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  <title>Mirror, mirror on the wall...</title>
  <subtitle>... whose the fairest of them all?</subtitle>
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    <name>Mirror [Caliban "Cal" Leandros]</name>
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  <updated>2008-08-08T17:30:20Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:child_of_auphe:2818</id>
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    <title>.007.</title>
    <published>2008-08-08T17:14:18Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-08T17:14:18Z</updated>
    <category term="be afraid of the dark"/>
    <category term="grendels/auphe"/>
    <category term="guns are good"/>
    <content type="html">Monsters &lt;i&gt;do&lt;/i&gt; exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't go anywhere without a gun.  &lt;i&gt;Ever&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;Its not safe&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;[ooc| he's freaked out about the memory he uncovered from a crystal, in case you were wondering xD]&lt;/small&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:child_of_auphe:2688</id>
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    <title>[Memory :: Sight Crystal]</title>
    <published>2008-08-08T17:12:15Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-08T17:30:20Z</updated>
    <category term="grendels/auphe"/>
    <category term="memory crystal"/>
    <content type="html">It was dark now, and he was still waiting, sitting in that stupid seat in that stupid, rundown car.  Tapping his fingers against the side of the car, he turned his head towards the house, reacting to an unknown sound.  Frowning, he opened the door and stepped out into a nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The door of the trailer flew open, and a woman ran out, screaming a silent scream as flamed enveloped her, searing flesh from her bones.  He watched, mortified, as she crumpled into a heap, and suddenly he felt numb.  The rest of the events unfolded before him like an old, silent movie, and he couldn't do anything to stop them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end of the trailer exploded, and four small, white, balding creatures emerged from it, crawling on all fours, eyes a beady red and small, pointed teeth exposed in an unnaturally wide grin.  Their pointed ears twitched as they turned towards him, and their mouths opened and closed in what he supposed was a language... just one that he couldn't understand.  They advanced on him, cackling and moving at unnatural speeds.  One of them even seemed to tear a hole in the air and emerge right in front of him, clawed fingers digging into his shoulders as it leaned in, putrid breath washing over his face.  It said something, a word that he couldn't hear, but one that his mind could place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Mine."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other three launched themselves at him, tearing through his clothes like a knife through butter, claws digging into his skin and staying there, keeping an anchor on him.  He knew he was screaming... he just couldn't hear it.  Behind him there was a shudder, he turned to see the rest of the trailer go up in flames.  One of the creatures ripped another hole, and as they picked him up he started to scramble, clawing at the ground, knowing deep down that he didn't want to go in there, that if he did... horrible things would happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the creatures were too strong, and as he sailed into the void, he looked back at the trailer, his &lt;i&gt;home&lt;/i&gt; and saw a pale, terrified face, screaming something at him, a word he couldn't hear and couldn't place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it didn't matter, all that mattered now was that he was caught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Grendels had finally gotten him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;[ooc| this is the memory crystal that Cal found, its the "sight" one xD I just thought I'd post this here and then get an entry up in his journal in response to it~  Eve-mun, I'll get a response up for you in a bit, kind of busy on this end &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;]&lt;/small&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:child_of_auphe:2543</id>
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    <title>.006.</title>
    <published>2008-07-31T03:19:38Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-31T03:19:38Z</updated>
    <category term="vanilla i swear to god..."/>
    <category term="hate hate hate!!!!!"/>
    <category term="holes holes and more holes"/>
    <content type="html">I swear to GOD this place is driving me &lt;i&gt;nuts&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, yeah, and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;VANILLA!&lt;/big&gt;  You.  Me.  Talk.  &lt;s&gt;Now.&lt;/s&gt;SOON.  No flipping out on the half-man, kay Alice?  Flipping out is &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; an option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHIT another hole.  Ah crap.  Towels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;i&gt;need&lt;/i&gt; to get my hands on some more money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;[ooc| In case you couldn't tell, Mirror's a bit flustered xD  Thus, he's not making a lick of sense at the moment.]&lt;/small&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:child_of_auphe:2051</id>
