Braedan Black

San Angeles was the perfect home for Braedan Black. Very quickly he made a home out of this beloved city and thrived for a long time there. Modeus Corp was so successful, he hired a right hand to help with the overwhelming tasks it put on Brae. It seemed as though every door was not only open to Mr. Black, but were non-existent altogether. Not even his nemesis could touch him. Yes, for a long while there, Brae was above the law it seemed. However, all that power... All that freedom soon got the best of him. It wasn't long until he spun off into a very dark downward spiral. Brae was drunk on it all. Blind to reason and indifferent to anyone who was hurt -or even killed- in his path. Of course, being who he is, Brae had always been used to acquiring a few enemies along the way. He didn't care. At all. Not even the hearts he broke. It was all a game. Everything was a game to Braedan Black. Cold, heartless as ever... He had no idea that there were several conspiring against him. Seven... To be exact.

The date was ironically November Fifth. And once again he was knee-deep in his tricks, playing a couple of people like the puppets he saw them as. What happened next, however... He didn't see coming. His past caught up to him real quick in the form of a vengeful brother to one of his victims. Though Brae managed to put the guy in ICU (and eventually would die of his injuries) the normally smiling rockstar shot Brae through the heart in the struggle. Now.. What would normally be an injury he could walk away from... Slowly ate away at him. The bullets, it would seem, were filled with holy water. And who supplied it? Yes, Donnie Darko. His nemesis.

So in the end, the good guy won. And Braedan Black was no more.
Or so everyone thought...

Windows suddenly would slam open, letting in the blowing winds and violent rain.. Though the candles would still burn so brightly as the shadows that gathered now seemed to rise off the floor, taking on an enigmatic dark form. The howling wind only added to the chaos as it ripped books from shelves and tore pages after pages out of volumes. The black mass seemed to grow even further, almost to the ceiling itself until finally, the windows slammed shut again, the wind stopped blowing.. And the flames of the candles returned to their normal size. However, what couldn't be ignored was what sat in the middle of the sigil now. It looked like a lava flow encrusted over.. Only this had a bit of silver flake to it. In a word, it was pretty to look at as it shimmered in the candlelight. What was it exactly? Where did it come from...
A little damp, and a lot shaken, Caliste opened mascara smudged greens to look at the circle. A hand moved, black tipped fingers covered her mouth as wide nature colored eyes looked to the mass at the center of the sigil. So pretty. The last time she'd touched something that sparkled this way, she'd gotten hurt. Quiet, slow steps..
Caliste came closer, so slowly to about three feet away from the edges of the summoning circle she'd casted upon the floor. Cut hand still dripping warm drops of dream blood along the way,. For a while? For awhile she examined it closely, trying to peg just what this was. But, never one to be so much afraid of anything aside from social interaction? She'd step closer and glide fingertips smoothly across it's surface in a very light, testing fashion.

The closer she got to the obelisk, she would hear and feel that faint vibration coming within... An energy that this plane has not seen in a very long time. There was just one more step needed... And right when that light touch of hers connected with the smooth surface of the obelisk... A loud crack echoed through the library. A fracture would appear, climbing away from where her hand touched.. Spider webbing over the pretty surface of the black. Just as it's surface was completely scarred with it.. There would be a pause... And then with a loud crash shards of black would shatter to the ground, kicking up a black cloud that was too thick to see through. Pieces scattered all around the sigil, making quite the mess of the place as that black cloud seemed to linger. Just as it was before, all was silent. Slowly the black would dissipate, and through the blackness she would see him... Hands folded in front, head down... Great huge wings folded against back which matched perfectly with those giant ebony horns of his.. And that demonic form... Wrapped in, of course...
A perfectly tailored suit.
Moments would pass and the man would remain so still one would think he was a statue. But just as sudden as the wind was, a sharp, loud gasp would be taken. Hands would clutch his chest as they would rip open his shirt to reveal that black scar tissue. Brow would furrow, confusion would set in almost immediately. How the... Wings and horns would disappear for now.. And that would be about the time when those black eyes would rise.. And stare directly into Cali's own.

