We Found Love | Mari |

[Lana Louise Evans]

She hadn't moved too much. There was school, but that doesn't count since she didn't talk much. The football players kept eying her off like she was the biggest bitch. Sorry for spoiling your demon summoning fun. Not to mention the cheerleaders kept smiling at her even though she still quit cheerleading. But besides that, she kept herself up in her room. She knew that she should be helping out Ev and Xzavier more then ever, but she couldn't. She could not get the sight of the demon that won her heart murdering those officers, and ripping appart her heart like that. She felt - broken. Ironic for the girl that can heal, but she felt like she was falling apart. So looking up at the wall, arms crossed over legs to her chest she just thought. She was one girl, and Sam was a big guy. He had done a lot to her in just one night, and she was just - scared. She thought she was invincible, but she didn't take in consideration to how fragile her heart was.

Her head shot up at the sound of the knocking, and looked to the bedroom door. She should answer it, but a part of her felt more comfortable with a weapon in her hand. So right after she rose she snatched up the stake off of her dresser and hurried down stairs. Getting to the end, she took a breath as she moved slowly to the door holding the stake in her grip, finally getting to the door. Touching the door nob, she pulled the door open as she looked out and saw a woman. Using the door to block the stake, she looked at the girl uneasily. "Uh - hi". She gulped slightly as she looked at her. Something she had definitely learnt was that looks can be decieving. "Ev and Xzav aren't - home like ever, but can I leave a message". She could only persume she was there for one of them, because she had definitely not seen this chick before.

[Marina Anne Sinclaire]

She came dressed in her work clothes. Well work clothes for a cupid anyway. Her pink dress swishing as she moved and knocked on the door. She'd gotten a heads up that Samael was here at least a few days ago. It never hurt to check and see what damage he'd done if any.

Sensing worry on the other side of the door she did her best to show a smile, "Hi, My name is Marina Sinclaire. I'm actually here to see if my brother Samael stopped by here. I seem to keep missing him and I know he tends to leave an impression where he goes. I'm really worried he's going to hurt someone so I came here to see if he'd been by recently. Your neighbors said they thought they saw him a while ago."

She exhaled, "I know Sam is...troubled. Very troubled. I hope he's not hurt anyone with his anger management issues?" she said softly as she looked at the pink streaked blond with a worried look.

[Lana Louise Evans]

Lana stood leaning against the doorframe as she looked at the woman as she spoke. Okay, Lana wasn't cool with being lied to right now, and if it is about Sam it is just that little bit more shifty. Yeah, she instantly didn't trust this woman. So in the state of mind she was in at the moment, she wasn't going to mess around. Mess this woman up? Maybe. Sighing, she let out a deep breath as she brushed her eyes to her. "You know what - rocking up to a hunter's place. Big fucking mistake". Lana swung the door open and gripped onto the girl's neck and ripped her inside, swinging the brunette into the wall assertively as Lana held her there. The door slammed shut as Lana held up a stake, looking her dead in the eye - even though Lana was sadly shorter then her. "Listen here. I am seventeen, tired and pissed and when it comes to that bastard and his wacky family, I am going to get a bit aggrovated you know!". She angrily said with an emotional chuckle, before pressing her against the wall harder. "What do you really want? And no more of this normal-like vague bullshit either". She gritted her teeth, and stabbed the stake into the wall next to the girl's head. This demon - oh - she so hoped she was easier then Sam. Because really, this Sinclaire family sucked!

[Marina Anne Sinclaire]

There was a lot of pain as Mari felt Lana grip the back of her neck and she squeaked. Hitting the wall she winced and instinctively her power burst forth. Gold splashing over her and Lana as she tried to calm the aggression the woman was feeling and heal her wounded soul, "Whoa! Stop don't don't hurt me!" moaning in pain as she saw stars and started to slide down the wall like a bug that had been swatted. She cringed and cowered as she felt the woman grip, gasping in pain as she tried to keep a panic attack, "You're hurting me." she said softly as she trembled with the stake next to her head. "I'm not a demon or a vampire. Please stop."

