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[Queen Na'dian]

What a shame we all became such fragile, broken things
A memory remains just a tiny spark
I give it all my oxygen,
So let the flames begin
So let the flames begin

Click. Click. Click.
The sharp heels hammered against the sidewalk, such a small sound, but, in retrospect, made a huge impact upon the earth. It was as if shockwaves were radiated from each step, cracking and breaking the sidewalk. Everywhere she went, destruction seemed to follow. But that was a good thing - the world was in the process of being purged. Then, once that was finished and everything was wiped out, she'd repopulate the place with demons and warlocks, and an all manner of strange and, most importantly of all - evil creatures. A malicious smile graced her perfect lips as the thought entered her head - how beautiful it would be, once it was finally done. She had caught herself thinking about it time and time again, and each time it only got more delicious. It was as if she could taste victory already. The Queen flicked her hair over her shoulder, and, just as it was about to fall and rest upon her back, it seemed to animate of its own accord and tie itself up in a tidy bun. If any word could be used to describe her - thorough was the one. Na'dian was thorough, almost to an obsession. She would not stop until the job was done. But, again, that was a good thing. Especially in a situation like this.

The night was dark, and cold, as all nights these days were. The Queen liked them that way - it put people on edge. Looking up at the sky, she saw no stars, only dark, heavy clowds tinged with a blood red color. Again, she smiled. She had made it her personal mission to blot out every single one of those beacons of light, and, thus doing that had blotted out every living soul's only hope. Nothing could save them now. Her smile only grew as she kept on walking, those scarlet heels clicking more and more as the moments progressed. She was dressed in a strange way - like a mortal business woman. A smart skirt and white blouse, and then a blazer, and of course, those oh so provocative scarlet heels. Her hair tied in a bun, she looked the epitome of executive business woman. It was almost like a metaphor - she was like the director of a huge company, and her demons were all the little people that worked under her. Still, where she was going now, she had to portray the right... impression. She couldn't just waltz in in her usual extravagant queen-like clothes now, could she.

And besides, she was uninvited, which was bad enough.

Still, She supposed, I do sort of own this place. A smirk crossed her lips again as she tugged the buttons of the blazer closed over her slim figure. Na'dian had the looks of a model, and the temper of a wildcat. Hell, she was worse.

She had destroyed the world with a snap of her fingers.

Not far to go now. Only a couple more blocks. Her startingly green eyes danced over the scene she had created. Rubble adorned the road, fires raged inside buildings - a dampened screaming could be heard in the distance. A detail she would have not preferred to be in her scene, she blocked the sound out effectively. The thing she called a heart felt nothing. She barely even thought it was beating anymore, she was so cold all of the time. Still, it comes with the territory of being the queen of all evil - people just automatically assume you're some heartless bitch. And she was. Oh, she definitely was. Her pace slowed as she got ever closer to her destination, and her attention was caught by a witch, cowering in the corner. She was only a young woman - new to the craft, aswell, apparently. A pity.

Tottering over to the witch, she smiled at her, an innocent facade suddenly showing itself. "Come on, hon, lets get you somewhere safe." Her smile did not faulter, and she held out her hand. The witch looked up, eyes swollen with tears. Na'dian nodded. The witch had no idea she was facing the Queen of all evil. Such insolence. Finally the witch took her hand and struggled to get up, before launching herself at Na'dian, wrapping her arms around her in a hug. A look of disgust dawning on her features. She pushed the wish off, and spoke, her voice icy cold. "Stupid girl. Do your homework in future."

The fiery redhead conjured a fireball, before launching it at her victim. The girl screamed, a pleasing sound, and as Na'dian walked away, the only sound was the burning body and the clicking of those beautiful stilletto heels.

