A game for Thrones and the angles of Angels. (Chelle)

Laying there in the hospital with the rhythmic beeping of the EKG echoing in the almost vacant room of sterile white walls. Tubes and poles to one side of the bed, the IV drip calibrated at thirty drips a minute. Little thin white strands leading from beneath the covered boy and leading right into the beeping machine as his heart continued to beat in sinus rhythm.  For a moment another person was within this room, looking at the young man who lay in the hospital bed. They watched him intently, lost in thought as they began to let the memories of the pervious evenings flow to mind. Struggling, fighting and doing everything they could for this young man. But in the end.... he was dead.

  A tear came to eye as she sighed, this grand revelation sinking into her mind and settling over, like an uncanny frost upon the fields in the winter mornings. It was a cold, unsatisfying feeling. A feeling of dread, a feeling of helplessness and a feeling without hearth or heart. It's true, his heart was beating... But Matthew died that night. The EEG was proof enough to tell them that there was absolutely no activity going on within his head. The body was breathing, surviving...but Matthew was not truly alive. With a shaky exhale the large African American woman wiped her eye, dragging her hands across her white scrubs and leaning forward to place her hand on Matthew's forehead.

  "Time and time again you were there to make sure everything went alright." Adalane said, her voice breaking a little bit, anger slowly creeping up on her. She knew she had no right to be angry with him, and in truth she really wasn't. She was angry at the world, at God...if he even existed. Just last week Matthew was a volunteer here, busting his back more than some of the paid professionals to help her make sure her patients got better. To make this world better. Now...he was one of her patients. "Now you're not here and the whole thing goes to Hell...You always helped me. But I let you down. I'm so sorry Matty. We tried." She said as she swallowed, the choking sensation creeping up on her as she stood up. She walked out of the room, leaving the vegetative young man undisturbed and alone.

    It hadn't been long at all. Just three days ago he was admitted after the car he was near exploded, propelling him backwards and causing internal damages. And while his friends gathered round, Matthew fought tooth and nail to do the impossible. He fought to cheat death. Of course, none can stop Death, not truly at any rate. Matthew was able to keep himself alive however, alive just long enough to burst through and grab Luke by the arm and warn him of the one that did this to him. He told him to not go, to not take the bait. To let him die unavenged. To die unavenged was better than to approach the gates of Hell with two friends in tow.  Not that he'd make it to Hell. The Devil would likely lose his throne.

    Of course things were never simple. Life in all of it's glory was convoluted, it was different and never what it appeared to be. You see Matthew was a human, but if there were ever a super power that Matthew would be confused for having it would perhaps be having a rather inhuman willpower. To be Humanity and battle Elena Vexus, to escape from Zachriel's Lament and to stand tall and proud against a world filled with things that should have utterly crushed him. He was a man amongst the gods...and he humbled them until the day where he was his own undoing. But that will power of his was in fact strong. So strong in fact that he should have survived. He should have survived and taken a few months to rehabilitate and maybe a year or so to fully recover from his injuries. You see his lack of recovery and the reason for the death of his brain was something altogether strange and mysterious.

Supernatural ...

Eldritch ...

   It was today that Humanity, that Matthew would have his final chance at waking from the slumber of death as he lay in his white bed, the medical chart clipped at the foot of his bed. It was here that a very special duo were going to meet with someone as strange as this very situation. It was in the confines of this old, brown brick hospital that fate would be forever altered.

The conversation between Chelle and Adalane carried on for a few moments before they were interrupted. Adalane attempted to be as kind as she knew how to be, especially given the fact she was speaking to a rather prestigious individual. Granted, she wasn't going to make exceptions for anyone, and she wouldn't take crap from anyone...but thankfully Chelle wasn't the type to start crap. She was probably the type to end it; but probably not start it. "Well that's not too much of a problem. May I have your friend's name? I'll just look them up here and give you the number and floor." She offered, trying to force a professional guise, despite her own personal drama. Of course no sooner had she turned to her computer had a voice spoken up to interrupt them.  

