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pink-peony-princess · 4 years

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A Little Piece of Art

The art gallery had always been one of Shawn's favourite places, he loved the colours, the textures, even the smell of the freshly painted canvases.

During his residency year of Emergency Medicine this love, had become something more, something sacred. His weekly visits to the local art galleries were the only chance he got to 'just be'. He found something so comforting in the way the colours melded together forming any number of unique patterns, the colours quietly, but boldly expressing the many emotions with fuelled the artist's work.

Maybe it was this that he connected with the most? Life as a medical resident was hectic, always ruled, by other people's, needs, wants, emotions, there never seemed to be time to address your own wants and needs. But time, at the art gallery, Shawn found, gave him an escape, a way to wonder off into a world of bright unchecked colour and vibrancy, away from the harsh unrelenting realities of people's all too often life-threatening and life-changing injuries, away from everything an everyone. Well everyone except one person that was.

He'd first met Auburn three years ago, it was a chance encounter, he wasn't meant to walk into that particular little gallery , and she wasn't meant to working that day, but as fate had it she was and he did.

They'd striked up a friendship fairly quickly, a mutual interest and respect for the works of art and the artist's behind them fuelled many hours of conversation. There had always been an unspoken, but undeniable chemistry between the two of them, but Shawn was busy with work and didn't want to drag someone else into that mess, and Auburn was just too shy to ask

When Shawn found out that Auburn was single, he was shocked. She was gorgeous, with long platinum blonde straight hair and the perfect figure, yet up close she had just the right amount of freckles scattered over the bridge of her nose, breaking the facade of perfection.

Auburn had been equally as confused when Shawn admitted that he too was single. She could understand the reasoning behind it, with a busy job and other commitments including a family that lived out of state, she couldn't however get over, but Shawn was gorgeous like some Greek God doctor-model who had just made his way from the runway and into her gallery. He was tall and lean, but muscular with tattoos scattering his hands and arms, deep brown eyes which seemed to reach your soul with the barest glace and a mop of perfectly kept brown curls- always tamed by hair product which Auburn longed to run her fingers through.

Two years and much flirting later and Shawn had finally gotten up the courage to ask her out l, to which she immediately agreed. He'd taken her to one of his favourite restaurants for dinner and they're talked for hours as if they'd known one another for a lifetime. Shawn told her about his hobbies, medicine was number one for which Auburn admired him for following his passions, closely followed by the guitar and ice hockey, not to mention family, he loved his family, Auburn found this to be an immediate turn-on as she too was close to her family although she couldn't get to see them as often as she liked l, they were across country and an art gallerist's wages certainly did not cover the cost of the ticket.

She found herself telling him all her most embarrassing stories from grade school when she's tripped and fallen into a muddy puddle bigger than she was in front of her entire class, and all about the time she'd been left to sit outside the movie theatre in 8th grade for two hours waiting for a date that would never show.

Shawn was furious at this, exclaiming that he would never do that to a girl, and anyone who would, was a coward, before downing the rest of his Tequila.

Admittedly by then they were both a little drunk and high on life and the presence of each other

When the evening ended Shawn walked Auburn home like the gentleman he was,turning to leave her and she made it to the doorstep, but something in him made him turn around causing him to crash into her body with the force of a truck as she too made her way to him. The two sharing a heated kiss before Auburn turned head down to hide the raging blush and wide smile that lit up her face and made her way inside.

From that moment the two had been inseperable, with Auburn moving into Shawn's condo- a far cry from the crusty old place she'd rented when she first got the city.

They'd done the whole meeting each other's families, both feeling completely at home and welcome, before a year later getting the happy news that they were expecting.

Auburn had been feeling off for over a week when Shawn finally convinced her to go to the doctors and get a blood drawn, a million things flying through his head as to what it might be.

The pregnancy news had completely shocked them both, but as they had sat there together staring down at the piece of paper stating the cause of all her sickness, irritability and hunger there was no denying that it was right.

They were over the moon, elated at the idea of being parents with Shawn referring to the baby as he laid his hands on her stomach as "Their happy little ancient!"

To say that Shawn was protective was an understatement a helicopter parent (to be) might be more apt Auburn thought as Shawn handed her what fleet like her tens of pills as she ate her breakfast before rushing from the room only half dressed to finish getting ready for work which now that he was finished residency (and at the top of his class, which Auburn loved to brag to her friends about) was a local hospital where he was working.

