The Halfbreed (closed)

[Lickford]

“That’s o- m-e-n- s right?” Christopher’s discomfort and fear in the moment were draining away, replaced by the dread of having to go to that part of town in anything but the most holy and consecrated of robes as protection. He absently wondered if his leather jacket still fitted him from his Vespa riding days.

After leaving the scene with father Zain, Christopher’s showered at his diocesean accommodation and dressed for his meeting. He couldnt help but think of it like that, certainly he wasn’t meeting at a bar for a drink with old friends. There was something dangerous to everything about those two, he’d recognized, even if the extended time he’d recently spent with them was awakening desires that he’d renounced for the sake of the gospel. Dangerous maybe he acknowledged, but undeniably pretty, he decided. The both of them.

So it was that later that day Father Christopher found himself nervously fingering his crucifix necklace as he stood in front of what had to be omens, dressed as he was in jeans, a plain blue tshirt and a white leather motorcycle jacket from his Vespa riding era in seminary.

 

[Asa]

Omens... Home away from home. They all knew her and some even knew what she was but everyone here knew she would protect them. It had been evident from day one when someone put his hands on one of the servers and she had the man on the ground begging for his life before Omen could get around the bar. Then there was Carla and her kids and the now-missing person's ex who no one missed and the cops were in all honesty glad to see gone. She sat back in a round corner booth where she could see everything. Jacob sat there as well. Carla had brought them.their drinks over and sat falling for a moment with them.

 

[Lickford]

As Christopher’s eyes became used to the light he saw them in the back corner. Another woman sat with Jacob and Lyria as well “more of them?” Christopher sighed to himself as he made his way over to the table, know how badly his white jacket made him stick out in the place

 

[Asa]

Seeing someone they didn't know get close to Lyria several around the bar tensed. Carla looked over then looked to the two of them brow raised.

It's alright Carla he works with Zain.

Jacob nodded to the woman who walked away from the table but not before giving the stranger a distrusting look.

 

[Lickford]

“I’m glad to have found you” Christopher said nervously, awkwardly standing in front of the table like a child preparing to be scolded. “This is not a great neighborhood. What is the parish doing about the crime here?” He paused, remembering where he was. The low buzz of murmured conversation dropped slightly in volume as ears, some friendly, some not so much, across the room tuned in.

“Heaven have mercy” he prayed eyes to the ceiling, completely oblivious to how out of place he was and how many eyes were watching him. “Lyria, may I sit down?” He addressed her directly, knowing that the choice was hers no matter what appearances might be.

 

[Asa]

She gestured to the chairs.

Go for it. As for crime, I keep an eye on this place

 

[Lickford]

It slowly dawned on the young father that perhaps loudly questioning the safety of his surroundings in the presence of a, he thought woman but only because it was the only word he had for whatever she really was, may not be the brightest of things to do given what his eyes had so recently seen her do.

Somewhat chastened, he slid into the booth

 

[Asa]

You have questions so spill it.

She nodded to Carla when she brought over a bottle of Bourbon for her and Vodka for Jacob.

 

[Lickford]

After a day in which he saw sights and sounds that no seminary class, no liturgy, no prayer, devotional or relic could prepare him Christopher had a hard time forming words now that his chance to finally have his questions answered had come.

“Wha” he started and frowned, thinking “who are…” hesitancy again. Finally he swallowed and looked at Jacob and Lyria in the eyes “can we start with who you are exactly? I know your names, I know know what you can do, but WHO on earth are you?”

 

[Asa]

You were right the first time.

Lydia smirked.

We are halfbreeds... We handle possessions that you and Zain can't and we make sure it can't happen to that person again. We also hunt our own kind if they are... Dark... Know their lineage and follow it.

 

[Lickford]

“Lyria, the Bible says that your kind died out thousands of years ago! How?” The young priest was stunned “how are you here?” The rest of Lyrias words settled on him. “Possessions that rhe church can’t handle? Lineage? I’m lost here, help me to understand”

 

[Asa]

Lydia stifled a chuckle.

How cute he thinks we are Nephilim. Think a little further south for 1/2 of our parentage.

She passed a moment as Jacob spoke up.

Stop toying with the young priest Lyria.

Fine... The fallen... The elder demons that are allegedly bound till the end of days... Sometimes get out and come here. Where they find predominantly willing one-night stands to give them offspring who can move among mortals a lot easier than they can. Jacob and I are two such beings. We however him the others who go mad or take to bring evil and end them we also help with exorcisms that require a more blunt approach than just words and water.

Next question

 

[Lickford]

“So…not nephilim…” his voice was slow as the ramifications of what was being said hit him. “Wait, you’re half demon?” Christopher shrank back into the booth instinctively before remembering who had invited him and why.

