(see the OOC for the prologue)

Dark clouds rolled across the sky, glowering down at the flashing lights, the blurring of colors that were moving cars as they turned corners. Broken streetlights flickered over dumpsters, small dead attempts at vegetation, and people hunched deeply into the pockets of their raincoats. The wind was picking up and even the pigeons sensed the rain coming taking shelter in the eaves of parking garages and hotel awnings. There was a crack overhead--like thunder and a flash that to any human eye would have appeared to be lightning. But the crack was so loud the sound of many car alarms soon filled the murky air. The light stretched down, streaking like fingers before falling into a small alleyway between an old shuttered up apartment building, condemned to destruction and a seedy corner market. A metallic thud followed.



Smells. Gasoline, animal filth, day old curdling milk, rotted festering meat, putrid decaying vegetables, unwashed bodies, urine and stagnant water. Water. Drip. It was cold. But this water was cleaner. The other smells soon ebbed slightly, replaced by the scent of..rain. Dara did not open her eyes yet. In fact, she contemplated never opening them again. The shame of what she had done sat like a putrid wound in the pit of her stomach--painful and disgusting. Tiny pinpricks of cool rain made her all the more aware of her body. She was worried it was shattered into thousands of pieces when she hit the tar, worried she would have to lie in the ally and wait for her body to heal or someone to find her and panic. For after all-how often does one find a badly wounded one-winged angel in full armor? Tentatively, she opened her eyes. She waited for her vision to correct itself, for the shapes of a dumpster, slumped empty cardboard boxes and various trashcans to focus. I am where I belong…Dara thought miserably. With the trash. With caution she tried to ease herself into an upright position. A sharp pain shot up her spine and down to her very kneecaps. And it took all of her restraint not to cry out in agony. She was ill from the intensity of it and felt as if her own lungs would burst from her. Dara clenched her teeth--breathing until her lungs stopped burning, and her ribs didn’t ache so terribly. She knew she could not remain her as she was in this alley. Someone would find her. Sell her as a freak. Or worse.

Leaning against the brick wall to her left, she forced herself to her feet. It was troublesome with her armor so heavily dented, not to mention only having one wing. Gingerly, Dara stretched out her remaining wing. Its silver was tarnished from the ground and muck, but it seemed for the most part un damaged and stretched a good ten feet from the right side of her body without much pain. She flexed it and tucked it against her back again before she toppled over. This would not do. Limping slightly, she straightened and attempted to walk from one side of the alleyway to the other--but to no avail. She was too off balance. The clatter of her silver armor was so loud that she froze--listening for any approaching footsteps in case she had alerted someone to her presence there. But nothing came. Again she pulled herself to her feet. She knew she had to hide herself. But where? And with her body so damaged--she couldn’t even summon the strength to shift into her human disguise. Pitifully, she pressed her forehead against the rough red bricks, closing her violet eyes. Don’t cry, she commanded herself. But still felt the tears threatening. This was her own fault. And now--now all of the heavens would be after her to complete her exile. She took in a few deep breaths and straightened again. She could do this. Somehow. Carefully, and using the wall for support she forced herself to walk the length of the alley. But when she got to the mouth of it--she hadn’t a clue as to what to do. Should she risk being spotted and find someplace to rest and heal? No--she couldn’t. She couldn’t take the risk just yet. The rain grew heavier, panging off of Dara’s chest plate. Disoriented and weak she dragged herself to the back of the alley.

Hannah sighed in her bed. She couldn't get to sleep tonight. She felt like something was about to happen, and she needed to be awake to notice it. She took in a deep breath and tried falling to sleep.

She growled and threw a pillow across her small apartment. She'd been lying in bed for an hour now and couldn't get to sleep. She got up, stretching in her purple silk pajamas. She walked over to a window and opened it. She reached out and pulled some of the clothes she put on the line that day. She folded them quickly and droped them in a hamper next to the window.

Reaching up and pushing the hair out of her face she knew she was going to get to sleep till she was fall down tired. She walked over to the leather chair she had next to the small bookshelf that was stocked with a random lot of books. She picked up a book of short stories by Yasunari Kawabata. A bookmark marked a story about a woman who was cheating on her husband and thinking of taking another lover. It was a nice small stories that always took her mind off things.