Before long she had reached her destination. A sad sense of grandeur seemed to vacate the area, and, Queen Na'dian's approach seemed to cut through that like a hot knife to butter. She walked quickly, her pace unfaultering and determined. Her eyes scanned the building, and finally reaching the sign over the entrance, she read. Bay Mirror Newspaper - Home of Ask Phoebe! She smiled, before speaking quietly, seemingly to no-one. "Oh Phoebe. Such irony. You're dead now." With that she let the smile drop and approached the entrance, her eyes locked upon the door. It seemed to be reinforced with a shitload of magic, which, of course, wasn't a problem. She concentrated a little, and, immediately, the magic blocking her entrance melted away and left the entrance ungaurded.

Opening the door, she stepped in, confident in what she was doing. People bustled around her, but no-one saw her; just as she had planned. Clapping her hands twice, the bustling crowd began to visibly slow down, then, within a few seconds, had stopped fully. Frozen in time.

Like lambs to the slaughter.

She smiled and began to walk, brushing a stray hand of fiery hair behind her ear. You had to give her credit - she had gotten into the headquarters of her opposition without so much as a bit of detection. The next challenge was right in front of her. A pretty, brunette girl - the one she understood to be Aundrea Dennis. Such a nice name.

It was a pity the girl was about to die. She snapped her fingers and released time's hold on her, allowing her to move freely.

"Good Evening, Aundrea."

[Aundrea Dennis]

What to do when you seemed like you were the only one in the crowd? People were moving around her as if she wasn't even there and for her that was fine. She was tired of being the leading lady in this world of total destruction and was tired of people looking at her as the answer for this crisis. She wasn't the answer and the only one who could even attempt to save them was, the girl. Aundrea Dennis didn't know alot about her, except that she was the one to free them all. People were talking and as the time drew nearer they were pushing her methods from their tiny little brains. But that was what she wanted right? She wanted a break and maybe this new girl would gladly take over everything she had worked so hard for. Sighing she leaned in on the table and laid down her head to rest.

Her eye lids were heavy with sleep and she thought about the last time her eyes found that. It had to be days, upon days since she had slept and it was growing on her now in these passing moments.

That's when it happened, she leaned back and forced her eyes to stay open even longer. She couldn't sleep nor would she if given the chance. Marcus kept telling her that she needed to take it easy because during the last magic raid, she nearly killed herself when she collapsed from lack of sleep. It was so bad that she was throwing up and couldn't stop her cough. Marcus had taken her by the hand though and got her out of the fight, just to take her back to the HQ for a rest. She remembered how he stayed with her until she fell asleep and kissed her on the forehead before he headed back to the fight.

When she woke up four days later, she was given the news that the resistance had been out numbered and since then she had found it even harder to sleep. If she would had been there, they wouldn't had lost. She would had made sure of it. Pushing the chair and standing up, she looked at the many faces as the blurred past her and the many people moved around to complete their assigned assignments. Some were demons, some were witches, and some were even humans and together they formed the resistance that was supposed to kill na'dian and bring back order.

Shaking her head as she cleared her throat, she felt an alert feeling take over her body as if something bad was going to happen. "Shit," she whispered as froze in place.

Thoughts about what was happening soared through her mind and nothing came to. It couldn't be the non-resistance and the only thing she could think of was, Na'dian. The flaming red hair that haunted her dreams so many nights, burned her eyes and she knew in a moment hell was about to break out.

Unfreezing and seeing all her friends around her frozen in the river of time, Aundrea's eyes became beady. She was the epiphany of a scared cat about to be thrown into water. She wasn't ready for this and she closed her eyes trying to make the nightmare end. Closing her eyes repeatedly, nothing happened and the sight of the red headed female stood before her with seductive eyes. The sight of her hurt, Aundrea's eyes and she just couldn't compare to the girls beauty. It was as if she was dressed for a funeral and here Aundrea was looking a mess. Her clothes were stained with blood and dirt, her hair was rumpled in long braids and knots, and her face was stained with dirt. Aundrea in the old days would have never looked like this, but today she stood here a mysterious beauty.

"Na'dian?" she asked in return as she nodded her head. "Why..." she started out and quickly changed her eye direction. "....What do you want?" she asked in hesitance.

