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The Prince of Light stood before the seven angels before him, his lips pulled into a thin line. In his hands was a large scroll, rolled up that and lined with gold. Standing tall in his pure white robes, a red sash draped across his shoulders, tied by a golden chord, he surveyed the young angels grouped together several steps below. On either side of them were a set of Thrones, each holding a weapon in their hands to prevent the seven angels from escaping or fleeing. Even above there were several more who were present to dissuade them from taking flight.

Glancing down at the scroll in his hands, Archangel Michael looked very displeased as if his politeness was strained and he wished to act in a completely different manner from how he was now. Would he lash out? No, but he probably wanted to -- at least verbally.

A hand reached out and touched his shoulder, drawing his gaze up behind him where a figured, cloaked in a robe the color of coral, with a cowl large enough to hide his/her face. It was Metatron, the androgynous incarnation of the Tree of Life. "He" stood tall, just the same as Michael, though there was something about "him" that was very warm and welcoming. It was hard to believe the harsh truth of this situation with him present, though Michael's frowning face was a reminder that indeed, something troubling was underway in this normally peaceful and harmonious place.

"Calm, my friend," came Metatron's voice, the sound neither distinctly female or male. It was a wonder, without being to see Metatron's face, if he moved his mouth or not.

Michael inhaled slowly, held his breath, and slowly let it out. He nodded at the older being, respecting his advice. When he turned his attention back to the group before him, he was still terribly and obviously displeased, but held his temper as he looked down at the scroll in his hands and unrolled it. "Hear this, Servants of Our Lord: in my hands now is a list of crimes you are accused of against Our Lord. You are being accused of defiling Paradise with your presence, and it has been decided by the Seraphim that Divine Punishment is in order."

He looked up from the scroll to glance at the angels, a frown creasing his brow. "However, the Archangels believe you may be innocent of your supposed crimes. There is doubt that any of you are capable of committing such an atrocity. So it has been discussed by both Seraphim and Archangels that instead of Banishing you to Hell, a period of trial will be put into place. We will send you to the Mortal world to Repent. Use this time to cleanse yourselves and beg for the Forgiveness of Our Lord."

Michael rolled up the scroll, gripping it tightly in his hands. He looked at each angel individually. After a short pause, he stepped down toward them and came to one of the angels. He reached his hand out and touched the girl's forehead. "Each of you has been convicted. Though some may beg to differ, the decision has been made. You will be Marked. This mark will tie you to the Mortal world and seal your angelic powers. You will not be able to use them. You will not be able to influence the mortals with them at all."

He covered the girl's eyes with his hand, his fingers wrapping around her face to block her vision. "I wish I could do something to relieve you of your sentence, young ones, but what's done is done. His Will is Law. And if you are in any way a Taint in the Lord's Garden of Eden, like the Snake that tempted man with the Fruit of Evil, we will cast you out so that your poison -- harmless or not -- will not dare spread and damage the rest of the Lord's creatures."

With a flicker of his power, he forcefully drew the girl into sleep, marking somewhere on her body the sign of a Sinner, a Fallen cast from Heaven. One by one he did this to the other angels, forcing them to fall asleep. When they now lay upon the floor, he stood back and looked down at them with a look of pity.

"What must be done, must be done."

Michael glanced over his shoulder at Metatron, that frown present on his face again. "They could be innocent," he argued quietly.

The hood swayed from side to side as Metatron shook his head. "It has been Written, Archangel. You said it yourself-- His Will is Law. We cannot disobey or question." There was a pause as Metatron glided down the steps to stand next to him. "However... if they happen to overcome the difficulties that will certainly arise during this period of trial, then... when they return, a most sincere apology is in order."

Michael looked into that obscure hood of Metatron as if looking for a more definitive answer, as if seeking more from the wise Tree, but the incarnate said nothing more. So the Archangel turned his attention back to the angels before him and looked at the Thrones standing guard nearby. "Take them to the Mortal world," he ordered.