  "Actually that won't be necessary, dearie." The accent trailed a bit. Adalane immediately turned her head and peered across the monitor as a brown haired man in a suit stood and a thick wooly black overcoat. With black leather across his hand he was armed with a walking cane and a rather elaborate bouquet. Several flower types perfectly arranged in an orderly fashion. First was the lavender colored Chrysanthemums. Large, beautiful and bright pink flower sprawled out with white tracing it's edges. Speckles of deep magenta adoring it with several little stalks sprung forth; Stargazer lilies. Mixed within were white and yellow colors, small little tropical flowers, the Frangipani offered some nice contrast to the arrangement. Finally there were several multi colored flowers, deep pink and gold that seemed to be half open (four o' clocks) while surrounding two larger flowers. The first larger flower was a golden daffodil and yet another stargazer lily, however this one was a different genus, and it's genetics proven by giving it a deep purple hue.

  "I think we're here to see the same person. Miss Takeiro, I am Castor Gale. The pleasure is mine." He said with a smile before he leaned on his cane, shifting the flowers a little before looking to Adalane. "Matthew is in this room over here. We won't be long." Samhain said to Adalane with his usual charming smile, before his cane clicked against the shining linoleum flooring. With a little gimp the man made his way to the automatic glass door which opened and allowed him access to Humanity's "room", hoping that Miss Takeiro would follow him as he placed the flowers at the bedside a moment, looking for a vase to put them in. In this moment, Queen Chelle would be free to do as she pleased, look at the medical chart as the foot of his bed, examine the surroundings or simply watch Samhain out of caution. Whatever until her heart's content.

Looking through his chart would yield nothing overly of importance. Leukemia survivor, clinically dead once before and woke up with the slightest traces of schizophrenia; nothing overly worthy of note. However there was something to be said about the man's track record as a vigilante. No one knew who he was, He'd never shown any type of true mental malady or a compromised mental state, and ultimately he seemed to be a rather upstanding citizen. Thanks to information given by Samhain, word and proof of his actions were spread along, Chelle was now looking over the chart of the most dangerous and effective pure-human human vigilante on the planet.

"Well I'm sure you can see that our mutual friend is not exactly in a position to meet your expectations." Samhain made a rather simple note of it as he continued to fluff up and examine the congregation of flora in a very particular way. When he finally finished he was able to set it as it should be before looking back to the ever elusive queen of Thrones, both of his hands finding their way to the tippy-top of his cane as a bit of a sly smile crossed his face. "Congratulations dearie, you're now the only other person whom knows the identity of the ever enigmatic threat known as "Humanity". Of course he was in much better condition when he had his stand off with Elena Vexus, fought off that terrorist A.I in London and all that... but it seems as though you've come at an impasse. Your desired recruit is rather incapacitated." Samhain said as he took his hand from the cane, an eyebrow sliding down a bit in bemusement of the situation he found himself in. Of course he didn't assume to hold this over anyone's head. Such a thing was beneath him. All he knew was that Queen Chelle had something. Something that Samhain wanted rather desperately. Not that he would let her in on that detail.

"Fortunately I just so happen to know why our little human friend won't recover from his latest ordeal, and no meta gene or magic alive has been able to save him thus far." Samhain explained the situation rather simplistically, not even bothering to go into details about how Matthew seemed to be impossible to heal to begin with. Though he quickly added to the statement. I just so happened to do some... inquisitor work. In doing so I was able to ascertain what exactly was needed in order to save him from this little situation. There's just one thing left to do..."[/color] The eerily cheery fellow said, his smile not fading yet as he stepped forward, his cane clicking off the ground as he hobbled with a little groan.

"That is of course, make a deal. If you're still interested in that is." Samhain said, the highlight of his week to be exactly. Making deals were his forte, his dessert even; for lack of a better term. It just so happened that according to Samhain's sources and dead-drops he knew exactly what it was he needed. Not wanted, but needed in order to fix the ever engulfing darkness that threatened his very existence. That threatened to swallow the last light of the once decent being. The only real question left was whether the Queen of Thrones would even consider a deal with a stranger such as this, or was she going to try and make him sell this? Either way, he was convinced he could do it. But there were no doubts going to be questions, and this was not going to be easy. Especially not for what Samhain was going to ask for.

The threats and malice drew out only a flash of a wicked grin and a rather impish giggle of the man, seeming to thrive off of her response as he looked away for only a second. It was amusing how much powers these things believed they had over him. Though to be entirely honest the woman was in fact one of the most interesting he'd ever had the pleasure of dealing with. She said something about Eclipse coming into the equation. Of this he was perfectly okay with and offered no protest as she seemed to look over the patient. Samhain would wait as Eclipse arrived very quickly at the scene of distress.