As she was almost done with the story she heard a clatter out in the alley next to her apartment. She closed the book then got up walking over to the window. "Um.. You better get out of the alley. The landlord isn't very nice to the homeless and will call the cops on you." She called down to whoever was in the darkness of the alley.

"Megan Gullen eh?". Ainako looked up at her master and shook her head. "Why do I have to go...Deven hasn't went in years, give me a break here?!". She complained once again about having to leave, not that she wanted to stay where she was but having to chase down some whore that's about to overdose wasn't on her list of 'Things To Do' either.

"I said your going and that's final, unless you wanna start another fight". The smirk on his face grew wider and his eyes narrowed.

Ainako summoned her scythe and pointed it at him. "Imma kick your ass keep talking like that". She walked away and began her Journey to earth.

"Oramay!". She stepped through the portal landing in quite the dark alley way. "This city is such a dump. She pulled her black cloak around her shoulders and the hood over her face. the skin tight outfight really didn't give her much protection, especially since it cut off at the bottom so it looked like shorts. "Get her and get out". that was her plan, that was until she felt the presence of an angel. "What are they doing down here...wait". This presence was different though. She smirked and almost laughed. "So another one has fallen eh".

[hope this is enough ^^ oh and her out fight is much like ravens from Teen titans]

Dara looked up sharply at the sound of a voice calling from what seemed to be a rather decrepid old apartment building. There were boards on many of the windows of the other floors--giving the place an abandoned feel. Fear kept her from answering. But she knew it was a woman's voice. Stern but kind. A warning. Cops? Well--should they be called she would have to deal with it then. That single wing folded itself across her chest like a cloak, the rain cleaning it back to its silver hue--it glimmered slightly in the overcast lighting. But did she have the strength to shift herself? To blend into the background? Or possibly take on her human form? She shivered a bit--feeling the cold of the rain soaked into her marrow. No. No, she didn't. But where would she go? Where could she go? She felt a small miserable sob escape her throat before she could stifle it. Quietly and bitterly she wept. Her body aching; bleeding in some places. Her brow, her chin, her wrists--one hung at an awkward angle and pinched painfully when moved--her armor was covered in blood. What would she do? Her weary mind fought for an answer. But she came up with nothing. So she quieted and in a voice barely a whisper murmured,

"thank you for the warning...but i have no where else to go..."

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He had been humiliated. How? they said. How, had a Silverwing possibly escaped from a Goldenwing? How? Even Gabriel did not have an answer. He had been too gentle. Too clouded by the bond to his sister--but not again. This was his duty after all. She was his responsibility. And now--he would finish what he had started. Gabriel lit silently on the tar--not even his polished armor made a sound as he glided between trees and a hooligan harassed swing set with rather twisted ropes. He looked up into the rain, feeling its chill drip down his firm chin. Had someone seen him--surely there would be no doubt as to who had sent him. Heaven was written in every pore of him. Though--they would not remember for long they had seen him. He would have been sure of that. Slowly, Gabriel stretched out his wings. They glittered in the poor light as they stretched and once they were at their full length Gabriel shook them--sending beads of water in all directions. He tucked them against his back then and took in a deep breath. concentrating. Soon as he walked forward he grew smaller and smaller in size until he walked on four legs and not two. In his place a white german shepherd stood, tall for his breed and broad chested. There was something about those violet eyes that were unnervingly human. The animal's tall ears flickered, listening for any signs of an interruption and finding none lowered his nose to the ground. Seeking his quarry. She had not passed this way. But he would find her. And restore his honor once again. The dog silently charged forward through the rain.

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Hannah bit her lip. Her halfs fighting against eachother. She wanted to go down there and help the girl. Say she could stay in her apartment. Always she had wanted to help those in need. Stray cats and dogs. Helping baby birds that had fallen in the park. Feeding squirrels. She always carried around change so she could give to the beggers. But her black soul wanted to crush everyone, show the power it held within. Naturally the black usaully overtook the red. So she would have to quickly cover up for the little mishaps she had. Beating hookers and lighting fire to churchs. Terrorizing children and spitting in the holy water.