The Thrones nodded and came forward without question or peep, each one taking one angel into their arms. They extended their wings as one and in a flourish of feathers, they suddenly vanished, the sound of bells ringing after them.



In the deepest reaches of Hell lay the throne of the Devil -- Satan -- Lucifer -- the ex-Seraphim who was first cast out of Heaven thousands of years ago when he waged war against God and his angels. It was here the Prince of Hell took up residence, the only place where Hell's hottest flames were extinguished and replaced with the freezing tundra that was crafted by his magnificent six wings. Abdiel, a servant of Lucifer, stood before the the Devil's throne facing four demons who were most loyal to the Prince.

Black hair swept back into long, razor thin spikes high above his head, and dressed in leathers, he addressed the three demons with a smirk. "Well, well, news certainly does fly fast between the Realms, doesn't it? Guess what 'His Lordship' has done to his beloved little children? Apparently Paradise isn't quite so perfect after all." He snorted and shook his head slowly. "Luckily for you four, our Prince has a task in mind to help these unfortunate souls who have been abandoned by their Almighty Father."

Abdiel looked at the demons with a grin. He brought his hand to his heart. "He would like for you to meet with those poor Fallen and do exactly what you do best. Truly, they do not know what they're missing. Teach them the love of Sin, my fellow demons. Show them that they're better off without Heaven."

The elder demon turned partially to the side to gesture for someone to come forth. "Phoenix will be joining you."

The redheaded demon stepped up to present himself, smiling at the three demons before him. It had been a while since he'd been in the limelight of action, his primary duty being to stay close to Lucifer and do his personal bidding. Chasing after little pitiful angels wasn't exactly the initial part of his resume. But if Lucifer had asked for it, he would comply.

"Hello my fellow advocates of evil," he greeted. "It will be a pleasure working along side of you." He glanced at Abdiel and after receiving a nod from the older demon, Nix took a step forward toward the other demons. He joined them to look at the Abdiel for further instructions.

The dark-haired demon smirked. "Go to the Mortal world where you will pose as humans and associate with the angels. Do what you must to gain their favor and persuade them to fall deeper into Sin. However! Do not use your powers. Avoid detection or suspicion so that if or when these fools realize what's happening to them, it will be too late for them to be saved. Heaven will regret ever letting go of such valuable individuals."

With a nod toward Nix, the male demon turned to the three, bidding their attention and obedience. "Let's go. Time to get this party started." With a smirk, he disappeared in a shroud of darkness.



Noise. Smells. Lights. The evidence of humans and their filth. Nix resisted the urge to make a disgusted noise as he ran a hand through his hair and pushed a few strands from his face. Nearby he saw a couple young women passing by and give a long, furtive glance in his direction. He pretended not to notice at first, his gaze slowly wandering around him until at last he caught their gaze and gave a surprised but warm, open smile.

They giggled and whispered to each other secretively -- or at least what they thought was secretly. Nix gave them a friendly wave, exuding charm and an open attitude toward them. One of them blushed, while the other was daring enough to give a shy little wave in return. How cute. Nix didn't linger on them for too long, though, his mind was elsewhere as he waited for the arrival of his fellow demons (and demoness).

Crossing his legs under the table, he brought his cup to his lips and gave a sip, enjoying the taste of his drink as he sat back in his chair and basked in the warm, afternoon sun at the outside picnic area of a well known cafe. Dressed in a light colored button-up with the first two buttons undone as well as the last bottom button, and contrasting dark jeans, Nix did nothing to turn wandering eyes away from him, his casual attitude speaking as if he were naturally charming and just simply couldn't help being attractive. Well, it was true. Being a demon had its perks.

He almost smirked to himself as he thought of how this was simply the beginning of what was to be a long but surely eventful mission. Though he hated humans and their filth and naivety -- almost as much as he hated angels themselves -- he would perform this job appropriately and with a little bit of fun in mind. Servant though he was, Nix was after some personal entertainment along the way.