...

The day started normally, Auburn went off to the gallery to start her day l, daydreaming of seeing Shawn who'd been away on training for the last little bit.

Somewhere in this perfect daydream, everything came crashing down. The last thing Auburn was aware of was the screech of tyres and the immense, unstoppable feeling of pain.

...

"Dr Craigen,we need you in triage one." Brian's nurse Amy spoke as she came skidding into the room.

"Can it wait?" He asked looking up briefly from the hand of a young girl he was suturing after she was bitten by a dog.

"No, it can't." He could hear the tension in her voice, so he stood removing his gloves, and paging another doctor to take care of the girl before following her out.

"What is it? Who?" He asked as Amy all but ran through the corridor. His question was cut short as they reached the bay in question.

"Just stay still! For God sake, you don't have a choice." He couldn't see the patient's face from outside the door, but he could see that two nurses and an intern were currently trying to restrain her, against her will.

"What on earth do you think youre doing Doctor Tanaran?" Brian asked as he grabbed a pair of gloves and stepped into the room. The intern stepped back from the patient, turning to look at him.

"We need to get an I.V. in her, but she's not cooperating," he responded as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Brian?" The person on the bed asked. He recognised the voice immediately and sure enough as he stepped around to the other side of the bed, there lay Auburn a close personal friend, someone who he considered to be like a sister, and the girlfriend of one of his best friends, Dr. Shawn Mendes.

She was almost unrecognisable, bloodied, and bruised, tears flooding her face and falling into the linen of the bed staining it a muddy brown as they mixed with the blood flowing from a nasty looking gash on her head, an oxygen mask laying forgotten beside her.

"Auburn?" he asked finally making eye contact, before looking up to find that she had not even been attached to any monitors yet.

"Everyone get your hands off the patient, now." he stared poignantly at the intern that who still had his hands on her.

"She just wouldn't cooperate." he grumbled as he stepped back.

Brian saw red at that, turning to glare before speaking.

"Have you thought about why the patient might be uncooperative? Have you even bothered to ask?" I questioned folding my arms across my chest.

He looked down at the floor, but didn't answer. "Didn't think so. So not only have you terrified an already distressed patient, but you've assaulted the girlfriend of Dr. Shawn Mendes, head of this ER."

His head snapped up at this, a look of shear panic on his face.

"Dr. Craigen I didn't think-"

"That's right," he interrupted. "The same way you haven't thought the three other times I've had to speak to you over the duration of your time here so far.

Get out of this room, and go and tell your resident that I don't want you on my service anymore. Oh and Tanaran," Brian called as the man made his way for the exit. "If I ever see or hear you do something like that ever again, I will personally make sure you're pulled from this program."

He sighed and turned around to see Auburn smiling softly.

"Thanks Bri" she spoke softly, very dazed,reaching her hand out for him to take. Somewhat restricted by the board and collar she had been placed on for spinal management.

"No problem hon. He's got an attitude that one.

So I'm just going to start slowly okay. I'm just going to hook you up to some monitors so that we can check you're heart rate, blood pressure and oxygen. Can I see the chart please? " he asked one of the nurses that was stood meekly in the corner.

"Yes Doctor," she responded before leaving and returning a minute later with the relevant information.

"Okay so it says here, that apart from that gash on your forehead and a fracture to your arm you have some fractured ribs, a suspected bruised spleen and a dislocated ankle as well as possible spinal injuries," he listed off as he took in the notes from the Emergency Services.

"They only got half way through checking her." the other nurse responded. Brian nodded, before placing the chart in the holder at the end of the bed, and returning to Auburn's side. He picked up her hand gently to check her pulse, watching as her eyes fluttered, drooping slightly.

"Auburn, I need you to try and stay awake for me," he spoke, tapping her check softly, moving to check her focal response with his pen light and finding that she had a fairly moderate concussion.

She let out a small groan, but managed to open her eyes, watching me tiredly.

"That's it," he praised. " smiling before grabbing his stethoscope from around his neck and resting it to her chest.

"Deep breathes," he asked quietly. She did as asked, but it was obvious from the way she was wincing every time she inhaled that she was in pain.

