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Chapter One: The New Eden Coalition
Title: For Love of Heaven
Author: Shila/Sarah/BeautifulDorian/Asuza/Entropy/Crazy Jane
Rating: Overall R, this chapter PG-13
Warning: Uh, none -yet-, but if I keep going there'll be... gore, smut, possibly twincest, who knows?
Disclaimer: The twins do not belong to me. They're Troy's.
...lucky bastard.
Summary: After the death of their father, the Saints head to a new city to start cleanup there. But some things aren't as simple as shooting up mafia thugs. Will the twins stay sane when faced with supernatural enemies? LET'S FIND OUT!
For Love of Heaven
by Asuza
Chapter One: The New Eden Coalition
The dingy basement that was their headquarters was cramped and smelled funny, but none of the five people there complained. Cigarette smoke turned the air gray and none of them looked very pleased.
"Are you -sure-, Remiel? Saints?" Harper Maddock looked skeptical, lounging back in his chair and fiddling with the end of his dark blonde ponytail. The oldest human of their group, he was tall and handsome, and looked rather as though he could handle the sword leaning against his chair without a bit of effort. Making up the raw power division of their little group, the cryokinetic was dangerous with more than physical weapons, but it didn't show in the warm glow of bright golden eyes.
The black-haired angel across the round, unfinished table merely nodded, dark gaze somber. Fallen from grace a long time past, Remiel had long since resigned himself to his demoted status here on earth. Unlike many fallen angels and demons, he still retained some useful powers - such as the sight and the ability to heal. He'd gathered this little group together to help him whittle down the number of demons who weren't so content with their place here on the mortal plane, and so far things had gone well, but something bigger was brewing.
"Visions don't lie," Remiel replied, shrugging. The other members of the New Eden Coalition exchanged looks, and finally the angel's human lover, Jenna, broke the loaded silence.
"Are they on our side in the coming conflict?" she wondered, trying not to sound too hopeful. Warm brown eyes and a powerful streak of telekinesis had long since endeared the angel to her for protection, and they were now deeply in love and were the solid core of the ragtag band of demon hunters.
Tobias perked up at Jenna's side, shamelessly fixing Remiel with the big gray puppy eyes that begged him to answer yes. At seventeen, he was the youngest of them, but with a penchant for powerful magery, he more than pulled his weight, for all he looked harmlessly cute with his round face and platinum blonde hair. Cherubic or not, he was perched on the edge of the table, cigarette in hand, as much a part of the proceedings as any of them. None of them knew much about his past, or where he had come from, and none of them was foolish enough to ask.... yet.
The black angel smiled faintly in response. He'd loved humans for a long, long time, but these were some very special ones, and he was so proud of them. "I believe so. They are killers of men, but only evil men. And I foresee them being of aid to us in more ways than one." They all knew that, were he to say anything clearer, that he could well skew what would happen. They also knew that he likely didn't -have- information any clearer than that. Prescience was notoriously unreliable.
The orange tabby cat stretched out on the table gave a loud, demanding meow, staring up at Remiel impatiently with glowing green eyes. Being rather disdainful of his human shape when he didn't have to be in it, Loki relied on his more comfortable natural form here in the hideout. A fluffy tail whipped through the air to thump against the table, as though to accentuate his question.
"I don't know when they'll be here, Loki," Remiel sighed. The shape shifter wouldn't be satisfied with the answer, but then, none of them were, really. "Soon. Before winter hits. Maybe even before All Hallow's Eve."
"Then we haven't got much time to prepare," Harper said with determination, leaning forward in his chair. "We'd better kick shit into high gear. We've got to do some recon on this demon gathering, figure out what they're up to, and how to stop it. There's a bar on the west side of the city that's having a sort of demon clubhouse on Halloween, and we're going to be there..."
The bare bulb overhead burned long into the night.
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"I keep thinkin' roaches are goin' to start crawling out of the sockets," Murphy muttered, surveying their dingy hotel room with a frown. He didn't even want to drop his bag on the floor; the carpet was a sickly, splotchy shade of brown that he suspected was mostly stains of a dubious nature.
Across the room, Connor was already shoving open the window in hopes of airing out the wretched smell. "Wouldn't be fuckin surprised to see rats crawling out of the sockets," he said in plain disgust, turning to eye the pair of beds doubtfully. They were narrow and the pillows looked flat and lifeless.
"You sure you want to stay here, Connor?" Murphy wondered, hesitant to even poke the bed, much less think about sleeping on it.
"By the time we get back from the bar, will we care?" the lighter-haired twin asked with a chuckle, and prodded the bed cautiously with one hand. It actually didn't seem that bad. "I suspect the truly disgustin' beds are in the rooms with just one bed to begin with," he snorted, and dropped his bag on the hideously patterned comforter. “Don’t worry about this shit hole. Let’s go acquaint ourselves with our new city of choice.”
With a snort, Murphy patted down the pockets of his black peacoat for his cigarettes. “Right. Let's."
And they set out into the night to do the kind of research every Irishman had to do on his first night in a new town - that is, it was time to find a good pub.
- end chapter one -
Sin, sin.