"My that was quick. Have you ever thought of starting a superhuman EMS service dearie?" He asked with a smile on his face, waving the strange metahuman inside as the curtains blew about. "If you can somehow do what the Archangel could not, then you ma'am are a saint. If not...we'll have to back track to the original idea." Samhain said with a smile, looking to Chelle with a form of satisfaction. It was natural for them to want and exhaust all of their options before resorting to deal with an enigmatic entity such as he. Their caution was all too understandable, actually.

"Well, enough of my rambling. Miss Eclipse, you have the spotlight." He said, stepping aside and rolling his hand out as he bowed a bit, allowing the angelic entity to walk through unhindered.

The display was nothing less than immaculate to be sure. There was actually a pang in the heart of the Eldritch horror in man form, almost a sense of guilt and disappointment in knowing that this would not work.

 No getting cold feet now. This is essential. Samhain's eyes closed as he took in a deep breath, trying to regulate his heartbeat. He was in control. He was always in control. That's as it always had been. That's how it would stay.

 If you insist...

    It wasn't the first time that the Eldritch being had seen an angel work. It was just surprisingly personal and depressing to watch her pour all of her being into healing, and mending such a broken and deranged human being. Only for it to fail, and it was all his fault. He watched as she probably transcended the plane of existence they were on, reaching out and tapping into the entirety of the life web, into the very visage of quite literally everything this realm and universe had to offer. It was truly impressive, and the chance to see such a power akin to what was once so familiar... nostalgic to say the least. The selflessness of it all was actually both admirable and irritating. But it only added to the maelstrom of emotions when he watched all of her hard work end in futility.

  The power winding down, the failed attempt at restoring lost volition still laying on the bed, seemingly unchanged from their previous position. Samhain just stood there. Looking at Matthew and then to Tyuki and sighing to himself, and not a theatrical sigh as he had done all so many times. A genuine sigh, but even he did not know why. Was it relief? Was it disappointment? Was is the feeling of betrayal and mal-intent that was eating him away on the inside? Regardless he made a point to speak to the amazing "Eclipse."

  "Don't be hard on yourself...it was a beautiful display with unrivaled effort. For that I thank you." He said, genuinely thanking her before looking to Chelle, his overall mood having shifted a bit. "I hope you will excuse me, I'm quite parched. Would anyone like me to bring them something back?" Samhain asked, making perfect note of any drinks that were desired before walking out.

Spoiler:

   Providing he had drinks to get he could quite easily get them. Relocation was quite an impressive skill, as was his ability to simply phase through things and take what was needed. Of course when he finally came back into the room it was almost a different story.

 "Now then...I believe we have a small matter to return out attentions to." Samhain said as he tried to focus in on Chelle, not allowing himself to dwell too much on the previous events.

"Believe me, swallowing my pride to even deal with your kind isn't on my favorites either." He said, rather convicted at the moment, seeing this woman now as nothing more than an obstacle rather than an actual person. "I'll keep this simple. I need Excalibur." Samhain said, though to be entirely honest he was aware that she'd want the details. Of course he wouldn't provide them...not without her actually asking. In the back of his mind he heard the little voice still talking.

 She'll never agree to that

 Though Samhain simply tried to ignore it. Though the nagging sensation still itched in the back of his head, his very skull with the feeling of a fire within. The itch was unreachable, the gnawing pain giving nothing more than an irritable sensation and a lingering feeling that he couldn't quite describe. There was a pang in his chest and it took a great deal of discipline to not double over on the spot.

Prices to be paid... don't fail.

 He wouldn't fail... he couldn't. His entire life was hinging upon it. Perhaps even something greater than his life...

So was that seriously a question right now? Samhain just smirked with a slight scoff, as if he couldn't even believe he was going to answer the woman's initial question. Granted he fully saw the validity of the question, though what on Earth was she expecting him to say?

 "I have a piece of calamari stuck in my tooth and I'd- Oh for the love of- I intend to kill something with it. It's a sword, I'm pretty sure that's the primary purpose of the damned thing, now isn't it?" He stated the rhetorical question back at the queen, though he was being a rather sassy Eldritch being he had to be extra caution.

"I should be careful, It was urban legend that if one exercised too much sass summoned an infernal demon of darkness from the depths of the underworld."

*knock knock* The door opens a little.