Smiling kindly at a a couple that wandered by, he inwardly laughed to himself when the male of the two reacted even more vibrantly than the female. How hilarious-- humans were so two-dimensional it was beyond sad. No doubt the angels would be just as pathetic. Ruining them was bound to be such great fun. He was glad Lucifer had let him take part in this job.

Sid looked nothing but bored as Abdiel spoke to them, he was itching to just get away into the human world where he didnt have to listen to this mindless jabber. Turn a few angels bad, he got it he didn't need the blah blah blah that came with it. Ooo goody Lucifer was sending the prissy red head with them, surely the three of them were good enough? No? Fine. Sid groaned inwardly, watched as Nix disappeared and then followed his lead.

Follow? No. Simply go along with until something better came up. Sid smiled to himself, appearing in the seat across the table from Nix. SItting cross legged. Sid was wearing a pair of tight black jeans with pointed toed boots. A silver chain hung from one hip. Over his thin torso he wore a loose fitting long sleeved grey and black striped jumper that fell off one shoulder. His eyes were neatly outlined in eyeliner and yes, he was wearing lipgloss. He pushed his hair from his eyes with a manicured hand and flashed a perfect smile at Nix priss.

Sid yawned. "Ever the flirtacious one." he commented dryly.

April looked at Micheal, eyes widened in horrer. What had she done? What could she do to make it better? As soon as Micheal stepped towards her she stepped back, scared. Micheal looked slightly annoyed and took another step. She stepped back more panicked. "I-I'm sorry! I d-didn't mean it! Please don't - Please! I REPENT!" She screamed when Micheal pressed his hand onto her faxe, his warm... welcoming hand that sent her into a deep sleep, overpowering her mind.

As April woke up her eyes burned when she opened them to the bright sunlight. She shot up and knocked her head, falling back down. She looked around in pain then looked up where she was under a park bench. She rolled to her side and sat up, then looked around where she many human's. She started to convulse and her hand flew to her mouth when she realised she was on earth. She bent over when she couldn't take the acidic taste. She threw up over the floor, when a posh couple walked past her. As she saw the beautiful dress the woman was wearing and how good it looked on her she burned with fury.

Wait, What? April was enveous? Her eyes widened in horrer as she convulsed again. She threw up straight away. She was a sinner? "NO!" She screamed and started to cry. She didn't sin! she was good, she never done anything wrong! She was good, pure. She pushed herself up and wiped her eyes with the back of her palm. She looked down at what she was wearing. A silk green top with a bow on the bottem back, some tight jeansand a pair of black converse. She pushed her hair back away from her face as she looked around, dis-believing.

Rihatsu walked down the street incognito. He'd finally been given a chance to wreak some havoc, and lo and behold, he wasn't allowed to use his powers. However, he was masquerading as a human, so he could still sin. This to him, meant three sings, booze, sex, and drugs.
He figured it wouldn't be to difficult to spread some corruption to humans, hell they do it themselves, and probably better than he could. They were so naive and selfish he wondered what god saw in them? They really weren't worth saving, and considering how much they bred, they were quite expendable.
He'd managed to get away from Nix, he was annoyed by the demon and didn't much care for his presence. He was never one for doing things in a group, unless it was sex. That however was another matter he intended to take care of soon. He figured he would be able to handle the task given without the guidance of the older demon.
He lit a cigarette took a drag and kept walking. This was earth after all, there was a nightclub on every corner, and what better place to spread evil, but a place filled with people who didn't much care for good?
Looking around, he spotted a nightclub that looked interesting. "Enciphered" was the name, and it sounded rave like, which meant ecstasy, the magic pill...other than Viagra.
Speeding up his pace and dropping his cigarette in a trash can he headed for the club with 100% malicious intent.

