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Anacosta Heights
Dupont Circle
Hawethorn Village
River Dale

Anacosta Heights

Situated above the daily life of the city, Anacosta Heights is a tucked away suburb featuring extravagant neo-gothic inspired mansions. The inhabitants of this neighborhood often show their overwhelming wealth with sports cars lining their long, circular driveways, large pools, and manicured gardens. The homeowners of Anacosta Heights treasure their privacy as seen by the high iron gates to the security personnel present at every entrance.

Dupont Circle

Dupont Circle is a small suburban neighborhood settled within the serene portion of the southern portion of town. These four-bedroom, single-family homes feature back yards, porches, garages, and far more breathing space then the Village offers. This neighborhood often is more family orientated and even has organized events for children and the neighborhood as a whole.

Hawethorn Village

Settled in the middle of downtown, Hawthorn Village consists of several victorian inspired row houses just off the main street. Due to it's convenience to just about everything, the village can be a tad expensive to live within. However, the residents of this neighborhood often have two to three-story townhouses, often with a one to two-car garage. Many of the houses feature bay windows and/or rooftop terraces with a small fenced-in 'yard'.

River Dale

River Dale primarily consists of apartments that, despite their age and industrial appearing interior, still hold to the Victorian history that permeates the town. These apartments are often the cheapest option and sport scuffed, older wooden floors, open floor plans, visible beams, and the occasional brick wall.

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Posted on September 15, 2019 by Dorian Ellington-Aragona

His Royal Majesty

Dorian Ellington-Aragona

The King of Italy

Dorian was so hardly oblivious to the displeasure Sebastian seemed to take not only in their current company, but too, his own suggestion that he might yet be able to provide Brennan with a weapon far more capable of fighting those demons then anything conventional. Sebastians softly uttered query on whether or not such a thing was a good idea was met with the Monarch's own soft nod. Dorian rather certain that, while he valued Sebastian's own caution, it was far better to arm that warlock with something appropriate rather then allow him to attempt to face those creatures with modern weaponry that might prove unsatisfactory and so result in loose demons running about the city! It was rare, in every sense, for Dorian to ever call upon his own affinity for darkness. The Monarch so tending to dislike being associated with those shadow powers if only for all they so often represented. The last time he had used them, after all, truly used them, had seen the death of his Ferdinand at his hands. Even despite how long it had been since he had summoned those blades to fruition that power responded readily, almost eagerly, to his own summons. Those dark shadows turned and twisted between his very hands before rapidly beginning to form that striking ebony blade so capable of slicing through anything. Supernatural or otherwise. The glorious shadow steel blade was offered toward Brennan. Dorian insistent the pirate warlock could borrow the sword, at least for a time.

Brennan examined that blade for several moments before his gaze lifted to meet the striking sliver of Dorians own, the warlock declaring that craftsmanship to be unlike anything he had ever seen. Dorian hardly capable of preventing that near beaming grin that found his features at such praise. A pirate, after all, surely knew swords. Such praise, by that notion, was all the more grand. Brennan's very efforts then to display that 'mark' upon his skin, one that so apparently alerted him to the presence of Demons prompted Dorian to lean forward in turn, the Monarch remaining distinctly wary of Serafina and her wandering hands all the same. The woman having already flustered him sufficiently this afternoon. Any further questions the Fae King might well have had on such a mark however were lost in the wake of the renewed bickering between Brennan and his....non-lover. Dorian taking that opportunity to summon that book for which Brennan had come in the first place. The near subtle shift of Sebastian beside him was nothing short of appreciated. The vampires arm came to rest over the back of his own chair. Dorian feeling nothing short of safe in response to that very gesture. The Monarch oblivious to the continual hold of his own power over his lover that continued to prompt that near overwhelming need in the Englihman to protect him. Serafina's mere presence, let alone her actions, having coaxed those feelings of distress to fruition in the Monarch.

Charles was quick to arrive with that book then, Dorian in turn so reaching to hand it toward Brennan only for Sebastian's lip to suddenly curl upward and expose those pointed fangs as if he intended to bite Brennan for so daring to reach a hand toward Dorian himself. How unlike his husband! Dorian's own gaze readily shifted to Sebastian then, one silver eye rose in a clear and yet silent question of that near sudden...possessive behavior Sebastian seemed to have been afflicted with. His lover had never before displayed such...odd behaviour at the table. Sebastian's manners so rarely anything short of impeccable in every situation. The first note of a more genuine worry so readily blossomed within Dorians own chest. Such a stark change in his lovers behaviour nothing short of alarming. Perhaps he was ...hungry? Dorian's oan hand shifted beneath the table to rest comfortingly agianst Sebastian's knee in some effort to settle the vampire. That blue mark upon Brennan's arm so suddenly bursting into life. Dorian's gaze shifted readily to that glowing skin, the Monarch content to stare for several moments before promptly declaring that they were surely out of tea and Brennan and Serafina best be going. Had not Brennan said, after all, that such a mark only glowed when Demons were near? Had he not promised to keep those demons far from his and Sebastian's own home.

