The Seventh: An Angel/Demon RP (IC)

FizzGig · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **FizzGig** on Thu Nov 19, 2009 10:14 pm

The Mess Hall, normally a place characterized for its jovial atmosphere, was filled with Mentors, angels, and angels-in-training, just as it would be on normal days. The room was large, rectangular, with three solid walls and a fourth wall made completely of paned glass. The solid walls was hung with banners, biblical passages, pictures and commemorations, all of them cast in bright, cheerful colors. The angels stood at attention for the assembly, all of them facing the South wall, where a platform had been set up. Four beings stood on the platform, two of them Archangels, the other two a mentor and her trainee.

Skyler stood to the right of the accused, her trainee, her friend that she had been with since his initiation into the Seventh. He was being accused of subordination, of coercion, of all sorts of other horrible accusations that she had done her best to protect him from. Yet, despite all of her efforts, she had failed him, and she was going to have to watch him leave and never come back. Her first trainee, and the first she was going to have to escort to banishment on Earth.

Michael, a seven-foot tall, broad shouldered, black-haired archangel stepped forward, his glorious white robes sweeping around his sandaled feet. White wings protruded from his shoulders, shimmering iridescent in the candle-light that lit the entire area. His strong, square jaw was set, his brow furrowed heavily as he approached the accused, a young angel by the name of Caleb.

The boy was stoic, quiet, thoughtful. He neither looked distressed, nor pleased. He seemed apathetic, even as Michael began to address him.

“Read the charges.” Michael demanded in a booming voice.

A second archangel stepped forward, his golden-blonde hair spilling past his shoulders. A great white scroll was clutched between his large hands. He held it forward, unrolling it dramatically. The crinkle of the pristine paper echoed throughout the silent hall, every eye resting on Gabriel as he read the charges.

“Caleb Focalor, you have thus been charged with coercion, subordination, and disrespect for the authority of God our Almighty Father. You have been accused of fraternizing with demons, the enemy. Do you deny it?”

Caleb did not act as if he’d heard Gabriel. He simply continued to gaze at the floor, the chains around his wrist clinking as he shifted his feet. Skyler watched him, her blue eyes liquid with sympathy. She begged him to say something in his defense, anything. She thought of saying something herself.

Gabriel glanced at her, as if reading her thoughts. Then his attention refocused on Caleb, his brow furrowing heavily. “You have no defense?”

Again, Caleb refused to speak. It became quite apparent to the entire assembly that he had no intention to do so. Skyler’s heart pounded in her chest, her eyes on the floor as she grasped her hands in front of her.

Michael nodded at Gabriel, who rolled up the scroll and tucked it away in his robes. The former returned his gaze to Caleb, who heaved a deep, rolling sigh as he stepped forward again.

“Caleb, the consequences of your actions have been decided over a period of court judgements headed by the Archangels, including myself and Gabriel. You have been sentenced to life-long banishment to Earth, with no hope of returning to the Seventh or achieving your status as an angel at any time in the future.”

This was meant to be an example to the other angels in training. Caleb had broken rules, and he was being punished for it. Skyler just hated that she had to stand here and witness her friend taking it so silently, with stoicism. It hurt her heart, that there was nothing more that she could do for him.

“Who is responsible for the mentorship of this angel-in-training?” Michael asked, his voice booming around the chamber. Skyler stepped forward, looking up at Michael before replying,

“I am.”

He nodded. “You do understand then, that it is your responsibility to escort Caleb to earth yourself? To strip him of his titles and condemn him to this earthly punishment?”

She nodded. “I do.”

“Very well.” He laid a hand on Caleb’s head. “My God have mercy on your soul.”

Caleb and Skyler were both led to the Exit Chamber in the back corner of the South Wall, the girl holding Caleb’s chain in her hands. The assembly watched silently as they were locked into the chamber, the ‘deploy’ button pressed. The bottom of the chamber gave out, and the couple was dropped out into open air.

Gabriel and Michael turned back to the assembly, Gabriel stepping forward to address the crowd gathered.

“You have seen what happens to Angels who do not submit themselves to the Law.” He boomed, his white-gold image casting light away from himself as if he were a lit candle.

“You may choose to follow his path, but know that your insubordination will be met with firm justice.” He and Michael both looked around at each and every angel assembled there.

“Dismissed.”

Deep in the recesses of the Earth was a large, hollowed out chamber filled with black, scented candles that dripped wax in large, grotesque puddles on the floor. A large, reflective pool sat in the center of the chamber, lit by a shaft of moonlight that shone through a hole in the cavernous ceiling. A woman knelt at the pools edge, her hand passing over the surface of the lake as a smile twisted her lips. Her skin was an amphibious green, covered in scales, her hair writhing about her angular face in an undulating black-grey mass. A tail protruded from the base of her spine, curling around her as she smiled in anticipation, her white teeth showing starkly against her dark face. Her eyes, one yellow, the other silver, glinted in the moonlight as she turned her face toward the ceiling.

“Xaraneth!” she said, her voice like silk. It oozed around the chamber like the fetid odor of a carcass.

“I have a job for you. . .” Screwtape lifted her eyes to the darkest corner of the chamber, knowing that he would be there the moment his name was uttered. “Intercept the angel mentor and her banished ward. I want them alive.” She smiled cruelly, her tail whipping out behind her in a threatening display. The arch-demon was known for her ruthlessness, and this time was no different.