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    <title>.005.</title>
    <published>2008-06-11T05:10:42Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-11T05:10:42Z</updated>
    <category term="guuuuuns..."/>
    <category term="hmm have i been here before?"/>
    <category term="clowns are the devil"/>
    <content type="html">Holy shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found &lt;a href="http://i3.tinypic.com/wk2p6p.jpg"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; thing &lt;small&gt;Its called a DVD?&lt;/small&gt; in a store today, and for some reason it scares the living hell out of me.  All of a sudden, I found out that I have a very &lt;i&gt;strong&lt;/i&gt; dislike of clowns.  And honestly, what self-respecting person doesn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean... Name one, just one person whose flesh doesn't crawl at the sight of them.  Those puffy, bloated hands.  The tiny gleaming eyes buried in pits of black paint.  That maniacal grin awash in lurid scarlet, red as blood.  Whose blood? Could be yours if you didn't waddle away fast enough on chunky toddler legs.  I mean, shit...  Don't kids have enough to warp them in this world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;Oh wow, sorry, weird sense of deja vous, I think I've said that before...&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, besides the utter horror of the clowns, this place is... well... eerily familiar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found myself kind of wandering around the city, walking off my ant bite, and I found that I &lt;i&gt;knew&lt;/i&gt; what was around the corner.  Like, I couldn't &lt;i&gt;name&lt;/i&gt; the place, but I wasn't at all surprised about what was around each bend.  Example: You know those yellow cars with the black checkered pattern on the side and the light up thing on top?  Stay away from them.  Seeing as the cars in this place actually move, just... stay away from them.  Can't tell you how I know this stuff, but I do know that they're scary dangerous, and even if you're crossing the street at a perfectly legal time, they &lt;i&gt;will&lt;/i&gt; run you over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I found myself in a pawn shop earlier.  Looted the safe in the back (&lt;small&gt;its not that hard if you have a gun&lt;/small&gt;).  Then I managed to wander into an ammo shop.  Heh.  Got myself some bullets and a replaced my crappy gun with some better ones.  Like these ones, a &lt;a href="http://www.great-lakes.org/graphics-2/Smith&amp;amp;Wesson/108295.jpg"&gt;Smight and Wesson .45 ACP&lt;/a&gt; and a &lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/9/9f/SiG_P226_Navy.jpg"&gt;Sig Sauer P226&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eve, sorry for freaking you out earlier.  I &lt;i&gt;swear&lt;/i&gt; I'd never shoot anyone who doesn't honestly mean me bodily harm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;[ooc: zomg xDD his clown thing (and thusly the third paragraph) are all from the latest Nightlife book I god xD I read that, and I was all OMG I have to post this]&lt;/small&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:child_of_auphe:1817</id>
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    <title>.004.</title>
    <published>2008-06-06T22:35:41Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-06T22:35:41Z</updated>
    <category term="anyone out there?"/>
    <category term="crap i need my stuff"/>
    <category term="ants?"/>
    <category term="wtfs going on?"/>
    <content type="html">I managed to climb a tree and get away from the damn ants.  They really are scouts right now, they just felt the tree with their feeler things, and then left.  I can't smell any right now, which is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is anyone still out here that needs help?  I keep getting the whif of other non-ants, but I can't tell if its old or new scents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;Its weird, I can't exactly &lt;i&gt;smell&lt;/i&gt; the ants, but I can smell the earth they came out of... and something almost bitter.  It reminds me of hatred for some reason.  Kinda gives me chills&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the record, I'm not staying to &lt;i&gt;fight&lt;/i&gt; them.  I'm not &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; much of an idiot.  As long as I can avoid them, I'm not running away.  For some reason the very idea of running away makes me tired.  Don't really know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;Besides, my books are in my room.  The elf one can be torn apart for all I care, but I haven't finished the cracktastic Alice in Wonderland one yet&lt;/small&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:child_of_auphe:1719</id>
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    <title>.003.</title>
    <published>2008-06-06T03:44:16Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-06T03:44:16Z</updated>
    <category term="ants?"/>
    <category term="evacutation"/>
    <category term="wtfs going on?"/>
