Alodia paused, carefully holding the spear in her hand. After some mysterious voice had pushed her to go downtown it had directed her too this weapon shop. It wasn't like she wasn't expecting something like this because after all the last time the voice has spoken it had told her to jump off a building. To which she quickly decided she was going insane. Nonetheless though she learned that she was part of some grand scheme of destiny. Who would have known. She tapped the butt end of the pole-arm to the marble floor with piqued curiosity. "Do I really need this?" Yes. "Are you sure? I mean, this seems pretty dangerous to me." You have a dangerous future. "Keyword future, right?" Whatever you wish to think. A small lieu of a pout crossed her glossed lips as she glanced over to see the shopkeeper give her a strange look. Alodia lowered her voice. "Your absolutely sure?" Yes. She sighed and headed over to the counter with the weapon in hand. "May I have this please?" The shopkeeper who was not only obese but sweaty measured her up. "No. You can pay for it though." She huffed and gave him a frown. "Thank you." Why did anything that came to her symbol on her forehead have to be so difficult.

She entered her house and laid the weapon down on her bed silently. The dusty gray light filtered through the white-curtained windows as she watched the busy streets of New York. The sound of cars and the smell of gas and humans wafted up from the streets as she opened the window. For as long as she could remember things had been that way and would most likely remain that way. Perhaps they will. She let out a loud sigh. "Do you have to comment on everything? Or is that just a thing voices like to do while invading someone's privacy?" She waited several minutes before she gave up as there was response to her own. She tapped the windowsill with brisk irritation. For as long as she could remember the voice had been speaking once she knew how to talk too. Things had always been that way. From guidance on midnight training, from the encouraging whispers when people stared at her face where she knew that three numbers were imprinted like a tattoo on her forehead. She raised a hand to touch those numbers and tilted her tea back to peer up at the sky through the glass. The early morning light didn't pierce the billowing clouds that called out to her although she didn't know why.

Alodia shook her head and strode towards her kitchen to get some coffee. It was better not to brood over things that were redundant to the process of things. The process of current life and routines. The machine whirred at her fingertips and she let it prepare the coffee as she glanced over her shoulder. What would the others be doing today on this fine morning. On her morning she was relaxing and doing tasks related to the voice. In a few more hours she had a lecture to attend and then she was free for the day. Perhaps a stroll around the park would be nice? She grabbed the coffee cup and took an eager sip only to struggle not to spit it back out. "The sugar." She hurried to put sugar in as her mind thought up the plan for the day. Who would want to walk with her on a day like this?

Christine sighed, staring down at her math homework.

You should be training.

She frowned. Shut it, Sariel. I have homework to do. I'm in college, remember?

And the demons will not wait, child! I am here as your guide, as well as a reincarnation of my former self. You are my vessel, and together we shall--

She sighed, glaring at the text book in front of her, and pressed a hand to the glowing blue 7-7-7 on her forehead. "Damnit, enough already! Fine, I'll go practice, sheesh."

It was only then that she realized that everyone in the small coffee shop was staring at her. She gave them all a smirk and said, "What, never heard a girl talk to herself before?" She quickly grabbed her thigns and left, throwing everything in her dorm room before grabbing her dual blades. She wasn't actually supposed to have them on campus, but she was good at hiding them.

Ten minuets later, she found herself in the middle of central park, parcticing forms, slow, graceful movements with the swords, Sariel's voice instructing her.

Damian was wandering around the city with his things in his backpack and suitcase. He was searching for a place to rest for the day, he never knew how hard life was for someone who has an angel strapped to him like a remora to a shark. He walked through the busy city and he ended up in the memorial site for the 9/11 victims. He gave a small nod of his head to pay his respects.

After getting his bearings and wandering through the city, he found a cheap hotel to stay at for that day. He traveled for most of that day, so he was still tired from his ordeal, but he didn't rightly care. He wanted to find others like him. When he reached into his room, he took off his hat, and gazed at the 777 mark on his forehead. He knew what it meant, an Angel was in his body and wanted to guide him. But he didn't really want any guidance, unless anything that Zadiel, his angel, said came true, then he would start believing. He didn't want to get caught and ambushed by a demon by surprise.