Author: Shila/Sarah/BeautifulDorian/Asuza/Entropy/Crazy Jane
Rating: Overall R, this chapter PG-13
Warning: Uh, none -yet-, but if I keep going there'll be... gore, smut, possibly twincest, who knows?
Disclaimer: The twins do not belong to me. They're Troy's.
...lucky bastard.
Summary: After the death of their father, the Saints head to a new city to start cleanup there. But some things aren't as simple as shooting up mafia thugs. Will the twins stay sane when faced with supernatural enemies? LET'S FIND OUT!
For Love of Heaven
by Asuza
Chapter One: The New Eden Coalition
The dingy basement that was their headquarters was cramped and smelled funny, but none of the five people there complained. Cigarette smoke turned the air gray and none of them looked very pleased.
"Are you -sure-, Remiel? Saints?" Harper Maddock looked skeptical, lounging back in his chair and fiddling with the end of his dark blonde ponytail. The oldest human of their group, he was tall and handsome, and looked rather as though he could handle the sword leaning against his chair without a bit of effort. Making up the raw power division of their little group, the cryokinetic was dangerous with more than physical weapons, but it didn't show in the warm glow of bright golden eyes.
The black-haired angel across the round, unfinished table merely nodded, dark gaze somber. Fallen from grace a long time past, Remiel had long since resigned himself to his demoted status here on earth. Unlike many fallen angels and demons, he still retained some useful powers - such as the sight and the ability to heal. He'd gathered this little group together to help him whittle down the number of demons who weren't so content with their place here on the mortal plane, and so far things had gone well, but something bigger was brewing.
"Visions don't lie," Remiel replied, shrugging. The other members of the New Eden Coalition exchanged looks, and finally the angel's human lover, Jenna, broke the loaded silence.
"Are they on our side in the coming conflict?" she wondered, trying not to sound too hopeful. Warm brown eyes and a powerful streak of telekinesis had long since endeared the angel to her for protection, and they were now deeply in love and were the solid core of the ragtag band of demon hunters.
Tobias perked up at Jenna's side, shamelessly fixing Remiel with the big gray puppy eyes that begged him to answer yes. At seventeen, he was the youngest of them, but with a penchant for powerful magery, he more than pulled his weight, for all he looked harmlessly cute with his round face and platinum blonde hair. Cherubic or not, he was perched on the edge of the table, cigarette in hand, as much a part of the proceedings as any of them. None of them knew much about his past, or where he had come from, and none of them was foolish enough to ask.... yet.
The black angel smiled faintly in response. He'd loved humans for a long, long time, but these were some very special ones, and he was so proud of them. "I believe so. They are killers of men, but only evil men. And I foresee them being of aid to us in more ways than one." They all knew that, were he to say anything clearer, that he could well skew what would happen. They also knew that he likely didn't -have- information any clearer than that. Prescience was notoriously unreliable.
The orange tabby cat stretched out on the table gave a loud, demanding meow, staring up at Remiel impatiently with glowing green eyes. Being rather disdainful of his human shape when he didn't have to be in it, Loki relied on his more comfortable natural form here in the hideout. A fluffy tail whipped through the air to thump against the table, as though to accentuate his question.
"I don't know when they'll be here, Loki," Remiel sighed. The shape shifter wouldn't be satisfied with the answer, but then, none of them were, really. "Soon. Before winter hits. Maybe even before All Hallow's Eve."
"Then we haven't got much time to prepare," Harper said with determination, leaning forward in his chair. "We'd better kick shit into high gear. We've got to do some recon on this demon gathering, figure out what they're up to, and how to stop it. There's a bar on the west side of the city that's having a sort of demon clubhouse on Halloween, and we're going to be there..."
The bare bulb overhead burned long into the night.
-=-*-=-*-=-*-=-*-=-*-=-*-=-*-=-*-=-*-=-*-=-*-=-*-=-*-=-*-=-*-=-*-=-
"I keep thinkin' roaches are goin' to start crawling out of the sockets," Murphy muttered, surveying their dingy hotel room with a frown. He didn't even want to drop his bag on the floor; the carpet was a sickly, splotchy shade of brown that he suspected was mostly stains of a dubious nature.
Across the room, Connor was already shoving open the window in hopes of airing out the wretched smell. "Wouldn't be fuckin surprised to see rats crawling out of the sockets," he said in plain disgust, turning to eye the pair of beds doubtfully. They were narrow and the pillows looked flat and lifeless.
"You sure you want to stay here, Connor?" Murphy wondered, hesitant to even poke the bed, much less think about sleeping on it.
"By the time we get back from the bar, will we care?" the lighter-haired twin asked with a chuckle, and prodded the bed cautiously with one hand. It actually didn't seem that bad. "I suspect the truly disgustin' beds are in the rooms with just one bed to begin with," he snorted, and dropped his bag on the hideously patterned comforter. “Don’t worry about this shit hole. Let’s go acquaint ourselves with our new city of choice.”
With a snort, Murphy patted down the pockets of his black peacoat for his cigarettes. “Right. Let's."
And they set out into the night to do the kind of research every Irishman had to do on his first night in a new town - that is, it was time to find a good pub.
- end chapter one -
Sin, sin.