You Might Not Believe In Me

Humans: Not Alone?

Reporter-

"Logic has driven all thoughts of monsters, and myths from our minds, from our every day thinking. Science has long been the backbone of the worlds belief system. Debunking everything from Bigfoot, to the existence of God. That is until now. A man, calling himself 'Pruflas' is now urging us to look into the past, to examine the stories of our ancestors. To find the truth in those once believed tall tales. For you see, Pruflas claims to be a three thousand year old Demon, and by his own account, he isn't alone. We go now, live, to Amsterdam, where Pruflas is planning to announce to the world, the existence of the Supernatural. "

Pruflas-
"First, I would like to thank everyone who has taken the time to come, and hear me speak this evening. At this time, I will not be taking questions, this is simply a statement. My intention is not to offend anyone, but... you have all been wrong. You apply human science to everything, but not everything is of a human nature. There are things that lie well beyond your realm of explanation, and quite frankly, they always will. For they have been present in this world, for longer than your earliest ancestors. God does exist, but not in the way religion has depicted him. The Devil, he is real as well, and they are in fact very similar in nature. Cut from the same cloth, but they long ago decided to use their gifts in profoundly different ways. Nephilim, that is their race. The first race to ever occupy this world, giant, immortal, and more powerful than you could ever imagine. However, God is not the God of your scripture, he did not create man. He did not create any of the other races, he, along with the Seraph, and we Demons have simply helped to shape, and mold those who come to reside on this planet." For a moment, he pauses, waiting for the crowd to still once more, as chants begin to erupt from the crowd.

"I will not stand here, and expose all supernaturals, that would take far too long, and I believe your patience would run thin. However, Demons, Seraph, Vampires, Weres, Fae, Elves, and Shape Shifters are among the most common occupants of the supernatural world. We run ramped, right under your noses. We hide, for the simple reason that we would never be understood, nor appreciated, as we appreciate your kind. We live in fear, but I feel that now is the time to begin building a relationship with the human race. So that one day, we might all live together in peace, as our kind did centuries ago. Once more, we will live side by side, as we were always meant to." Again the crowd began to stir, so many disbelieving faces starring up at him, Pru knew that he would have to offer more proof. The demon standing before them was no idiot, he knew he would have to make a real display now. "Ah, you are not easily convinced, but please, allow me the chance to prove himself..." Stepping away from the microphones, he walked to the edge of the platform, all cameras were on him. Before their eyes, his appearance shifted, from the handsome buzz headed man, to a taller, fuller man, with think brunette hair, peppered with gray, and sporting a full beard. The reporters all gasped, there was a general intake of breath all around them. Smiling, Pru reached down, and unbuttoned his coat, before returning to stand before the wall of microphones. "Now I pity those watching from their homes, they will all think that what they have witnessed was nothing more than CGI. Those of you present, you have witnessed something truly magical... shall we continue the fun? Among us, there are more of my kind. I urge you now, brothers, and sisters... join me, show yourselves!" For a long moment, there was nothing but silence, the humans all waiting on baited breath for something more to happen.

There was a great rush of wind, the sound of fluttering, of wings, and a figure rose into the air. Cameras spun away from Pruflas, aiming up towards the figure, as it soared over the distance, before landing on the platform near the demon. A man, wings scaled, and shimmering in the flash lights, he moved forward, and shook Pru's hand. A demon as well, made obvious as his wings lowered, and turned to smoke. The place lit up, as more figures began moving towards the stage, though, it wasn't as obvious what they might have been, no one present was questioning them. Vampires, demons, and faes alike. All standing together on display, like movie stars meeting their fans. An undoubtedly surreal moment for all of them. This was just the start, the begging. What would follow, he couldn't predict, but Pru was very much looking forward to the take over, regaining the upper hand, and doing so with the humans thinking it was their idea. It would so easy now that they were out in the open once more.

Reporter-
".... like so many of you, we here in New York are left speechless..."

Who: All the kids
When: Evening
Where: Vivian's Mansion
What: A Gala

Jaida hated these fucking things. Hated them, loathed them even. If she didn’t know how important it was for Vivian’s business, she wouldn’t have even given attending a second thought, she would have just gone off to spend her evening in one of their clubs instead. It was a testament to just how much she’d come to care for Vivian once again that she even attended them, let alone went so far as to dress about as close to normal as the little muse could manage. Trying to find something that would pass as acceptable for the guest list for the night was next to impossible, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t at least tone down her normally insane wardrobe choices. She’d had to pause in the middle of her hunt to shoot a quick glance at the clock – if she didn’t pick up the pace, she’d be late to be at Vivian’s side as she greeted those guests of hers for the night and it’d be awhile before she heard the end of that. Ninety percent of the guests coming tonight looked down on the muse already, she didn’t need to give them extra reason – they weren’t that font on Vivian to start with, it didn’t help for her to have shacked with some wild little street rat. Tugging her tights into place, Jaida grabbed the dress she’d chosen for the night and slipped into it, reaching back to do up the zipper quickly. Thankfully she’d perfected this whole ‘getting ready in a hurry’ routine, so it wasn’t long before she pulled open her changing room door, grabbing for her leather jacket. “Vivvy, darling, are you ready?” she purred teasingly, sliding her arms through the sleeves as she went in search of her, “Come and show me what fabulously expensive dress you’ve chosen to knock their socks off in tonight, you fucking hot bitch.” She knew she couldn’t have been that far, it was only a bit earlier that Jaida had heard her rummaging around for an ensemble of her own.

“I can’t fucking tie these things,” Cal huffed for the third time, pushing into the bathroom he shared with his brother, “Do you have any idea how to fucking do up one of these things? It’s like some bloody puzzle that is beyond me.” He looked downright amusing in the most pitiful of ways, standing there in his steely gray suit, dark hair styled in a way that made it look anything but and that tie hanging undone about his neck, his eyes looking over to Shannon beseechingly. There was no way he was going to get it tied on his own, someone was going to have to do it for him. Maybe Juniper knew how? It would be a sorry sight for him to show up to meet her for their evening together at the gala with his outfit for the night still in disarray. He was still working on that winning her over bit, trying to keep impressing her, to not let this positive momentum he’d started the night of their birthday parties drop off. “I’m going to start buying those bloody clip-on ones at the market, then I won’t have to worry about this,” he grumbled, leaning against the doorframe, the thin black scrap of fabric hanging from one hand. “Oi,” he glanced up then, “are you taking Eden tonight?” It seemed the one, if only, downside of the two of them getting their own rooms, it seemed to be that he and Shannon didn’t have the same time to talk with one another as they had before. They each still made sure to lean in on the other when they got the chance, check up and make sure that everything was alright. There might have been fewer of those small moments together day to day, but the bond between the brothers was undoubtedly growing stronger. Each one was truly starting to settle in, to become more and more at home in their new jobs, at the mansion…things were turning out far better than Cal had ever expected. Not that he’d admit it.