[Queen Na'dian]

Na'dian wanted for nothing. She had everything she had possibly imagined.. All except for one thing, but that didn't matter now. It was all in her past, and, no matter how close she had held it... him, to her heart, she had forgotten. Or at least, she had tried to, and she still thought she had. She got by every day without so much as a twinge thinking about him, and she had got herself up the echelons and had finally broken out of hell, literally. Now, she had everyone else in it.

But she was revelling in it. Simply walking through the streets set her soul alight, and brought a wide smile to her features, as she watched various things happening, and all the little demons taking what was rightfully theirs. She guessed that the demons alone had diminished the population of San Francisco by almost a quarter, but the death toll was ever rising. The Angel of Death must love her now, she thought with a ruefull smirk. The smirk began to fade slowly as she walked around the room gracefully, those seductive red heels clicking upon the hard floor. The redhead could feel Aundrea's eyes on her, never leaving her being. She could feel the fear emanating from Aundrea's body, and it was all she could do not to laugh. The effect she had on people, the terror she struck into their hearts pleased her. It meant that people respected her, and feared her power. Or that was how it appeared, anyway. But the Queen of the Underworld, and, true enough, the Overworld now, knew that nothing was ever as it appeared. She knew she was hated, but hey, it came with the job title. If anyone crossed her, their asses were her's.

That was what really pleased her. Hearing the screams, have mercy, they all cried. She was shown no mercy years ago, so why should she show any? In all truth, she did not have an ounce of mercy left in her. Maybe she never had any at all.

"....What do you want?" Na'dian had to smile at this, her lips curving over her face in a strangely alluring, but profusely evil smirk. Her eyes danced over the many people in the room, taking in every detail of their faces. Everyone seemed so good looking in here.. What was with that? What was this, the Resistance, or the Modelling Agency? "I just came to scope out the... Competition, if you could call it that." Her smile grew, and she shrugged a shoulder, giving off an innocent aura as she did so. Being young had its perks. She could persuade anyone she was an angel in disguise.

Coming to a halt in front of a particularly good looking male specimen, Na'dian placed her hands upon her slender hips and sized him up. He was undoubtedly a witch. She lifted her hand, twizzled a few strands of his hair between her fingers and looked him in the eye, before speaking over his shoulder to Aundrea. "You and your Resistance are looking a little worse for wear, hon." She was playing it innocent, which was a dangerous sign. "Whats up with that?" She asked, losing interest in the dude and walking away, her hips swaying seductively. Flames erupted from around her feet and enveloped her, as she teleported across the room to sit on the desk next to Aundrea. The flames were giving off no heat, and so Aundrea would not have been hurt.

Or at least, Na'dian hoped she wasn't hurt. Honestly, she did. Right?

[Aundrea Dennis]

Fear. Defined in all it's glory it meant being scared to the point of death. Many wished never to have this feeling overtake them and for some it was part of everyday life. No matter how you looked at...fear was bad. It haunted you till you died and some never got rid of it. It has always existed and if you feared nothing, you never lived at all. You see fear was something that defined who you were in this world. If you feared and dealt well, you were defined as courageous. Meaning you were able to face that fear and stand against it with high hopes of defeating it. If you let it defeat you then you were labeled a coward and everyone knew that you become enslaved to the fear that overcame you. Still it sucked and you never knew what to do. As of now, Aundrea was in a threshold of both. She was courageous and anyone saying she wasn't needed to check their own moral compass. However, she was a failure at everything she did and the resistance was proof of that. They had managed to keep a stronghold on, San Francisco but they were living like rats in a cellar.

It scared her that so much of her life was defined to magical standards and for that she was extra scared. Humans had it lucky - they had one thing to worry about and that was themselves, while it was different with magical beings. They had a duty and that was to fight in any war that threatened the existence of humans and their own kind. Sure they could take the easy way out and refuse to fight like the humans but did that really ever work?

