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Izak was momentarily stunned to see that his sister was siding with him for once, even despite the display of the obvious power difference. Maybe she had been fed up with the inactions and the death, and granted, Izak didn't care about either of those until his clan continued to be rolled and left to rot.

He sang softly to Isabelle in his mothertongue, something from his childhood that the warriors would bring themselves home with, and on the final note, he allowed the human to begin breathing in rhythm again. "I am certain, yes," he nodded. Silly question for her to ask, and while Izak was not above showcasing his wealth and strength, this was a special occasion and not some flippant need for attention. He kept this to himself, hoping to brand upon this rare form of sibling interaction.

"I have to admit, this rat had nothing to say to me. Either Artemis had information locked tight or this just so happens to be a grunt. Nevertheless, while I would love a leader in my fangs, it's a step closer to having the queen make an appearance." He tilted his head toward her and picked up the chain to drop in her lap. "Would you like to make a statement to Artemis?"

Isabelle sat on the arm of the throne, uncaring whether or not her sire sibling desired her presence. "It is a bit extravagant even by your standards." She looked down at the human he was toying with. Given any other circumstance, she would have cautioned restraint with so many eyes on him, but this was a message to Artemis. The Council's inaction displeasing even those with seats upon it. Besides, it was a Rosu vampire that had been attacked. Even if he was no longer formally the head of the clan, Izak was well within his rights to extract revenge in the name of his people.

"And you are certain that this is one of the vermin?" That was the only issue that gave Isabelle pause. She didn't truly care if he was harming an innocent. So many had already suffered in the war that a few more counted as nothing more than a statistic. "If it is, what information have you pried from his lips." Hopefully enough before he erased anything of use to them. "If not, is this cheese in your little mousetrap?"

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Izak glanced at Caleb, and he grinned. Of all the people he did not expect to see, it was the wolf with sunbeams shining from his ass, and no less did he expect Caleb to ask him golden-hearted questions. "If I wasn't sure, would I have done this?" He waved a hand at the crowd. "I don't supply free booze for shits and giggles."

He motioned Caleb closer, ruby eyes targeting the human once again. "Remember when we agreed that we would be partners? We shook hands, made amends. Does it not make you feel triumphant that your ally had begun to pick at the threads?" Poetics aside he sighed and removed his foot. "I thought we were in agreement with one another, Caleb. You allowed this to happen to him, and you allowed this to happen when my clan is continuously attacked. "Your wolves. The coven. My sister's sisters...why do they seem to be the lucky ones?" He shot Caleb a questioning look. "So, yes, I would have hoped you would have said this was warranted. I have been patient for long enough. How many times do I need to be disrespected?"

Caleb had been shocked to see such a blatant reference to Artemis on the invitation he received in the mail. That was what prompted the leader of the Lycaon pack to make an appearance at The Bunny to see what the ancient vampire was planning.

The sight that greeted him when he entered the establishment was unsurprising. Izak was known over the centuries for his dramatic displays but Caleb still found this rather extreme. He did not know how many people had gone up to Izak by this point, but the alpha could not, in good conscience, ignore what was going on in front of him.

"Unwarranted?" Caleb repeated the word as he looked down at the way the human's breathing came in staccatos according to Izak's timing. "Where did you find this human, Izak? Are you sure that he's truly one of Artemis' followers?" And even then, was this truly necessary? Although that last sentence went unsaid.

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"I suppose so. Are you impressed?" Izak asked with a lusty smile. "I managed to weed one of the rats from the hole, but I don't know how much this will do. Hopefully it will give Artemis a notion to understand that they have been playing too much with the beasts, and the only thing on their side is a hiding place."

He kicked the human over on his stomach, and again, placed his foot on top, applying pressure between the shoulder blades. There was a low pop as his spine aligned, but if Izak went further, he could fracture a vertebra. But for now, he kept himself steady and looked over at Matthew. "Send a message since those on council are taking their sweet time." He had meant it to be rude, but his expression was still soft and sly. "Tell me why it was allowed that one of my kin was given to the deity, and not only that, no one has tried to pry information from her. Must I do everything for you all on high? Shall I be the brute to the brains?"

"So this is what you meant by theatrics?" Matthew stated even though what he said was posed as a question. He was not entirely surprised that his lover would decide to do this, especially with the way Artemis had been constantly poking at the Rosu clan.