Truely she wasn't a person to get close to. So she closed her self off from the world. Only having animals for freinds. Yet her human emotions always were thriving for contact. She was constantly in turmoil. Never knowing whether to flirt back with the guy across the bar or bash his skull in for daring to look at her in such a way.

She took in a deep breath and decided. She would try to be nice to her. The helpless woman in the alley.

"Um.. Stay right there, I'll be right down." She called and went to the door, putting on her yellow flip-flops and grabbing her black umbrella. She ran down the two floors of stairs and opened the door to the dreey outside. She opened her umbrella and ran into the alley and smiled at the woman. She looked so sad, Hannah had to help her. "Hi, You can stay with me." She chuckled slightly. "As long as you don't care about being mushed into my small apartment."

The woman was still in the darkness. So Hannah knew nothing of her appearance.

Dara heard the woman say she was coming down and her eyes widened with fear. "No--!" she began to protest but she could hear the woman had already made for the stairs. each step she took made Dara crush herself further and further into the shadows--until it was impossible to press her back any flatter against the wall. And then--then the woman was in the alleyway--offering her a place to stay. A smile. Warmth. It was more than Dara felt she deserved. She deserved to be left here--in this way, in the trash. She had betrayed human-kind as well as God and his angels. This was her punishment. Dara was shaking all over. She hugged her knees to ger chest, keeping to the shadows. The woman must not have been able to see her well--otherwise...otherwise Dara was sure she would run. Or call someone to collect her. But what choice did she have? She could turn the woman away.

"Y-You are...so kind..but i--i'm afraid..." Dara paused looking for more. She was afraid. Terrified. But what more was there to say? She licked her cracked lips--she could feel that slowly, her healing was sealing things. more slowly than if she had both her wings--but faster than a normal mortal's. "I'm afraid that i will only cause you trouble....thank you..for your help...but you should just pretend you didn't see me out here...it is best if i--if i don't exist..."

LEGION! WHERE ARE YOU?!

A demon screeched through the agony of the heretics who were trapped in the Sixth Circle. The bright light of fire and the deep pungent scent of brimstone and ever burning flesh hung thick in the air. Legion rested her feet on a chained soul and sat on a makeshift throne of ashes and blood. Her black eyes flickering as she heard her name being called. She scoffed, obviously higher ranked than this lowlife worm that approached her. The little demon was holding his tail, swinging it around as he hoped onto the arm of her chair.

You know, Your lucky your His favorite or else I'd- The demon choked on his words when Legion suddenly grabbed him around his neck with her vile claws and shook him furiously.
Speak Worm. Dont waste our time. She strangled the little demon and threw him on the ground in front of her, moving back to her relaxed position, folding her arms behind her head. This was her natural form, A sleek woman with long curled horns and sharp teeth. Black eyes and flaming red hair. Her tail looked like that of a dragons. Her large bat like wings closed tightly to her back underneath a long black robe stained with blood. The little demon coughed and stood ragged on his feet.
He wants you. Dont waste his time.
She immediatly jumped from her throne and kicked the little demon as hard as she could. Get out of our way! Her from shifted quickly as a demonic black smoke swallowed her body. Her now black feathered wings burst from the darkness and she rose into the sky in the form of a large crow. Legions wings beat vigoursly through the dense air and within seconds she landed in the very center of Hell where a black figure stood in total darkness.
She shifted forms again, this time into her full demon form. Her skin turned a deep red and spikes covered her body, her horns twisting up and back from her head. She knelt on her clawed feet and placed her sharp hands on the darkness, her head lowered in deep respect as she spoke.
You called for us my Leige?
The dark figure spoke. His voice sounding like the screaming of an infinity of anguish, agony and pain.
Seek out the one who stole the Dom Sphere? She is in...you know...how can we -
The screams erupted again as the blackness moved away from his side, revealing a portal into a dark alley on earth. Legion saw the flicker of a silverwing...a fallen silverwing and smiled from ear to ear.
Of course, Your Evilness, We will not fail you.
She curled into herself as she darkness swirled around her, she shrank in size and leapt out of the darkness in the form of a small black kitten with glowing red eyes. She skittered around the black floor and entered the portal.