It was time to exact revenge on the Seventh.

Cyphia · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Cyphia** on Thu Nov 19, 2009 10:49 pm

"Dismissed-"

Matthias let out a short breath, his shoulders finally relaxing. He couldn't bear ceremonies like this, and this... this was worse than all of the other ceremonies combined. He kept his eyes low. He'd read enough behind Skyler and Caleb's eyes as they stood at the front. He moved quickly through the ranks of other students, out into the hallway and away from the mess hall, letting himself be moved by the flow of the crowd that was pouring out into the hall. It didn't seem like anyone really wanted to stay there. When Michael had looked at him, Matthias felt like he was about to faint. Every word that the archangel had said pounded into his mind, and he knew that every word of it was true. He stumbled along, following the crowds. He finally came to a stop by the side of the hallway.
He pushed his hair back against his forehead, breathing out a sigh. He was away from everything for the moment. Everything that had been swirling about that room was a bit more than he really cared to deal with at this point. He looked around at the familiar and unfamiliar faces that passed by, everyone heading along their separate ways.

Marcus · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Marcus** on Fri Nov 20, 2009 4:45 am

Nex Mortis stood atop of a building watching all of the uncorrupted souls pass by on the streets below, each with his or her own story and each worth the taking. "By the nine hells this will truly be fun." Nex jumped off from the building and allowed his skeletal like wings to unfold allowing him to swoop down into the crowd grabbing a young girl and bringing her close. "Wish to make a trade with me girl." Nex used his free hand to cause a dark cloud to form around him and the girl as he flew back up onto the roof with her in his hand. He placed her down gently and she fell to her knees begging to be spared. "Wear this mark on you and I will spare your life." Nex created illusionary fire on top of the roof making it seem as if there was no way off of the roof. "It is your choice girl, wear my mark and sell your soul or die here, your life truly matters not to me."
Nex walked over to where the door to the roof was and grabbed his weapon blocking her way just in case she figured that the fire was not real. The young girl looked up to Nex and nodded holding out her hand allowing nex to leave his mark on her wrist. "See that wasn't so hard now was it." Nex lowered the flames behind him to the door of the stairwell allowing her to run off and back into the world.

Lobos · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Lobos** on Fri Nov 20, 2009 5:20 pm

Like a breath of preternatural darkness, Xaraneth strode to stand before Screwtape, seeming to walk out of the very walls. One of the oldest of demons, easily one of the strongest, the hellspawn was never fully still, some part of his body always moving or in a state of shift. Most commonly this was one of the dozens of tendrils that adorned the armor fused to his body, turning the terrifying metal links into a horrifying visage of a living twisted skin that seamlessly merged with the deep gray of his skin. His voice was like a haunting melody, lingering in the ears. "You called, Screwtape."

There were precious few demons in Hell that would dare address the Mistress of Hell by her given name, Xaraneth was one of them. There were demons that were more than his age, but demon was much stronger by far, his tastes having evolved beyond blood and flesh, and now he fed on the negative emotions of others, drawing vast strength from the fear, the hate, the anger, the sorrow of demons, angels, and humans alike. He listened to her orders, then gave a half bow, the smile on his face wicked, twisting the elegant appearance of that beautiful face into a nightmare. "Then alive they shall be..."

He backed from her presence in that bowed position, before vanishing in a breath of darkness to appear in the human world, standing quite near Nex Mortis. Xaraneth regarded this younger demon, his tendrils writhing in agitation as he inhaled deeply, breathing in and feeding from the fear of the girl only recently left. "Pity she wasn't here still, eh, Nex?" His smile was cruel and wicked, a reminder that not even other demons were safe from his predatory nature. "Listen carefully. The Mistress Screwtape has a job that needs doing, regarding the angel and an earthbound today. She needs them alive, and you're going to help me. Be ready, and stay hidden. Foul this up, and you know the price."

The elder demon bared his fangs, raising his clawed hand in front of his face and clicking the razored digits together, if Nex needed to be reminded of the demons that had crossed his will. Then he vanished in a breath of darkness, biding his time for the angel and her charge. And they shall be powerless to stop me... The thought brought Xaraneth laughing, elated that he was able to do more than simply destroy, maim, and kill.

Marcus · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Marcus** on Fri Nov 20, 2009 7:10 pm

Nex could only as the girl ran off and thoughts of the next victim was in mind until an Elder demon appeared on the seen. Nex Mortis feel to one knee in front of the demon and kept his gaze low. "Indeed elder she would have provided a fine meal for you." When Xaraneth began to speak of the job at hand Nex looked up and could only nod at each word as if his life truly did depend on it, the threat the elder demon gave. When Xaraneth vanished Nex rose from where he was kneeling and could only smile as the thoughts of him keeping an angel alive including an earthbound was something odd to him but maybe he could have a little fun with them when this was all over.
Nex griped his halberd and began to relax knowing full well what needed to be done but somehow a thought of self preservation made itself evident including a thought of increasing his own power. "Enough of that I have a job to do and I would not want to be punished by my elders as is. Nex Mortis suddenly began to laugh a little as he surrounded himself in utter darkness and vanished from the roof top and sat in a nice looking room grabbing some equipment.

NotAFlyingToy · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **NotAFlyingToy** on Sun Nov 22, 2009 4:09 pm

The grass was blindingly green, the field of endless blades swaying in the gentle breeze, and David was happy. He was happier than he had ever been, on earth or above it, lying beneath his love. His love...

