Nothing. She felt nothing, saw nothing, heard nothing; or at least that's what Emily thought when she woke from her sleep. The cot that Noah gave her was nowhere to be seen, replacing it was nothing. And yet, she was there, the only thing that existed in the vast amount of nothing.
She wanted to speak. Emily quickly opened her mouth only to close it in silence, afraid if even her voice would make a sound in the void. If it did make a sound, it would only sound lost, confused, and lonely, the same feelings that were eating away at her heart. It was all happening again, she was alone, this time in nothing.
Curling up in a ball, Emily closed her eyes tight and tried to control her breathing; her heart frantically beat against her chest as if wanting to escape. But soon that feeling too did cease, as if her heart stopped beating all together. Frantically she took her hand and put it to her chest, but felt nothing. Was this death? Was she dying? Did she fail? All these thoughts ran through her head as she sat straight up, this must be how one feels when their soul is no longer theirs.
Emily found that she had no voice when she tried calling out for Seere. Frantically she silently yelled till her eyes were water works and her face was red, but nothing made it past her lips. Why wasn't anything working, even if she was calling out to the one who owned her soul now. Surely he would allow it, Seere didn't seem that corrupt.
And he wasn't. Emily would have felt his hand on her shoulder, if she still had her soul to feel things, and turned around to see the beautiful demon she bargained with. Somehow just the sight of him was a bit of calm she needed, as she flung her body into him and hugged him as tight as she thought she could muster. She silently sobbed as she thought he hugged her back, rubbing her head or back, like a loving protector would do. She had no clue though, she felt nothing.
“There, there,” Seere's voice sounded a bit strained, but it still was sweet as ever to Emily's ears, “all will be alright.” Emily leaned back and looked up into Seere's face that showed no sign of joy or sorrow. She wanted to ask him so many things. As she started to speak her face slowly fell and her lips came to a stop, making Seere give a sorrowful chuckle. “You no longer exists in this world.” Emily’s eyes went wide with fear as her demon lord gave the news, her body started to shiver with anxiety. Normally she would collapse and try to catch her breath, but she was nothing now, rules didn't apply for her. “This world no longer exists all together,” Seere added in a small voice, “They changed the past, and now you don't exist Emily.” As he said her name, Emily's body continued to shake, but she couldn't decide if she was confused or scared.
Seere helped Emily to her feet, then brushed a hand alongside her face wiping tears away. “Our contract is voided due to outside influences,” Seere started to sound sad, it wasn't every day that the higher-ups would take away his toy, “and I would hate that my last sight of you would be a crying one. At least smile, just once for me.” Emily couldn't stop crying, she no longer exists and now was disappearing, but she managed to give the most pathetic smile she could muster. “That's pitiful,” Seere pressed his lips. “You might not exist, but you're not dead.” Emily didn't catch the demon's words, making Seere strongly grab her chin and force her to look into his eyes. “This world does not exist anymore, but there is still another. There you live, everyone lives.”
Emily's water works slowed down as Seere's words sank in. “Your soul still lives, Emily.” Seere said with a smile as the girl gave a weak, but sincere, smile in return. “That's better,” the demon chuckled as the Emily finally felt at ease and soon vanished from his grasp, as if turning into nothing herself.
Anaba sprawled herself on the sofa, claiming all of it for herself as she napped, or tried to at least. Hours ago she was rudely woken up by tapping from inside, and they didn't seem they were going to cease anytime soon. As she tossed and turned to find a more comfortable position to sleep, she started to rub her slightly swollen belly. “Yes yes, you're alive in there. Now for the love of god, stop!”
Name: Emily Alberta Grant
Birth date: July 6
Birth Place: South of North Slope Borough, Alaska
Height: 5’5” (165 cm)
Weight: 150 lbs. (68.04 kg)
Species and Lore: Human/Witch
Lore: Old English tales say that witches came to be when wicked people would make contracts with the Devil in exchange for power.