"It hurts and I want Shawn." she cried.

"I know you do hon. We'll get him here soon," he promised, paging one of his nurses to go and find him.

"How bad is your pain one to ten?' he asked, watching her closely.

"Eight " she answered.

"Okay I'm going to help ease some of that okay. " he spoke resting the I.V.tray that the previous doctor had set up next to the bed.

"Tell me what you remember? " he asked, trying to keep her talking.

"I was just crossing the street, and a car came out of nowhere. I don't know what happend. I was coming to see Shawn." she added.

"I'm sorry Auburn. " He really did feel sorry for her, not only as a doctor, but as a friend. She and Shawn had barely gotten to see one another the last few weeks, and now this.

"They didn't even stop to help me! " She cried, more tears trailing down her face. He felt so sorry for her, and sick at the thought of how Shawn might react. He just hoped Shawn was able to stay calm, for both of their sakes.

"Small scratch." he warned, inserting the line, and getting her started on some much needed fluids and pain relief. She flinched a little, but didn't pull away. "Okay, so I'm going to get Dave to come and help me with a spinal exam, and he should also be able to determine if we need x-rays for these breaks okay" he explained gently,trying not to scare her.

She looked worried at the mention of x-rays, but he just assumed it was due to her being clastrophobic, as she didn't say anymore on the subject.

He walked out of the room, quietly closing the door after me, and made my way to the nurses station where I found Dave helping a nurse. As an Orthopedic doctor he was often called down for consults, so it was common to find him here.

"Dave, do you mind helping me for a second mate?" he asked, before coming to stand next to him waiting as he finished his conversation.

"Yeah what is it?" he asked as Brian handed him Auburn's chart.

"Auburn?" He asked disbelief clear in his tone, eyebrows raised in confusion. "Auburn as in Shawn's Auburn.What happend?

"Hit and run." he answered. Causing Dave to wince in sympathy. "They didn't even stop!"

"Has anyone gotten a hold of Shawn?" He asked, shaking his head as they made their way to the door of Auburn's room.

"Yeah, but she's quite distressed obviously, so I'm just taking it really slowly. At least until Shawn gets here, unless something is absolutely vital," he told him. Dave nodded before opening the door, and greeting Auburn with a bright smile.

"Hi Auburn, Bri told me you got in a fight with a car?" He asked, causing her to smile faintly.

"What have we got so far?" he asked.

"Large laceration on the forehead and a fracture to the left arm, some fractured ribs, a suspected bruised spleen and a dislocated right ankle as well as possible spinal injuries, she is also complaining of chest pain." Brian added as he hummed at the growing list of ailments.

"Auburn are you having any trouble breathing? " he asked, she nodded letting him listen to her breathing as Brian had. The room was quiet for a few moments except for the beeping of the machines as he moved the stethoscope around her chest, before stepping back with a sigh.

"Slightly muffled left side," he agreed, glancing to the monitors, a look of concern on his face.

"It'll need to get an x-ray, and maybe an ultrasound." Brian nodded, adding,

"I'd also like to get some CTs of the head just to be sure there is no underlying bleeding. Is it okay if we give you some oxygen?" he asked wanting to up her saturation, especially given her breathing troubles.

She made a small jerk of the head in the affirmative, allowing him to place the mask that had lay beside her back on her face.

"Any other pain?" Dave asked lifting the blanket to assess the damage to her lower extremities, she took a few shaky breaths.

"Just my ankle."

" Okay,we just need to turn you and have a feel of your spine. Before we do, anything else, as we don't want to aggregate anything." Dave explained coming back to stand at the head of the bed. "All you need to tell me is if you feel anything sore."

She hummed in resonse, unable to nod due to the collar.

"On three, one,two,three. " Brian spoke before rolling her and holding her steady.

"Any tenderness?" Dave asked as he made his way down her spine, gently feeling for abnormalities.

"No." she answered innnediately.

"Wiggled your toes for me?" he asked as he went to stand by the end of the bed again. She did so, causing them both to breathe a sigh of relief.

Five minutes later and Dave l had decided that x- rays were necessary, due to the precarious nature of the fractures in her arm and ankle and that the fractured ribs did need further investigation, however that no spinal damage had been done, meaning she could be removed from the collar and brace.

