On the Prowl ((Open))

[Mara Tolmach]

Mara had left the witch's home, and began to search the island desperately for Satan, her beloved brother. She hoped with all her being that she was able to see him hell perhaps even be able to make him hers. She had been following his presence for a while now, and still her search yielded nothing. Things would be quicker if she shed her human form, but she couldn't risk it. 'Remember, despite my personal plans, I can't reveal myself without ruining things for master' she thought to herself as reached a tall tree.

An idea struck her, and she soon began to climb the tree. If there was any chance he was in the immediate area, from the tree she could see him easily. The only problem was she was rushing to get up high so she kept losing her grip, nearly falling a few times. 'Be careful, you just got summoned, and you still have things to do' she thought to herself as she reached the highest point of the tree.

Her eyes began to scan the ground below for any sign of her brother though as she did, a feeling of dread washed over her. She was scared that he knew what she had done to their sister, and he'd hate her. The thought alone was incredibly unbearable especially since she didn't mean for it to happen. 'If luck on my side, please don't let him know' she thought as she continued to look. Soon, some movement caught her eye, and she leaned out to get a better look.

Unfortunately, she lost her balance and began to fall the ground. She began to panic, and she closed her eyes tightly to brace herself for the fall, but when she did, she landed on something warm and solid. 'Damn, what should I do? How would "Mara" act?' she thought to herself. "Oh my, I'm so sorry" she said in a soft, sweet voice as she got off the person she fell on.

[SHANE DEVONTE ANUBIS]

A new name, he thought, as Shane stepped out from the witch's little hut into the thick, sticky sand of the beach. It seemed to go on for miles, nothing but sand, only interrupted by the swaying forest of thick palm trees and ruined cities. Any degree of hope that existed within the island was quickly put to rest by the undying listlessness of the cyan waves. He was sure that on vacation, this place would've been beautiful to the people stuck here; him, on the other hand, would probally wish to be somewhere better, maybe in Maui, where the sand is golden and the waves are huge, beautiful. This looked like pathetic little wasteland, as if a tsunami had rolled in, killing all it's inhabitants and washing away the color of it. He scowled, as he trudged through the ankle-deep sand, that stuck disgustingly to his new mortal clothes. As he approached the coconut forest, he spied a red-headed girl, hanging awkwardly from atop a tree. He looked ahead at the girl with a smile; she was pretty, not like he'd imagined, elderly couples visiting this desolate area to rekindle their decades-old love. Finally, someone to leach off his endless needs from. "Finally, someone to fuck with.", he spoke vulgarly, not really caring what the person above him thought.

He stared up ahead, as he demanded, "What the hell are you doing up their?! Get down, your going to fucking kill yourself!", much less wanting to know than get the satisfaction of obedience. Or I'll gladly kill you if the tree doesn't, he morbidly thought to himself, as his dark eyes darted up to see his wishes coming true, the girl falling atop him. She wasn't exactly heavy, but he wouldn't call it the most comfortable experience, as she almost snapped his neck from lading on him in such an angle. He was furious, ready to send a legion of silver shrapnel from his abundant supply into her soft, assumingly human flesh. "Is there a paticular reason why you were hanging in the tree, you stupid bi-", before he could start yet another stream of contantly-flowing vulgarities, he was paused by the look of familiar beauty that cursed her face. His eyes widened as his heart seemed to be pumped with cyanide, precious oxygen escaping his human body.

I've seen her face before, his thoguhts stuttered, trying to piece it together in the midst of the heart-stopping fright that now consumed him. Her apperance had certainly been altered, but he couldn't mistake the look of one of his siblings. Her blood red hair and inhuman skin had changed, into something more human-like; but her seemingly normal features were still clouded by unbridled hatred and jealousy, something he'd of never mistaken for anything else. "Leviathan?!", he said faintly, not wanting to upset her more than he was sure he had already accomplished. He wished to say more, but to do so would take away the air his body was having trouble processing.

[Mara Tolmach]

"How do you know my...oh, it's you Mammon" she said, dusting herself off. She was a bit surprised to see one of her siblings summoned so soon after her arrival, but she was sure the witch hated the people of this island enough to risk his health to summon her brother.

"Now, what was it you were going to call me, brother dear?" she said in a honeyed voice though anyone could hear some venom dripping from her words. She knew that her older brother feared her though she never quite knew the reason for it however that didn't diminish the joy she felt in scaring the living daylights out of him.

"I know we have a mission that our master gave us, but there are more pressing matters that we must take care of. Satan is here on the island in human form possibly he possessed someone, and since our master has it out for everyone, we need to find him, and make sure he gets under the witch's protection" she said with some urgency in her voice. She didn't want to think something could happen to her beloved, and the only way to insure that was get him to the witch's house.

"And you will help me unless you want me to turn you into a popsicle of course" she said in that fake sweet tone with a small chuckle. She needed the help to find him, and who better than her brother who is too afraid to say no to her.

[SHANE DEVONTE ANUBIS]

He rubbed his palm over his head, feeling lightheaded. Her knee had collided right into his forhead in a brutal connection of bone-against-bone, and it pained him like hell. "Well fuck, don't you know how to make an entrance? Nice to see you too, Leviathan.", he said weakly, not able to make a viperous comeback as she may be able to. Atleast, not at the given moment.