Blue eyes looked down at the human with a measure of disdain from where Matthew was standing next to where Izak was seated in what could only be his throne. There was no love lost between Matthew and Artemis and her ilk, but there was still a small voice in the back of his mind that wondered if this was a good idea. "What do you intend to do with him after you kill him?" Because that was a definite eventuality.

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Izak watched the display in a way that a father might a child's tantrum. Annoyance flashed across his face briefly, but when he noticed it was the officer, Teddy's little toy, it evaporated. If eyes weren't on the stage before, now they were, and Gabe had just did the vampire prince a favor.

He could crush the man's ribs for the human's outburst, but he didn't believe everyone in the vicinity was amused or even in agreement in Izak's actions. When modern solutions don't work, however, the vampire was quick to resort back to those that had in his past. Humans were too comfortable nowadays, putting their hearts into justice by placid lawmen, and it made supes just as meek.

"Have you come to arrest me, then?" He mused, pulling his foot off the human. He snapped, and the human quickly got up and crawled over to him, wrapping an arm around one of Izak's legs. He gestured toward him with a knowing hand. "As you see, officer, he wants to be here with me. I do not know what laws I am breaking when clearly this is an act of voyeurism. You should know how much people love watching. How many peeping toms have you had the swift hand to take to justice?"

Gabe came dressed to party, a shiny jacket atop a t-shirt and backslicked hair. But beneath the shiny exterior he was an officer on duty. The badge and handcuffs tucked into his pockets gave a sense of security when they pressed against him. Music and lights filled the air, but for once Gabe was completely focused. His green eyes scanned the crowd with professional scrutiny and newfound purpose, looking for unmistakable patterns of abuse against humans. And who would be the cause of this abuse tonight, if not Izak Vörös.

He could almost not believe what he was seeing. This sort of barbaric show in front of an audience - it was bordering on insanity. His insides cramped with fear, but the anger that flared in him gave that kick of adrenaline needed to run towards danger. In quick long strides he made it up on stage and closed the space between him and the vampire. His arms went out to push Izak away from the victim on the floor, but he could just as well have tried to move a wall. The collision made him momentarily lose his balance but he regained it after stumbling back a few steps.

Still fuming with anger he filled his lungs and barked at Izak, pulling in a breath between each sentence. "What the hell are you doing? Do you have any idea how many laws you are breaking? Mr Vörös, get away from the human. Right now."

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"Then you have not lived long enough to know the weakest of things can have their moment of glory," he said, pausing to press his tongue between his large fangs. "But at the end of the day, they are still weak. Only the powerful and the hungriest survive."

He pressed down one last time, relishing in the way the man's final exhale ended with a pathetic cough. Upon releasing him, he stayed on his back gasping, but a smile coated his face.

It was Izak's turn to tsk. "A good performer never reveals the final act, but if you are partial to your outfit, I would hang back. His torments will end soon enough. Once I have attracted everyone's full attention."

“Tsk tsk tk,” Divya chided playfully as she sauntered to Izak’s throne. “I would accuse you of having way too much fun with this little display, but that would be stating the obvious,” she mused, perching herself haphazardly on the arm of his chair. “So this is the little creatin everyone is so up in arms about? I’ve got to say, I’m a little underwhelmed. I guess I expected more from a henchmen hellbent on our destruction. Divya frowned before taking a sip of her wine. “So what exactly are your plans for our little VIP, darling?”

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Izak's leg stopped, and he took a moment to watch as the man gasped for breath before focusing his attention on Jo. He smiled wickedly, but the gesture felt off. The wounds were fresh when he remembered that together they were married, had children, and even though it was a dream state, it was something that the ancient vampire held so close to his desires that it was damn near lock-and-key.

But he wouldn't let those simpering moment between them ruin his night. "He loves it, though, wife," he teased, and he positioned his foot onto the man's cheek. He pressed to roll the man's head to the side to face her, and he applied just enough pressure to watch as his face turned pinker under the neon lighting. "Tell her, why don't you? Tell her how much you love me handling you."

The man paused, eyes casted as the effects of the glamour ran through his veins, and then with effort, he said, "I love it when Izak handles me."