It was hard to not recognize Sid's gait and speech. Just standing gave him away, at least in Nix's eyes. Simply because they were allies and acquaintances did not necessarily mean that they were friends. And it was apparent that Sid was not making any effort to be extra nice to him simply because Lucifer had allowed him to join them on their little mission.

Well! Excuse him for being bored. Being at Lucifer's every beck and call did not necessarily mean he had a very exciting life. He may have been the Devil's dog, but every dog needed his leash loosened once in a while. If Sid didn't understand that, then perhaps he too should be leashed and get a taste of that sort of solitude and boredom.

Oh! And don't even get him started on Abdiel and his habits.

Nix glanced over at the other demon and lifted a brow, giving him (ironically) a bored look. "Mm, and aren't you ever the flamboyant one?" he returned, his gaze flickering over Sid's self appointed attire and appearance. Like Nix, he wasn't shy at all. But he certainly didn't dress like him.

The redhead's eyes wandered to the other side of the street where he saw a familiar tuft of hair walk by. He didn't say anything about it -- not like he was expecting everyone to get along with him or even approach him. They weren't exactly The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants or anything cheezy like that.

Turning his attention to his cup, he gave another sip before he suddenly realize there was someone approaching him. For a moment he thought it to be Zoe -- or whatever she called herself now to blend in with these humans -- but when he looked up, he saw not the demoness, but a young woman with light blonde hair.

It was surprising he had missed her there. He must've been too distracted by Sid to even notice her approach. Looking at her, he blinked before realizing she'd asked something of him. At this he gave her a kind smile and nodded. "Certainly. You're not too far, actually. Just a couple streets down that way," he pointed to her left. "Turn right and keep on walking. You should find it."

She was so small she probably looked like a child from behind. Nix subtly took in her whole appearance, still smiling warming at her.

Rihatsu was anticipating entering this club, his first night here and he was already about to raise hell, how cliche. He decided he might want to contact the others, he didn't get along with Nix, but he was interested in a few others. Looking around he noticed a familiar set of faces and a woman.
It was Nix. He really didn't care much for him, but he was resourceful and he respected that and he'd work with him if it was what the devil wanted. He did however, take a interest in Sid. He could tell he had a plan of his own in this whole thing. He was to damned smart and sure of himself to be following a lead. No, this mission was a means to a ends and Rihatsu fully intended on finding out what that ends was. Aside from that his looks interested him. Rihatsu had never been one to swing on that side, but occasionally he thought about it, and being a demon and servant of the ultimate evil, why not defile gods intended use of reproductive organs? He decided that he could get closer to him, find out his agenda, and wreak havoc in this club in one fell swoop. He walked across the street toward them and acknowledged Nix, and then turned to Sid.
"I'm about to go into that club over there and raise some hell, get into something interesting and turn a few people out, get drunk and probably do a line or two, either of you two interested in joining me?"

Nix's brows went up when he heard her muttering under her breath. He hadn't expected to meet one so soon. An angel, that is. He expected the hunt for the Fallen would be much more difficult and would possibly take forever. But on the contrary, here one just practically landed in his lap. Imagine that. And to make matters even more humorous, she was cursing her own Lord for what happened to her.

Nix wanted to laugh but he bit his tongue and merely watched her leave, his eyes following her as she walked down the street, looking for the library. What reason she wanted to go to the library was beyond him, but he'd keep it in mind if every he met up with her again. Perhaps he could show her to other places aside from the library.

...And speaking of places. Nix glanced at Rihatsu, yet another ally but not friend. Whoever said people who worked together had to get along was dumb and naive. Efficiency was all that was necessary. That, and fun along the way, even if it did come in the form of pissing the other person off. Leaning against the table, he propped his elbow and rested his chin in his palm. He doubted the offer was directed at him -- the guy wasn't even looking at him for crying out loud -- but Nix wanted to be facetious anyway and replied.

"Sure, if it holds my interest long enough, I don't care what I do."