Sebastian, in turn, was quick to rise to his feet in agreement. The vampires words cut abruptly off by the sound of shattering glass that so saw Dorian hurry from his own chair and closet to his husband once more. Was...something within their home? Sebastian's hand extended toward him then, Dorian wholly quick to take it as Serafina rose in turn- each of them peering toward the source of that sound. Brennan was quick to reach for that blade then, Dorian himself capable of feeling the very power that seemed to hum between the warlock and the shadow steel. That magic, it seemed, more than willing to aid Brennan. The pirate reached upward to loosen his tie, Dorian stared with near disbelief at such a gesture. Surely he intended to do more than merely loosen his tie!? Could he not ...banish the demon somehow? What if it had broken something? The sudden roar from further within their home so saw the Monarch press hurriedly into Sebastian once more, his own affinity near violently (and unknowingly) seizing the vampire with a force quote unlike anything he had ever used before. Dorian's very fear of the Demon commanding those possessive, violent, vampiric traits within his lover to protect him quote above all else. Brennan was quick to insist Serafina and himself should be taken to safety, Dorian so momentarily caught between that desire to be away from ...whatever horrible creature was in their home and his near staunch refusal to leave Brennan behind to fight that very creature alone. What if the man was killed!? Did that creature ...have a tail? Brennan all but threw himself forward then and toward that shattered glass and broken room.

"Sebastian, he might get himself killed! Can we do nothing!?"

None of his own affinities were surely of any use agianst such a creature unless he took up those blades agianst it himself. Dorian wholly terrified of going to close to that monster all the same, the Monarch fearing for their house staff and pets in turn. Dorian, quote simply, not made for battle in any sense. The Fae King stepped further away from that roaring sound in abject horror. Serafina was content to sigh as if that very creature destroying their home was a mere inconvenience! The young woman merely lamenting that, perhaps, she should help her companion. Those very words upon Dorian's own lips fell silent as Serafina seemed to suddenly speak to ...someone. Her hand reached outward toward the air before her only for a near ghostly hand to, suddenly, reach back. A distinctly battle weary Italian man appearing before her then. One whom seemed to near instantly pivot toward Dorian in turn. How assured he was his own heart had stopped in that moment. The Fae King left staring near wide-eyed at his eldest brother. It had been...centuries since he had seen Alfonso and yet how well he remembered him. His features undeniable even clothed in that battle garb unseen by the world in so many years. Those Italian words were near spat towards him, Dorian stumbling backward several steps until he collided with the very wall of their living room. So cosa hai fatto! L'hai ucciso. Avrei dovuto ucciderti.


His brothers name was so surely all he could manage in that moment. That very fear of the man before him clutching at his chest far more potently than any concern for that Demon. Brennan and Serafina in turn near forgotten before the Witchs words suddenly seemed to prompt Alfonso to turn as Serafina commanded him toward that monaster. The Witch. It was her doing. Somehow. Was Alfonso illusion? Could Sebastian see him too? That very look upon his lovers features surely indicating that he could, Dorian so barely having that chance to register that Sebastian, surely, had understood those words Alfonso had shouted toward him before another ghostly figure began to materialize.

"Stop this!"

How readily he seemed to find his voice then, that command shouted towards Serafina and yet it seemed far too late. A second ghost appeared then. Dorian so momentarily fearing it to be his own mother and yet....he hardly recognised this woman at all. That look of confusion upon his own face so quickly turned to near horror at the sight of her bloodied clothes. This ghost ...seemed far more focused on his own husband.

"Sebastian who is she? What does she want? Tell her to go away!"

Sebastian's name fell from that spectres lips then, her hand stretching towards him. This, it seemed, the final straw the terrified Monarch was so willing to take as that power within himself so seemed to reach a sudden crescendo. Dorian's own hand lifted then, an ebony knife appearing instantly within it before the knife was hurled with a startling precision and substantial force at that spectral woman. The blade seemed to pass through her ghostly figure entirely to slam into the wall behind mere inches from Serafina's own chest. The sound of that impact momentarily echoing within that hall before being overtaken by the sounds of Brennan fighting that demon still loose within their home. Dorian left staring in near blank surprise between that knife, Serafina and Sebastian himself.