A twinkling laugh erupted from the vampire, and despite himself, he released his hold on the other. He stood and crossed the stage to meet her. "Revenge is what those who can't think further than the goal do. I want to go past it. Show others that I am. Not. To. Be. Fucked. With." Each trailing word hissed as he spoke. "I wouldn't suspect you would understand how our society works. You are a human. Stay that way, dear, and don't involve yourself or you may find yourself in a similar entanglement." He reached up to brush her face. "We wouldn't want that now."

Jo watched, her heart lodged in her throat as Izak toyed with the human beneath him, foot pressing down just enough to elicit gasp after gasp. She didn't know what had possessed her to come. The whole scene was grotesque, exactly the kind of thing that had always disgusted her about him. He’d been a monster long before she’d gotten tangled in that surreal nightmare of a dream.

But it was hard to shake the memories.

In that alternate reality, they had been different—he had been different. She could still feel the ghost of his touch, the way he’d held her when their children were born, the warmth of his hand in hers, no matter how broken they had been. A softness, a happiness, Jo didn’t allow herself in this life—not with the demon pact hanging over her—suffocating any real connection she might've wanted. She had burned every bridge, continued to smother every kindling emotion before she could drag anyone she cared about into this mess.

And now? Now here he was, a psychotic predator once more—her memories of him at complete odds with the man standing in front of her, stepping on the human like he was nothing and brimming with all the righteousness in the world as he did so.

"Izak," Jo spoke quietly, arms crossed over her chest in an attempt to shield herself from the tug of that other life. “That's enough. You got your revenge. Let him go."

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where: the bunny with: open

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Izak scanned the crowd. The turn out was more than he expected, but he guessed that if one was prepared to show off a rare jewel, then curious bystanders would love to have a reason to say they saw it.

He looked down at the human fixated between his legs. The human was sitting back on his calves, hands balled into soft fists on his knees. Izak smiled and cupped the man's chin gently, but the shimmer in his expression was far from a lover's. The human did not seem to notice anyways, and why would he? Izak had made sure to obliterate his entire self before chaining him to the stage.

He released the human, and then in one swift movement, tipped him onto his back with a kick. Not enough to bruise or break him, but enough that the human wiggled underneath his foot, clearly shocked and confused. Izak kept his foot rested on the man's chest, locking him in place. From his peripherals, he noticed a figure creeping closer, but he did not turn to meet them. Instead, he pumped his leg a few times, listening gaily as the wind rushed out of him in small bursts. "Normally I wouldn't play with my food like this, but I think it's warranted, no?"

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Izak is seated at the center stage, and like the name implied, this is where one would come to see the best performance, the centerpiece of Izak's whimsies. Unlike the other stages, the pole in the middle has not been removed, and while it wasn't being used for dancing, it has come in handy to be the stake that tethered the human to his side. The other stages have become pseudo-VIP lounges, and those who have doled out a great deal of cash were given access to take a seat just a bit higher than everyone else. Here they would have an unobstructed view. Those in the aisles would have to stand or claim a seat before someone else.

No flash photography is in bold neon lights over the center stage, but curiously, the no touching of the workers sign is gone.

The bunny workers who those many have seen danced previously are dressed formally, visions hazed and smiles hazier, as they weave through the crowd. Drinks are on Izak tonight, but this event is a get-what-you-get-and-shut-the-fuck-up thing. You may pull whatever concoction from the silver platters, but whether you choose a blood-laced one, that's all by chance.

The doors open at 8, but the main entertainment has been there for a while. The human is catatonic, staring up at Izak like a loyal dog would a master. From the bruises and cuts on his body, it's apparent Izak has taken no mercy on him, but if anyone tries to talk to him, he is required to respond.

Prompt for the mini-event: You come at your own risk. You decide how close you get the human, and you have the power to leave. If you try to free the human, there are consequences, but if you can get away with it, all the merrier. The human's life hangs on a single thread.

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In the mail, you would have received a letter with no return address. No one knows who put it in your box or how they may have even found you, but the rabbit stamped on the top edge is enough to guess where it came from. Inside the envelope is this pamphlet, carefully folded. No other information or letters have come with it.

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Izak was tracing the grain in the wood with a long finger. Despite the cheery buzz around him, his expression was still, contemplative. At the sound of an unfamiliar voice, his eyes brightened, and he turned to face the man next to him. A sharp smile graced his lips. "If you must," he said coolly. "I don't think I recognize you. Just blowin' in or have you settled recently?"

