Snippet #1867305

Ira watched as Lust walked away, his heart heavy. He had seen her eyes as she had turned away; to see her like that killed him inside. He knew how much it would mean to her if he would show that he cared, but he wouldn't. Every time he thought of her, the anger towards the Angels flared up inside of him, alighting his heart and blackening his soul. Every time he looked into her eyes, we was reminded of the Angel he once knew... the angel he once loved. Perhaps when this was over, once Ira had exacted his revenge upon Heaven, then they could be together. But until that day, he could not be with her. His heart couldn't take it.

Ira snapped back to reality, his senses on full alert. He felt a presence nearby, a entity that was completely out of place. The sensation that exuded from this individual was pure, but it harbored something sinister inside of it. It was an angel, and it appeared to be nursing a grudge. Ira's eye widened: it was Affection. Affection had never forgiven him for Lust's Fall, and he had sword to hunt Ira down and take his life. Ira quickly left the congregated circle of Sins and Fallen, and went back into his room. He crossed the common area, and approached the fireplace. resting on a stand atop the mantelpiece was a sword, with a blade as black and as crooked as Ira had become. He removed the blade from it's stand and grabbed it's sheathe. Ira buckled on the sheathe and slid the sword into it's rightful home. Ira quickly left his room. If Affection wanted him, than Ira wouldn't hide. He would wait and let the fool come to him.

Ira stood in the old foyer, located in the basement of the Tattered Robe. the foyer was from a medieval incarnation of the inn, large and spacious. The perfect place for a fight. Ira unsheathed his sword and gave it a mighty swing. The blade whistled through the air, sounding of pure menace. Ira was ready, a deadly calm settling over him. He would wait here and bide his time. If the Angel truly wanted to engage in combat, then he would find his way here.