"Where's Shawn?" She asked, again as they went about removing the neck brace. Brian was starting to wonder what was taking the nurse so long himself.

-Shawn-

I hadn't been able to focus all day, it was my first day back after being away at a two week trauma conference,and also the first time I would be able to see Auburn and the baby since she was meeting me at work. I sighed as I tried yet again to focus on the swirling numbers of the department's budget on the screen in front of me.

My thoughts were interrupted when I heard a knock. "Dr. Mendes you're needed down in triage. Urgently." A nurse spoke,making me stand and follow her immediately.

-Third Person-

"He's on his way now hon, but we really should get you up to x-rays okay." Dave spoke, going to start moving the bed.

"Not not until Shawn is here," she begged, catching his hand and stopping him. Seconds later, and Shawn ran through the door, eyes wide as he took in the site of me.

"Auburn, baby,what happend?" he asked, leaning down and gently stroking her head, careful of the cut.

"They didn't stop!A car!" She cried a fresh batch of tears starting.

Shawn was pretty calm considering the situation, Auburn however was not, Brian could see from the monitor that her heart rate was spiking and he tipped his head to Shawn, indicating for him to do something.

"Try and slow your breathing honey," he encouraged softly as it spiked to about 130 when it had previously been sitting about 110. She managed to slow it a little, Shawn not saying anything, merely cupping her face gently and kissing her head.

"Shawn, " Daves spoke, "we really need to get her to x-ray. She has broken ribs, we need to determine how bad."

"No, no x-ray," she interrupted again.

"Sweetheart, you'll be fine, I promise. " he spoke, stroking her hand softly.

"It's not that." She answered, looking away.

"Then what?" Dave asked looking to Shawn.

"I'm pregnant," she whispered. "We found out two weeks ago. We wanted to keep it a surprise."

"Someone get Connor down here," Shawn ordered almost too calmly.

Dave and Brian shared a worried look, if she was pregnant, there was a possibility that something may have effected the baby.

"Page Connor." Dave mumbled to Brian.

"I've already done it ,he's on his way." Briam tried to reassure him, hoping that he would calm a little at the fact that the best ObGyn was going to be consulting.

"No what if something's wrong? " Auburnpanicked, catching on.

"Auburn you need the ultrasound," Shawn spoke firmly.

Her lip wobbled a little causing Shawn to soften his tone a little. "I'm sorry babe, I'm just worried about you. And you need the x-rays," he added.

"Auburn, you need to understand that while normally we wouldn't use x-ray, in this instance it's important, we won't have a healthy baby, unless it's mummy is healthy too yeah? " Dave explained gently.

"O-okay," she agreed reluctantly.

"I think we can however forgo the CT, given that you've been alert the whole time. " Brian spoke earning a smile from her.

"But you won't be allowed to sleep for the next few hours and even once you can we'll need to wake you every hour, on the hour," Dave warned.

Just as we were about to start moving up to radiology having unhooked the bed Connor arrived.

"Sorry I came down as fast as I could," he apologised "Hi Auburn," he smiled as he came over to the side of the bed.

"So you found out you were pregnant two weeks ago?" he asked. She nodded. "And everything has been normal so far? No bleeding?

"No." She answered, nervously, causing Shawn to squeeze her hand a little.

"Okay then, I'm just going to pull your gown up." he did so before reaching for the gel. That was housed next to the portable ultrasound machine that we always kept in the triage bays. They were smaller, and less powerful, but still useful in situations like this. "This will be a little cold," he spoke before placing the gel on her stomach. The room was silent, everyone waiting with baited breath, Auburn with her eyes shut. Connor hit a button on the machine and the room was filled with a rhythmic thumping.

"What's that?" her eyes snapping open to met his.

"Congratulations Auburn, that is your baby's heart beat. Junior seems very happy, very strong heart rate at 150 beats per minute." Connor smiled.

" Oh my God!" she cried reaching up to hug Shawn, before sharing a kiss.

"Judging by the size, bubby's just gone 12 weeks," Connor added, pointing out the measurements on the screen.

Everyone's faces were the same- all smiling from ear to ear.

"Do you want a copy of the scan?" Connor asked.

"Hell yeah!" Shawn agreed making Leah laugh. "This is going on the fridge."