He didn't want to risk getting his butt handed to him.

Wake up came the voice of Danjal, interrupting Mickey's blissful sleep. It had been her first night without nightmares in months. "No" she muttered, groggily taking in her surroundings. From what she could make out, she was in a bedroom. There was a desk in the left corner of the room and a males clothing on the ground. "Who did I go home with?" she asked, suddenly aware of noises coming from outside. It doesn't matter now. Just leave, you must train. came the fallen angels wise voice. "Yes master" Mickey huffed, her tone dripping with sarcasm.

Getting up from the soft bed, Mickey groaned "Do I have to?" as she put on her discarded clothes. Michelle, don't argue with me. You know you must do this for the existence of our kind he said, his tone serious yet bored. "I know" she pushed her dark bangs in her face to cover the 6-6-6 on her forehead. "And you know that's not my name anymore, Danjal" she huffed, sneaking out of the apartment, running towards the closest park.

Mickey was in the middle of Bronx Park, shooting acid from her fingers. Nobody noticed this strange act... It was almost like she was invisible; Oh wait she was. She was practicing her powers, the voice of Danjal giving her improvements and praise. Mickey knew how important this battle was. It was the demons chance to be in power. Mickey knew she should be happy, but all she could think of was Leah, her angel sister who she hadn't seen in three years. Don't worry, Danjal sounded annoyed, if she's smart she will sacrifice herself to us and not be harmed...

A young boy sat in a chair, with papers all around him. Some contained spells, others contained notes, and some contained something that looked like random gibberish......complete gibberish. By the young boy, sat another one of him. However, this other version of him had black eyes. Thats when another man came in, his eyes as well black. He walked through the one with black eyes as if he didn't exist. He then told him, in a definite tone, and in a demonic language "Master, the spells are in place. They did not notice me. All you need to is activate them from here.....". The boy with black eyes then walked up to his counterpart and said, which he duplicated "Then everything is going well. I need you to get ready at your part. Make sure there are not any stragglers, and I wont scorch you to oblivion. When the deed is done, you will be released, and you will be able to live out whatever time you have left with your family". The man/demon seemed to nod, as if they both seemed to want to work together.

Matthew/Azeal returned to their work, Azeal telling Matthew as he touched his shoulder "You need sleep, and the two boys became one. Then, Azeal's voice came out of Matthew "And before you ask, yes, i need this body. This body is....special, and il need his own free will in order for this to succeed. Now go get ready. Its time to activate the spells....". He then adds "Activate the first spell. There is something we need to take care of. And we cant let the angels stop my plans".

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Fumiko-chan~

What a boring place to sit, it's so tiring to constantly sit on cement, glass, and steel. Surely to sit on a tree would be much preferable. Although, the wind wouldn't be nearly as cooling, so low as a tree. Surely a building as high as a skyscraper would be much more enjoyable. The view would be much better also, however aside from the wind there was one other problem. Less people could see amidst the leaves of a tree, green leaves, brown leaves, small leaves, large leaves, and pine needles all casted a shadow on her dark frills, and bright blue hair. A skyscraper is much to high andy barren to do such a thing, on such a tall building a shadow ceases to exist. How troublesome.

After all, one like Fumiko prefers not to be noticed. Not that it mattered so much, for once she left their thoughtless presence all onlookers and passerbys would cease to recall her existance. A convenient ability sure, however during these few seconds of possessing their memories of the blue-haired girl who sat on the sides of extremely tall skyscrapers without the use of any instrument, they would most definately stare. Poor Fumiko hated having people stare at her. If they were gonna look do it for a second and then leave. They were not wanted here, not by her.

