She's planning something...

Olbreo was looking at a pond in front of him. His reflections was showing the face of a creature he didnt wish to become. He was scared of what might happen tonight, even though he had a good idea. He had heard about a party taking place at a manor, where lived catalina, olbreo's cousin. Cousins that he hadnt seen in years. Catalina was his only family left and she was rich as can be. Olbreo was always welcome at the manor, no matter what the reason was. One day, he just left without telling anyone. He had gone in an expedition that changed his life for the worst. If he had long ginger hair before, now he had just patchs of burned hair. His face was covered in bruises and scars, he was barely recognizable. He smiled sadly at his image, put on his trench coat and his worn out hat and took of for the manor.

Night came pretty fast, but olbreo was relieved it wasnt a full moon. He went through the forest that leads to the manor with great speed, cause not only was it raining pretty hard, but the wind was cold and the forest gave him the creeps. The manor looked just like the way it was when Olbreo left, nothing had changed over the years. Olbreo was walking around the manor to find a way in. Not being invited to the party and looking like a shitty mendiant, no one, not even Catalina, would believe that it was him. Even himself had trouble recognizing himself. The front door was out of the question, too obvious. Looking around in the windows, he could saw the interior pretty well. Just like the outside, the inside didn't changed much, everything looked as neat and well taken cared of as the the last day he was there. Windows was also out of the question. Then he found it, the place where he would get inside and sneek on this little party. The basement! Even though he never went them, it was the only way in for him. He didnt want to hide himself from his cousin like this, but he didnt had any choice. She was human, that lucky girl, but like the other humans, she would probably be scared of him. Well okay, he admitted that it wasnt the brihtest idea to sneek in from the basement, it would probably scare her more likre this, but he didnt want to see her just yet. The door to the basement was locked with one heavy lock and many chains made of silver. He knew what they were made of when he touched them... the burning skin of his hand revealing the answer. The basement was also out of the question. But then, a noise was heard from the front door. Someone was ringing. Did one of the guest already arrived? He quickly went to the corner and looked with his head near the front door. There was someone at the door, but Olbreo could not see who it was. The door opened and he was let in.... Olbreo stood there watching, with an uneasy feeling that something would happen tonight...

It had been a while since Emile was out from his recluse. He had spent the last year thinking, meditating and reflecting on what it meant to be an angel. In the process, his wings started changing colors, and so did his morality. He had received the invitation by his messenger bird, not knowing who had known the bird was his or what the author knew about him, Emile was curious. He packed and decided to go back to the outside world to see it through his new mindset.

He arrived at the house, it was off on a cliff-side, no real civilization close. Emile found it odd that a woman would be living all the way out here on her own, but in a world where he knew that mystical creatures lived, a secluded home could mean as much as a trap than a heaven. Alone, half excited half afraid, walked up to the impressively sized door. He laughed at the thought of it being so long since he even saw a door, for in his recluse, his door was a bunch of tall leaves used to keep suspicions off him living there away.

Rain was falling hard on him, he had bought a leather trench coat and a fedora to protect himself, but rain was still rolling down his back and rustling his feathers a bit, turning them humid.

"Time to see who this mysterious lady is..." Emile said

Emile then knocked on the door a few times until it opened.... it was a sight to see....

Cata was particulary excited for this night. Looking herself in the mirror, hummin a song, she did her hair with her brush. Finally,this night she'll see the world in someone esle eyes. She'll stop , or more try to not doing it that often anymore, doing experiments on those poor creatures downstairs. She'll stop asking weird questions to Isaac, cut any contact with those awful hunters and finally accepting the fate she choose for herself. She sigh, looking the reflection in the mirror wondering if it will be the last time she see it or maybe seeing it in that way.

Catalina got up and opened her wardrobe, what will she wear tonight ? Something dark ? No....something cheerful? No, not that.... She saw a dark red dress and in the corner of her eye , there was a gold corset. Bitting her lip a bit, she decided to go with the sensual look... Hoping it will be worth it ~ After some hours of preparation,a pouring rain started outside. What a nice set-up~ Suddenly, a knock to her room's door, maked her turn. It was the doorman saying that the first guest arrived and he's outside. Catalina smiled and thanked the man saying he can take the night off. She run her way down the stairs and goes open the door. The man standing there was impresive, she gave him a radiant smile.



Tending her hand toward him she waited with her smile. Wondering wich one of her guest he was....

Emile was a bit awestruck by such a fine lady greeting him at the door, his assumptions would have been an old lady or a duke, not a lady living in a mansion on a more then a little bit creepy hillside. Nevertheless, he shook it off and preceded to present himself.

"I am Emile Lockhearth" *He says as he bows slightly on one knee and comes back up* "Pleasure to finally make you acquaintance."

Emile proceeded to get inside the house, craving to finally be out of this god damn rain. He always hated it since it drenched his wings and it took way too long to dry them. The room was extremely lavish, the walls were orange-ish white-wood and paintings hung from all heights. The room itself was immense, almost like it could have reached to the heavens.

Well isn't that just a little bit funny Emile told himself as he looked up at the ceiling of the room, which had a beautiful rendition of a painters image of heaven. Clouds, light beams, and of course, angels. Although these angels looked very different from what Emile was and what he knew angels really were. In the center of it all hung a crystalline chandelier, with each candlelight reflecting on the glass creating an almost blinding sun inside the room. A few chairs and couches were scattered near the walls, but in the center where a huge velvet red rug had been place layed a fine table surrounded by two couches and two armchairs.

"Excuse me milady, would you be so kind to direct me to the restroom so I can dry myself off a bit? As you can see outside, the heavens seems to have their hearts broken and we are enduring their deluge of tears." *He said as he turned back to Milady Cata*