Dark brown eyes met his bright green ones, and Gabriella smiled shyly, her raven black hair falling in loose waves, framing her pale face. Around her neck was a silver pentagram, evidence of her clear religious views, views that she was unashamed of and unafraid to admit. Even in the face of someone like David, clear evidence of a religion that contradicted Gabriella’s, she still refused to rebut her claims.

The two made an unlikely pair, but a stronger love between a human and an ethereal creature, you could not find. David and Gabriella were inseparable, joined by a code of ethics and struggle that surpassed mere mortal love any day of the week.

She was lying on top of him, stretched out so every bit of their bodies were touching. His dark blue wings lay loose and flat against the grass, stretched to their full span. Her yellow summer dress and bare feet played the ying to his yang; shirtless, with dark pants and his usual combat boots. His chest muscles were smooth, even, the sun hitting his skin at just the right angle.

“David, do you think that there’s still room, up there?” She asked, curling his arms around her stomach as she turned to face the heavens. David’s head bent to kiss her shoulder, smiling into the soft skin. Her eyes slid closed.

“There’s always room, Gabby. There’s always room for one more.” His voice was crisp and clear, a resonating note in the quiet of the field. Gabriella sighed, her eyes still squeezed shut as David moved to kiss her neck, a soft chuckle oozing from his ribcage.

Gabriella let out another sigh as he reversed their positions; she on her back, him above her, examining her features. As his hands slid around to hold her back, she grinned. “I’d like to see it, one day. Can you take me?”

David smiled back, his heart bursting with joy. He was in love. “Of course. Anything for you.”

His head bent to kiss her lips, and she rose to meet him, their joy bursting, like firecrackers, leaping from heart to mouth, and into the other. They expressed themselves through the dance of love, and became thoroughly intoxicated by the sway they held over the other.

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Memphis crouched on top of the office building, his eyes squinting towards the sky. The memories had shocked him, just like they always did, but there was something about thinking of that field... that damn field...

The lightning cracked, and darkness shadowed him as he shifted slightly, the power inside of him awakening and focusing on vision. Clouds rumbled their dark intent, rolling in and hovering over the city, threatening and maddening, both powerful and meek. He welcomed the rain and the thunder. He welcomed any noise to distract him from both his failure and his pain.

There it was again. A glimpse of white wing against the darkened sky, descending. Memphis leaned closer, his enhanced vision picking out the target.
An Angel was descending to earth. The third one this week.

Memphis smiled a bitter smile to himself, his scarred lips stretching and causing slight pain as they shifted to accommodate the brain’s command. His eyebrows rose as he took in the sight, and the smile grew. His legs squatted further, the muscle hardening with the seeping power.

With a great grunt, Memphis propelled himself through the air, the thunder and lightning crashing around him, his green eyes wide and alive. He wasn’t drunk. He wasn’t confused. He wasn’t assailed by images or pain or the multitude of things that had brought him to his knees over the past few years. He felt clear headed, he felt fresh and ready to fight anything. He felt ready to take on Saint Peter himself and win in a duel to the death.

He landed beside his motorcycle, taking the time to don sunglasses to protect his eyes from the assailing win. With a bound, he was on top of the black monstrosity, the motor roaring and purring beneath him. He took one last check towards the descent of the angel, made an estimate of its landing area, and started the bike, the front wheel shooting into the air as the engine made a roar that rivalled the raging thunder and howling wind. A small smile was on Memphis’ face as he leaned forwards, eager to find his prey.

Memphis, the famous fallen angel, had an appointment with Seventh.

wiltingrose · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **wiltingrose** on Mon Nov 23, 2009 12:47 am

Bella wondered through the crowded school ground, watching the pathetic humans go about their pathetic business. She couldn't stand it; humans were predictible and boring, and she was stuck in the middle of the most predictible and boring of them all - 'teenagers'. Fights over who was going to the deb with who, made up rumours about who likes whose boyfriend; and they weren't even the fights that she started. But He told her she must stay here, that she must work slowly and quietly to cause chaos. 'Breaking from the inside' as He called it. She had done just that - making best friends hate each other; making couples break up; causing punchups on the oval; she even targeted the teachers. And of course, no incredibly unobservant human would ever pick up that the strange loner with the queer pink hair could be the cause of it all. How thick humans really were.
As she sat in the corner of the cafeteria, He spoke to her quietly, invading her personal thoughts as always. She listened to Him, ignoring the small food fight that had started at one of the tables.
What the hell was the Seventh? Why would they send an angel to earth? What kind of rule he have had to break? Hundreds of questions ran through her head as she tried to keep up with what He was saying. She couldn't work it all out.
And why was all this important to her? Her job from the demon in Hell had always been to just cause chaos with no one noticing her. That was why she was kept on the earth and never seen Hell. And clearly the Seventh weren't doing a great job; she was still here. They weren't watching her. Hell, they were hardly watching earth at all. No, it wasn't her problem.
'But it is your problem, Bella. No, they don't target you; you're only a small problem. They protect humans from the stronger demons, the ones causing the real problems in the world. But think about it - you are a part of Hell, however distant you are. You do your job and you do it well, which is why I'm the only one who has been in contact with you. But imagine - if angels no longer looked from the sky! You were always asking me for more of a challenge; convinced that you could cause more than a petty argument in the schoolyard. And if there were no angels, you could do what you want. All us demons could. The world would be ours. Imagine the possibilities. More power than you could ever believe.' She saw an image He gave her in her mind - Bella, surrounded by slaves, pathetic humans begging at her feet, cloaked in gold, enveloped in a light showing her immense power. Yes, she wanted it. More than anything.