Angelica or Angel as she used to be called in heaven slowly opened her eyes to find herself in betwwen some bushes in a park. People couldnt see her as this was a good place to hide. She got up and dusted herself off of any dirt that she had on her. She had regular white shorts that were knee length and a white shirt and white vans, but for some reason she didnt look dirty at all but she doubted it would last. As she got out of the bushed she seemed to recognize one girl standing still . It was one of her sisters her sister April. She waslked up to her " April is that you " she asked with a confused face. as she walked over to her she saw some boys eating hot dogs and then she imagined herself stuffing her dace with an endless supply of them. " ohhh no, why me why is this happening" she whispered to herself

Was this the reason that she was banished from heaven, why she had to prove herself to God....AGAIN.

Sid looked up at the demon, thoughtfully considering the offer, let's see go after the angel that had just so stupidly revealed itself to himself and Nix or go to a night club and get some pleasure out of the humans... in more than one way. He got to his feet slowly and walked around the bench. "We could, but i'd need to change." he gave an easy smile "I've broken every commandment but i cant go into there" he nodded in the direction of the club, "Looking like this." he pointed to himself, then gave a small wink, then glanced over his shoulder at Nix. "If it holds your interest?" he laughed a little, "You're with me, if they don't, I will." he promised.

Landon struggles to his feet, feeling the pull of gravity strongly for the first time in as long as he could recall. Looking around he is chilled to the bone, the surrounding area was some sort of back street alley way, with rubbish littering the whole area and large bins pressed against all the dirty looking walls. He closes his eye tightly and opens them again, feeling betrayed and hurt that this could happen to him.
Loneliness creeps up on him and he longs for his colleagues - his friends.
Brushing his hands together to brush of the dirt he walks to the end of the alley into a busy main street, just as he emerges someone bashes straight into his shoulder as the walk by
“forgive me…” Landon apologises, head down, trying to move out of the way., after getting bashed about a bit - to his frequent apologies, he tries not to feel anger towards these people - these creations of the lord. He leans against the wall and waits for a gap in the human traffic. Taking his chance he walks along with them, not knowing the direction they were all headed in - or were his friends were, or whether he was moving closer or further away from the company he craved. When the crowd of walkers thinned out he asked someone to point him in the direction of a church. All the emotions running through him made him long for the comforting familiarity of somewhere holy and safe from anything evil. The woman kindly gives him directions and he thanks her warmly, taking up in the direction she had pointed with more speed - with a will that he knew he was near some place kind.
“left…second right…” he mumbles as he walks. Sighing in relief as he sees the beautiful spires ahead of him, once in the church gardens he sees a statue of Christ on the crucifix, the sight hits him deeply, and instead of heading into the church he sinks to his knees at the foot of the statue.

he prays in a hushed voice, touching his chest, forehead and left and right shoulders to form a cross once he had done, he pulls himself to his feet again, looking up at the cross. Now where was he to go?

Searching quickly and silently around the area they were believed to have ‘fallen’ Zoe looks for one, pleased her master had chosen her for this task, hoping that she’d do him proud, proud enough to grant the one thing she lacked in serving him. She walks through a park and it smells so pure is hurts her head, and she holds her breath trying to stop the swarming dizziness it brought to her head but she cannot see an Angel, perhaps one had fallen here and moved off, she was about to take another breath so she could peruse the scent - she’d have to get used to it anyway, it would strengthen her to get used to such a smell… she tenses about to inhale when - instead she sees one. Walking in a large crowd, following their direction aimlessly, is an Angel so obviously an Angel to her she thought she was hallucinating . she beams, pleased that a task that seemed impossible had started ticking away so easily. she quietly followed the Angel boy, he was easy to follow until he asked directions to a church, Zoe hisses under her breath, but follows still stopping outside the church fence she sees him on his knees besides a statue.
She sniggers. He was praying.
an idea strikes her as he rises to his feet. She throws herself to the floor, and gasps loudly as if in pain.
“.. My ankle…” she whines half-shouting. Clutching the perfectly fine joint as if in agony. This trick had worked with a=the odd kind hearted human, and she was sure it would work on an Angel.