Oh, that euphoric smell of the Earth, how she loved the poison they breathed in everyday. The small black kitten walked from the darkness behind a garbage can and mewed out in calling, trying to get the silverwings attention. She limped slowly out of the black so that the silverwing could see her and she cried at her. Thinking to herself as she played the 'poor innocent hurt animal' routine. "Take the bait little one, I'm a poor helpless little kitten...

Dara tipped her head slightly, her pale bangs dripping with the movement. A kitten? Dara was so damaged all she could manage was to stare at it--violet eyes glossy with pain and fear. She had little attention span for a tiny black kitten while a human was lingering in the mouth of the allyway--awaiting what Dara was sure the woman assumed was some poor destitute girl. When in fact--a fallen angel lay literally in the gutter at the woman's feet. The woman didn't seem to be leaving either. A sharp pain shot through one of her legs--some sort of muscle spasm that made Dara shift her weight. Her armor clanked as she fought to keep back a scream. A flash of lighting lit up the sky briefly, sending up a shimmer off of her wings and armor before she vanished again into the darkness with the boom of thunder. Dara's voice came from the shadows again, soft and tired,

"You should go...you'll catch a cold in the rain like this..."

Hannah sighed. "Oh be quiet. You're the last on who will cause me trouble." She steped into the and put her hand. "Now come on, The bottom of my pajamas are getting wet." She said looking down and indeed they were. She hated when the ends of her pants legs would get wet. She fished into hr pocket, grabing her keys. She had small LED flashlight on the keychain. She bent her elbow up and pressed down on button, light came out and iluminated the woman's form.

"Oh!" She gasped out and dropped her umbrella and keys. "Y-you're an angel?" She had only met two angels. And those were fallen ones that her brother had corrupted. She scooped up the umbrella and ran over to her, keeping the rain off of both of them. "I'm sorry, I didn't know. I hate how people treat the fallen. I'm not like the others, I'm on your side." She leaned down and put her arm around her waist.

She looked as she heard a cat. It was a black kitten. Now one owned cats around her. The landlord chased away all the stray animals that came around. Still someone might have droped it off here, but this was a neighborhood. "Uh, Come on." She said tugging her toward the opening of the alley.

Dara's eyes widened when the girl brought the light to see her. The keys dropped. This was it. Dara closed her eyes and waited for the scream--but it never came. Instead--the woman seemed to know a lot about angels. Which brought to mind--what was this girl? But before Dara could resister further the woman had wrapped an arm around her waist and was helping her up.
"Y-You know what i am? And you aren't afraid? You didn't..even scream..." Dara winced. It was painful to move--and her balance was way off with only her right wing for help. But slowly, they made their way. Dara balked a little at the opening to the alleyway. She didn't deserve this kindness. And what if someone saw her? She strained her ears listening for heartbeats close by--but could only hear the woman's and the cat in the alley. Dara looked over at the girl, her violet eyes slightly glossy still. She wondered if she had some sort of a fever.
"Are you--very sure that you want to do this? I'm afraid...that my presence will put you...in danger..." she paused, tucking that wing closer to herself in an attempt at warmth. but she was soaked through. "I will not blame you if you leave me..."

"Scream? Why would I scream, I'm the scary one. You're a beautiful angel. I'm an evil scary demon." She said the last part playfully. She opened the door to the apartment and pushed the woman in. "I'll be right back, forgot my keys." She turned around and ran back, picking up her keys and looking at the kitten one last time. The same feeling she got when she was around her brother came to her. Hannah shook her head and ran back to the angel.

A smile went across her face when she saw her. "Think you can get up the stairs? Damn landlord won't call an electrition for the elevator. I can carry you if you want?"

Dara ignored the woman's comment about her being beautiful--but nearly gave herself whiplash when she spun to stare after her Demon comment. This woman was a demon? How dulled were her senses without her other wing? How injured was she really?
"Y-You are...a demon?" Dara's light brows arced upwards at her once the woman returned. Now she wasn't so sure she should have taken the woman's offer. But--she did seem genuinely surprised that she was an angel...she couldnt have been looking for her. Could she? Dara decided she would be slightly on gaurd--but for now could not refuse the help. She wasn't strong enough to return to the ally. She needed a dry place to rest. She gave a small weary smile. "I promise--i can mange the stairs--please just keep a look out for humans..i can't be seen...you understand...and...thank you....thank you so much for your help...Miss?" Dara realized with some horror she hadn't even asked the woman's name.