ShatteredSoul · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **ShatteredSoul** on Mon Nov 23, 2009 12:05 pm

Confusion, utter confusion and misunderstanding was about the only thing that lamented in Caleb's mind as the ceremony was held. His mouth was dry, dyer than unfertile soil, dryer than sand, dryer than the air of a desert in drought. He'd no ability, desire, nor ideas of reply to the archangels that stood before him, the ones who were charging him, who were banishing him. His eyes remained open, gazing blankly in the direction of Michael, though not focusing on anything specific. It probably made him look like even more of a criminal, but he couldn't help it. He'd always been about as shy as they could come really, with the exception of Skyler, a girl he was paired with to learn from the day he arrived at Seventh. He was her first student, boy he must have really been making her feel like such a great teacher. He was probably the biggest disappointment to her there could ever be, and it probably made her look bad to the archangels too. He wanted to say something about it, wanted to tell them not to blame or punish her or look at her any different for his reprimands, but he just couldn't any sense of knowledge in him of what words were, of how to speak them. He had fallen completely mute, fallen mute, fallen.

At long last, the ceremony was concluding, and he and Skyler were stuffed into an exit doorway in which they would make their descent to earth. In which he would touch his feet to the soil and forever become cursed, become a true exile. She couldn't touch her feet to the ground, real angels weren't supposed to, it binded them, it ruined them. He was torn now, between a life he was always content and happy, and loving of, and an idea, a passion he'd always wanted to learn about. Angels could go back if they purely redeemed themselves, right? Wrong, he would never go back, there wasn't a single chance in God nor the archangels' eyes he could, not even if he were to slay one thousand wretched demons and help to purify eighty percent of the human race. He was banished, forbidden, exiled, hated, despised, loathed, worthless and a disappointment.

He remained silent as the two made their descent, eyes fixed dully on the slowly growing lands of earth, on the small clearing in the trees near a mountain they would land at, on the hope and joy that was rather quite literally slipping out of his fingers right in front of them the closer they got. At long last, they finally arrived near the surface, but he couldn't bring himself to touch his foot just yet. A single tear, the only sign of emotion he'd been able to show for the past four hours, slipped from his cheek like bomb, slowly sliding down until it fell and plinked into the soft grass just inches below his feet. His hands were shaking, though not in any way visibly, as a matter of fact his whole body was shaking. He was terrified, terrified and as sad as he ever thought anyone could feel. Staring hard at the ground, completely numbing himself to Skyler's ever-strong presence, he forced himself to lower, each foot touching the ground slowly, like weights to the bottom of the ocean, at least that's how it felt.

A sudden sinking feeling ripped over him, the curse of being exiled slowly creeping over his body. The darkness that was in the world and even himself slowly growing stronger, though not strong enough to take over his mind. He trembled, visibly now, back to Skyler as his eyes rolled slightly into the back of his skull, the feathers of his left wing molting near instantly and re-sprouting painfully into those of soot color, of ash, of pure proof he was a traitor and being punished. At last, his eyes came back to focus dully on the ground as he fell to his knees, the trembling slowly surpassing. The eyes that were once sure a pure turquoise color, now only remaining that on the right. His left eye had changed, sunken into a deep chestnut color, and even his hair had changed in color. Large portions changing to an shy deep shade of brown, very little of his blonde pieces remaining, most morphed into a crimson color much like blood. Another tear fell from his eye, his left eye. It was blood, but for some reason it felt hot, it burnt the skin as it trailed down, scaring him forever with the true mark of his punishment: Exile for loving the enemy.

He clenched his throat, dragging himself back to his feet slowly and unsteadily, hands dangling at his sides as he slowly began to walk away. He wanted to do as he was supposed to, to be alone. He wanted Skyler to go away, wanted everything to go away. His notebook slipped from the hem of his pants, causing him to halt and stare at it blankly. He'd near forgotten it was there, all of his notes and scribbles and pictures and stories about his ideas and dreams, all lying on the ground in front of him; like they no longer were supposed to be his. He sniffled softly, shaking his head as he restarted his steps to pass it.

FizzGig · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **FizzGig** on Mon Nov 23, 2009 12:26 pm

Skyler had remained silent for the majority of the trip, her eyes always on Caleb as they made the horrendously long, emotionally treacherous descent to the cursed grounds below them. Her brow was heavily furrowed, her mind racing as she thought and thought about different ways she could rescue Caleb from this horrible fate, this fate of not belonging, this fate of permanent separation.

In truth, this was going to be as much of a punishment for her as it was for him. There was a reason why Skyler had been assigned the unpleasant task of bringing Caleb to this place, of stripping him of his titles and leaving him behind with an almost-silent flutter of wings. It was because, even in the midst of his wrong-doings, she had fallen in love with him.

It had not been an issue before, nor had she let that cloud her judgment when she learned of Caleb's intentions, of what he had been spending his time studying during those long hours in the library, of what he had been questioning. She had reprimanded him, cautioned him, given him ways to be innocent in his curiosity, all to protect him. And it had all come to nothing. The entire controversial situation came to a head when he over-stepped his bounds, and proposed his innermost thoughts to the archangels themselves, without her knowing, without even consulting her in the ways of presentation.

