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located in Alveron, a part of Requiem for a Fallen, one of the many universes on RPG.

Alveron

Minor Town in the continent

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Character Portrait: Xana Druj Character Portrait: Liriael Amaryllis
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The demoness mulled over the thoughts in her head, trying to grasp the concept of promoting a lesser demon to a higher caste. This seemed almost impossible--to move up in rank like that was an impossibility, they had told her... yet Treylion had told her that she was being considered for this promotion... What was the commander hiding from her, from the other demons, from the other mortals and what it means for them?

...and why was Treylion so interested in her specifically? He had never before deigned to give her the time of day, always staying behind the scenes, manipulating his so-called underlings much better thank Xana herself could ever do... It was something that she admired about the Apokalion, something that she wished to aspire to, but still, she thought it would be impossible to do anything like that...

And then, on the horizon, a wanderer. There was a tug similar to that of the broken gate from before but... different, more hostile and foreign. The figure seemed to turn and stare at the demon even from such a distance away. It sent a shiver down Xana's spine, and she felt suddenly compelled to go out in that direction.

As she made her way across the landscape, she could feel the rage and anger wafting through the air. This was not natural in the slightest--most mortals would never feel this sort of anger in their entire lifetimes, let alone bound to one single body for any length of time. There was no way that this person was normal... unless...

What would a rogue spirit be doing all the way out here?

Regardless of the reason, Xana continued forward, making sure that no one was watching or following her. The last thing she needed was any mortals following her, especially any that would just serve as a hindrance to her and her purpose. Still, she did realize that she could not flat-out kill this vessel, especially without the presence of an exorcist or an angel--which would have been rather convenient had the angel and exorcist that were supposed to have accompanied her were actually with her...

"A bit far to be wandering away from home, now..." the demon purred as she mosied up to the wanderer, noticing the intense waves radiating from the fleshbag next to her.

The vagabond--a female--smirked as she turned and punched the red-haired woman in the face. Taken aback, the demon watched as the traveller's eyes turned pitch-black and turned to her.

"I could say the same for you..." the traveller growled--something unearthly that did not belong to this plane or even in the hellish heat of Inferno. "So far from your prison duties..."

Xana smirked as she rolled out the cracks building up in her neck. "My my... Aren't you a feisty one?" She felt no other presence at this point in time, so with another chuckle and a flash of hellfire, the demon quickly shed her human skin, revealing the serpentine form she was more comfortable in. "Sadly, my job is not to guard filth like you... It's more to hunt you down so I can feed..."

With a cry that could never be uttered by a mere mortal, the possessed human lashed out at the demon, trying to injure and maim her opponent. Xana merely dodged the blows, using her inhuman agility and her preferred form to weave and slither to and fro between the grunts and screeches of the feral spirit. Licks of flame crawled across her skin, and the demon smirked in response.

"Hmm... Your rage is rather filling... Too bad I'm forced to send you back to Inferno--your kind does have some of the most... intense meals..."

***

Having no leads on the location of this mysterious 'Xana,' Liriael had decided to simply head in the direction of the gathering-place of the assembled forces, in hopes that perhaps someone there would either be able to locate the demon or at the very least give her a more certain direction than 'on this plane.'

Her journey was to be temporarily diverted, however, when she sensed the presence of something irregular. She was no empath, and it was difficult to say for sure what it was from this distance, as she'd never been in the presence of a rogue spirit before, but the anomaly was worth invesitgating, anyway. Whatever she found would probably be worth reporting at the very least.

Cresting a hill, the angel surveyed the small town arrayed below, little more than a dot on a map at most times, doubtlessly. The small cluster of homes was hardly remarkable-- the Nightengale still in the back of her consciousness had seen countless settlements like it before, and retained particularly strong memories of none. This one, however, was bound to be a little different, as a large cluster of buildings, including what looked to be the town's inn, were burning.

Without wasting time, Liri tore down the hill at top speed, the rucksack containing all her earthly possessions thumping against her back with every pace. As she got closer, it was possible to make out the screams of humans, as well as some kind of ghastly wailing. Was that... a spirit?