"Yeah... Well I'm a halfling. My Mom was a human and my dad was a devil. But I got a full blood brother..." She said angerily. She walked up the stairs ahead of her. "I don't think anyone will bother us, most of the people here are old and sleep like rocks. And snore like chains." She looked back at her and smiled. "But don't worry, You're safe with me. Unless my brother shows up. Then all you have to do then is slap em' " They reached her floor. "Here we are." She looked back at the angel. "I'm Hannah Kirol... The fecious stairs didn't take too much out of ya did they?"

Dara had not made one sound of complaint as they climbed the stairs. But once they reached the top--the strain was plain on her face. She was ghastly pale, and looked slightly ill, her brow beaded lightly with sweat. But still--Dara gave a small smile.
"No--not to bad at all, really." She refused to act weak though--dispite her legs feeling like cooked noodles, her painfully healing wounds and a now rather apparent fever she kept up her spirit. Maybe that just came with the Silverwing territory. The comment about Hannah's bother was unnerving. A full-blood huh? She couldn't handle that in this condition. ANd she hoped he wouldnt be making an appearance. ALl Dara could do was put on a tough front.

She wanted nothing more than sleep. Rest. And maybe to clean up a bit. Once she regained her strength a little she could use her human disguise and start out on her own. After all--if she was going to be here on Earth--she was going to try and put things right. The Dom Sphere. She had to find the portal that had opened on Earth and close it..return the Dom Sphere to Heaven and spare the humans the wrath of her terrible mistake. "But i won't refuse a long rest...i can't thank you enough Miss Kirol. I promise, i will repay your kindness one day." She kept that gentle smile, eyes glazed with fever.

"Well you can start by not calling me "Miss Kirol" I'm Hannah, just Hannah. What's your name?" She asked opening the door and holding it open for the Angel. "Would you like to take a bath? Are you hungry? I can look at your wounds, I'm a nurse at the hospital." Hannah had to stop and take a minute. What was she doing? Being so nice to a person she just met. An Angel no less. She reached up and scratched her nose. "Soo, Um, The couch pulls out." She said turning around to the woman.

Dara cautiously stepped through the door--looking more like a skittish wounded animal than an angel. Gingerly, she unfolded her remaining wing and stretched it a little--her tarnished feathers shimmered slightly in the light as she tested it--nearly falling over in the process. She managed to catch herself before she fell by leaning against the wall. She straightened when she realized Hannah was watching her. Her mind whirled as she tried to decide to give her real name to a demon or not--but..lying had never been her strong point.

"I'm Dara...Dara Amias..." She paused mulling over the offers the girl had listed. Food? No she couldn't stomach herself right now nevermind anything else...But a bath? That sounded like..well for lack of a better comparison..Heaven. And even the offer of a pull-out couch never sounded so good. She smiled at the girl.

"If i'm not imposing too much a good sleep and maybe a shower would be wonderful. As for the wounds...i'm healing fairly well right now. Though--" Dara held out her wrist which was clearly and rapidly healing but at the wrong angle. "If you could just--rebreak that so it'll set correctly--i would appreciate it...And anything i can do for you--please--please don't hesitate to ask. I owe you..at least a miricle or two." Dara smiled warmly and she was clearly serious. Though, part of Dara wondered if she could still perform such an act with a wing missing. Maybe in halves.

Hannah chuckled. "A miricle or two? Maybe a few billion bucks and a flater stomach?" She asked jokingly and walked over to the bathroom door. "Bathroom's in here." She walked to the couch and pulled out the bed. "You can sleep here, Or take the bed." She scratched her head still thinking about her reasons for being nice. She looked like her mind was on something else. "You can stay as long as you like... Um.. I'm going get to sleep... Make yourself at home. There's food in the fridge." She walked over to the bed and sat down, pulling off her wet pajama bottoms. She tossed some of her pillows onto the couch and one of her extra blankets. "Good night." She said and climbed into her bed, a dazed look on her face."