"I'm not here to hurt you. Sam is my half brother. He's a demon and he's hurting people and I'm trying to stop him. Let me go he's already tried to strangle me once. I'm a cupid I don't hurt people please...." she gasped out and panted as her power washed over them and her nose started to bleed. She'd been burning power and it was taking its toll on her. A migraine starting to wash over her as she fought to be coherent. She felt her vision start to swim and she gasped as red spots flashed before her eyes indicating she'd been shaken up a bit and her vision was reacting to the stress. She closed her eyes and tried to calm her breathing as she began to feel herself starting to pass out. Sagging in Lana's grip unconscious as blood dripped from her nose. Her leg braces scraping against the wall as she stopped trying to hold herself upright.

[Lana Louise Evans]

"Yeah, that's the point. But great observation". She grunted as she smashed the girl into the wall. She held her there as she attempted to plea innocent. Not really working, but the fact that she is related to him just showed how much she could not trust her. Especially when a burst of gold came at Lana but she stepped back, glaring at the woman. The Sinclaire's; very unpredictable but as it started to dim away she shot towards her again. "Don't want to hurt people, right? Then what the fuck was that!". Growled Lana as she looked at the girl and then saw her gasp. Big reaction but little show as before she knew it, this chick was passing out in Lana's grip. Really? Is this a joke or something? She had had a lot of intimidation in her life. Being smashed around her house, finding a burning body in a car from a demoness but this was definitely something different as a dribble of blood fell from her nose. Lana looked at her confused as she let go and watched the woman slide to the ground. Looking at her confused, Lana didn't know what to do. "Right then - um..... Let's call Xzavier then". What a spastic situation! A girl comes to your door and passes out. This was bringing women power to a definite low.

[Marina Anne Sinclaire]

"Stop!! I'm not a demon!!" she called out as she slumped a bit and looked a bit stunned at Lana, "That was my soul healing and empathy...." her words began to slurr and she felt half of her body go numb. She coughed and whimpered before she succumbed to her injuries and slumped forward. Blood pooled from her nose and her pulse began to flutter erratically. Her heart going into an arithmea as she lay there. Her purse off to the side and forgotten in the struggle. Its contents strewn over the floor.

Her cell phone was close at hand, an image of her in Rodney's arms as they both smiled as her wallpaper for her smartphone. Her wallet with her ID, Student ID, and medical cards was near Lana's feet inside the wallet were a few post it notes that Rodney had given her to tell her why he loved her along with a picture of him.

More pictures were inside, images from her time with Rodney at the lake house, and on the back scrawled in a man's handwriting was a date and a heart. Other images were there, a recent picture of Cruise smirking as Mari hugged him and he had his arm around her. An image of Mari with a handicap assistance Labrador retriever. Another image of Mari in an 18th century costume with the phrase "To my true angel of music - P." In the back was an old faded picture of a woman with red hair and brown eyes beaming and holding a tiny baby. Scrawled on it was the note "Anne Marie and Marina at 6 months old."

Tangled under her lay her rosary and chaplet of Saint Michael the medallion starting to gleam brightly as the tattoo on her arm began to glow dimly.

[ELI VINCENT DIASTONE]

She didn't know if she should be worried, or cautious. She had already been burned - literally, by one Sinclaire this week. Another would be a bit too much but she heard what she said as she slid down the wall. Soul something and empathy? Whatever that was, she doubted it was true. Call her stubborn or whatever, but you rock up at her house with a topic like this, not to mention making it all shadowy and crap, then what did you expect. But as everything sprawled out everywhere, Lana rose an eyebrow. She did not slam her into that wall that hard, what was this? But near her feet she saw the girl's ID and picked it up. "Okay then, I guess that is really your name. And she is even in college. Demons come up with the best backstories". The hint of sarcasm was present as she folded her arms and looked down at her. She had a bleeding nose and crap, and Lana didn't know what to do here - like at all. Dialling Ev's number, she waited for an answer. "Ev, hey. Um - some chicks here looking kinda unconscious but since she is an 'associate' with Samael, the only compassion I have is the fact that her outfit makes her look like Hampton's Barbie. Yeah, big daddy evil man. But she is having an episode so I think - Name? Does it matter, she is evil. Okay, I love ya too. Yep. Uh-huh. No, you'll take to long. Okay fine, I'll put her on the couch or something until she wakes up. Well, I'll tie her to the couch then! Right, seeya". Hanging up, Ev wanted her to wait until he got home so she had some fun heavy lifting to do. Grunting, she lifted the girl into the air and moved into the loungeroom. Point one for the fairy, point two was getting the rope before she wakes up.