“Okay, how did you guys end up being the good guys? The Bible teaches that demons are irrevocably wicked beings bent on the destruction of mankind, but you…you are not that”

 

[Asa]

We are half-human. Jacob just never really cared who his parents were and The previous archbishop figured out what I was as an infant and as you have been told weaponized me as soon as I could walk

Lydia growled a little at the memories.

Used to lure the posessed out or the other halfbreeds out for him and later Zain to deal with until I was old enough to kill.

Her eyes were beginning to glow fingernails slowly becoming claws. Jacob put a hand on her shoulder as Carla was right back to their side and tore into the stranger.

What the hell did you say to her?

 

[Lickford]

Christopher looked up with alarm. “What did I say? Nothing! We were just…catching up on some diocesan matters.”

He lookes over at Lyria as she struggled to control the beast within and something clicked inside his heart. He’d sworn to serve christ alone, forsaking all others for the beauty of the cross, but there was something so tender and innocent about this half…human, his mind looked at her with the eyes of love. And not the fictional love of Christ, but the real pure love of a person who has seen the other as they truly are and love them because and in spite of it. Was it romantic love? He didn’t know his own heart well enough to say more than that he knew that his vow had been broken in that moment.

 

[Asa]

Carla...
Jacob spoke quickly.

She's fine... Just memories.

Lyria growled a little bourbon

 

[Lickford]

“I could use something strong myself” Christopher said “I’ll buy, whatever you like”

“Lyria, you said that Jacob doesn’t care about his lineage and I believe you. You didn’t mention yours though”

 

[Asa]

The fallen of lust.

She shrugged. It was why she only ever let Jacob in close. That and him being another half breed he could handle rage sex a little easier than mortals.

 

[Lickford]

A chill ran down his spine at the mention of that name. It started at his shoulders and spread down his torso, getting warmer and feeling increasingly more pleasurable as it spread lower. Christopher shifted uncomfortably, hoping that the erection that has materialized at the mention of the demons name was not visible to the rest of the table.

“You don’t say…” he said

 

[Asa]

A brow raised as she looked at him for a moment until a dropped server tray caught her attention and with a snarl, she was up from their table and across the room pinning some drunk suit to his table with his equally out of place suited companions were clearly nearly pissing themselves. It was clear she was offering the option of leaving or further violence till Omen called out.

Lyria... They were just leaving let Gavin...

The one pinned to the table clearly said something stupid as she threw him across the room like a ragdoll, and Omens bouncer was over collecting up the others and giving her a wide clear path back to the table. Sitting down she smiled and seemed far calmer and happier.

Now where were we?

 

[Lickford]

“Fallen of lust…” squeaked Christopher uncomfortably, the extended time of exposure to this woman’s presence had made his body respond in ways it had not since..,it had never done this. His erection was a painful, urgent, begging for release and pressing against the underside of the table.

He shifted to try and relieve some of the discomfort he felt but being in such close proximity to Lyria, nothing helped.

“What did those suits do to make you do that Lyria?” The young father asked, trying to distract himself from the unclean thoughts that consumed him

 

[Asa]

Let's just call them... Hunters. And not of a polite elevation. This is home regulars and workers are family. The suits were outsiders.

Lyria shrugged as Jacob tried to clear it up more.

Guys like them come around this area thinking their money will win them, people to... manipulate or on some level own, and well as you can see that doesn't go over well around here.

 

[Lickford]

“Who do they work for?” Christopher asked Jacob grateful for the momentary distraction from the demon of lusts daughter “and what are they…hunting for?”

 

[Asa]

Suits come down here looking for those who would easily be swayed into near slavery due to money to get out of the area. Never works out well for whoever takes them up on it. So each one has signs to say trouble and I am faster so bouncers normally only get whoever is left once I have helped workers here or regulars.

Lyria looked around carefully just in case.

 

[Lickford]

“Clearly there’s a whole world that seminary did not say anything about” he pulled at his collar, an anxious habit from his younger years.

An image of Lyria, naked and burning with lust flashed across the theatre of his mind. Christopher mopped his forehead with a napkin. The leather jacket was a poor choice in retrospect, it was warm in here.

“Help me Lyria” the young priest said “i feel like I’ve trained my whole life to play chess but the actual game, once I sit down at the table is something I’ve never heard of and i don’t know the rules. Hunters, slavery? My lord Jesus has commanded me to declare freedom to those bound in chains.”

Another mental image, Lyria, naked and grinning hungrily as she weighed chains in her hands. He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.

“It’s not enough. What I am, my training, my knowledge, it’s not enough. Lyria, Jacob, my god has brought me to you, I’m certain of it. I can be useful to you…I swear it. Help me understand this other world that I’ve been dropped into.

“who do the hunters work for? Who seeks to enslave people?”