(sorry but I got to get off, might be back on in a few hours)

Dara smiled a little more,
"Good-night Hannah." And with that the girl vanished to sleep. Dara looked at her still badly angled wrist. She would do it herself in the bathroom. She headed for the room Hannah had indictated and quitely closed the door behind her. Dara closed her eyes and with her good hand snapped the injured wrist--Dara nearly bit off her own tongue trying not to scream. But soon the pain ebbed and the wrist began to heal correctly. Good. With that done she ran the water--glad to see there was a shower. It would be quicker and she didn't want Hannah to have to spend any extra water bill money because of her. The shower head gushed to life and the room filled with warmth. Dara sighed and with some difficulty managed to slip out of her dented armor and under the warm water. Blood and muck from her fall pooled at her feet and ran into the drain. Gingerly she went about cleaning herself, picking rubble from between her feathers and dirt from wounds. Once done she felt a bit better. She slipped from the shower and dried herself with a towel, stretching her wing out to dry. She slipped her under shirt on and was immensely glad she had worn it that morning. Other than her white long sleeved undershirt (which was still damp from the rain) and leggings, she only had her heavy armor to wear until she was well enough to disguise herself.

Silently she slipped back into the living room and too tired to pull out the couch settled on top of it, sinking into the blanket and pillow as if it were a cloud. Her mind whirled with thoughts of the day. The dom Sphere, the war, The court exiling her, the look of shame in her brother's eyes, the tearing of her left wing as it fluttered like paper to the floor and waking up in the alley. What had she done? She had doomed the people here...and for what? For the Heavens to shun her. Rightfully so. She had been too afraid to die. Too afraid to do her duty as an angel. She was a failure. She wept herself to sleep.

Hannah groaned waking up. She rolled over and scratched her head, running her finger through her hair. She looked over to the couch and smiled at Dara. "She stayed..." She got up and walked over her and cocked her head, looking at her face. She looked sad. She pulled the blacket back up over Dara's body.

"Breakfast time." She said in a sing-song voice. She skipped over to the small kitchen and opened the ktichen. She pulled out some eggs and bacon. She greased the skillet and then walked past the fridge to the radio that was one a shelf. She turned it on a local news station then turned to the fridge to check her hair and chuckled. "Gonna put on some clothes Hannah?" She asked while looking down at herself seeing that she was still in her underwear and shirt. She put in a few pieces of bacon and walked over to her closet, looking for clothes. She decided on a pair of jeans and a Pearl Jam T-shirt.

"Should I wake her?" She whispered to her self.

Legion cursed herself, shifting in the alley as she put her fist to the wall. She looked human, with pale skin and deep ebony hair. Dressed in all black from shoulders to feet she put her fist through the bricks, turning some to dust.
Damn you to hell wench! We-
She stopped, a thought suddenly clicked in her mind. The woman was a half demon...this couldn't be more perfect. Though her powers were limited on earth, she could still possess the minds of humans and lesser demons alike. All she needed to do was walk into the building and find the take the first person she saw...this landlord seems to work perfectly. She chuckled to herself as this form walked briskly down the alley and followed the path the girl had taken the Fallen. Walking up to the door of the building she looked around briefly, turned this form into a transparent shadow and walked right through the door. She was instantly greeted by a larger, older woman.
"You! Who are you! How'd you get in here without a-"
This womans mind was just a plaything, so easy to manipulate. Legion simply held up her hand and the woman stopped speaking, her face blank with expression. Legion smiled devilishly as she turned to shadow again and walked into the woman, taking control of her body. It took a bit to get used to, it had been awhile since she had possessed a human of this size and age. She shook her head and stood up, walking back into her office. "What was that name again? Ah..."Hannah Kirol" Second floor..." Walking the human through the door and up the stairs was a chore. "Lose some weight lady! Everytime we come up here you humans get fatter and fatter. Its hard to control all that flab!" Finally making it up the stairs she minandered this human all the way to Hannah Kirol's door and lifted her arm, pounding violently on the door. The womans voice was hoarse and raspy, souding as if she was coming down with a cold. Legion glanced down through the womans eyes at the floor, where wet footprints tracked from the stairs to behind the door. "This couldn't be more perfect"

"Miss Kirol!! Open the door Miss Kirol!!"