He had gone with his heart, his beautiful, passionate, corruptible heart. And she, who had given her heart to him fully, felt the same pain when she realized that she was never going to see him again, that they would never look at each other the same way, that they couldn't look at each other the same way.

She couldn't pretend to know what he thought. For all she knew, she was nothing but a friend to him, a teacher, a guide who had failed him miserably in her attempt to curb his out-of-the-box curiosities. Failure. . .the word made her stomach twist, her throat clench, and her eyes burn. She had failed him.

Regardless, it would not change the way she felt. It never could. She wasn't just leaving a friend behind today, but a piece of her heart, nay, her whole heart. Caleb could do what he wanted with it. Skyler fancied that she would never be the same after this.

As he touched the ground in the small grassy field they found themselves in, she did as well, but she left her wings partially unfurled, a sign that she was hovering between two existences. The emotion came ten-fold when she watched his wing change, his stance droop, and his eyes pour mixed tears of blood and salt-water. She could hardly stand to look at him, but not because of his countenance. It was because of her own personal sorrows. She was afraid that by expressing how upset she was, it would only upset him more.

She wouldn't leave without saying anything, however. She simply couldn't. It wasn't expressly forbidden, and in the long run she realized that she didn't actually care if it was forbidden. This was supposed to be her punishment, being responsible, at least partially, for his condemnation.

Her punishment was to watch him disappear from her life forever.

"Caleb. . ." she choked out when he started to walk away. Three powerful flaps of her elegant white wings and she touched down in front of him, her wings slightly unfurled. He was taller than her. She had to look up at him in order to see his eyes. Good thing, too. He had been looking down at the ground from the moment they landed.

She touched him, gripping his shoulders firmly. The action nauseated her, but she didn't care. His curse was like a tidal wave of pain, suffering, and sickness. It resonated of death, but she held him as if it had no affect on her.

"I haven't forgotten you. I never will. I hate myself for having to do this to you, for having to leave you behind. You see. . .it's not just you that I have to leave here. . .but my heart as well." Before he could gather enough of his wits to pull away from her, she moved to her tiptoes and kissed his forehead, tears springing forth and pouring out of her eyes.

"I leave my heart as well. . .forever and always, Caleb. I love you, and I'm so very sorry for all of this. . ."

ShatteredSoul · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **ShatteredSoul** on Mon Nov 23, 2009 12:58 pm

"Caleb. . ." she choked out when he started to walk away. Three powerful flaps of her elegant white wings and she touched down in front of him, her wings slightly unfurled. He was taller than her. She had to look up at him in order to see his eyes. Good thing, too. He had been looking down at the ground from the moment they landed.

She touched him, gripping his shoulders firmly. The action nauseated her, but she didn't care. His curse was like a tidal wave of pain, suffering, and sickness. It resonated of death, but she held him as if it had no affect on her.

"I haven't forgotten you. I never will. I hate myself for having to do this to you, for having to leave you behind. You see. . .it's not just you that I have to leave here. . .but my heart as well." Before he could gather enough of his wits to pull away from her, she moved to her tiptoes and kissed his forehead, tears springing forth and pouring out of her eyes.

"I leave my heart as well. . .forever and always, Caleb. I love you, and I'm so very sorry for all of this. . ."

His body wrenched with the desire to turn, as Skyler called his name, but he quickly shot himself like a hunter with a rifle to keep from doing so. As it was, he'd really no need to turn, she'd appeared in front of him within mere moments, her pure blue eyes meeting his own mismatched ones painfully. It burned him almost, burned his insides like a soldering iron, especially on his heart; the metaphorical heart that was. Why would she do that? Why wouldn't she just leave instead of making it harder? It was always far more difficult when eye contact was made, when words were spoken, when bodies touched, when anything of the sort happened. It was like she was trying to make this difficult, but all the same he understood why she was doing it.

Her soft hands touched his bare shoulders, gripping them like boulders. He knew that it would make her feel sick by committing the act, knew his own curse and punishment would wave over her like a harsh breeze of air blowing through the sky, like a slap to the face. It was a warning, a warning to all pure souls who refused to accept his appearance, that he was a forbidden contact, that he was to be left behind, to be forgotten. God, why did she have to say that word? Of all words, that particular one never crossed his mind, and it struck him all the more strongly than any other he thought of.

He wrenched himself from her grasp, at first reluctantly, though satisfied after a moment. She had said that she loved him, she kissed his forehead, she expressed the pain it made her feel to be here, doing this, leaving him. It ripped through him terribly, like the blade of Satan himself. His lip trembled, he forced his eyes shut, he couldn't bear it, couldn't look at her, couldn't give in to this. He was cursed, she needed to love someone pure, someone deserving of her heart. He felt like she had just shoved it in his hand, but there was nothing there, how could he give it back?

"N-" He paused a moment on the taste of the word he was struggling to say, stumbling over the first consonant like a bird trying to eat a pumpkin whole.
"No." To anyone, it would sound like an atomic bomb, the end of all things. Boom. The word of rejection, but was it really? He wasn't rejecting her, he couldn't possibly. He'd always felt for her, it wasn't orthodox to love or fall for your teacher, or your student either, but it had happened. He couldn't reject her, couldn't deny her. No, he was saying the word as a means of care. He didn't want her to give this to him, this burden of bearing her love, her heart. He wouldn't ever be able to give it to her, he wouldn't be able to share it with her, nothing. Not one thing.

