.:.Our Demons Haunt Us All.:.

.:.Our Demons Haunt Us All.:.
.:.6 months ago.:.

There were a lot of questions that had to be answered when Angel Wilde had found herself in the protective care inside the compound.

Muri had seen to her companionship and almost an inner reflection of the self that Angel had abandoned a while ago.

The Good Doctor saw to her physical health. Her outer wounds had healed because of him

And then there was V, the enigma. He had watched over her for a lot longer that even Angel could remember and he had seemingly been willing to start that all over again...if he had even stopped to begin with.

But as Angel wandered the halls, she could feel herself another presence that was keeping a close eye on everything and everyone, especially her. There were many times as she passed by individuals through the entire place to catch them in hush whispers after hearing her name.

Angel couldn’t help it, after her entire time with the Carnival and how she was ousted from that mess, she wanted to trust them all after they saved her but first the questions she had needed to be answered.

Imagine walking around a place you are told to ‘Make yourself at home’ but seemingly things are still off limits. It seemed like every time Angel had tried to discover certain places for herself, someone was right there to make sure she didn’t step out of bounds.

She’s put on a good show for everyone, but she knew that the good Doc and V were watching her from above. In fact she made it known in the training facility that she knew they were there even now with a sly little wave to the two who were looking down now. V couldn’t help but laugh at her meanwhile the Doctor was not amused as much.

The Doc would take a deep sigh, “She keeps sneaking around, her curiosity is getting the better and instead of being patient...”

“I know.” V said with a smile, his strange brown eyes glimmering as he watched as Angel wrapped some poor soul into a submission. Her turning the poor guy into a human pretzel and hearing the screams of pain, “It’s one of the things that I have always admired about her. That tenacity has kept her alive all this time.”

“Yes, but we had our orders. There are parts of this place that need to be revealed over time and our biggest secret...” he’d look down as he heard a horrible crack, knowing that he was about to have a busy night in his own little corner of the world, “Well let’s just say she barely trust us now, but she finds out on her own about him and knowing who he’s associated with, we can kiss all of it goodbye.”

“Doc, you sit there and talk about patients but yet you have none of your own. He knows that she’s been snooping around...gets a kick out of it actually.” V shakes his head, “He wants to make sure she is ready. Trust me.”

They both turn back to watch the training and both suddenly stand tall when they see a figure standing at the door watching Angel closely, “Umm, perhaps you should-”

“Going.” V says without another word and manages to find a quick way down to the floor below via a firepole that had been set up some time ago, as he lands he sees Angel watching him and almost squares up like she’s ready for a fight, “I’m not here to fight you, love.”

“Then you shouldn’t have stepped into the den, darling.” she squats a little lower, “I’m always ready.”

V puts his hands up, not looking for a confrontation of an obvious demon that wouldn’t mind spilling his blood for a sport, not that he wouldn’t welcome the challenge any other time but right now as their guest looked on he needed to defuse the situation, “I think it’s time that you have some answers to the questions you have been asking.”

Angel growls before she kicks her latest victim in the stomach before pulling her sweat drenched hair back, “Oh? You mean after what...5 months? What? Don’t wanna see anymore of your boys hurt?”

V smiles, “Not that we don’t enjoy the show but this isn’t about them...it’s about him.” V points behind Angel’s shoulder as she slowly turns around, “I believe you know of him at least...”

“Hello Angel.”

The voice belongs to none other than.... “Eddy.”


.:.Surprises? Got A Few Of Those.:.
.:.Present Day.:.

“Well that was certainly fun.”

Angel, kicking back with a satisfied smile on her face. Her Victory Championship laying across the desk in front her, running her hand that has caused so much damage yet still looks delicate with blood red nails painted on and a hint of henna tattoos wrapping around her lengthy fingers.

“Not that the damage wasn’t already done, but poor sweet Lachy Kane had to know that not only do we own his ass, we own his soul as well.” She bitterly laughs and that turns into a cackle that turns into a sigh of relief. “I take an odd satisfaction in him finally grasping just how dangerous I have become. I warned every single person when PWE returned that I was something different, and yet they don’t seem to truly understand. I want what we did to Lachlan to serve a purpose, I want what we showed to pose as a warning to each and every person that strives to be in my position that there are no lengths that I will go to show every single one of you that I am just as evil as I say.”

She reaches over and pulls the Victory Title into her lap, staring at it with adoration. Tracing it’s fine detail with her index finger, the nail scraping lightly and as it goes over each ridge it can scrape ever so lightly.

“I have come to grasp with the fact that I am a demon. A demon with no soul, a demon with no consciousness. I strive for only pain and the gloriousness of enduring that pain myself. Sweet Victoria Lyons probably can understand me the best, she had to destroy what she loved the most to even be remotely close to successful. It’s like looking into a whole other dimension and sometimes I wonder if things could possibly be different if two of the darkest souls were to be friends in another life.” Angel’s green eyes look up and with a smirk. “I never did get a chance to congratulate you though... and I do look forward to the hell we will unleash against one another but my dark little heart is only here to get a taste of the blood and flesh we will tear off one another. But it seems like you and I have a problem.”

She tosses her title on the desk and leans on her fist, giving an innocent look that should scare you more than make you feel remotely safe.

“And that problem seems to be a pompous pretentious prick by the name of Alexander Hate. Oh yes, Alex...I’ve seen all that posturing that you do on a practically hourly basis on twitter. Your “Hate Reports” are something of legend. That is of course if you want to sit through and be positively bored to death. You my dear boy are about to get the worst kind of wake-up call that could possibly be described as one that nightmares can be made of.”

With a seductive lick of her lips, she swings around in the chair and gives the loudest cackle for a couple of spins before swinging her legs up onto the desk, showing off a pair of leather bound knee high boots with silver spikes for heels. She stretches ever so slightly, seductively for a moment before coming to a rest with her hands behind her head.

“You are going to be in the ring with women of your wet dreams that are going to make your life an absolute hell. To the point you may potentially be begging for death while possibly discovering a whole new kink you never knew you had. But I feel like no matter what we are going to do, you are going to think that myself and Victoria are going to fear you. Alex, I have stared into the face of Satan himself, without so much a shiver of fear...I have pulled myself out of the ninth level and have claimed a throne that you both want.”

She knocks twice on the table as we see V, Muri and Eddy step out of the shadows.

“And don’t make excuses for what myself and my companions have done to my last challenger. Lachlan is my past. Victoria, you are my future...and Alex? Well you are a wet stain in a murder inn mattress that no one will want to ask questions as to what happened when I am through with you.”

She reaches over to the table again and grabs her title, handing it ever so gently to V as he kisses her hand as he takes it and places it over his shoulder, like he’s done so many times in the past. Eddy follows that up with his own hand to help her up to her feet and she strokes Muri’s face with a gentle swift motion of her hand before she stands behind the chair and pushes it in tight, leaning over it and glaring with a smile on her face.

“I look forward to the bloodbath that we are about to endure in the that ring, Victoria and Alex...I’m sure we will all grow from this glorious experience that we all are about to receive. Until then....”