Elio eyed up the crowd of local patrons at the saloon before he found one who look especially promising. “Mind if I join ya?” His voice was light and cheerful as he approached the empty seat at the table.

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where: Vörös residence with: @detectivejdarling

Izak wrapped up his work as fast as he could, and the beauty of owning your own business was that the open/close sign was yours to control. He locked away the pistols that he had been smithing for that day in their safe, and he was pouring sweat by the time he locked the doors of the shop and hurried home.

Ever since the attack on two women, one a mother no less, he didn't like the odds of his wife and daughters being home alone. Granted, the help was there. They had been with the family for years, and he trusted them to be good lookouts for them while he was in town. But, what was a man who didn't worry about his wife, and he wiped the sweat from his brow as he entered through the front door.

A chorus of daddy, daddy sang through the hall, and a wave of relief washed over him as he scooped up the girl who reached him first. He planted a gentle kiss on her round cheek before asking her where their mommy was, and he followed the pointed finger to the sitting room.

Seeing Jo safe brought another euphoric happiness to him, and he knew he was being silly to think she couldn't hold her own. Braving four children made her tough, and he put his daughter back down to wrap a loving arm around her waist. "Darling, I missed you," he whispered and pecked a kiss on her forehead. His relieved expression turned furtive, and he caught her gaze. "Have you been keeping up with the news of the town?"

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the gambler

Here lies the Swedish immigrant with a knack from fixin' guns instead of firing them, but behind that deep smile is hell or highwater. A family man at heart, but a gambler by nature. He has rolled the dice on many in the town, hoping to find a shot at sedating the monster inside him that is bent on eating him from the inside out.

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"Yes. Yes you would, my dear pup," he mused, and he gave Caleb his most genius smile. He reached out a friendly hand for him to shake.

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"What's there to buy?" Izak mused, flashing a wry look.

Izak blinked slowly during Luke's rambling, and he let him finish his tirade while he fished out his cigarettes and lit one with a supercilious flair. He waited a beat, allowing the silence to stretch between them, and he exhaled a deep plume. "Are you quite done? Or do you have any more rousing insults to throw my way. I almost felt one of them in my pride, and it would be a shame if you gave up before the fight even got started."

"Now, will you be a good little hellspawn and tell me where you've been? I am dying with curiosity."

Luke couldn't help the scoff that left his lips at Izak's words, followed by a chuckle. "Might want to work on your delivery there, bud. If i'm not buying it I sure as hell don't expect the shit-stains upstairs to," he joked, shaking his head. shit stains.

The younger demon resisted the urge to roll his shoulders to shake off Izak's words. If he didn't know any better he'd say Izak was partially coming on to him, but then again, he never could really tell what was going on behind the elder vampire's eyes. The blonde lived, well, not-lived for getting into people's heads and Luke refused to let him inside of his. "I'm flattered, really. Sadly you're not much for my type. And I've got it on good authority, I'm not yours either, so maybe you keep that nose of yours to yourself" he added in retort, folding his arms. "I guess you could call banging your mom a feat of heroism. She says hi by the way. We do wish you'd drop by the house more," he retorted childishly to deflect, playing into their banter.

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Izak shuddered happily under her gaze. This would be fun.

His expression remained amiable and light as he wondered what sort of mood this witch was in. He lifted an arm to have her to take, a gesture that had seemingly been lost to time in the modern sense. "I could not suspect that it would be any bit more enriching than yourself, but I would love to see it nonetheless."

She narrowed her eyes at him, knowing exactly what games he was playing right now and she wasn't exactly a fan of them. Having been freshly broken up with she was not ready for anything romantic-wise and his blatantly obvious attempts at flirting was something that fell on deaf ears. "Well if you love brown and black I think I found a good painting down the hall," she smiled, "I can show you if you'd like?"

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Izak quipped a brow. Outlawed? The answer didn't quite hit him for another second until he realized that the wolf must've meant it as a pack law. He had known the wolves to be more on the 'peaceful' side in terms of physicality, but that didn't stop a few from listening to their deeper natures. He shrugged and downed another drink of his wine. "I would have believed you to be too stupid to remember what shoes and music was when you're on all fours and snuffling through the dirt."