Twenty minutes later, and we had all gone down to radiology, Shawn not having left her side. A permanent smile etched on his face.

"Just stay still for me Auburn." Dave asked,adjusting her leg to get the right image.

Once that was done, and it was determined that nothing needed surgery she was taken back up to a more private room, and Dave set about casting her.

"This will feel a little funny, but it won't hurt now." He reassured her as she became a little fidgety, giving her some laughing gas and upping her pain meds slightly.

It was then Brian's turn to stitch up the wounds on her head, something which should have been very straight forward, but she was terrified, having all but jumped (or gotten as far,which wasn't very) into Shawn's arms.

"It won't hurt Princess, Brian will numb you up good okay?" he spoke, sitting next to her, while Brian sat on a rolly chair by her head, Dave next to Shawn.

"Ready?"

She nodded.

"You're being so brave Princess," Shawn encouraged as she clung to his hand.

"Have you thought of any names for the baby?" Connor asked from where he sat in the corner working, having left briefly while they were at radiology and then returned, wanting to be here for support. Something which Shawn was grateful for.

...

An hour later and they were officially off shift, but had all taken up residency in Auburn's room, wanting to keep an eye on her, as she was a part of the family. They all sat quietly doing paper work, as she rested, fast asleep now that we have deemed it safe.

"How are you feeling Shawn?" Brian asked, looking up to find Shawn watching her.

"I don't know, I have never felt so many emotions in one day!" he laughed, before Auburn broke the silence with a small moan.

" I'm cold," she mumbled, "And sore," she added, visibly shivering.

"Here, budge up." Shane spoke, helping her to move over, before getting into the small bed again.

Connor got up to adjust the pain meds and check her vitals. However she didn't settle. "What's wrong Poppet?" Shawn asked. Sometimes the meds could make patients a little agitated.

"I want to have a bath, I feel gross, and you smell different. " she grumbled, her nose wrinkling. Shawn looked up at Connor and Brian,all laughing.

"How much of the stuff did you give her?

"I'm serious." she pouted, swotting Shawn's shoulder. "I don't like the smell of the scrubs. It doesn't smell like you."

"How 'bout this?" he asked bending down to reach for his bag, and grabbing a hoodie.

"Much better," she spoke, nuzzling her head into him.

"Now I'll help give you a pat down with a cloth if you want?" he offered. You can't really have a proper bath yet cause of all the wiring and your cast."

She nodded

"Just sit up slowly okay. You might feel a little dizzy." Brian warned, standing up to help too.

Connor went ahead to start the water for her while Dave came to help move the wiring as they supported her to hop to the bathroom. Eventually Shawn just picked her up,being extra careful of her ribs, holding her under her shoulders instead,and cradling her somewhat like an infant.

Half hour later, and Shawn had successful sponge bathed her, the rest of the group having gone back to their work while they waited.

"Get some rest Princess,you've got a little piece of art growing in there, you and Jellybean need it, he whispered as he placed her back in bed, rubbing her stomach softly.

"Love you," she whispered, already half asleep.

"Love you more," he replied kissing her head, they all shared a smile, because at that moment, all was right with the world.

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theholycovenantrpg · 4 years

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In the beginning was RAUM, a DEMON loyal to the cause of the DEMONS. She is said to be IMMORTAL and uses SHE/HER pronouns. In this New Testament she serves as a MEMBER of the VICES. Blessed be her name.

THE INDELIBLE MARK.

Her existence and power both teeter atop the same fulcrum -- the capture of what was never meant to be hers. As the Vice of Envy, Raum possesses ravenous focus which, when trained on the object of her desire, devours it through greedy, irrevocable theft. It can only be one thing across each individual; and it can be a physical matter, such as an item or a body organ, or it can be a visceral notion, such as one’s life or voice. She must truly covet what she seeks, otherwise her powers will not latch onto it, and what is stolen can never be returned, as it becomes branded with Raum’s name in the ancient demonic tongue; an unseen mark of everlasting ownership. The degree of her capability varies according to the nature of the object; stealing someone’s eye, for example, would be less strenuous than taking their life, and if one were to resist her hold strongly enough, it would require greater focus and force for them to be stripped of what Raum has claimed for herself. Having been granted the gift alongside her title, Raum is relatively inexperienced and has yet to fully grow into her powers or develop them further. However, that certainly doesn’t stop her from harnessing them to stoke her envious appetite, insatiable as it ultimately is.