He looked up at her, to her question, feeling his bronchea harden, like stone, as he tried to choke words out. He wasn't going to tell her and risk the feel of an icy blast against his skin that held him coldy in place for eternity. "I thought you were someone else, Levi...", he spoke softly, his voice trailing off. Why did he feel so weak under her, so defenseless, like a rabbit surrounded by a pack of wolves? He hissed the last part of his sentence, as he felt little bits of metal under his skin, wanting to jolt into her flesh and tear until she was nothing but bone and gristle, "I'd never say that to my, err, sweet sister.", he said, lying through his damn teeth, It hurt him like bullet wounds to say shit like that, lie so dramatically like that. Fear was one of his rarest qualities as well as one of his worst, and Envy brought it out the worst.

His ears rung loudly, like nails on a chalkboard, impossible to ignore, as he heard the name Satan. He sighed, and shut her out of his mind, not even needing to hear anymore. It was the same boring story with her, and he just wished she'd end it and start a new one. Her relentless persue of Wrath and hatred of their youngest sister was making them all sick. He interrupted her mid-sentence, beginning a walk away from her. "I'm not your fucking dog. If you want to continue to waste your life with this, then be my guest. Don't include me in this, I honestly couldn't give a damn about Satan, Lucifer, or you., he said abruptly, not really caring what he'd said. His need to say what he needed to say got the best of him, and for once, he thought, may have served him well.

And you will help me unless you want me to turn you into a popsicle of course,the words, softly said, scared him to his core. He stood their, frozen in his tracks, his back vulnerably turned to the only person who scared him, in here and in hell.

[Mara Tolmach]

She could tell he was lying, it wasn't that hard to tell with him. She didn't mind it, but what he said afterward really hurt her. Her eyes were blurred with tears, and she fought them to keep them from falling. Mammon lacked tack which was something she didn't like about her brother.

She did however smirk through her tears that her threat scared him, but she didn't take much joy in it like usual. She slowly walked over to him, the ground freezing beneath her feet where she stepped, surprised that her powers were showing through her human form.

"While my feelings for him maybe the main drive for me to find him, keep in mind, he's still family. He wasn't summoned like we were, and if the witch doesn't know who he is, he could be killed. Now, I may mean to follow through with my threat or I may not, it's entirely up to you" she said, her voice cold, but there was a slight quiver of sadness to it.

She quickly turned her back to him, not wanting him to see her weak side. She had a hold of power over him, the last thing she needed was for that to crumble. She took a deep breath and turned to him. "You may dislike him, but even you can see it'd be bad if he died even if your own little world revolves around yourself and the treasures you hoard" she hissed out.

[SHANE DEVONTE ANUBIS]

A shiver sprinted up his spine as her feet thudded on the ground, each step a closer and colder blast of arctic ice on his calves. He inched up a bit, as he felt his heart freeze, refusing to let the life-giving blood fill his body, instead leaving him frozen in fear in that very spot. he wasn't even sure if it was fear...was it guilt? Something had taken his soul and began ripping it asunder before him. He shaked it off. He was greed, selfishness. He felt no guilt.

He hissed at her crying, like a cobra ready for the kill; not insults spoted from his mouth, not wanting to kick his siter whilst she was down. He listened to her speak, a mix of threats and heartfelt concern over Wrath. He could feel his skin heat up, sizzling. He didn't mean what he said before. Not entirely, Leviathan and Lucifer mattered to him, despite the costant arguments that took place between the two. It was definately ripe with entertainment, hell never got boring. However, he hated Wrath, so unconditionly, the way he seemed to challenge Mammon's demand, independently from the others, Atleast the way he hated Beelzebub, it was because she was just an overall bitch, but she was still somewhat attatched to the rest of them. But Wrath came and went, each time making him hate Satan a bit more.

One part interested him, though. "He's already here?", he asked outloud. In his mind, a tiny voice filled with enthusiasm whispered "and, he's mortal. Vulnerable." A toothy smirk crossed Greed's face, as little, depraved thoughts flooded his mind. "You know what?", he said smiling, his eyes surely spelling M I S C H I E F to Mara, "I'd be glad to help find him.".

[Mara Tolmach]

She could tell he was scheming, it was written over his smug face, but she chose to ignore it for the moment. "Thank you, that's very unlike you to actually help" she said slowly, raising an eyebrow in suspicion of his motives. "It's too much to walk this entire island to find him, perhaps we should ride in style" she murmured softly, looking around to make sure no humans or other beings were close by.

Once she was sure it was just her and Mammon, she closed her eyes, and shed her human form. Her hair went from a more natural color to blood red once more, her skin lost color to become as white as alabaster, her teeth replaced with sharp reptilian fangs that matched her eyes when they opened.

With her full powers at her disposal, she pointed over a near by clearing and concentrated a blast of ice over there as it formed into a serpent that slithered over to herself and Mammon. She gently petted her creation on the head and from it's head, sprouted two horns for her to hang onto. "This serpent will go fast enough so humans won't even catch a glimpse of us. Though, if you're not keen on sitting on his icy back, grab a palm tree leaf, and use it as a saddle" she said, gesturing at one of the trees.