No. No it would never work because if you were found out as to being a magical being, you were killed or slaughtered by the very people you swore to protect. It was as if you were given a risk factor with the job you had, in the 'old' San Francisco you were told never to tell people your secret because humans were too dense and couldn't understand your heritage. They couldn't stand it in the Salem Witch trials and they can't stand it now in the new millennium. Still they protected the people that threatened their kind daily and did they fuss? Of course they did but it was defined as magical duty. Be persecuted and fight, or die because you look arrogant if you don't use your powers to help. Either way you died - it was an endless cycle you could do nothing about and with that floating in, Aundrea's mind - it became apparent as to why she started the resistance. Humans had no footing at all in this war...this wasn't one between humans and magical creatures...it was between magical being and magical being. Humans were just caught in between.

The sickly Aundrea stood their majestically as she looked at the flaming red-head. No wonder why she was evil, she had the power to rule and when a dictator like her came into the world, it wasn't long before people detested her. It was fighting the world's first 'woman' Hitler and it sucked that she was a key player in this oppression against the magical race.

With solemn eyes of a sickly girl, Aundrea let her hands fall to her side almost limp. Her fingers twitched with nerves and her brown hair fell into her face as a draft in the building moved it with ease. She was a great and terrible beauty and it was amazing that it took a war such as this to turn the materialistic girl into a realist. A faint look of disgust appeared on the youngest Dennis sisters face and she pursed her lips as she began to speak. "Competition...." she muttered under her breath as she looked around the room at all beings around her. "...I don't see this as a game but we do see it for what it is....a war...a holocaust at your hands." said Aundrea softly not one time raising her tone.

"It's because we are...you try living like us for one day and see how you would take it...." she said in broken fragments and looked away as her hands still flickered with life. "...then again...we are strong because we are still here." spoke Aundrea as he lip turned into a smile. She was trying to piss off the Red Queen and hopefully she was doing just that. "That must be why your here...the rest of the world is gone and we are all that's left. We never gave into your evil and we never went all animalistic like you believed we would. Face it Na'dian...to us you are weak, nothing but a coward because it took you this long to face us yourself." she spoke almost cruelly. Never had this tone of voice been used before by the girl and with that she hesitated. "...when she comes, your done for Na'dian and I hope I'm there to see her kill you." she said in reference to the Blue Eyed Girl, "...so tell me Na'dian what do you wish for when you see a falling star?"

[Queen Na'dian]

Na'dian was always a determined being. From the day she had came into existance, she had always been driven and determined. Becoming Queen of all Evil had had its effects on her ego, of course, but there was truth in such petty things. She knew she was powerful, almost invulnerable, and she said so. Of course, she did have her weaknesses, like everyone did, but there werent many of those. Na'dian had no time for the weak, and, though she tried to be strong, Aundrea was exactly that: A weak, scared little girl in a world she didn't belong in. She was in over her head, but she didn't know that. She was a corageous girl, Na'dian would give her that, but the courage soon turned into bravery, and bravery was stupidity. Stuck in her teenage form, Na'dian felt more alive than she ever had done in her long life. The Red Queen wore a graceful smile as she heard Aundrea's words, such little, empty, hopeless words. "...I don't see this as a game but we do see it for what it is....a war...a holocaust at your hands."

Na'dian laughed audibly at this.. A holocaust? No. Na'dian was not commiting genecide. Sure, she was eliminating good; but that was not genecide. Genecide was singling out one race and seeking to eliminate them; Na'dian wanted good eliminated full stop, she cared not about which races she killed. She let her thoughts be known before Aundrea could continue. "Stupid girl, this is not a holocaust, nor am i commiting genecide. This, what you see around you, this.. Aundrea," She paused and let her smile grow, transforming it into a wicked, evil grin. "This is destiny. And it will happen, no matter what you and your peasants do." The Red Queen got up from the desk she perched on, flicking her flaming red fringe out of her eyes. "Dont you see, Aundrea? You living like lambs for the slaughter will not help. You cannot stop this. You cannot delay what destiny has had written for a millenia."