***

Even through the overwhelming anger that threatened to consume the demon, there was something else that Xana felt through her battle--some otherworldly presence that was neither demon nor spirit. Could this mean that an angel was trying to approach? Perhaps an exorcist? It would have been nice for Xana to see just who or what was trying to intervene, although her current predicament was preventing her from doing so. The combat, though, was rather exhilarating for the demon, as the emotions that constantly flooded her were rather succulent. Even through the onslaught of blows, the flames continued to flicker across her skin, and a shiver of pleasure ran down the demon's crimson flesh.

"Are you quite finished? Are you ready to go back to your prison now?" Xana purred as a few drops of blood trickled down her cheek.

"I hope you freeze, fiend!" the spirit retaliated, slamming a fist into the demon's shoulder, causing a small bout of flame to flare up and singe the spirit's hand. Xana only chuckled as she grabbed the spirit's wrists and felt the heat flare up in her hands, causing burns to form on the fleshbag's skin.

"You're lucky I can't just outright kill you..." Xana purred, listening to the skin sizzle in her grasp. The spirit moaned in pain as blisters began to form on her wrists. She needed to stall... If that angel came to examine the situation, it would be able to help, but if not... Xana needed to locate a gate, and quickly...

Perhaps fortunately, the angel in the area was not far off at all, and Liri cast the rucksack off her back and drew her sword with a ring of steel, surging forward to the aid of what appeared to be a serpentine demon-- and the strangeness of this situation could wait to be considered until such time as the spirit was dealt with.

She was in enough time to hear the last statement the demon made, though admittedly that was perhaps only due to her greater-than-human hearing. "I can,"[/color] she replied simply, though in truth she hadn't done so before. Still, it wasn't as though she hadn't learned. But... didn't it need to be out of its vessel first? Maybe if the vessel underwent sufficient pain, the spirit would be forced to retreat, but torturing the creature into the open was not something she desired to do.

Was that the angel that she had been waiting for? If so, it had been taking its damn time in figuring out where the hell to go. Xana, however, wasn't in the mood for playing around at this point, instead choosing to turn back to the approaching angel with a smirk across her face and smoldering embers dancing across her arms and tail.

"About time you showed up... I was starting to think that I would be forced to save the world on my own..." The demon purred at the approaching angel. The woman in her grasp screamed as the sizzling of flesh intensified in the demon's hands. Blisters were beginning to form on the possessed woman's wrists from the heat. "This poor spirit knows that I don't have much patience for idiocy... too bad I can't take it out on the spirit, so I guess I'll go for the next best thing..."

No patience for idiocy? How do you live with yourself? The Nightingale snarked from somewhere in the back of Liri's head, automatically inclined to respond to poorly-veiled insults with the same. Liriael, however, was considerably more patient and tolerant, so she ignored the thought as well as the spirit's vessel, fixing the demon with a flat aquamarine stare. "It would be wisest to expel the being from the body as quickly as possible if I am to dispose of it." Implied: there is no need for extended torture.

Unforunately, she had no other option than to allow the demon to do as she pleased, as she herself had no alternative way of performing the extraction, only the execution. She had no reason to believe that the suggestion would go heeded; though she'd not interacted with demonkind before, she'd been told of them, and that was enough to create an educated guess to this effect.

"Well then, by all means, don't let me stop you from--oh wait..." Another smirk as the demon began to wrap her serpentine tail around her hapless victim. "Unless you can pull an exorcist out of your ass, the best thing we're going to be able to do for this poor woman is to find a gate and toss her through... Of course, it would probably kill the mortal in the process, but at least then I'll be finished with her--"

Before the demon could finish her thought completely, the possessed woman screamed. It was something unearthly and feral, nothing that the human host could produce in her short lifetime. Still, she was getting something out of the spirit--they were not nearly as powerful when trapped inside a human host as they were when they roamed freely, which begged the question: Why was this one in a body at all?

"I'm not going to ask again--shut up while I talk to this... acquaintence of mine..." The demon constricted the possessed woman in her coiled tail, causing her victim to shudder and spasm slightly. In the next moment, she turned and faced the angel, a coy grin across her face as she continued to keep a hold on the spirit.

