Report Five: Unbalanced

Mitternacht... 

- Dark, The Book of Memories

"Splendid idea," Mik mocked an English accent as he spoke, "Have a boy who can destroy ghosts with a touch of the hand come to a party filled with them!"

Dark sighed, "Shut up." The book threw one of his gloves at the vampire hunter.

Ishtar could care less. He was sitting at the edge of the balcony admiring the view while dangling his feet. He let out a long deep sigh. He knew something horrible would go wrong, and he would be part of it. It didn't help that the host had an argument with the Angel who invited him. Ugh, this was all so stupid. In his old life he would never have to worry about such stupid politics.

"I find it amazing that a demon is defending him!" the vampire hunter suddenly exclaimed.

Isthar's tail twitched. Demons were a sore subject, since he was often mistaken for one by the general public. Stupid tail.

"I'm surprised you're still talking," said an unfamiliar voice that was far too feminine for anyone that Ishtar knew.

The chimera peered over his shoulder. It was the woman in the golden dress! He opened his mouth to speak, but she held up a hand for him to stop. 

Mik, however, hissed at the woman indignantly, "Who the hell do you think you are."

"Silence Boy."

The vampire hunter blinked as she strolled past him, pushing him out of the way and heading towards Ishtar. The world seemed to move in slow motion as the girl leaned forward and whispered, "Your chain's link is almost found," she reached her hand out and brushed hair out of the boy's face before departing as abruptly as she arrived. 

"I'm so confused!" Ishtar threw up his hands in frustration.

"She called me a boy," Mik muttered.

"Tonight," the fair woman, made of metal and magic said while looking at the stars. "Tonight is the night when they will meet, and he will depart." Her eyes watered as she spoke, flowing from behind her mask like a river. He would leave this world that he only had come to know for a year and she would once again be left with the job of breaking the bonds of the dead connected to the earth in silence.

She missed her brother and sister. They would never see each other as long as their chains remained, but what was it to them to see her? She wasn't an angel like them, just a metal toy to do the binding of the heavens. But she couldn't help but love them.

And she wanted to help Ishtar. The boy needed help. He needed a friend. That's why she told him about his chain. But things never went right when she was involved. The Darkness would try to interfere, and even The Book of Memories couldn't stop them.

She couldn't either. She had been given orders she could not refuse. She was bound. But she could do something, she realized. She could say his NAME if the darkness came. A smile formed on her face, yes. Her creators couldn't prevent her from doing that.

"Why didn't the kick us out?" Ishtar asked as he looked at the sealing. Dark was in book form, hanging from a chain over Isthar's shoulder. Mik was walking in step besides the chimera wordlessly. The mansion had been emptied except for a few. They were sent to speak to the master of the house about the issue of the ghosts sudden "departure." Well, it could have easily been worse.

The walked into the sitting room, the master of the house was drinking tea. He watched as the two people sat down in respect chairs across from him. He had a small smirk on his face, something that Ishtar didn't like one bit. Something bad was going to happen and he knew it.

"Do you know about the darkness?" asked the Master in a silk like voice. He had light colored hair and pale blue eyes, he was quite amazing, that was for sure. A vampire? No, he didn't seem that dark at all. Probably a Fallen Angel...

"The darkness? What's that?" Ishtar asked.

"Dark. Simple as that. It will probably come after you tonight. To prevent you from finding the truth that you so desperately seek. That chain of yours is breaking. You need to--" the man suddenly stopped. His eyes widened and his back almost arched like a cat.

Ishtar felt a chill down his spine. It was like what he had felt a year ago upon his arrival, it was like what he had felt when he had passed on the cursed man. A bitter cold frostier than the chilliest winter he had ever had the pleasure of experiencing. It was like something was trying to swallow him.

Mik hissed softly, about to attack the unseen force. He stood up pulling a small knife from his boot.

Dark flailed helplessly by Isthar's side. He seemed unable to move properly or transform.

Ishtar watched as something formed the man, something truly demonic. Nothing like the simple monsters or apparitions he dealt with. This was a creature of unforgivable sin something that Ishtar couldn't even speak. He felt overwhelmed, and worse yet he suddenly heard it.

A whisper on the wind. One containing his that name that he so hated to here. One that was death incarnate. ITHACOS. It was his trigger. It would send him into a homicidal rage, one that was meant to take orders from superiors to kill enemies of The Organization. Something from the other world. Something he thought he left behind.

He never could remember what happened when he flew into a rage, he just remembered the moment he woke up. The blood covering his hands, and the sick smell of death. This time was different. There was no blood. He simply woke up with Mik hovering over him, Dark lying a few feet away. The Angel was worse for the wear with a blood face and tattered clothing.

There was another whisper on the wind, as Mik checked the chimera's hand. "You touched it and it disappeared," the vampire hunter explained.

"What?" Ishtar asked.

"You killed the darkness," whispered the angel, "What an unbalanced boy you must be. Perhaps your bond can change that for you, herm?"