She began to walk to where Aundrea stood, circling her like a vulture circles its prey before going in for the kill. She listened to the words Aundrea spoke once more, her voice gritty and quiet. "It's because we are...you try living like us for one day and see how you would take it...." Again Na'dian laughed, mocking the witch who thought she held so much of a threat to her. "I dont need to. I dont care how you live - you made this hell hole for yourselves. I told you a long time ago, you either join me, or you die." She smiled at Aundrea and stopped right in front of her, looking the girl in the eyes. "You made your choice, and you obviously chose to die." Aundrea spoke again. "...then again...we are strong because we are still here." The Queen let out an amused cackle; hiding her rising temper well. She grew tired of the girls constant contradictions. "Wrong. You are not strong.. I have my sources, girl. I see everything, i know everything... I AM everything. I know your resistance's morale weakens, i know you are crumbling from within," Moving, she brought her fingers to her lips as she though about how best to word her next sentence. "And i intend to hurry the crumbling along a little."

Within seconds, Na'dian had teleported across the room in an eruption of flame, appearing just infront of the guy she was toying with before. Without a moments notice, she conjured an athame, and, with the strength of ten men, whipped it across his throat. The freeze she had been maintaining upon him broke, and he fell to the floor, blood pouring from the gaping wound she had created. Strange gurgling noises emanated from him and Na'dian smiled, before teleporting back to where Aundrea stood, disabling her movements but still allowing her to speak.

"That must be why your here...the rest of the world is gone and we are all that's left. We never gave into your evil and we never went all animalistic like you believed we would. Face it Na'dian...to us you are weak, nothing but a coward because it took you this long to face us yourself." Na'dian laughed again, reaching out and grasping Aundrea's throat. "Think what you will, child, but you were always and will always be a naive little girl." "...when she comes, your done for Na'dian and I hope I'm there to see her kill you." Na'dian's brow furrowed, of what was she speaking of? Who was this 'she'? No being in the universe had the power to vanquish Na'dian now, except maybe for the Powers That Be, but they were forbidden to ever interfere in the affairs of the world. "...so tell me Na'dian what do you wish for when you see a falling star?" Na'dian shrugged off her worries, and instead tightened her grip upon the young girl's throat. She let small flames erupt on the hand she held her with, singeing and burning her skin. "And so the madness begins to come forth. Well, Aundrea, my dear. We'll see what you wish for after you see this."

Releasing her grip, she waved her hands and conjured knives, held magically next to the people that were frozen's throats. With another wave of her hand, the knives cut the throats, some embedding themselves in their victim's hearts, and, once the victims fell to the floor, broken, dieing, they dissappeared. Na'dian released her magical hold over Aundrea and conjured another knife, covered in the blood of all the victims, before handing her it gently. She spoke, almost soothing in the chaos the room had became home to. "Have fun explaining your way out of this one." She smiled, before her body erupted in flames so hot the very air seemed to combust. She was gone.

[Itzen Evert]

Lost. That's how he'd define himself in this place, amongst these.. people. If they could really be considered as such any longer. Every which way he'd turned, Itzen had found one freak after another. From leprechauns to midgets, he'd seen and smelled them all, and none of it appealed to his favor. And for that reason, he'd stuck strictly to the more.. human individuals of the resistance. A resistance he didn't quite believe in as it was. But it seemed Catalina believed in it enough for the both of them, and for that reason, and that one alone, he remained here. Helping the freaks with their feeble attempt at resisting some uber bitch with red hair. As if someone with red hair could pose that much of a threat as it was. Everyone knew red-heads were only good for one thing.. tricks. Specifically, turning them. Not that he cared much for the tricks of freaks, and to him, the Red Queen was the supreme freak of them all. And perhaps, that was why he had to stay here. To protect the countless freaks from one too-powerful freak.

