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Amara Jones

"You never know until you try."

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a character in “Forbidden: Angels, Demons, & Humans”, as played by Jynxii

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Amara Jones


[FC: Dianna Argon]




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Age| 22

Gender| Female

Race| Angelic Demon Hunter

Occupation| Owns a flower shop

Height| 5’2”

Fun Fact| Her favorite flowers are white lilies and red tulips.

”White lilies mean, ‘I dare you to love me’ and red tulips mean, ‘everlasting love’
 Okay, so I’m a bit of a romantic?”




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Personality|

Amara is an extremely bright and caring young woman. She will almost always go out of her way to help anyone in need. This could be considered a weakness of hers, as she is often giving more than she should be. Because she is extremely caring, she gets herself hurt or into trouble. Amara is a ‘glass half full’ kind of girl, and enjoys life. She loves reading almost more than she loves chocolate covered strawberries. She is not an introvert, rather, she is very outgoing and accepting. However, with that said, Amara does not have that many friends. Sadly, most of them moved away to college when she chose to stay and work her mother’s shop.
Amara is terrible at lying, and not very good at being sneaky either. On the other hand, she is very good at keeping secrets! Then again, who would she tell? She loves animals, particularly birds, because her mother used to call he ‘little bird’. Robins and Blue Jays are her favorites. She secretly writes in a diary, religiously, every night. She’s a huge, huge scardie cat. Ghost stories and midnight walks are most certainly not for Amara. I mean, the girl sleeps with all of her limbs tucked under the covers for fear of a demon grabbing them if one dangles off.


Appearance|

She is a typical female. Not prettier, or uglier than the rest. She’s no model, by any means, but she is pretty easy on the eyes. Her own hues are the color of a sapphire being held to the light, or the color of the ocean in all of those professionally done photographs one sees in the travel books. Her skin is fair, with light freckles across her nose, cheekbones, and shoulders. Her hair is the color of honey oat with a few dyed highlights. She stands at a fun sized height of 5’2” and is a petite girl. As far as clothing goes, she generally prefers flats for shoes and dresses. You could say she’s a little old-fashioned. Due to her friends moving away she doesn’t keep up with the latest trends, so she wears whatever she can buy with the money she gets from the shop once the bills are payed. She might curl her hair and wear red lipstick if she’s feeling particularly fancy.

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Likes|
+ Rain
+ Sundresses and spring time.
+ Books, and the adventures she goes on inside them.
+ Animals, specifically bunnies and birds. Dogs and cats are nice, too.

Dislikes|
- Blue M&Ms
- Scary movies and books
- Cloudy days without rain or snow. “It’s like the sun is hiding from us..”
- Death, and things that represent death such as tombstones, graveyards, the color black, etc.




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History|

” My mother used to tell me stories about demons..”

“Then, the Demon King, SharkĂ», raised up his sword, and prepared to kill the Angel’s King, Aicecet!”

“But, Sartanis wouldn’t let him!” interjected the eight year old. Her mother smiled knowingly.

“That’s right! You see, Sartanis knew that without the Angles, the Demons would die. By her act, we were all saved.” Her mother would say, as she pulled the blanket up over Amara’s shoulders. “I wish I was as pretty as Sartanis.” Amara whispered. Her mother smiled, and leaned to kiss her forehead. “You already are, little bird.” “Then what, then what!” “You know the end of this story, Amara, we tell it every night!” Her mother chuckled and stood from the bed. “Yes, the Demons
 they, um
 they..” Amara stopped, trying to remember how the ending went.


Amused, her mother smiled and walked towards the door, turning to say, “ And so Aicecet, The Wonderful, banished SharkĂ» and all of his evil followers to below the Earth. Trapped, forever. The end.” With a final smile, her mother turned to the candle beside the door and blew it out, casting the room into darkness.

Today
Amara has grown up in a world of unbalanced darkness and light. She grew up in a middle-class family, and has taken over her mother’s flower shop. “ A flower around will lift any frown,” her mother would say. Her mother has since passed away, leaving only Amara and her father. He works at the local bakery and Amara manages the shop beside it. Their house is located above the bakery. Although she is twenty-two she still lives with her father, mostly to take care of him as he grows older.