Braedan didn't say a word. Though eyes would lock onto hers as he buttoned his shirt again. Quite slowly he would step down from the rubble, dusting off the shoulders of his suit as he would now walk towards her. The shadows now still at his command as they waivered slightly as he passed them. The energy he was giving off... It was unlike most here. Or perhaps any she has encountered. For a moment, dark eyes would glance at the sigil and then the book that fell onto the floor. Hand would be held up to have it float into his palm, opening it directly to the page she was using. His Father's sigil caused black eyes to burn red temporarily. "Curious little thing, aren't you..." Brae would finally say.. That deep, dark voice echoing somewhat in the expanse of the library. As authoritative as he sounded, each word was honey sweet and the slight smile he was giving her.. Charming as he handed over that book. "I guess so." She would give a flicker of a smile, and accept her book back. She wasn't rude, and she certainly wasn't melting into an unsociable thing. Caliste held that book to her chest, and looked at the back wall again. Pieces and fragments in her mind began to interlace and connect to gappy probabilities. Once more, Caliste would look up at Brae, and stare wordlessly in a little bit of awe, maybe even some manner of sadness for him. "I'm sorry..." She'd shake her head a little, and bite her lip. Did he know what happened to him? He had to, right?
"Guess? Oh, I don't think you were guessing at all.." Eyes would flicker to the candles before he would look back to her. "I think you knew all along what you were doing.." Glance to her lips would be taken once. "And who you were summoning." Yes, she knew alright. There was a spark to this one, he could tell. A sort of rebel spirit that he could relate to so well. Braedan's brow would furrow as she apologized to him. Sorry? But then, he realized that she was sorry for... His demise, perhaps. Straightening his back, he would shake his head. "We only mourn the dead, love... And I... I am very much alive now thanks to you." He was beautiful, even with black eyes. Even with wings and horns. He made them less an oddity or disfigurement and more of a beautiful attribute to possess. Braedan's torso would turn as an arm would lean on the wall behind her. "You brought me back without any sort of regards of the consequences. I must warn you, love.. That doesn't make you very popular in the Demonic Realm." Brae would pause, smiling a bit. "I wasn't exactly the best version of myself last time I was here. At least to those who I.. Played with." He had to snicker then. Bad, Brae... "Tell me... What is your name?" She raised her gaze to meet his dead on once more, there was a pause, and a kind of disbelief. Why did he want to know? No one ever seemed to want to know? "Caliste Layton..." She answered quietly, still kind of surprised that he'd asked. Brae's own dark gaze would narrow as he would take in a breath... Looking her over. "Anything you ask of me, I will do. I was entirely too selfish in my last life to realize the importance of trust. I trust you, Miss Layton. And because of that, I am in your debt." He meant every word. She was the only confidant now. "Consider me your personal Guardian should you accept." For a man like Brae to vow that much... Was an incredible wonder to behold.

"But how can you trust someone you don't know?" She squinted, tilting her head slightly as black eyes scanned over those handsome, devilish features of his. Caliste was a little blindsided by his offer, and nodded in reluctant acceptance. It seemed like this was something he wanted to do, and if it would make him see them as even, she'd accept. "I..I don't even know your name?" He wouldn't respond to her question. But it was so very obvious that if she did anything to mistreat that trust.. Brae could very well handle it swiftly. Yes, this was a most unusual offer coming from an Archdemon.. Especially this one. But this was a new life and such things call for a new mindset.

"My name.."
Midnight eyes would follow her thoughts to those books she scoured for answers. Of course they would all be wrong. Why would anyone make it easy to bring him back? Braedan would push off of the wall, standing straight. As if he had rehearsed this monologue before he would look to her with that bit of mischief in his eye.
"I am the direct descendant of Asmodeus. King of the Second which governs over lust and wrath.. Though I have taken many nicknames there is only one that rings true." With that signature smirk of his he would hold out a hand to her.

"Braedan Black."