"It's not your fault." He spoke again, the words so quiet even an animal with inquisitive hearing would struggle to make sense of it.
"It's mine. I did this, I am this. Don't give me this, Skyler. Don't give me your heart, I can't take care of it. I won't. You deserve better, you deserve someone better. Someone pure."
Keeping his eyes closed tightly, he reached out and took her hand, running his thumb over her ring, the ring of the angels, the ring of purity, of light, of Seventh, of God. Of all things holy in the universes. His own ring had changed, it was stripped now. The purity it once held and signified being that of punishment, of pain, of torture, torment, sorrow, hate. Any and all words of the same or similar meaning.

"Go, take your heart with you. I don't deserve it, I can't take care of it."

Lobos · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Lobos** on Mon Nov 23, 2009 5:01 pm

"How...sentimental. Really, you're breaking my heart." Xaraneth's malevolent seemed to reverberate from everywhere at once, his scornful laughter echoing about Skyler and Caleb. A black smoke seemed to wisp over the ground, growing denser and denser at it rose, forming the vague outline that defined into the demon himself. He was clapping his clawed hands together, baring his fangs into a malice filled smile. The twin purple voids that glowed in his face leered at angel and fallen both.

"Wait...wait a moment," The demon shifted his stance, adopting the position of thought. "Oh, that's right! I don't have one." His voice, the haunting, alluring tone twisted into something ugly, growling. Xaraneth walked slowly towards them, emanating an his evil intent like a poison. The demon let his aura run free, flaunting his sheer power, both for the sake of instilling the fear he craved, and to make this task easier. Too bad she specified alive. The female might have been fun, and she'd be brought. Half alive. The thought deepened the wicked grin on his face, furthering the image of insanity that he already presented.

Xaraneth flicked idly at the twisting tendrils about his form, always keeping at least one of those chaotic eyes on his prey. He decided that he had toyed with the two long enough, and now it was time to get down to business. He angled his face to look first directly into Skyler's eyes, then into Caleb's. A few moments in each, but each held gaze felt like a year. Finally he spoke again. "Sorry to break up this sad parting, but don't weep yet. You'll be together for some time yet. You see, I need both of you to come with me. Unfortunately, I need you both alive, but that doesn't mean that I need you whole. Understand?"

The demon, for all his reputation as a sadistic, insane monster, was a shrewd creature. Xaraneth was much, much smarter than he always let on, and his words proved it. He had given them an ultimatum. The two would come with him. Whether or not they retained all of their body parts was up to them. Gesturing with a claw in a beckoning movement, the demon addressed them a final time.

"Choose quickly." Though Xaraneth waited, he did not wait patiently.

NotAFlyingToy · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **NotAFlyingToy** on Mon Nov 23, 2009 5:35 pm

Caught in a train of thought, Memphis was barely paying attention as he drove, breaking most speed laws out there on his way towards the angels. He was a long way away, and the thunder and lightning evaporated behind him as a mere memory as he pushed his bike and his body, fighting to close the gap. There were two reasons an angel would land; to drop off an exiled student or to perform a scouting run of a possible threat to Seventh. Since he hadn't seen any threats during his time on earth, he figured it was the former. And that meant a very good chance that the angel was feeling alone, down. Depressed...

Like he had been.

Suddenly, it seemed that he was too close to the angels, and he pressed his brakes, another almost smile settling about his features.

Memphis' motorcycle spun, sliding, and skidded to a halt about eight kilometer away from the two angels. He stepped off the loud contraption, squinting past the sun at the three people on the ground. One of them was definitely a demon...

Dammit.

He took off at a sprint, closing the distance with alarming speed. If the demons wanted these angels for the same reason he did - access to Seventh - then they were not going to see eye to eye. If they didn't see eye to eye, then he'd have to fight, and he doubted that these angels had much experience fighting demons. He ran faster, pumping more power into his legs, closing the distance further, until skidding to a halt behind Xaraneth.

"I'm sorry I missed the introductions." He said, walking towards the trio, his hands deep in his pockets. "But I'm not quite sure I've met any of you." His voice was deep and gravelly, betraying no emotion. He looked at Xaraneth, pointing. "What are you doing on my earth, and what," He shifted his finger to Caleb "are you doing on my earth?" His face was calm, the scars around his lips, Gabriel's gift, becoming pronounced as he talked. One eye remained on the demon as he stood behind him, one hand clenched and feeling the power seep through it. He was ready for anything.

FizzGig · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **FizzGig** on Mon Nov 23, 2009 11:43 pm

The pain in her heart was excrutiating. She felt as though she was being torn in two. Half of her knew that he was right, that everything Caleb told her was absolutely true. There was no way for the two of them to exist together without her having to become fallen as well. This realization was a horrible, cold, nauseating, crushing truth. She gripped his hand that still held hers, pushing the effects of the curse back with sheer willpower. She looked up into his eyes, preparing to say something poetic in an attempt to soothe the agony in her heart.

And that was when they were rudely interrupted. Whirling on her heel, Skyler's wings unfurled protectively, keeping Caleb behind her as she glared at the demon who was taunting them. He was formidable, downright frightening, if one was to be truthful. The stench of him clearly spoke of demon straight from the bowels of Hell. The whispy tendrils reached for them, curling around their ankles as Xaraneth strode forward, his clawed hands beckoning.