So begins...

Amara Jones's Story

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“Yes, Mr. Berkly, I’ll have them ready by tomorrow. I’m sure she will love them. Yep! You, too!” With a gentle click, she returned the shop phone to it’s resting position. Mr.Berkly had gotten in deep with his wife, and was now trying to make nice with her with a beautiful bouquet of her favorite flowers. Yellow tulips. It was sweet that he remembered such things after twenty years of marriage. Amara walked out from behind the green counter, gently pushing the white fence-like door to make way for herself. With Lady Antebellum’s song, Downtown stuck in her head, she went about the shop straightening up the flowers. The shop had been fairly busy today. She wore a simple yellow dress, with short sleeves to cover her shoulders and two handy pockets in the front. Over her dress she wore a white apron that tied around her waist that had a large pocket sewn into the front. Her honey colored hair was pulled up in a lose bun this afternoon, and little wisps escaped from the clip.

While humming she set about pulling out a decent length of blue ribbon from the wall of multiple rows of flower decorations. Cutting it to just the right size, she placed it between her lips and grabbed a bucket with her left hand. With her right hand now free, she walked to the front of the store and slipped outside. The pleasant sound of a bell rang around her. The shop’s bell. She smiled. Her mother had always loved that bell. “There you are..” she mumbled, locating the row of yellow tulips she had on display outside today. With a triumphant smile she began to pile the flowers one by one into the bucket, only picking the ones with the best bloom potential.

As she was busy about her work, she happened to glance up. She didn’t know what made her do so, it wasn’t as if she didn’t do this every day. She had no reason to. She just did. What she saw made her pause, bucket in one hand, flowers in the other, ribbon in her mouth. Blinking as a curious owl would, she took in the odd sight before her. A stray dog? How strange. She knew almost everyone in town, and none of them had a dog like that
 Just then it began to drizzle. Luckily, she was standing under the outstretched awning of the shop so she wasn’t getting wet. Well, at least she’s under a tree.. she thought to herself as she turned back to the flowers. Loading up the rest of the tulips, she slipped back into the shop.

From the counter she could just barely make out the dog through the large bay windows in the front of the store. Every once in a while she would curiously glance up and out of the window at it. The rain was coming down harder now, in thick sheets. Raindrops raced down the panes of the windows. The poor thing
 Feeling a twisting in her gut, she sighed. The tulip arrangement was finished, and so was her work for the week, so she placed them in the fridge and then walked to the window. The sun was setting, and it was now a downpour out there. She reached over and flicked on the outside lamp, trying to see the dog through the rain.

With a frustrated sigh, she grabbed her yellow raincoat (Yes, she knows how silly it looks on her). Opening up the shop door, she stepped outside, under the awning. The rain was blowing at such an angle that she was still getting sprayed with bits of water that clinged as droplets to her hair. “Hey! C’mere girl!” she called, letting out a low whistle. “I don’t have any food for you!” she called with a frown. “But at least come out of the rain!” She glanced across the sidewalk at a woman that was staring oddly at her. “It’s a dog!” she called to the lady, a blush blooming in her cheeks. How silly she must look, calling to a dog as if it could understand her. It was never going to come to her without some food; but she didn’t have any. Dogs don’t eat bread! 
. Do they?

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Rilyanassë watched intently as a young looking girl came out of the building. She was busy gathering flowers. The young Prince watched as the girl went about her work. To be honest, he found her fascinating. He'd never really ever seen a Human before and had always been curious about them. He'd been told tales as a child..horrible ones about the Angels and Humans. They were the cause of their current residence. Yet..sitting here, watching the Human girl..these tales made no sense to him. She didn't look like she had any special powers so how was it that the Humans were one of the causes? He gave his fur covered head a small shake, trying to rid his mind of such things. It was exactly thoughts like these that had gotten him banished. It was then that he realized that the girl was looking at him. She was acting as if he was the strangest thing that she had ever seen. He decided not to hold her gaze, but continued to watch her. It was then that the rain began.