THE HISTORY.

Hers was a story with neither beginning nor birth; a tale relayed through torn pages and faded ink, where the only things separating the factual from the imaginary were one’s own musings and a barren, blistering-red introduction. It seemed as though Raum had blinked and then found herself in Hell, coming into existence through the flutter of wayward wishes as they nestled into her lids rather than the trickle of God’s breath or the lashing of Lucifer’s tail. She simply came to be, and then with her wandering eyes and charred wings, she became; branded as a demon and cast astray across the pits and trenches of Hell to wreak havoc in Lucifer’s name before she could even grasp the worthless worship that was demanded of her. She provided it, because what other purpose could her vacant existence possibly have? Surely not one that the dreaded Morningstar would be keen to reveal; gleeful as he appeared to be upon being met with the aimless trek of her gaze and the unadjusted twitch in her wings. Contempt was the first emotion to thread its string through Raum’s newly-molded heart, and she hoped it sent pin-pricks stabbing into the dead flesh beneath Lucifer’s skin as she met his mirthful gaze with an imperious glare. Nonetheless, she turned around and set off to do his wicked bidding; for all she knew, she had been born into it.

Had she, though? Where had the stars spilled into the unruly alignment of her creation? Across the infinite mortal skies? Over Heaven’s towering peaks? Along Hell’s howling vacuums? One must venture down a road before they could lose their way, and Raum longed to find hers; desperate to unearth it from the shapeless ruins of her past and wrap her hands around it in ardent discovery. The wonderment was a speck of stark, pure white whirling through the overbrimming crimson of her boundless days in furious, ceaseless burning. All were blind to it; Lucifer and his demons scraped their barren gazes along without a single glimpse of what was eating its way through the veil of her solemn obedience, and all the while, Raum could see nothing else, vision consumed by all that lay beyond her limited, covetous sight. It was only when she was given the duty of guarding the borders of Hell that she finally blinked, willing her fixation to fade just enough for her to see the turn her path was about to take. Glancing over the corner, she expected to be met with many things, and Heaven certainly wasn’t among them. Yet such was where Raum found herself as soon as she had taken flight beyond Hell’s gleaming gates; on the cloud-misted outskirts of the unreachable.

At first, she was driven by sheer curiosity and nothing more; after all, some would give anything for a look into the hallowed void. She imagined that even Lucifer, for all his primordial pride, would give up his empire for an entryway into Heaven, and so how could she possibly resist stealing it for herself? As time passed, however, it became a lot less simple than that. Raum spied on the angels with fervent diligence, chasing the shadows of their opalescent wings and following the loop of their steadfast worship until another crucial sentiment began to take root in her heart -- only this one did not trickle in with a slim, worming thread. Instead, it ensnared the humming ember in a thicket of gnashing tendrils; long as roots of ivy and thorned as the stems of roses. It was envy, and it was vicious; choking out her heart all while mercilessly lurching it towards the realization that the angels possessed all that she yearned for and coveted from afar. They knew who they were and what they were meant to be; knew where they came from and where they were destined to go -- and they seemed utterly unaware of the value of such rarified knowledge, traipsing around in aimless adherence, eyes bleary and shoulders stiff as though they couldn’t bear the weight of the divinity sprouting proudly from their spines. Yet it was that exact thought which eased what had begun to fester, quelling the blaze of her heart into a simmer so quiet and gentle that it almost seemed to warp her envy into something akin to love.