Annoyed she stood, on the side of the building and walked to the next edge hoping they wouldn't follow. Unfortunately they did, all of them errupting in simultaneous gasps, pictures were taken left and right, as if that would help things in the least. Their poor photos would, alas, be unrevealing of any forgotten memory of why the picture was taken in the first place. She sighed herself, this was tiresome, and so with the cross of her fingers she disappeared from the sight of all the pathetic citizens of New York and thus dissappeared from their memories. A few confused thoughts and they were off as though nothing at all had taken place. Wilst from the roof-top of another building five-blocks away sat a very annoyed blue-haired lolita.

True she wasn't doing anything out of the ordinary, but her hair and elaborate clothing still seemed to be enough reason to stare. Sure she enjoyed it when she got second-glances, people stopping to get a better look, shocked eyes and the like, but staring...not so much. Honestly didn't these worthless people have something better to do with their worthless lives? Why couldn't she have blue hair and walk around whilst defying gravity in peace?

Damian silently hopped onto his hotel room bed and rested on it looking at the ceiling as he sighed as he tried to sleep, trying to ignore any sound he heard anywhere else. If he heard anything he'd strike at it hopefully.

He just wanted to get some rest and he wanted to not be tortured by anyone who would even try and do so. He felt tortured enough to know he felt like a freak to have someone in the back of his brain.

He felt Zadiel urging him to try and sleep whilst he kept watch so he did so.

Rivera walked through a particularly desolate part of town. It was basically the slums. Old, run-down buildings, bars, night clubs, drunks, and everything smelt of piss and vomit. And Rivera loved every minuet of it. She was near Bronx park, and she felt a nagging in her mind. "What is it, Asmodeous?"

One of my brothers...I believe it's Danjal. Perhaps it's time for you to meet one of your own. They're in the park.

With a smirk, Rivera began to walk. It didn't take her long to find the other girl. She was unnoticed by everyone. No, not unnoticed, Rivera realized. Invisible. She smiled. "Well...this should be fun." She stood at a distance, waiting to be noticed. If this girl really was harboring a demon, then the demon would notice the presence of another.

Damian got up wondering if he should keep moving. He actually wondered if he could find any others like him. but he didn't know where to go. he decided to just check his gear as long as he was in a closed up hotel. What could be the harm of it?

Mickey stared at a thin tree, acid bubbling in the bark. She smiled, cockily eyeing her work. She was about to ask Danjal how she was doing when he interupted her thoughts. My brother is in our prescence "Who?" she asked, surveying her location. She didn't see a boy, only a red headed girl, who was... watching her? That was impossible, she was invisible. How could someone see you if you are invisible? Danjal cut in her rambling thoughts. Silly girl, don't you see her mark. She is like you. In her head is my brother, Asmodeous he said, sounding exasperated. "Do you want me to talk to her?" she asked quietly, running her eyes up and down the red head. Mickey, obviously I want you to meet one of your kind. Go, now. Ask about the war, ask if she's met the others. he said, sounding as if he was helping a "slow" in math. "Yes sir" she muttered, crouching behind the acid rotting tree.

Make herself visible, Mickey walked out from behind the tree. She knew the slim trunk only covered three quarters of her body, but it was better than popping up in the middle of a park like she was a time traveler. As she walked toward the girl, a look of ignorance grew on her face. She had a reputation of a badass to up hold...

"You like what you see?" said Mickey, smirking sarcastically. The red head was taller than Mickey expected. She kept her ground though, still oozing confidence even though she was terrified the girl would drop kick her into a different country. Don't be scared. You. Are. The. Same. came Danjal. Taking Danjal's advice, she smiled. "I'm Mickey" she pushed her black bangs back, revealing the blood red mark on her head.

"Burn her now Leah, do it or you will be burned twice as bad" came a cold voice "Never!" Leah screamed, staring at her sister. "Do it god dammit!" came the cold voice, that she recognized as her mothers. "I'll be fine Leah, just do it!" came her sister's pleading voice. Leah shook her head, tears leaking from her ice blue eyes. "It'll be ok." came her sister again, teards falling from her eyes as well. "Ok" said Leah, taking the lighter from her mother's hand. She flicked it on, touching it to her sister's pale skin.

