Devils Trap Exorcism"Devils Trap" ritualMore Like This
Regna terrae, cantate Deo,
qui fertis super caelum
caeli ad Orientem
Ecce dabit voci Suae
tribuite virtutem Deo.
Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus
omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio
infernalis adversarii, omnis legio,
omnis congregatio et secta diabolica.
Ergo draco maledicte
et omnis legio diabolica adjuramus te.
cessa decipere humanas creaturas,
eisque aeternae Perditionis venenum propinare.
Vade, Satana, inventor et magister
omnis fallaciae, hostis humanae salutis.
Humiliare sub potenti manu dei,
contremisce et effuge, invocato a
nobis sancto et terribili nomine,
quem inferi tremunt.
Ab insidiis diaboli, libera nos, Domine.
Ut Ecclesiam tuam secura tibi facias
libertate servire, te rogamus, audi nos.
Ut inimicos sanctae Ecclesiae humiliare digneris,
te rogamus, audi nos.
Ut inimicos sanctae Ecclesiae
te rogamus, audi nos.
Terribilis Deus de sanctuario suo.
Deus Israhel ipse truderit virtutem
et fortitudinem plebi Suae.
Where's My Birdie? Ch 5 Vex/OcOk so when I said four or five chapter I meant for the episode. This is the end of the episodeMore Like This
Chapter Five: He Fae-ed Up.
They had gone right to the Dal where the rest of their group was. It was no surprise to the three that had just came in that Hale and Dyson were playing pool and Kenzi sat at the bar having a small drink while talking to Trick. “Everyone out, the Dal is now closed!” Trick yelled upon seeing bruised and bloody Bo and Vex who also had an unconscious girl in his arms, “what were you thinking?” Trick hissed at both Bo and Vex, “do you realize how much trouble he could get in for going there?”
“As a personal friend of mine,” Ari cut in, “he was more than welcomed by me.”
“Yeah well,” Kenzi said as she made her way to Hale's side, “just who the hell are you?”
Kenzi eyed the man over, not bothering to take notice of how Trick, Lauren, and Vex moved to a table where the girl was laid
Where's My Birdie? Ch 4 Vex/OcChapter Four: Finding HerMore Like This
Arriving at the compound after having nearly flipped the car in her mad turn the three piled out and went towards the entrance where Bo handed two buff men the envelope. One of them opened it and three bracelets fell out. One said 'Mother/Buyer', the next 'Father/Buyer' and the last had 'Doctor' on it. A lanky man walked out just as the men finished putting the bracelets on.
From this man's back were two large wings that were folded up. His eyes were yellow like that of Dyson's but the pupal was more narrow, cat like. His lips protruded just a bit so that his nose molded flat and into them. They also had an orange tinting to them. He closed his eyes and breathed in deeply them let the air out. It was odd to see his half formed beak bed up into a smile, "Congratulations, Miss," he said and held out his hand, "I'm Onar, I'll be questioning you about what kind of Mother you are looking for to help set up interviews. Do you know the babies gender?"
"Huh? Oh, oh no
Where's My Birdie? Ch 3 Vex/OcPs. For those of you interest I've started an 'Ask Vex' RP blog. Url is lost-girl-vex .tumblr so check it out will ya? Kisses to you all.More Like This
Chapter Three: Attack and Conquer
“Your- the girl from last night? Or lack of girl?” Bo asked incredulously. Vex's dark eyes watched Bo intensely. He gave her a nod and she looked horrified at Dyson, “you knew?” The betrayal in her voice made even Vex's anger was forgotten for a moment. Bo's eyes showed her hurt and betrayal but she managed to hide it a moment later and turned to Vex, “You can't come. I'd let you if I could but I can't. It's a-”
“No friends policy, yes. But couples are allowed,” Vex's smirk was not like his normal mocking one, it held only menacing animosity. He was anything but happy or joking at the moment. Once again Bo noticed something different about Vex, he was serious. It was a rare thing indeed to see the Mesmer as anything but mocking, “so what do you say? Be my
Where's My Birdie? Ch 2 Vex/OcChapter Two: My GirlMore Like This
Bo was extremely irritated by the time she finally got into the Sutton compound. It had taken her a week to get enough information that she was comfortable going in and in that time Kenzi had refused to tell her anything about Vex, even blowing up with her temper twice. Then Vex, dear God! The man was a broken record. Apparently Vex had noting better to do than blow off missions, to piss the Morrigan off, and constantly ask Bo about her mission.
His insistence to ask her ever five minutes only made her trust Kenzi more. “Hi, Mr. Sutton,” Bo said once the maid had led her to the man's office, “I'm Bo, and I was wondering if Aelith-”
“She's not here. She ran away months ago with some man. Her services are not for sale anymore.” He spat out. He was sitting relaxed in a large leather chair behind a desk with an open file in front of him. His right fingers thrummed on the page as his left hand held his chin up.
Where's My Birdie? Ch1 Vex/OcIt was a close choice between two people for this oneshot or short story. Vex from Lost Girl, Or Loki from Thor and The Avengers (adaptaion of Thor 2011; adaptation of The Avengers 2012) As of this moment it's Vex because Loki has an archive 4,225 (avengers) and 3,021 (Thor) on FF.N and Vex has a grand total of- wait for it, wait for it 1. I'm serious lol. Poor guy is so unloved. But if by the time I get to wherever it may or may not switch stories entirely. And what's the Kenzi hale ship called? Kale? Henzi? I so ship them. Also I'm a big Bo/Dyson shipper.More Like This
Summary: Bo's new case is from The Morrigan, the woman she had vowed never to help again after a certain other case. But when she's intrigued not only by the Morrigan's offer but the details of the case she figures she needs to take it. If only to help save a girl. But then it seems as if there was something that everyone but her knew, what will this case hold in store for not only Bo, but everyone's relationships?
The Craven: A Parody of PoeOnce upon a court inquiry, while my witness plead sincerely,More Like This
Over whether or not he witnessed a murder on a mansion floor,
While I prodded, nearly smacking, suddenly there came a cracking,
As of someone's neck snapping, snapping behind the courtroom door.
"Tis some murderer," I muttered, "whacking behind the courtroom door.
Only this and nothing more."
Ah, we linked the oft dismembered mobsters of a chic September,
Yes, the mob's each dying member spilt their guts upon the floor.
Eagerly I swished espresso on the morn I named the torso,
She who until late fought escrow, clauses, deeds, and more.
A wry and wise defense attorney whose office door had read 'Dior.'
Jobless here for evermore.
And the sulking, sad and witless weeping from each extra witness,
Chilled, fulfilled me, raging 'tween the jury's and the judge's snores.
Yet now to hush my unbelieving mind, standing there conceiving:
"Tis some nameless witless witness bleeding 'hind the courtroom door,
Some late nameless witless witn