There was no other way for Raum to explain the pale, tender hue that fogged up her vision of the angels from that moment on; no other way for her to identify the frail, stuttering ache that soon bloomed in the wake of each illicit venture and every stolen glance. With the history of Heaven unfolding before her, she witnessed as Adam and Eve claimed their place at God’s side as though they belonged nowhere else, and it was then that Raum couldn’t find it in herself to deny her sentiment any longer; eyes welling with tears and wings curling into her back as she watched the angels bow before the very same beings that had snatched God’s love from them. In the end, there was no hope of holding her fuming vengeance at bay. The legends often spoke of a serpent, wrapped around Eve’s ankle in a coiling climb as her teeth slowly sank into the forbidden fruit, yet it was in fact a crow which lured her towards her fated sin, black and beckoning as the bistre of Raum’s eyes. At the tail of Adam and Eve’s fall, Raum dragged in the retribution of the angels then eased back with heaving relish -- only to realize once the haze had cleared that she was utterly untouched by the change she had incited. She remained on the outskirts, same as always. Yet upon returning to Hell, her disillusionment was soon replaced by an unexpected sense of belonging, crafted at the hands of none other than the revered Anti-Christ. He brought her into the fold of his Vices and in turn, ushered her into a newfound era in her existence; one of looming confidence, brimming aspiration, and boundless, yawning hunger. Rising alongside Hell, Raum set out to leave the mark that she had always been denied, and she vowed to make sure that not a speck of the world would be bare of her brand. All shall see it, and all shall bow before it.

THE CONNECTIONS.

DAMIEN WARD: Liege. It was from his obliging hand that Raum had seized everything that had once lingered far beyond her reach; he had given her a title to be defined by, a power to grow into, and most crucial of all, a place to belong in. In the wake of losing all hope of retrieving her past, the last thing she had expected was to be given a future, and yet there Damien had been, welcoming her return with all of her dreams and desires laid at his feet -- and they hadn’t been stolen, but crafted specifically for her. It had sealed Raum’s loyalty to the name of the Anti-Christ, and she had vowed to march under it until the end of her days. She couldn’t help the sliver of trepidation that wormed its way in every now and then; after all, the Vices had sealed their purpose, and it was unclear what goals Damien could dedicate them to now, or if there were even any at all. Yet in spite of that, Raum could never doubt him. He was her guiding light, and she would walk along the glorious shadow he cast forevermore.

SAMAEL: Tether. When she had seen Samael for the first time, the despondent sight of him had tugged on her heart. He had lain there, arranged for Lucifer’s perusal like any valuable thing that shone through Heaven’s waste; plucked from the peak of glory and discarded in a pit of decrepitude. Having already spent centuries taking in the pride and prosperity of the angels, Raum had had an intrinsic understanding of all that he had lost in the wake of his fall. Even though she had spent ages of uncertainty before finally taking the step, she had eventually come forth and reached out to him -- and they had been inseparable ever since, sharing a visceral understanding and an invaluable trust that cemented them in each other’s lives well beyond their fickle hungers and dastardly desires. Samael was her anchor, her fulcrum, her balancing point. Greedy as she was, she would give away everything for him.

EVANGELINE TRAME: Remembrance. She often caught a trace of Evangeline in her mist-ridden memories of Heaven, particularly when recalling the countless glimpses she had stolen of Eve’s resplendent visage. Upon first glance, something about Evangeline had pierced through Raum’s eye and hooked itself to a groove in her mind, tugging on memory and rousing remembrance in a way that had become a steady fixture in their encounters from that moment on. The resemblance was vague and untraceable for the most part, yet it was always Evangeline’s eyes which kept Raum from dismissing it. They never failed to bring her back to that crucial moment when she had settled upon Eve’s shoulder and nudged her gaze towards the forbidden fruit. It eluded Raum time and time again, yet never seemed to abate her ravenous intrigue. There was certainly more to Evangeline Trame than meets the eye, and the mystery was Raum’s to unravel.

CAPHRIEL: Fascination. It was impossible to overlook the depth to which Caphriel let herself fall into the embrace of the mortals, especially when the longing-drenched sight so closely resembled the way Raum would lose herself in the hazy borders that had once kept her and the angels apart. Yet even though they seemed to share the same burning brand of yearning, it was laced with too many shards of differences for the two of them to be truly kindred. For one, Caphriel’s love for the mortals was returned tenfold, whereas Raum had only ever been able to cling to the angels from afar. For another, Caphriel dedicated herself to the mortals with no doubts or limitations, whereas Raum was reluctant to let her lingering sentiment for the angels take root; not when she was far more eager to grow into her newfound individuality and focus on nothing other than herself and her aspirations. Yet Caphriel had already caused her to falter in her drive, stirring a fascination that Raum found herself unwilling to relinquish. It could prove to be ruinous, yet it could also prove to be grandly fulfilling.

Raum is portrayed by Tati Gabrielle and was written by JEN. She is currently TAKEN by LIA.

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