[Michael]

Michael stood in the middle of a dark alley way before a demon that was on its back, trying to scamper away. Five more of what was left of the demon's kin were on the ground, but unlike this one, the only thing that remained of them were charred husks that would turn to ash if so much as the slightest breeze blew through the alley. Michael approached the cowering hellspawn and lifted it up against a wall, the mere touch of Michael's hand against the demon's neck caused the beast's skin to sizzle and make it shriek in agonizing pain. “Your kind are from the Fifth Sphere of Hell,” he spoke in a calm and collected tone, “and Lilith sent you to Earth to track down Samael and destroy him. She should have came on her own accord, but with how expendable foot soldiers like you are, I can see why she would not. So tell me, what do you know of Samael's location?”

The beast struggled against Michael's grip, but found that it had a better chance of surviving Lilith's wrath than that of the Wrath of God. The demon hissed at Michael attempting to swing a right claw across the Seraphim's face, before Michael countered, softly. Lifting his arm with barely any effort, his left hand gripped the demon's arm slightly, and the arm itself was burnt from the demon's body, falling to the ground in flames of holy fire. “I will not ask again,” he declared vigilantly, “tell me what you know, or I will obliterate your very existence.” Michael was so very calm and collected as he spoke to the demon, showing no signs of worry, irritation, or even stress in any way. He was completely in control. The demon hissed again and uttered in a gurgled voice, “I...don't...know...”

The creature was not lying either. Michael knew that for sure. However, he could not allow the monster to run free. It was in the creature's nature to kill and murder innocents, but Michael also knew that inside the demon, was a tortured soul that cried out every day to God, for it to be free. The demon's body suddenly burst into flames, the creature shrieking as its body was filled with holy fire, which exited through its eyes, ears, nostrils, and mouth. Soundly, Michael released the charred husk to the ground, having absolved the tortured soul within, so that it may finally know peace in the fields of Paradise.

The Seraphim was now in the same spot as he was before in stopping Samael's completion of becoming a full blooded demon, and an abomination to the Grand Design. As he turned from the charred husks of former demons on the ground, he felt a pull coming from somewhere. It was Mari, and she was in danger. Faster than the speed of thought, he was gone from the alley, and at the doorstep of one Lana Evans. He entered quietly, before making his presence known. “Mari...” he said softly, kneeling before her and looking towards Lana.

“Lana...I know you do not know me, but I need you to trust me,” he said, before standing and revealing his six angelic wings from his back, “I am an angel of the Almighty, and Everlasting God in Heaven. My name is Michael.” His wings lowered and were suddenly gone from sight. He stood there, and looked at her in silence.


“I understand that there are a lot of questions, but God has sent me to earth to stop Samael,” he answered and looked into her soul. It was all there. Her pain, her distrust, her contempt for Mari and everyone related to her. “You love the demon that I am trying to kill...” he said softly, “you want to save him, and you tried, but he hurt you...didn't he?” Michael knelt down, touching Mari as his golden healing light spread throughout her body, restoring her well being instantly.

“As you see, her and I are not here to hurt you, only talk to you. I have seen what has happened, because I can see your pain inside.” He answered her honestly, “Please, trust us.”

[Marina Anne Sinclaire]

Mari's form flopped as Lana carried her. Her rosary falling and hooking itself on her hand as she was carried to the couch. Her life lay scattered on the ground, ignored and unregarded as she was placed down. Her breathing became more shallow as Lana looked for a piece of rope to tie her down with. Her form growing pale as it lay there. The blue tattoo on her shoulder seemed to pulse and then Michael was there.

Michael's golden energy washed over her and she gasped, her eyes popping open as if she was back from the dead. She looked around confused and disoriented for a moment before her memory came flooding back. Sitting up she hugged Michael and moved so she was behind him, shivering and closing her eyes as she tried to make herself as small as possible. Soft inarticulate noises of distress came from her as her fear washed over her and she tried to focus on calming herself down. To his comment to Lana she just ducked her head not wanting to speak or disrupt anything.

