Role Play Forum Prision of souls

Serena: things came flooding back but I didn't know what they were, I saw him sitting in a chair, some beautiful woman circling me but I couldnt take my eyes off of him. I saw us standing me holding a book in one hand his hand in another and markings spread across my legs. I see us eating toast in a kitchen.

Jonathon: Sighing I straighten after some time and I head back into th ehouse and sit at the piano. Without me realizing it my fingers as plays a slow and gentle melody that my own mother used to love to hear me play. Clare de Lune. She used to ask me to play it to her when she was sick and it was the last present I actually gave her. I was playing to her when her soul was ripped appart.

Serena: I clutch my stomach trying to stop the pain but nothing seems to help "What is happening" I gasp for air as tears roll down my cheeks

JOnathon: I play until I can't anymore and fall asleep on the piano. I didn't dream about anything. It was just black emptyness that engulfed me and seemed to clutch at my heart.

Serena: I pass out on the roof and when I wake up I only feel a dull throbbing in my temple.

Mabelle: I smile when I find Satan asleep on the piano and gently wake him, "Waky waky, sleeping beauty. Your pretend Fiancee is here to be spoiled by your Hellishness." I giggle then look at Jeremy and stick out my tongue, "This is going to be fun." Jonathon(satan): I wake up and see mabelle and Jeremy standing over me. Jumping up I smile sheepishly at Jeremy. Was he here to punish me in some unknown way? He didn't seem like the type to do that but when it came to Mabelle who knows what could happen.

Jeremy: I smile at Satan "Hey don't worry, we're going to get Serena back, besides I kinda miss her too, the Prison hasnt been the same without her"

Jonathon(Satan): I smile then sigh, "To bad there's been no progress at all," I say, "Other then me ripping myself apart she's just as clueless as ever."

Jeremy: "so you think, we dont know whats going on inside her head" I point out "She could have already started to remember and we wouldnt know it, we wont know it until she has all of her memories back and until she reckognizes us for who we really are"

Jonathon: "yeah, your right," I say going inside and flop down on the couch, "I hope she remembers soon is all."

Jeremy: "but we also have to remember that once wer get her back her soul is going to go straight from being tortured by all of the sudden return of her memories to being tortured by the curse" I point out "do we really want to put her through all that?"

Jonathon: "I... I just want her back," I whisper then roll onto my side and glare at the back of the couch, "But if it causes her pain then... I guess it would be better to leave her be... huh? let her start a life with a normal guy and be human."

Jeremy: "But what would she want you to do?" I ask "you have to ask yourself that question as well, because once she dies again all of those memories come back once again and then how will she feel, once she realizes that you left her there on earth, that you were right there and then you just gave up. I personally believe that if the roles were reversed she would stop at nothing to get you back" Serena: I grabbed my back and stumbled out of the house. I was still weak from last night and I didn't know if I was going to make it through the day.

Jonathon: I didn't answer. I felt uneasy and unhappy. Mabelle: I smile gentle and take Jeremy's hand, "We need to get her back," I say, "I miss my best friend."

Jeremy: "Well then I guess it's time that we set to work" I smiled

Mabelle: "mmhmm" I smile and then go and help Satan up, "I'll go get him cleared up. He's going to need to look like himself if we are going to pull this off."

Jeremy: "Wait, Satan when did you and Serena bond the most?" I asked "If we can make her remember exactly when she fell in love with you maybe we can get all of her memories back"

Jonathon(satan): I shake my head, "I can't remember," I say, "Everythings been foggy since last night."

Jeremy: "What memory do you remember the most often?" I ask "When you think of Srena what pops into your head?" I asked

Jonathon: "The night we dance," I say seriously, "but I've already danced with her and nothing happened."