And how incompetent of a leader would allow such a freak to continue standing all this time. From what he'd learned from just standing in the corner, just helping out the humans as needed, it appeared this super freak was.. well.. super freaky. And this Dennis chick was their supposed leader now? A witch, no doubt. No wonder this resistance was dying by the minute. Just watching her alone, he could tell she wasn't fit for such a role. Leaders were supposed to take charge, and account for the dangers that may and have come. This one, she only sits around and looks upon the assembled crowd with pity and remorse. Like she knew they were all fated to die the longer they were compelled to breathe. Aundrea, from what he'd witnessed himself, was ready to die.. not fighting, mind you.. but die just to be free from the pressure of living. But Itzen wasn't too fond of leaving this place just yet. Not now.

Itzen had expected her to break sooner or later, to just go off and run. Run as far and as fast as her pathetic legs could take her. To hide, in whatever place she could feel safe in, for sake of the barrier that kept them all here. For countless hours in the day, Itzen just watched her, prepping for the moment he'd see her excuse herself and never come back. To go, and never return until it was all over. Whether they had won or not.. didn't seemed to quite matter to her, just so long as she saw the end. If doing nothing more than standing there could do something productive, she sure as hell hadn't figured that part out just yet. But she was trying her little heart out, wasn't she. Like a statue, a mannequin of some monumental role, she seemed more a placeholder for someone greater, someone better suited for the title of 'leader'. He didn't quite want that role in particular, but he was more concerned with giving it to someone who could take lead, instead of a stand-in. And it was about time he'd made such a move, to replace Aundrea with someone more.. prepared to watch others die, instead of ready to die herself. And for that reason, Itzen had left to take a breather on the roof, to clear his mind in the same way he wanted to clear any second thoughts.

But what he saw when he came back could only be described as one thing, and one thing alone. "About bloody time," He didn't even need to look around to see the carnage and destruction that was left in the wake of something quite.. beautiful, in his eyes. It was absolute death, and show of passionate destruction. And of all people, Itzen understood that more than anyone. His eyes remained only on the woman holding the knife in her hands, blood still warm and dripping from the tip so stained in red ecstasy that it could make the most hardened veterans cower in fear. But he did not, for he reveled in such a sight, his eyes bulging and glimmering in slight delight. Approval. At least the girl had done something, finally. And quite thoroughly too. Save, of course, for himself.

But that wasn't to be the end of his voice, sounding off in the hollow room. Empty of life now, the chatter too had ended. It left the room as empty as if there were no other besides himself and Aundrea. "I thought you'd crack sooner or later," he admitted to the witch. No, not witch. From what he could tell, witches were good guys. This.. catastrophe of death was nothing a witch would do. No, not a witch. "Freak," he said, letting the word carry along, and become the only resonating word in the air. It held potency, undeniable now. With each word, he took several steps closer to his newest target, his hands already holding, clenching onto the hilts to tightly it made his knuckles whiten, and his teeth grind. "You're no better than the queen freak now." All around, he could feel the energy slowly dying, all of which he couldn't help restart. Not if he wanted to end this freak's life for taking theirs. With each step, he passed by another dead, a fallen comrade.. and with each moment, he extracted from them to make it his own. Each movement closer to Aundrea made him stronger, made him more and more prepared for the encounter. Taking down one queen freak would only ready him for the other. A trial to which he would gladly take."

Orbs of green and brown wavered between colors as he came closer and closer to her, watching closely the blade still gripped in her hands. If it came down to a knife fight, he was more than prepared to end it just as fast as the strike of metal. Unlike most of these wretched freaks, he was trained in the art of combat, ready for any encounter. "Honestly, you would've done better to run for the door, than end the war this way." Nodding to each side at the fallen victims of this girl's rampage. He eyed the deep scorch mark on her neck, and grinned at it. "Looks to me, somebody wasn't quite ready to die so easily, eh? So willing to sacrifice themselves to your generous insanity." He chuckled at that, glistening white teeth contrasting so greatly with the mood of the room right now it could almost blind. "Just so you know," His eyes glazed on her now, seeing the powers resonate from her so freely. "I'm one of those unwilling." And so, he charged.