Rilyanassë's mood darkened at the sound of the cold water that was falling from the sky. He'd never seen rain, but knew very well what it was. As a child he'd always wanted to go up to the surface, to see the different elements that blessed the Earth. Now, he wished he was not there. How strange how ones priorities could change. The Demon moved backwards so that he was sitting as close to the tree as possible. He watched as the Human went back into her building. The Demon Prince wished so badly that he was not the way that he was. Why did he have to be so different? If only he'd heeded his father's words, he wouldn't have been there..stuck in the cold water. He watched the building still. It was something to do until dark fell.

As if a little rain wasn't enough, it was now coming down quite hard. Of course it was coming down so hard. ,thought RilyanassĂ«. His golden eyes regarded the raindrops. They were..pretty, strange and so many other things. The poor Demon was thoroughly drenched now. He noted that the sun was starting to set. The Demon was so very grateful. He'd be able to leave soon. If only his eyes had not been so sensitive to the bright rays of the sun. He would have been so very far by now. He saw the Human girl from earlier reemerge from the building, wearing some strange yellow outfit. “Hey! C’mere girl!” , the girl yelled, and whistled. Was she speaking to him? He was no girl. He did not move, deciding to stay put. “I don’t have any food for you!” ,the girl yelled again, “But at least come out of the rain!” RilyanassĂ« thought for a short moment. He could go inside. He would at least be dry. Giving as much of a huff that he could in his current form, the Demon rose from his seat. He took off through the cold water, running quickly to the girl. He really hoped that once they were inside she would realize that he wasn't a girl. That could get old quite quick. The Demon waited by the girl's side, not wanting to just go waltzing into a strange place by himself. He would follow her in when she was ready to go. Standing beneath the overhang of the building(he wasn't sure what it was called), he began to shake his body, trying to rid himself of the heavy water that was clinging to his dark fur. He then turned his bright golden eyes up to the girl, as if asking when they were going inside.

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To her amazement, the dog came running over to her. Well. That was easy enough. As the dog let out a shake of her fur, Amara squealed. Something glimmered by the dog, but she was too preoccupied to notice. Giggling, she pulled open the door and went inside, holding the door long enough for the pup to join her. Shivering, she locked the door and flipped the 'Open' sign to 'Closed' and turned off the front light. With a breathless sigh, she pulled the yellow hood from her head. Water raced down the sides of the plastic coat and she groaned at the puddle it was building. With a frustrated glare at the rain, she removed the coat and put it back on the coat rack by the door. She was dry, mostly. Her bun had sunk to the base of her neck, threatening to fall. She turned to the wet dog sitting in her shop, who looked pretty soaking wet. "You're soaked." she commented.

Looking around the shop, she ran her hands over her arms for warmth. "Mkay, mkay.... towels..." she thought aloud. Walking behind the counter, and leaving the fence-like door open for the dog, she went into the back of the shop. The back was lined with flowers and tables, ribbons and balloons. Typical things one would find in a flower shop. There was an ivy green door to the left, and Amara glanced over her shoulder to the dog. "Stay here, okay?" She opened the door, and at once the smell of hot bread could be smelled. This door was adjacent to her father's bakery. Flicking the lights off to her shop, she went inside the small room that the door led to. There was a spiral staircase to the right and another door, a yellow one, straight ahead. The yellow door would lead into the bakery, and the stairs led to her home. She quickly jogged up the stairs and made her way to the bathroom. Once there, she grabbed two towels and then made her way back down to the shop.