What was she to do? She couldn't just go with him, and she wasn't about to let Caleb go with him either. So, slowly, she shook her head, her blonde hair falling down in front of her shoulders as she stared wide-eyed up at the towering, hideous demon.

"I'm afraid we aren't going to come quietly." she told him solemnly. "You're thinking is skewed if you might hope for anything else."

She didn't care if Caleb protested. Hell was not an option for either of them. Just as she was about to draw her sword, a fourth figure made himself visible, surprising them all. Skyler gazed at this man with undoubted curiosity, recognition dawning on her face. She couldn't place it, though. She couldn't decipher exactly who this man was, only that she knew him from somewhere.

One question remained for her, however. Who's side was he on?

Lobos · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Lobos** on Tue Nov 24, 2009 5:31 pm

Xaraneth frowned as he heard Skyler, which he felt was the mentor, not the banished. Did the foolish woman not think he had come more than prepared to remove every limb from their bodies, if that what it took to bring them back? He was about to answer back acidly when he felt a new presence enter his vast range of sensitivity, and his frown deepened as it grew closer. Abyss, when things decide to go wrong, they really go wrong, don't they? But his irritation turned to outright laughter at the the sheer foolishness.

He silenced his laughter, raucous and scornful. Speaking apparently to the air, he summoned his aide. "Nex, if you would attend our humble guests. I'm going to take out the trash." Turning, the demon fully faced the newcomer, not very surprised at his appearance. "A fallen, if I'm not mistaken? No matter if you are. Your earth belongs to my kind, and now you'll see why." With that, the demon's very body screamed its battle cry, the silent method it employed as loud as any scream.

The tendrils writhed, elongating, the edges sharpening till they cut the very air as they moved. Xaraneth's right hand claws elongated, curving into cruel hooks, the left hand fusing together into a long, double pointed blade. Several tendrils twisted together to form a twisting tail, stinger tipped, and the very substance of his being flowed and twisted. For the elder demon was a shapeshifter, and the deadly potential he boasted knew no limit. Twisting he lashed across the distance with his newly formed tail, a whistling whip that held the crushing power of a meteor.

Eyes blazing in his strangely alluring face, Xaraneth hissed murder at Memphis. "Die, fool!"

Marcus · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Marcus** on Wed Nov 25, 2009 6:00 am

Nex suddenly appeared next to Xaraneth on one knee and looked up to the targets. "I wil do as you ask elder." Next stood up and cracked his neck bringing into the world a wicked looking halberd into hand. "if you two would both accompany me to our destination then this would make my life so much easier, please do not make this harder for yourselves." Nex could only smile as he knew this would not be as easy as it looked but he needed to get the targets to their destination without bringing harm to them. Several thoughts came to mind as he stood waiting for them disagree with him and possible attack but he did not care, if they killed him it would only be a sweet relief from having to worry about his fate if he failed. "I will only give you this one chance to come peacefully with me or I will just have to trim your wings and break your bones so that I will be able to drag you back with me." Nex held his weapon lightly in hand waiting for their answer knowing full well what must be done if the decided to run from him.

NotAFlyingToy · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **NotAFlyingToy** on Fri Nov 27, 2009 12:34 pm

Memphis had to react quickly, the changing form of the demon taking him by surprise, but not stunning him. He was sure that seen worse, more evil, more powerful from his days in the Seventh. As soon as the demon's body began shifting, changing into a whirlwind of sharp points and deadly spikes, Memphis drew his blade, the lightweight alloy glinting in the sunlight. He knew that he didn't stand much of a chance against the demon, and his only real option was to run.

The tail came whipping at him, too fast for the naked eye to detect. With a grunt, Memphis spun, the tail's razor point slicing through the shoulder of his trenchcoat. He closed the distance between himself and the howling menace, trying to make it to the other side, closer to the two angels who had landed on the soil.

=-=-=-=
Judas stood over him, foot on his chest, laughing. "I have you, little David. I have you and you're going to bleed all over my cavern." The sword, blood red and unnatural, glinted as it dragged across his chest. His blue wings spread against the ground, tensing, straining to push his body up against the power of Judas' foot. He couldn't get leverage.

For three days, Angel and Demon had fought in the dark recesses of the cavern, trading blows, reshaping the dark hole. Now, it seemed, Judas, demon and nemesis of Seventh, finally gained the upper hand.

Judas cackled, the red eyes staring down at David's green ones. "Now, you die." He hissed. "Die, and leave me to my work."
=-=-=-=

Jolted by the memory, Memphis halted, sweat on his brow. His right shoulder stung from the demon's tail, the gash bleeding into his coat. He ignored it. He was in survival mode now, his mind cold and calculating. He didn't stand a chance against Xaraneth, but he could maybe give the other two an opening.

"I won't say you'll regret coming out of your hole, worm, because this fight probably won't last long." His sword held in front of him, his stance wide, Memphis was wary, keeping thirty feet between the two combatants. Skyler and Caleb were to his right and in front of him, and his eyes were on Xaraneth's form. He was ready for the next attack.

ShatteredSoul · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **ShatteredSoul** on Mon Nov 30, 2009 10:19 pm

Caleb grit his teeth, defenseless. He was without his sword, without his purity, without his hope, will, dreams, and just barely holding onto his very life. He was frozen, stone cold in his slow and painful tracks to get away from Skyler, caught between her, two demons, and a man whom he'd no idea was. His notebook lie on the ground behind him, every aspect of his forbidden life, every hope, every dream, idea, discovery, joy, sadness, all trapped beneath its cover and absorbed into the thin, lined pages. He knew that Skyler would hate him for what he was currently thinking, but he'd really no choice, and neither did she.