"Miss, the bus was here ten minutes ago" came a soft voice. Startled out of her memory, L.C stared at the women who had spoken. "Thanks" she smiled at the women, getting up from the bench and rushing down the sidewalk. Do not think of the past, Leah. For Michelle is not worth this pain. came Malik, sounding sympathetic. "She is worth it" muttered L.C, her face flushing angrily. Whatever you say... Malik sarcastically said.

L.C continued walking, having no idea where she was going. Stop here "Why?" she asked. No need for questions, just go inside. What the hell. I have nothing better to do thought L.C, climbing through the abandoned hotels door. As she walked, Malik told her the direction to follow. She approched a room, hearing soft breathing. Her senses heightened as she asked "Malik! Who's here?" Without a reply, she entered the room, where a man was checking his gear. "Oh, gosh" she gasped, not expecting to see one of her own kind.

Devlin looked up in surprise taking a sharp breath and nearly close to drawing his sword. Peace Damian. She is a friend. He heard Zadiel speak within the depths of his mind. He then looked at the woman strangely and saw the 777 on her forehead as he took of his hat and moved the bangs to show the same mark.

"By the Gods, another like me. I almost thought I was the only one....." He said outwardly to himself but loud enough to make his visitor hear his words. He had never seen another like him in over the last few months. This was almost his first time seeing someone like him. He just took deep breaths.

L.C's eyes widened, as she continued to stare at the man. She had seen his blue 7-7-7 faintly even before he took of the hat. He is one of you came Malik, sounding almost happy. Obviously thought L.C, still watching the man. She was about to speak when his voice interupted her own "By the Gods, another like me. I almost thought I was the only one....." L.C smiled shyly, "This is kind of new for me too. I've never met another... person like me." She stook a few steps closer to him. "I'm L.C" she held out her hand, not really sure how to react towards this.

Damian awkwardly shook LC's hand. "Damian, Damian Crane." He said with a calm tone in his voice. "Are we the only ones so far?" He asked, even though Zadiel Said there was more then two about somewhere, he still kinda felt negative that he would've found another person like him, that is Until now.

"Sorry about scaring you." He added with a small note of embarrassment in his voice. "Had to be cautious a bit. hehe..."

"It's fine. You know there's much scarier things than a guy about to pull a sword out on me." L.C chuckled, eyeing his sword. "That's actually pretty nice" she said, a devilish gleam appearing in her eye. She unknowingly put her hand on her back pocket, where a dagger was hidden. Don't stab him came Malik's voice. "Shut up" she muttered, remembering Damian was in the room. A blush appeared on her face. "Sorry, just talking to... the voice in my head..." she stated.

"Forged it Myself." Damian replied. "Yeah I know how it is, Zadiel sometimes is a bit loco with giving orders as well." he said whilst smiling. "I also use a Magnum to combine both range and melee combat together."

He liked the way he wanted to because not only does it help him hit enemies from afar but he could also deal with people up close with his sword.

"What sort of blade do you got?" He asked curiously. "Nothing life threatening I hope. Besides you just startled me a bit."

Rivera stared at her for a second. "You know, if I hadn't seen the 6-6-6 scrawled in red across your forehead, I would never have believed Asmodeous. But I can sense Danjal as well, not to mention I can hear everything he says. Yeah, I know, you can't hear Asmodeous. It's my power. Telekenisis, and my other power, I can control emotions. I'm more of a subtle attacker. Hm...I wonder how many more of us there are. How long have you known?"

Chris's training music: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UIZzaz-Trd4

Chris sighed. She couldn't keep this up for much longer. Keep pushing. You're doing great. Sweat beaded off of her forehead, glinting in the sunlight. She closed her eyes, concentraiting. The atmosphere around her changed. Only other angels would be able to see it. She was creating a small tornado around herself, the air pressure greatly increasing. Lightning crashed in the small space she had created. Her eyes were glowing with the effort, and the wind was picking up. She let it loose, the atmosphere of the bigger space, the park, comepletely changing to her bidding. Some people screamed, others were fleeing, but she made sure she wasn't hurting anybody. She'd have to find a new place to practice, but this was worth it. She needed to know how to control her powers. What she didn't realize, was that with releasing her power, she had also sprouted wings. Like this, she was Sariel.