He smirked ruefully. "Maybe because vampires don't bother themselves with beating around the bush, but I'm not going to discuss vernacular with someone who should be paying more attention to the big shot." Izak nodded over toward Calvin, who was wearing a stupid shit-eating grin and appeared to be in the middle of telling a well-versed joke. "Does it make you feel special to be in such a pivotal role tonight?"

If the vampire wanted a fight, Will would give him one. Just not when he had to make certain that no one slipped Cal a tainted drink or tried to make him stub his toe. "Still would. Dueling to the death has been outlawed, but nothing against a little game of fisty cuffs." It had been a while since the last good bar fight. Maybe a bit of a tussle would get his blood pumping again. "Do you think I wear a Adidas and listen to the Beach Boys on full moons?"

Will scoffed, swirling his drink with the little umbrella. "So literal. I don't know why you vamps never get metaphors." Probably why Izak wasn't enjoying the party. It was after all one big metaphor.

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One moment, Izak was staring at blood, and the next, it was a wall lined in curiosities. His feet had given out under him, and he landed softly on a couch, delirious by such a rapid movement. For a moment, he was stunned by the stark change in scenery and smells. Blood was replaced by the sweet scent of deity, and when he looked up, a portal to the gallery was on its final breadth.

He huffed a laugh, and then stood. If the two didn't want him at the gallery, so be it. He hated their accusing stares anyways, and it was not apparent what they had been discussing. He went for the door, but he was barred from touching it. In fact, the more he patrolled around the home, he could not touch the outside surface, and this brought a high, twinkling laugh from him. Despite its sound, he was not feeling all that merry, and instead, a seething disgust filled his body.

Since he could not escape, he busied himself with roaming the contents of the home. He dug in drawers, balanced the tip of a particularly large knife on the pad of a finger, and he went through one of the bedrooms to rummage through the dresser. Two occupants lived here by their intersecting scent, but he had burned the smell of Elio into memory. He took a pair of underwear out of a drawer and stashed it inside the pocket of his suit vest. He want no panty thief, but the idea of presenting it to the deity at an inopportune moment had him roiling in childish glee.

He just made it back downstairs when he saw Elio come through his portal, and he folded his arms across his chest before leaning on a piece of furniture. "I can't wait to hear your explanation for sending me here. I bet it's riveting." He licked his lips expectantly.

Elio could feel the chaos of the crowd. The heightened emotions of panic and fear. Anxiety. He did his best to use his abilities to push for calm, clear heads. Panicking in the situation would benefit no one. When Matthew approached him, it hadn’t been much of a surprise why.

Of course, not everyone was panicked. Some seemed almost excited by the chaos. One of those beings being Izak. When Matthew shifted Elio’s attention to the vampire, he couldn’t help his own unease, nervous Izak might do something to take advantage of such a grin situation. He liked to think Izak had been improving as of late, but the look in the vampire’s eyes was far from that of a saint.

Knowing Matthew would be of more help in controlling any chaos that might kick up between vampires and others, he left the other elder to see to the situation and reassured him he would keep an eye on Izak. He had promised Arjun as well after all that very thing.

And boy, was it annoying to watch Izak begin to circle the scene— as if he was knowingly playing at Elio’s own stress wondering not if but when the vampire would strike. Elio let it go on for a bit, doing his best to multitask helping make sense of the organized chaos. It quickly proved too difficult to keep an eye on Izak as well however, and after almost losing track of him once, Elio made up his mind.

“Don’t have time for this shit,” he muttered as his eyes lit up, a portal opening up beneath Izak to drop the vampire out of the area and deposit him back at Elio’s townhouse for the time being… Which would operate as an magically inescapable cage, doors and windows only opening for a deity. Perhaps it had been rude to eject Izak before he had genuinely caused more concern, but he was too tired to give a damn.

With the vampire gone, Elio turned his attention to those who needed him, and later to Sen to meet and discuss the fate of the vampire. They would meet in the morning with the rest of the council to discuss the outcome of their decision and next steps… A meeting he didn’t much look forward to, if he was honest. Until then a few hours remained to try to relax, although he doubted that possible with the house guest he had to contain for the time being. He knew he couldn’t hold Izak hostage forever, but Matthew had reassured he would swing by to deal with him once able.

When the time came to return home, he did so almost with hesitation.. Opening a portal to disappear through and praying his home was in one piece still on the other side.