    <category term="i gots myself a gun~"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;small&gt;[ooc: handwriting is messy and rushed]&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found a gun in the scrapyard.  Dunno why, it feels... right somehow.  Like it was made for my hand.  It wasn't working right, but I hit it against the side of the elevator a couple of times, and kinda sorta shot a hole in it... heh... it still works, I &lt;i&gt;swear&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard there were ants.  Can smell them too, they... huh... its weird, they smell like earth and... something else.  Almost bitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can smell the fear too, doesn't help that the pages are constantly filling up with random shit about people being caught by these things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;Is it a bad thing that I kinda want to find an ant and ride it?  I mean, what &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; happens when we die here?&lt;/small&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:child_of_auphe:1445</id>
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    <title>.002.</title>
    <published>2008-06-03T04:28:34Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-03T04:28:34Z</updated>
    <category term="wtfs going on?"/>
    <content type="html">These sounds are kinda weird, huh?  Its almost like something's trying to get in... but in where?  And what is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Crap, those comments from that one colorful dude are really starting to creep me out.  Is this place dangerous after all?&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard that the wilderness turned into some sort of... city?  Anyone want to go and check it out with me?  I'm feeling irresistibly drawn to the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;[ooc/strike is heavily crossed out, but if you stare at it and reeeeeeaaaaally try you could probably read some of it.  Also, Cal's from Manhattan ^^ its where he was living when I pulled him out of his 'verse, so he's gonna find everything eerily similar]&lt;/small&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:child_of_auphe:1187</id>
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    <title>.001.</title>
    <published>2008-05-26T22:43:49Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-26T22:43:49Z</updated>
    <category term="elves"/>
    <category term="ic||entry"/>
    <category term="alice"/>
    <category term="holy shit yeah"/>
    <content type="html">Holy crap I love this place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I, unfortunately, don't have one of these amazing laser things attached to me, some old lady who's in charge of cleaning up the newborns' rooms &lt;small&gt;she's amazing by the way, and has a really good left hook&lt;/small&gt; has one that I manage to commandeer whenever she happens to pass by my door, and its freakin' &lt;i&gt;amazing&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I "borrowed" another guy's laser in town today to shoot down one of those amazingly annoying bottle things and got a book.  A goddamned &lt;i&gt;book&lt;/i&gt;.  Oh, scratch that, &lt;i&gt;two&lt;/i&gt; goddamn books.  One's a little fairy tale collection about elves, and the other's called... Alice's Adventures in Wonderland?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its weird, I apparently called that creepy prune dude in my dream Alice... maybe I should read the magical book from the sky?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;And the book with the elves creeps me out for some reason.  Dunno why, they're just happy little dudes with pointed faces who chase the wood nymphs' skirts all the time... they really shouldn't make me break out into a cold sweat and want to burn the book.&lt;/small&gt;</content>
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    <title>.000.</title>
    <published>2008-05-24T00:17:14Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-24T00:17:14Z</updated>
    <category term="ic||dream"/>
    <content type="html">There it was behind him, a scratch, a slow cackle, the sound of raindrops hitting the windowpane.  He could hear gunshots in the distance, but he couldn’t take his eyes off that mirror in front of him.  It was large, long, and utterly captivating.  No matter what happened behind him, no matter who called his name, no matter what was scratching at his window, all that mattered was the mirror in front of him and the silver-eyed reflection staring at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, he heard something splinter from behind him, and a strangled, wordless shout echoed through the room, yet he still couldn’t look away.  Something had changed in his reflection… something that told him it wasn’t a reflection at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had smirked at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stepped back in surprise, eyes widening slightly and his heart jumping, yet he could clearly hear a voice, &lt;i&gt;his&lt;/i&gt; voice, greeting whatever was in the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You really are a butt-ugly son of a bitch, Alice,” he said calmly, evenly, and the thing staring at him smirked and reached out his hand.  As soon as the image lifted from the planes of the mirror the flesh changed from pale peach to dark black, the skin shriveling up on a bony arm.  And as the fingers changed to claws, he shivered for one of those dark, deadly claws reached out to run almost lovingly down the side of his face, caressing his cheek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Mine,” it hissed, the voice coming from his mouth so alien to his ears.  It was a series of vowels and screeches that gave him a headache, but for some reason he could understand the strange tongue as well as his own.  “My body, mine.  