Alodia turned her eyes to the door, having adorned her training clothes which were composed of black yoga shorts, a black tank top, and a dark blue jacket. She had also tied her hand back so that it cascaded over her shoulders in a ponytail. Her bangs were clipped back and held in place. She started towards her bag which sat on the couch only to pause as the voice spoke up. Change of plans. Your going to practice somewhere that not many people will interrupt. "I was going to relax today and go for a jog. Maybe meet some friends" You will not. "But-" No. You will practice. "Fine." She glowered at the training bag and picked up the whole thing. She had the intention of picking out her water bottle but now she had to take the whole bag. "Perfect. You know, you never wanna help me do you?" I do. "Yeah. Right." She gritted her teeth and headed for the door, her huge bag slung over her shoulder.

"Okay, so where do you want to go?" She had stopped outside her apartment building. "I think the park is still a grand idea." She listened for a moment and the silence was menacing. "Hello? Phoning home, here?" I'm here. The park.... The indecisive voice trailed off and she sighed. "This is a new. Can we just go back to the original idea?" No. "Then what?" She snapped, getting slightly annoyed. Hush. Don't use that tone. I'm trying to help you. "Indeed, you say." I am. I don't think the park is a good idea but if you truly wish to do so I cannot stop you. "Thank you." She turned towards the direction of the park and headed for it.

Alodia stepped through the trees stiffly. She hated walking through the trees where bugs could attack at any minute with those ravaging mandibles but it was for the best. There was a clearing around here that would give a good way to get some privacy while training. She walked a bit further then stopped in the clearing and tossed the bag to the ground where it gave a ringing sound. She scanned the clearing suspiciously before shrugging off any bad feelings and leaning down to rummage through her bag. Be on guard. Don't relax. "Why?" She asked absently. You just need to be on guard. Always. She shook her head and pulled the recently bought weapon from the bag. "This feels so unreal." It is real. Feel the strength of the steel, let the glimmer of the blade focus your aim. "Don't get all strange on me now." Just telling you. She smiled and lowered the tip of the pole-arm to be level with her waist. "Then, shall we let the dance begin?" On my count. One. Two. Three! She stepped forward to begin with a twist, twirling the pole with her dominant right hand to the left side of her body and bringing her right foot up in a kick to the invisible opponent's side, before switching hand and stopping the blade with both hands to jab it forward in a hit to the chest to knock him or her off balance.

Good. That was nice but put more power into the twirl so that the timing for switching hands is perfect. Perfection is survival. "I know. I'm sorry." Don't worry you aimed for mostly all the right points. However remember to keep it randomized. "Yes." She spread her stance in defensive and jumped forward using her power of quickstep but had to dig her heels in as she tried to stop before she left the perimeter of the clearing. She gasped as her right foot slipped but she caught herself and rolled back and up to her feet with a cough as she tried to focus. Remember not to go to fast in close quarters. "Sorry." She took a few breathes and turned her head to look at the deep gouges in the ground where she had dug her heels in. After all this time she still needed more practice with that particular move. As long as there was a straight shot she could go free and do the move but in close quarters it was difficult without serious strength and she was completely there. You almost there. Stop worrying. Alodia nodded and leaned on her pole to rest. "Just a minute." Take your time, for now.

L.C's grin broadened. "All I've got it is this" she pulled the Roman dagger out of her pocket. "It's not to deadly... if you know how to use it." she winked up at Damian. Yes, up. She was only 5'5" for God's sake, one inch above the average. Still looking up at him, she smiled. "I also have powers..."