She forced herself to breathe and focus on something else...her things were scattered on the floor and she slowly began collecting them silently, being quiet as she did so. Only stopping when she had collected everything she could. Moving quietly back she did her best to stay behind Michael to avoid Lana's direct gaze, not meeting her eyes at all. Doing her best to stare at the floor while Michael explained.

[Lana Louise Evans]

The fallen girl sunk into the couch as she stood there. Who did she think she was? A sister of the man she lov...... tried to help. But what if she was like Samael, and tried to kill her. She couldn't be stupid here, she wasn't going too. She had a knack in seeing the good in everyone, Gabriel for example. But now her grey vision had dimmed, and with anyone except for Samael she was a lot more stubborn; much like X. But after what she had been through; can you blame her? Looking at the girl, she caught a glimpse of a glowing and pulsing mark on her shoulder, harmonically giving off light as Lana leant in to see it closer. But that is when it hit her. It was a becon, glowing like some supernatural low jack. She took a step back, and immediately heard the door shoot open and a man in all black run in. Her looked to the passing out girl, and then to Lana. Intimidated, she took a step back but definitely wasn't lowering her guard. "How do you know my name? Facebook". She smirked with humor at the most innappropriate time. But when she saw the wings, her eyes widdened as she backed to the point that her leg knocked over a vase as it smashed on the wooden floor. Looking to it, she glanced back at him. "Michael.... The arch angel.... Okay, adjusting. See when you are constantly in the presence of witches, demons and tattooed hunks, any good kind of goes out the window". She said, still moving away slightly. She was definitely feeling sick of being uncomfortable in her own house.

"Stop him?". She asked, but she already knew what he meant. "You mean - kill him". She wished that statement didn't kill her inside, but it did. She looked down slightly, crossing her arms as she looked at him. But when he looked at her, it was as if he was reading her. Like she was a book open to be read, and he was taken a big skim. He suddenly knew something, and when he said it it was like taking a bullet. She stood silent as he spoke, so exact. She didn't know what to say as a tear slightly welled up in her eyes. "Yeah, so what. I failed anyway, it doesn't matter anymore". She said as she turned away from the two as Mari adjusted and she caught a glimpse of what he did. He healed her, and she was as good as knew. Well physically at least as she looked at them both again, slightly intrigued as she slowly moved over to them again. See her pain inside. She wanted to tell him to stop as the tear fell astray and she shook her head. She didn't want to face this, ever, at all, nothing. But she couldn't.

Looking from him to her and her to him, she didn't know what to do. To trust or not to trust. To live or not to live. These questions went through her mind, but if they needed help stopping him she would tell them everything. Or would she? "He came into my cousins' store last week. He seemed - normal, I guess. But he wanted a locating spell, so he could find his father. We showdowned, he blew half the store up. But he came back here a few days later and wanted me to get him a spell to break through his father's magic. I - I didn't care for anything but to get him out of my life, so I took him there. But he changed". More tears fell but she held them back. No sobs came from his fairy. "I - - - I kissed him. And, it didn't feel evil. It brought out something in him. And he held me, gently. I had never, ever, been touched like that. But then the police came, he killed them and I ran. I ran for hours". She said, staring at a spot on the floor in the distance as she recalled what had happened. She didn't want anything from them, but she just wanted this pain to stop. The Evans kids have open hearts, that are both strong and fragile. Lana's was on the verge of shattering, and she didn't know what to do anymore.

[Michael]

Michael looked at Lana quietly as she asked how he knew who she was. “There is not much that I do not know about you Lana,” Michael explained softly, stepping towards her as she stepped back from him, “but contrary to popular belief, I am not an Arch Angel, but a Seraphim. The Bible has gotten more wrong than right about the Heavenly Father.” Such was he tale of Sodom and Gomorrah. God did not send Michael to destroy the city due in fact to homosexuality, but rather because of their use of dark magic growing dangerously high. Their use of magic threatened the balance between good and evil, but somehow the humans that wrote of the Gospels believed that it was divine retribution for homosexual behavior. How wrong they were.