We will be one again.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, the image rippled, and a small, bony, almost charred looking body leaped out of the glass and at his face.  The mirror cracked as the thing left it, and he could see his own reflection and the room beyond it.  The door suddenly exploded in the background, and he could see someone else rushing in through the reflection in the mirror, short blond hair filled with splinters of wood and blood running down the side of his face, a face that was conveniently blurred out by a crack in the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Niko,” he muttered in dim recognition, even as he felt the monster’s hand touch his skin, and then continue onward, caressing his mind and settling in as if it were a vacant apartment.   Niko’s brow contorted in fear and anguish as he reached forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he closed his eyes, he could hear Niko scream out again in his fury, even as the monster fully bonded with his mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“NO, Ca-!”</content>
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    <title>child_of_auphe @ 2008-05-23T17:14:00</title>
    <published>2008-05-24T00:15:33Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-24T00:15:33Z</updated>
    <category term="ooc||application"/>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;NAME:&lt;/b&gt; Leah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;CONTACT:&lt;/b&gt; fearthemightypen@yahoo.com; AIM- lilkitsune001&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;LJ:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_lilirum' lj:user='lilirum' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://lilirum.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://lilirum.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;lilirum&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;CHARACTER NAME:&lt;/b&gt; Caliban “Cal” Leandros&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;SERIES:&lt;/b&gt; Nightlife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;RESERVED:&lt;/b&gt; Nope~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;WISHLIST:&lt;/b&gt; Negatory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;PERSONALITY:&lt;/b&gt; Cal’s personality can be summed up in three major components, really.  One is his unrelenting sense of sarcastic humor, another is his kill or be killed frame of mind, and the third is a slight depression he’s never managed to shake.  Now, Cal’s sense of humor really is sarcastic.  No matter what situation he finds himself in, and no matter how unhelpful the comment may be at the time, Cal always has a witty, sarcastic comeback ready.  Most of the time it slips from his mouth before his mind can even register the fact that its there, which has really gotten he and Niko into a lot of tough situations over the years.  However, Cal’s sarcasm is really a way for him to handle situations.  Instead of freaking out over a troll’s appearance, or getting as stoic and bloodthirsty as his brother, he merely turns the situation into a humorous one in his mind.  Really, it makes blowing the heads off of Grendels that much more fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since he was born, Cal has been extremely aware of the presence of monsters in the world… namely due to having an incredibly ugly and freaky father stalk you to every corner of the earth his drunkard of a mom moved to in order to escape debt collectors.  While these “Grendels” were harmless enough during Cal’s younger life, when he was fourteen and about to get away from his mom with his older half-brother, Niko, Daddy dearest decided to get custody of his son back… in the most brutal way.  Killing his mom and burning down their trailer home, they literally dragged Cal kicking and screaming through a swirling vortex of doom into a hellish dimension.  Needless to say, Cal wasn’t that trusting of anyone except for his brother when he came back.  The fact that they took to the road and kept running and running didn’t help that fact.  As such, Cal’s an overly paranoid person; it’s just something that’s ingrained into his mind.  He also has a slightly violent streak, and tends to overreact to those who spark suspicion in his mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being told every day from the beginning of his life that he was an abomination, a monster that his mother should have killed when she had the chance, really did wonders for Cal’s psyche as a child.  Of course, being named “Caliban” didn’t help any either.  It just served as a constant reminder of who he was.  Or… well… of half of who he was, and no matter what Niko said, he just couldn’t shake the self-loathing that came with that state of being.  Over the years, this depression has fluctuated, but it never gets to be too much of a problem.  Really, it only makes him sleepy or jumpy at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;BACKGROUND:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cal was born as a sort of human experiment, one that had been in the works for hundreds of years.  Unfortunately for him, he was the only successful attempt.  See, a long, long time ago, the Auphe (which are actually murderous, ugly elves) had ruled the world, and were the bane of everything supernatural and non-supernatural.  However, humans suddenly sprang up, and before the Auphe knew it they were outnumbered, and their own ranks got cut drastically.  