Ethnicity: Native American
Hair: Dark Brown; cut in a mid bob, almost a-line in structure.
Face: Oval shaped face with almond shaped eyes like her mother, can easily get bags under her eyes if she doesn't sleep in a day. Has a straight bridged nose, average lips and ears.
Seal of Seer: Right Upper arm; black
Crow wings: Collarbone area, one on each side (left, right); black
Fire breathing dragon: Lower left arm/hand (starts close to the wrist and the flames go down to finger tips); black
Fire Bird: Left side, abdomen/outer thigh; black
Skin: Light tan-ish red skin gives hint to her Native American heritage, but tans very easily thus always darker to normal.
Able to see and talk to other servants of Seere.
- Able to speed up or slow down projectiles (uses little power)
- Teleportation (uses med power)
- Time jump; only in a short distance, a few weeks at most (uses a lot of power)
Able to keep her cool under pressure for good while.
Skilled with riffles and shotguns.
Works really well in groups/good follower.
When she does snap, her anger gets the best of her
Not really skilled in any other type of combat.
Her magic takes a toll on her life; if she does die before her contract is up, she forfeits her soul.
Bit of a coward, but slowly over coming this.
Personality: Like her father, Emily is easy going but when she snaps she has the anger of her mother. She easily is embarrassed and when faced with a danger she never came across, her first instinct is to hide.
Emily is the child of Daniel and Anaba, who has came from her future to present day.
Born in and grew up in the wilderness of Alaska, Emily didn't know anything at all of the Grimoire or of her mother's secret. What she knew that ravens were a nuceness when gathering berries, bears loved eating their fish, and if she could stay up late enough she could see the first northern lights of the year. She ran through the forest with her older brother (by one hour), going on adventures he would come up with on a whim. And on days she was to keep inside, helped her mother, now blind, with chores around the house. This was her life ever since she could remember to the age of 13.
What was going to be a normal Alaskan night, changed Emily's life for good. The organization that Emily's father once belonged to doesn't take well to ex-members, and when the local chapter found out about what he has done, took it upon themselves to fix the mistakes that have been done. It was that night that Emily's home went up in flames, that she lost her family and it would be hours before she would lose her's as well. When she thought all was lost, a strange beautiful man came riding across her path on a winged horse, which was far from normal for that part of Alaska. What little Emily knew, that her heart's strongest desire was about to come true because of this man.
The man introduced himself to Emily, that he was a strong powerful being named Seere, Prince Seere, and he had the ability to grant her wish. Be it that she was desperate for a happy ending, or the lack of training to distinguish an angle from a devil, Emily did not hesitate to sell her soul for something with a far greater risk. Now Seere did like man kind and he made the contract a simple one; Emily would be sent back in time to stop the massacre of her family, in return she had to do as much as her parents have done within the set time period. If she was succeed, what she had witness would be nothing but a bad dream; if she was to fail, not only would her soul belong to Seere for the rest of eternity, but a chance that the souls of her family would be damned as well.
What she remembered next was a blur, she doesn't remember how or when she arrived in present day, nor how she is able to stop the massacre that would happen in over a decade. What she only remembered was Seere telling her to find friends, but who were these so called 'friends', and how are they able to help to help save her soul.
Quirks and other Facts:
Favorite colour is black
Somehow she can sing despite her genetics, but has a quiet voice
Favorite food is Alaskan ice cream made with black berries
Chews the inside of her bottom lip when thinking/bites her bottom lip when nervous.
Afraid of large fires.
She takes after her father, born without any supernatural power.
Alias - Haz|
Nationality - American
Age - 25
Location - United States
Occupation - College student; Math Major
Interests - Art | Music | Video Games | Fantasy & Sci-Fi books | Comics | Science | Occult | History | Other Cultures
Likes - Animals | Food | Sleep | Literature & Music
Dislikes - Uncooked Peppers | Rude People | Liars | Working Retail