Rihatsu didn't much pay attention to Nix, he was trying to get Sid's attention.
"Well it's right over there" he said pointing. He watched him walk and heard his comment about his attire "Trust me" he said slyly, letting his intentions just barely creep into his voice "You don't need to change at all" He saw his wink and turned to Nix then back to him. "I agree, something tells me you can hold someones interest verrry well" he said lasciviously

Nix gave a soft chuckle at Sid's words. Ever so confident of himself, that one. The very epitome of a walking piece of meat, flinging himself any whomever he pleased. He was so sure he could satisfy Nix. "We'll see about that," he replied to the younger man's little comment. "That is..." He paused to glance over at Rihatsu.

As if it wasn't obvious the man didn't like him. He wasn't even making an effort to hide how he didn't want Nix there. Now, what Nix did to deserve such hate was beyond him, but he wasn't really interested in the details. Nix didn't breathe for the man's attention. He didn't wilt at not knowing he wasn't appreciated or welcomed.

"...That is," he continued, "if Romeo here doesn't get his panties in a bunch about me tagging along." Nix brought his cup to his lips and gave another sip. Ah, he had neglected it for too long already, it was getting a bit cold.

Rihatsu had his own intentions with Sid, and the nightclub was a three way means to a ends, possibly a four way.He noticed Nix looking at him and figured he'd find some way to crimp his plans. He didn't particularly like him before, he thought of him as the kid who didn't mess with you, but still pissed you off because he held a air of superiority that you thought undeserved. Now however he was starting to really dislike him, and he knew what was coming. Sure enough, Nix wanted to go to, and didn't mind putting him out there with the romeo and panties comment.
He turned to him angrily, ready to knock the cup out of his hand. "What are you talking about Montague?" "I don't reckon I wear female undergarments, and I'm far from Romeo, I don't know what made you think I was" he said with a tinge of annoyance creeping into his voice.
He knew he had ulterior motives, as did Sid, and he was wondering if Nix did too.

“oh gosh!” he cries, running outside of the sage confines of the church. “miss? Miss are you alright? Blimey! Are you hurt?!” he rambles getting on his knees before the poor fallen woman. He notes her clutching her ankle and hopes it wasn’t badly hurt. Crikey! He had been on earth for only a short time and already he had seen enough ignorance and pain in it to be longing with every bit of him for home.
“miss?” he says again, looking away from her obviously injured ankle for the first time and to her face, unable to help himself his eyes wander her body. She was very beautiful, too beautiful - he felt - to be human, but she had not been one of the seven cast down to earth. He blinks, and faces her ankle again.

Sid smiled a little and held up his hands "Romeo Romeo where for art my Romeo?" his eyes flicked between Nix and Rihatsu, his lips forming into a small 'o' "Why is everyone so touchy today?" he asked, seeing Rihatsu's rather stressed expression. "You." he pointed to Nix "Should be happy, your out of hell." he flicked a smile "and you, twisted pants should be even happier, you're out with me." he smiled a little "Not to sound too big headed of course,"

For he wasn't. Sid knew he was desirable but it didn't make him big headed, just confident, he could tell that none of the the other two really wanted to be where they were, all three of them had their own individual plans and wanted outcomes. It was just out of duty that they were sticking together.

He looked down at his clothes and tugged at the loose collar of his jumper, it fell off of both of his shoulders and hung there, he frowned "I was thinking of wearing a shirt." he said, "Maybe some tighter jeans...re paint my nails..." he trailed off, musing to himself and turning away from the others as he used the cafe window as a mirror. He fluffed his hair and frowned a little, taking an eye pencil from his pocket he re applied his eye liner and then pouted. "Meh, as good as i'm going to get." he sighed and fluffed his hair again.