Mad, and determined to get back at the humans, the Auphe created a nice little plan to go back in time and kill all the humans, to make sure that the Auphe would remain on top.  However, a pure Auphe couldn’t handle the amount of energy needed to open a gate to the past, so they started their human-Auphe breeding program until finally, after so many tries, Caliban Leandros was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cal had his own set of problems beside his father’s creepy plans for his existence, and they revolved around his mother.  See, Cal’s mother wasn’t the nicest person around.  She had really just slept with the Auphe for riches… riches that she spent within years on booze and other niceties.  Needless to say she was a bit pissed about that, so she came to hate Cal, calling him a monster to his face every day.  The only real support that Cal had growing up was in his older human half-brother.  However, in some ways Niko was even weirder than Cal was.  After all, not many normal people had obsessions with pointy objects and martial arts to the point of being able to hide dozens upon dozens of weapons on their person and still be able to get onto a plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life was relatively normal for Cal for fourteen years.  Niko would teach him to fight, he’d be stalked around town by his father and his brood, his mother would get into debt and decide to skip town, and they’d start the whole process of picking up and moving all over again.  They rarely stayed in one place for a few months, let alone a steady year, so Cal was mainly home schooled by Niko for the first part of his life.  However, at fourteen, the Auphe decided that Caliban was ready to start learning how to open gates, and decided to come and pick up their little deposit in the human realm.  After setting fire to their trailer, killing Cal and Niko’s mom, and taking Cal into a swirling vortex of doom that led to a hellish world, nothing was ever the same again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Cal doesn’t directly remember what happened in the time he was taken away by the Auphe, he does know the basic gist of it due to recent events.  During the time that Cal was in the hell dimension, the Auphe taught him how to open gates to other places, be they in the same world or not, through the every useful means of torture.  They kept Cal there for two years until he snapped, killing his father with his bare hands, creating a rift, and tumbling out into the same spot he had disappeared to two years ago, with absolutely no memory of his time with the Auphe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, things just got even better when he realized that while he had spent two years in a hell dimension, only two days had passed in the human realm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was then that he and Niko started running.  The Auphe wanted Caliban back, and Niko was determined to never let his brother be taken away from him again.  Finally, they settled in New York, and even after they saw an Auphe in Central Park, Cal decided it was time to stop running away.  It was there that they met a perverted Puck named Robin Goodfellow that ended up becoming a valuable ally.  Determined to find out what the Auphe’s plan with Caliban was, the three went around the city, meeting a Troll under the Brooklyn Bridge, and Boggle in Central Park, and a Vampire in a penthouse in Manhattan.  It wasn’t until it was too late that they had an inkling of what was going on, however.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night, the Auphe took the offensive and attacked Niko, Robin, and Cal, and during the confusion the voice and presence that had been secretly stalking Cal through various mirrors jumped out and took over Caliban’s mind and body, running off with it to the world of the Auphe, and setting the plan in motion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next few days were a whirlwind of activity.  The Darkling controlled Cal fought with Robin and Niko a few times before ultimately ending up in an old building, tapping into a whole slew of evil spirits in order to create a rift in time.  However, just as the gate was created, Niko and Robin burst out of a speaker set a hired hand of the Auphe had set up for the Darkling and started killing the Auphe before they got through the gate.  In order to close the gate and get out of the collapsing building, Niko did the unthinkable and stabbed his younger brother in the stomach.  However, at the last moment he changed his strike, making it non-lethal, because even though he had been convinced that his brother was no longer alive inside the Darkling controlled Cal, he had managed to reach a hand out to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Niko took his dying brother to a healer they knew from the past, and after a long, long time of deliberation and healing Darkling-Cal, they decided to end it all and give Cal a nice, peaceful death instead of allowing him to live while being controlled by a monster.  The last thing Cal heard before his heart was stopped by the healer were the words “I’m sorry little brother…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the darkness came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;TIMELINE:&lt;/b&gt; Taken from right as his heart was stopped, he never woke up again in that reality, but instead woke up in Edensphere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;EDENSPHERE NAME:&lt;/b&gt; Mirror</content>
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