Mickey smiled at Rivera. "So I guess my act is up" she blushed. "Since you can read minds, I'm guessing you know I'm terrified of you." Don't admit your fear "She already knows, didn't you catch the part that she has telikenisis" she said, still looking at Rivera. She tuned out Danjal's voice just long enough to catch Rivera ask her how long she's known. "Well I've known about this war for maybe a month. I havn't met any of the others, but I think Danjal is trying to lead me towards others... like us." she sighed.

"Interesting. I wonder how you got that." Damian pondered. He shrugged off the winking. "So what happened when you ended up leaving and wandering about the World? I've been doing it for quite sometime now."

It was true, when Damian received his powers for the first time he was scared that he might hurt people with them so he fled and became a vagabond kind of person. He was wandering about New York for about a Month or so until now. He actually wondered how L.C. managed to leave.

"Powers, don't get me started on those." he said with a mocked pained look. "They usually get in the way of my training. I only use mine sparingly. Even IF I used them, would I have?"

"Leaving." sighed L.C, and edge growing on her face. "Typical story of a troubled child-hood. I tried to be out of the house as much as possible, my parents were ass-holes to my si- me, and now that I'm eighteen I'm finally out." she sighed, knowing she had left out some imporatnt parts of the story... especially the part that she had a demon sister. Lying is the best thing you can do came Malik, causing a frown to appear on L.C's face. Turning her attention back to Damian, she heard his remark on powers. "You must really love being an angel then" she smirked sarcastically at him.

"I am still human at heart." Damian said. "I am not a full blooded angel. I like being different but, it's scary, I have the power to manipulate lightning, lightning being the basis for when electricity was first discovered. With it I can do things, many things... but I don't know if I can use it properly."

He looked at L.C. when she turned her back on him. "Not that I don't mind being an angel, I just still feel human inside all these powers. That's all." he shrugged.

Rivera grinned. "Of course he is. The Gathering is coming. The battle will start, and the world is our battlefield. We will destroy them. Those angels aren't as powerful as they think they are." There was an evil undertone in the girls' voice as she spoke. She was perfect for being a demon. A surge of power hit her. Her eys widened. It was an angel. "Hey...if you're not ready for a fight, then I suggest you get out of here. Unless of course you want to observe. We've got an Angel at three o clock." She had a malicious grin on her face.

"Being an angel is probably the worst and best thing that has happned to me" said L.C, memories flooded with her demon sister. "My parents always told me that being an angel meant I had to be good, but I never wanted to be" A ghost of a smile appeared on her lips "Too much information, I know... It's just I've never really met anyone who I can explain this too. I've been around humans all of my life... They don't understand this." she motioned towards her forehead. I was always here for you came Malik, bringing back more memories of her sister.


Mickey listened to Rivera's last comment and winced. "Those angels aren't as powerful as they think they are." said Rivera. You don't know Leah she thought, instantly trying to push the thought from her mind. If Rivera was telekinetic, she didn't want to risk her secret being exposed. "We've got an Angel at three o clock" she heard Rivera say. "W-what?" she stuttered. Please don't be Leah she thought as Danjal's thoughts interupted her own, You will have to fight her sometime. Rolling her eyes, Mickey fake smiled up at Rivera. "Let's do this"

Chris! Sariel's voice snapped through her head, bringing her back to reality. A blast of telekinetic energy hit her, knocking her back. She skidded quite a few feet before stopping. She looked to her attacker.

And froze. The 6-6-6 across her forehead, matching her red hair...Sariel...can you tell who it is?

Asmodeuos. The demon of power

Chris gulped. She hadn't ecpected to face one so soon. And the power she could feel eminating from this girl, and the look in her eyes, it was as if she was more demon than human. She tucked in her wings, trying to calm down. She drew the dual swords. The girl began to speak.

"Asmodeous tells me you're Sariel. That true? Well, this'll be quite the nice showdown then, the angel of energy versus the demon of power. You look like a frightened rabbit." She shot another burst of energy, this time Chris countered with an energy field. "Hm, not bad. Try this one on for size, little girl."