As she said the words that were so hard for her to say, Michael tilted his head and looked into her eyes again. He approached her and quietly touched her hand. “You have seen his soul...” He whispered softly in declaration, “just like Mari has.” He pulled his own hand back and looked towards Mari and then back towards Lana. “It is true, that I have been sent by God to deliver Divine Judgement upon him, but it is true. Samael is only half demon, but because of that, he has a human soul that has been twisted and tormented by the horrors of Perdition. It is damaged and fragile, but both of you have managed to heal his soul. While I am here to stop Samael's ascension to full demon, I do not necessarily have to kill him either, if he can proven to be worth saving.” She explained that she had tried and failed to save him, but Michael slowly shook his head and smiled softly.

“You did not fail,” Michael explained, “while lives were lost, they are now Home, where they are supposed to be. You may not realize this now, but all is well. You have found a way to save a tormented soul, and also prevent an imbalance that would tear the universe apart.” Michael looked towards Mari and smiled. “Everything is okay Mari,” he said, “there may just be a chance that your brother can be saved.”

He turned back to Lana, and he knew that the pain was still there. Silently, Michael leaned in and softly hugged her. “I have existed since the beginning of the universe itself, and since then, I have grown a vast fondness for all of the creations of God on this planet, but I have never understood the pain that you are feeling. However, I do understand that it will pass. I promise.” He released her and stepped away silently.

[Marina Anne Sinclaire]

Looking back between the two she slowly approached Lana, opening her hands she showed her a broken pair of wire rimmed sunglasses that had been on her face when she'd been dragged in. One of the lenses was split in half and she removed the pieces, holding them separate as she looked at her silently before bringing the two pieces together, "Sometimes it takes a broken heart to see a broken heart and by working together the two can become one. You found the light within Samael and let it shine forth and while he may try to smother it it is a flame that can never truely die for what has been done cannot be undone. For that I thank you." she bowed quietly to the blond woman and lapsed back into silence as Michael spoke, tossing her broken glasses in the trash and looking to see if she had a pair of spare sunglasses. She did, rose tinted and all as she slipped them into place and relaxed as she felt more together. For some reason putting on glasses helped her focus.

Gently, shaking slightly, after all this was the woman who had thrown her into a wall, she touched Lana's hand and tried to let her power heal her shattered heart, "Samael fled because to love another person is to see the face of God and he did not feel worthy of such a blessing. You must not blame yourself for his actions. We will find him and make him see reason. It will just take patience." she said softly as she moved closer to Michael, "We'll prevail. After all, We're on a mission from God." she said solemnly.

[Lana Louise Evans]

It was - intense. The feelings of anger, sorrow and grief washed inside her, melding with her heart and her soul. It was tormenting her though, and it wouldn't stop. It would be a lie to say that Lana isn't a changed girl. She has gone for the teen who had too much to prove and so many hopes to a practical wreakless risk-taker, whose heart is clouded by pink but shines twice as bright. It is hard to deal - it is hard to want to deal. The tears fell but Michael gave her this insight and a little bit more hope, to save Sam. ''He is worth saving. I know it''. The tears fell down a motionless face as she confirmed this bluntly, but her eyes were casted over to Mari. She felt like the biggest bitch right now. ''I'm sorry. It - I got out of hand.... But its no problem''. Through her pain and fucked up mind, she revealed a small smile to the girl as Michael continued in assuring her she didn't fail. But if she hadn't failed - then why did she feel like this?

But after what he said, Lana's hands came to her face as the strength in her broke down and tears fell from her face. Maybe she would stop crying, but then again maybe she wouldn't. The tears may go away but the pain would stick, she was sure of it. Soon, Michael was holding her. She felt strength and an overwhelming feeling of purity coming from him as he assured she would be okay, and she looked from him wiping her eyes softly. ''It will, it just hurts you know. I have never loved someone - that way before. I don't know if it is love, or compassion or whatever. But I can't let him just die without giving the man inside him a chance of being free''. She told him but then felt Mari touch her hand. Something was happening, a warmth was running through her and she could actually start to feel a bit of her healing. But then why did she pull away? Looking at Mari, she smiled. ''Pain is hard Mari, but I have to deal with it. I don't want you to save me, I'm indestructable girl. But I need to deal with this myself if I am going to save Sam. But its nice to have a - girl to talk too''. Wiping a few more stray tears from her face, she looked back to Michael as she thought for a second. With slightly red eyes, she looked to the angel and let out a breath. ''What do I have to do?''.