"So... what kept you? The bureaucratic imbeciles at Resmyrd have been making things rather difficult for us, have they not?" There was a sense of irritability in the demon's voice as she folded her arms across her charred chest, but the smirk never left her face. Time to size up the new meat...

The angel's eyes moved from the demon, to the human vessel of the spirit, and then back to the serpentine woman. A slight frown was evidence enough of her displeasure with the situation, but she made no move to alter it. What was there that she could do? The demon was correct enough-- without an exorcist, there was no good way to force the spirit from the host. Her power was only useful once it was out in the open, and she could do away with it and allow the demon to banish the remains behind one of their infernal gates.

Her sword remained loosely-grasped in one hand, but she was still regardless, save a slight tilt of her head to one side. "I have yet to reach Resmyrd, actually. I was awakened in this host some days ago, and told only to find the demon Xana. If you are she, then perhaps the task was not as impossible as its vagueness might have suggested."

The demon grinned as the angelic figure elaborated on the scenario at hand. "So... suppose you just came across another random demon aside from this... Xana... What then? Do you continue on your merry way in the hopes you miraculously stumble across her at some point? Or do you continue on to the church of exorcists wondering if this demon is there?"

Liri blinked. The hypothetical just made her suspicious, and quite certain that she had found who she was looking for, but she chose to answer the question regardless, moving her shoulders up and back down in a shrug. "I finish what has begun here, and then yes, I make for Resmyrd. If Xana is not to be found, I seek new orders or further clarification."

"Like the mindless drone you are..." the demon smirked. "Yes, I am the one you were asked to seek. Rather... impeccable timing on your end, but then again..." she sighed, placing a hand on her chin as if expressing mock boredom, "you angels always strive for that glorifying moment of entrance, don't you?"

The insult rolled off Liri's back like so much water, and she simply shrugged again. If that was what the demon wished to think, she was free to think it. They didn't have to like each other to work together, and she had rather known that when she volunteered to be reborn this way. The other comment was puzzling-- was she referring to just now? It was true that Liriael had acted with quite a bit of haste to get here, but that was due to the burning settlement and the presence of some kind of spirit.

"If so, my striving has been rather for naught," she replied, glancing over at the vessel. Really, had the spirit not yet decided to leave it? "I entered this body in a tavernroom and fell over promptly afterwards. As entrances go, it was quite inglorious. Will you not cease?" The last was directed at the spirit, and carried the vaguest hint of irritation, so mild it hardly deserved the name. She felt sorry for the host, given the stubbornness of the being occupying it.

Of course the angel had to make sure that she--the voice was much more feminine than masculine--was wound up so tight that she appeared to have absoultely no emotion whatsoever. Perfect--it was almost as if Treylion had specifically requested this particular angel to be paired with her just to see how worked up she could be! And by the hells was she dense! Could this angel really not crack even the faintest of a smile? A chuckle? Anything?

The demon sighed, shaking her head and turning once more to the possessed woman. "Come... the angel has reservations about destroying you completely--you should be rather fortunate that I am also unable to do that, otherwise I would have no need for her in the first place..." Xana gave a violent shove to the woman that was until this moment coiled in her grasp, throwing her to the ground. "We're heading back to Resmyrd... again... and you..." she pointed to the angel as she placed her other hand on the possessed woman's wrists and pulled them behind her back. "You will be the one responsible for getting a damn exorcist so her precious mortal shell won't be utterly destroyed."

Yes, your infernal majesty, the Nightingale sniped, clearly irritated, but Liri ignored the vessel just as much as she ignored Xana's attempts to provoke her, which was to say rather well. Quirking a brow slightly, she shrugged and nodded. "If you feel such a task beyond your capabilities or beneath your notice, I will be more than happy to assist." It was kind of hard to tell which one she figured might be more likely, leaving the tone of the comment as a whole rather vague.

At any rate, she wasn't going to stand around talking about it any more, and Resmyrd was not going to arrive to meet them, so the angel set her feet back on the road. Maybe, if they got lucky, they would meet an exorcist on the way, though frankly, she wasn't counting on it.