"I will go," He said quietly, barely audible with a pause. "I will go, willingly." He could feel Skyler turning, though whether she did or not he was uncertain, not paying attention at all to her presence. He felt eyes boring into him like he was being crushed beneath one million equally sized stones, it was painful, scary, and yet somehow he felt okay with his decision. He stepped out of Skyler's hind shadow slowly, stepping toward Nex and Xaraneth. They were demons, sure, but surely they couldn't be purely evil, right?

His eyes fell upon the slowly growing scene of what was sure to be a great battle between Memphis and Xaraneth, and for one moment he felt that perhaps in all of his imaginations he may actually have been wrong, but the thought was stirred quickly. Perhaps this was all a huge misunderstanding, it was possible after all. No one else of course would believe so, but he was different and open to difference and change.

"Please, don't fight. I will go, I choose you, demons." He forced his voice to be loud, so that the two would hear. "I only plead that you leave her be, don't harm her. If she is resisting I will take all punishment she is to receive, I take it willingly and joyfully." His thin lips held firm, sad eyes staring hard at the two in hopes they were listening. Skyler would hate him for this, she surely would, but it didn't matter to him, not any more. The demons were his choice so long as he was banished here, perhaps he could indeed prove his ideas, or make a difference, inspire demons to walk the path of righteousness.

FizzGig · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **FizzGig** on Tue Dec 01, 2009 2:13 am

Skyler balked, her heart dropping into her stomach as Caleb dropped the bombshell of the century. She should have seen it coming. Really she should have, but that didn't stop her from gasping in shock, her heart so torn up she thought it might fall straight through her ribcage. She heard those fateful words, the words of commitment to the enemy's side, and his repulsive, nauseated curse began to emmanate off of him in waves, nearly making her dizzy. She grimaced, refusing to leave her position, but it hardly mattered. Caleb sidestepped her, refusing to look her in the eye.

She was borderline desperate now. She reached out to grasp his hand, but the moment she did so, her knees gave out at the nauseating feeling she received from being in such close proximity. This was what Caleb had wanted all along. To be amongst the enemy, to prove their worth, and he was doing that by damning his very soul, by seperating himself permanently from God, from her. . .

"Caleb." she said sternly, her voice choked with emotion. Nex and Xaraneth's rippling, disgusting forms were probably very excited at this turn of events. Thinking of Caleb among their ranks sickened her to her very core. "Caleb if you think this is going to solve everything. . .you're wrong. You're only making trouble for yourself."

She knew he wouldn't look back at her. She knew he would be desperate to avoid her gaze, because they both knew that what she was speaking was the truth. "If you think that I'm going to deny you, or hate you, then you're wrong. I'm not going back to the Seventh without knowing that you're safe. And they," she pointed viciously at the other two. "are not safe!"

Her hand dropped, chin falling to her chest as she took deep, calming breaths. "Don't be foolish, Caleb." she said softly. "Please. . .don't do this. . ."

Lobos · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Lobos** on Tue Dec 01, 2009 4:32 pm

Xaraneth grinned with glee as his strike grazed Memphis, the tail slamming into the earth with shattering force. Drawing the edged tip to his face, his long tongue slipped and ran along the edge, savoring the taste of the fallen's blood, drawing strength from his hate. At his words, he mocked injury. "Why, I'm hurt! Worm?" The demon cackled, roaring maniac laughter to the sky. "I could turn into a worm, if you'd like. But then, it wouldn't be worth my time."

He had been about to lash at Memphis once more, when Caleb spoke up. The demon froze, turning his gaze in near disbelief to the younger angel, a hellish smile alighting his features. Did he really just...yes...he did! Haha! He was now truly excited, rending the air with laughter, his elation increased as he fed off of Skyler desperation, the sorrow he tasted emanating from her being. It strengthened him, resolved him, made him a god in his own right. Prideful, this old demon was, this Xaraneth.

Turning to Memphis, he bared his fangs in a leer, his words spoken with unrestrained malice. "It seems, my wingless friend, you've just lost what you seek. Now I'm...going to lose...sight of you." The leer became an expression of wicked victory, as the tendrils slammed into the ground, trails of shattering earth marking their passage towards Memphis. He seemed to throw a punch, and his arm lashed forward, claw flexing to seize it's prey.

Xaraneth couldn't help but love love what he did. It was oh so much fun.

Marcus · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Marcus** on Fri Dec 04, 2009 6:04 pm

Nex could only smile and created a cloud of darkness around the area, fire and the screams of a thousand tortured souls could be heard and Nex could only smile. "Elder do you need help for this fight?" Nex made a quick glance back the elder demon only to truly wonder if any of this was actually worth it, sure power to him would be nice but what was he getting out of it besides not dyeing. "Nex then quickly pointed his Halberd to the ground and began to spin it counter clockwise only to summon more dark clouds but this time what appeared to be copies of himself each more menacing then the last. "Maybe when we take these angels in I might be able to get some respect once this is all over, I am tired of having to deal with sloppy second hand jobs." Nex rushed the angels he needed to capture only to create more illusions as he rushed them.

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