 "Excuse me, May I just take the hourly vitals?" The heavy dark skinned woman asked from behind the door. Samhain blinked and looked back to Chelle, slightly unnerved at his own timing.

 "Well, close enough." He turned over his shoulder and called for the woman. "Just a moment dearie. We won't be long. Scouts honor." He said, though the last portion more to himself than anything.

Are you going to answer the woman's question or are you going to continue failing at standup comedy?. The voice asked within him, of course he tried to ignore it but he sighed. Go on, tell her what you want it for. Let's place a bet. If she doesn't believe you; I'll take control right here and now. the voice added a rather malevolent and twisted snicker at the end. Shaking his head, Samhain looked to Chelle.

 "I want Excalibur because I want to use against a Dragon that cannot be harmed by any conventional weapon. I NEED Excalibur because it's bringing me one step closer to what I want. I also want to, at some point, use it to play a little prank on someone and convince them they are a reincarnated King Arthur." He explained, actually rather irritated by the ever-growing presence in his mind, as well as the creeping suspicion that this woman was not going to grant this deal a second thought.

"If you believe you can kill all dragons that way then you've answered that question for yourself. As far as treachery I have no intentions of killing Ma-" Samhain let out a little frustrated sigh before shaking his head. "Killing the boy gives me nothing. Now, far be it for me to rain on your parade, I'm not going after just ANY dragon. The dragon I'm going after can only be hurt by Excalibur. Your blade would bounce and break before it even scratched it's underbelly. Not that it's not a lovely blade I'm sure, but this one needs one blade in particular. It just so happens to be that one." Samhain tried to explain, though was rather frustrated at the turn of events. It wasn't exactly as if he wanted to outright explain the entirety of his plans.

"As far as not getting the damned blade myself...I think we both know that you have a certain dislike for said sword. And you seem to strike me as the kind to keep an eye on things you dislike...am I wrong, your majesty?" He asked, his voice finally calming down back to it's usual self, his frustrations having had their fleeting moment no longer took space in his mind. Truthfully it wasn't that he didn't know where it was. It wasn't that he couldn't simply take it as he saw fit. The problem was that there were eyes on this blade, and if he made a move he was exposing himself to the wrong person at the wrong time. His entire plan was foiled.

"When you make a deal with the Eldritch you make a deal that WILL be upheld. I will restore the boy and he WILL join Thrones; and If your blade is that much better than I think we both realize that this is a steal. The boy and his abilities to Thrones, restored. In exchange the real Excalibur. That is the deal I offer." Samhain said a he began to write in mid air, suddenly the words seeming to scratch the air like a dagger through flesh. The letters were an eerie sea foam green color that glowed. It sounded almost like there were whispers coming from them. When he was finished his speed writing he rolled his wrist, flourishing his hand as the letters seemed to pull in and warp the perception around them before the light bled out and formed a rectangle. Once perfectly formed the light dimmed down, revealing nothing less than a piece of parchment with the terms of the deal and a place for Chelle to sign.

"This is a contract. It binds us to do as we've said. I find many question an Eldritch's loyalties...so to ensure I uphold my end of the bargain I shall preform my end first. Then you preform yours. Failure to comply with your end of the bargain is met by the resetting of my end to the current status quo. Failure to complete this deal by sheer hubris; or refusal to do so on EITHER side, both you and me dearie, results in the resetting of the deal to the status quo and the party whom refused loses the thing they love most until such time as the conditions of this arrangement are met..." Samhain placed the paper at the side table and lay the pen there beside it for the Queen of Thrones. He took a step back and sighed as he looked to Matthew and shook his head, turning back to Chelle as she no doubt had modifications or ends to tie up of a clerical nature.

Still have that pesky guilty conscious do you? Bah. It's just a boy. If you were going to end up with regret why did you do it? The voice refused to leave him alone. Samhain closed his eyes and perhaps the most genuine thing he could have ever said at this moment slipped through.

"This is necessary." of course he didn't say it to Chelle, but she likely heard. Of course that in may have just sealed his fate, as now Rochelle knew that he needed the blade just as desperately as he said, and that perhaps there was guilt in his mind. That could be manipulated for a better deal, be held over his head for any which reason she chose. Finally back to his normal self he opened his eyes and took in a deep breath, putting on his old smile and clearing his throat. "Clericals or amendments I assume?"