though a spark of understanding leaped through the air between them, there was none of the familiarity that had once been there. Though he was happy that his lover was back in the world of the living, Alex despaired that Jason seemed to remember nothing of him. As the tears rolled down his face, he vowed that he would find a way to restore the brunet's memories. He would do so if it was the last thing he ever did in the mortal realm.
With a smile, one whose sincerity was quite difficult to discern, the Dhampir released Leon and turned. Before him, a tear in the fabric of reality appeared, and the sulfurous stench of Hell wafted through. The Dhampir stepped through, and the tear revolved shut with the sound of great stones booming shut. He would see the Dhampir again, Alex was sure of it. When he did, he would make sure the man remembered his beloved were-lion.
"With all due respect, master Ezeckial, we will do no such thing. Our Alpha is coming. For now the entire neighbourhood is alert, and we have a Drakkan on the lookout for any further Celestial incursion" said Gabriel, fixing Ezeckial with a level gaze as he patted Alex on the shoulder. He could only imagine what his son was going through... No. He could actually feel it in the back of his head, in the bond that the young detective had long ago established with his developing pack. Alex's pack was returning, developing again, now that his Omega was back. It was unprecedented. The older were-lion made a mental note to talk to Francois about it.
As though on cue, a black limousine pulled up before the house, and Francois stepped out. He was in full battle regalia, and in his hybrid form. Though older than most were-creatures, Francois was still an Alpha, the strongest of their kind, and a formidable opponent despite his advanced age. The hilts of two falchions poked out from the sheaths that hung at his hip, and a leopard's tail swished behind him.
"Monsieur" said Gabriel, walking over to the doorway where Leon was still standing, more than a little bit stunned by the turn of events. "I believe it has begun." The leopard growled as though to say 'no shit,' but Gabriel simply shrugged. It was his duty as Beta to inform his Alpha of what was going on, and he did so, much to Francois' occasional annoyance. "Shall we declare it so?" The leopard nodded and together the two senior members of the pack ascended the stairs to Gabriel's study, the rest of the people in the house forgotten for the moment.
There, Francois shifted back, his armour resizing itself as well to fit his much smaller human form. On the computer screen, Gabriel typed the message that would be sent to all the major packs of the world. "The Clouds of War Gather. Please confirm." Next to the message, Francois typed his authorization code, one that all the pack Alphas would recognize, one that would legitimize the message and shed truth on its urgency. Gabriel sent the message before turning to his Alpha. "And now we wait."
Much to both their surprise, the cursor on the screen blinked once, twice, thrice... The other packs were waiting on confirmation. Once, twice, thrice. A message was coming in from Nepal. "Everest confirms. The Vultures Circle" came the response. And then, the flood of messages from the other packs came. It was the fastest response they had ever received, and definitely faster than they could have hoped for. Perhaps there truly was hope left in the world. Only time would tell if the level of communication and cooperation would continue well into the conflict.
Gabriel patched Francois into the voice-messaging system of the worldwide were-creature network. Now his voice would be heard by any and all were-creatures in their command centres, tuning in to what was going on in Vancouver. "My brethren, the time has come. Our sworn duty to protect mankind from the ravages of the Heavenly Host has become paramount. Rally the Shadows. Prepare for operation Megiddo" said the Alpha grimly, speaking into the microphone that transmitted his voice loud and clear the world over.
Everything that the Shadows had been preparing since the end of the last Great Conflict was about to be put to the test. They could only hope that they were not already infiltrated and set up to fail before they could even begin. Francois nodded to Gabriel. "It's about time" said the wealthy mogul. "The Pack did not spend twelve billion dollars building that complex for it to not be used."
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