[Aizen Alexander Amell]

There was nothing more satisfying to a demon than giving into the horrific instincts and urges the darkness within pulled and pushed you towards. Sin was a release and there was no conscious to cloud you with, no lingering afterthought, and no feelings other then temptation to continue. But when you are half human, sometimes the weight of everything catches up to you. Aizen awoke from his hotel bed in London abruptly. He breathed heavily and his body was covered in sweat. There were scorch marks on the ceiling and the sheets were shredded apart. Another nightmare? It was becoming a problem. Aizen had been hunting down an organization he knew only as 'The Agency' for years now.They murdered the women he loved and by all accounts he had found they had a tendency to murder other supernatural creates as well, but if you were unlucky they captured you for who knows what. Aizen was convinced they were a covert government run agency of some sort but the way they operated it didn't seem like they could possibly be official.

They also worked internationally, Aizen currently tracked a lead from Montreal to London so he was not sure if it was one country with a wide reach like the U.S. CIA or if it was an international coalition of sorts. Either way Aizen would have his vengeance and bring the whole thing crashing down, even if it took a hundred years, it had been the only thing that fueled his push forward past the pain.Aizen arose and went into the bathroom. He turned the sink faucet on and let the water get cold before splashing it on his face. He looked into the mirror and pierced into his eyes, the sadness and hurt lingering like an unwanted parasite, or was a regret for the things had had done to get to where he had at this point? Aizen had always fought with his inner demon, literally, and his humanity. His life had been one drowned in suffering or fury since he was born. The women he would later find out wasn't his actual mother used his biological mother to bring in Aizen to the world as an instrument of her will with the help of Aizens father, a greater demon that sometimes called to him in his dreams. They were usually messages of approval, but it was not his fathers approval that he sought.

Thinking back to when he found out the women that experimented on him, put him through unforgivable training, and allowed him to be tortured by lesser demons then admitted that she used his mother and discarded her like a carton of milk when she was done never to know her own child and dying with the knowledge of what would happen......it was the first time Aizen killed a person. Aizen turned off the lights and gathered the sheets, stuffing them in the tiny trash bin he had in his room and snapped his fingers and hellfire lit up the little can for a few seconds before Aizen extinguished them leaving nothing but ash. He scrubbed away at the ceiling for a few minutes then headed out to get some paint. It was early morning and he wasn't sure how early stores opened in England but he couldn't allow himself to be distracted with things like local authorities thus he had to clean up his mess. He placed the do not disturb sign outside his door and locked it before heading out. The air was a little humid but it wasn't too hot yet, not that Aizen minded the heat. The weather in general rarely effected him actually, he tended to run quite hot.

Walking out into the city he began to see everything come to life as more and more people awoke and the night goers settled, for a moment he let the past go and in that moment he felt truly free, but it didn't take long before his focus returned. Aizen walked briskly, he had work to do.

[Aléxandros]

After fulfilling his fathers wishes and meeting a strange new ally, things became much weirder than expected. Alex put in a request for some time off and made a trip to London. He had always wanted to go to Europe, it sounded like an interesting place to visit. He could also see Wales, Ireland, and Scotland as well while he was there. One week didn't seem like enough time to do allot but he would make it work. Alex started his first morning there like every other, a mile jog, it would help keep his head clear and sort out things as well as being healthy for him. Wearing black under armour shorts and t-shirt Alex dressed light. He was about half way through when he sensed something eerily familiar to the encounter he had just had the previous month with that demon.

He paused for a moment to catch his breath and focus on where he thought he was sensing it. He then took off again and as he made his way to it, it began to grow. Finally when he came across what felt like the source he found only a man. Oddly enough the close proximity made it possible to distinguish what he was sensing was not the same as that demon at all, there was something distinctly different about it. Never the less Alex pretended to continue to jog by to the end of that street corner, paying the man no attention as he passed by, he then stopped at the corner and jogged in place while watching to see where the man went.

When the man rounded the corner Alex in a lighter pace as to not come up on the man and potential threat too quickly now began to follow. If there was nothing out of the ordinary then fine, but Alex would not let what happened last time to occur again. This world deserved better than the scourge in which demons brought upon humanity. Alex did notice when he passed the man though that although he didn't necessarily sense the same evil, there was a potent darkness in the aura around the man. Perhaps it was inexperience or truly something different but Alex was unsure of exactly what that meant.