Once she had made it down the stairs she stopped, unsure how to proceed. The dog was dripping all over the floor, but she was unsure if it would let her dry it or not. Cautiously, she got onto her knees and sat on her heels about two feet from the dog. "My name's Amara... and, well.. you're dripping all over the floor, see?" she indicated the floor. "So, um... I'm going to dry you off, okay?" taking a towel in one hand, and holding out to the other, she gingerly reached out to the canine. Holding her breath, for fear of losing her hand, she gently touched the towel to it's fur. Letting out the breath she was holding when she wasn't mawled to death, she gently began to pat and rub the water from her fur. It was during this that she noticed something... "OHMY-- You're a boy!" she squeaked. Blushing, she giggled a little. "Sorry about that! And sorry for looking! I mean, I wasn't looking! I was just... Oh, nevermind.." Blushing heatedly she giggled at herself. It's just a dog, Amara. Really. It was then that she got a good look into his face. "Don't eat me, or anything, if you're a bad wolf, but... What beautiful eyes you have.." She stared at the golden orbs, almost transfixed for a moment. I've never seen a dog with eyes like that...

Snapping herself out of it, and once he was semi-dry, she grabbed the second towel and dabbed at herself. Reaching up, she removed the now almost pointless clip in her hair to let her hair fall down her back. Using the towel, she attempted to dry the damp ends of her hair. Regarding the dog, she looked him over. "My father is going to flip if he sees you.... I bet you're hungry..." Biting her lip, as she often does when she's thinking about something, she glanced to the bakery, then upward to the apartment. "I'm afraid I don't have any dog food. We haven't had a pet since mom died." Peeking back into the small half-way room, through the windows of the yellow door, she saw her father busy baking. Maybe if I could get him to my room...

"I'll try to find you something to eat. C'mon, boy." She quickly reached over and turned the lights out of the shop, which cast it in almost complete darkness as the sun was almost completely set outside. Surprised by how dark it was, she stopped to try and let her eyes adjust to the light.

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Rilyanassë watched as the girl got on her knees before him. What was she doing? "My name's Amara... and, well.. you're dripping all over the floor, see?" ,the girl..no..Amara said to him. He looked around him at the floor. He'd gotten quite a bit of water on the girl's clean floor. He felt bad about it. No! ,he thought, quite angrily. This was not what he was supposed to feel. He should not care. "So, um... I'm going to dry you off, okay?", Amara continued. The Demon did nothing but watch the Human. He'd never been this close to one before. The Human seemed as wary of him and he was of her. He felt her touch his thick fur with the fabric that she held in her hands. He still did not move. He closed his eyes as Amara dried him off. He had to admit it felt..nice. Suddenly he heard, "OHMY-- You're a boy!" . Amara said to the Demon. He noted that she was blushing. He could not understand why she was doing that. Of course..he didn't understand many things about Humans. "Sorry about that! And sorry for looking! I mean, I wasn't looking! I was just... Oh, nevermind.." The Demon only tilted his head to regard her better. Rilyanassë was a bit sad when she stopped working on him to work on herself. His golden eyes fixed upon her, he watched as she took her hair down and tried to dry it a bit. Most Demons did not resemble Angels or Humans and therefor most did not have hair. He'd never seen anyone fuss so about hair. Even though he himself had hair, he usually let it go the way that it was.

"My father is going to flip if he sees you.... I bet you're hungry...", Amara was speaking to him again. "I'm afraid I don't have any dog food. We haven't had a pet since mom died." Dog food? Why in the world would he want that? He was no dog. Oh right..she didn't know that. The Demon made a loud huff sound at the Human, trying to tell her that he didn't want dog food, anyway. Whatever it was, he was sure it was disgusting. The girl seemed to be in thought but just as Rilyanassë was about to nudge her back to the now, she spoke again. "I'll try to find you something to eat. C'mon, boy." He moved to follow her, but the Human stopped to turn the lights off. Oh No. The Prince knew what would happen if she saw his eyes. His golden irises would be glowing brightly in the dark. He hoped that she would not be frightened of him. He walked behind Amara, staying quite close to her. For some reason, he felt calm while he was around her. This was a feeling that he had not known in all of his life.

Rilyanassë had had a hard life. Much more so than most Demons. He was the only child of the Demon King and as such..so much was expected of him. He'd worked so hard, never allowing himself a moment of true rest. Yet, now, here he was not doing anything except pretending to be an animal and following a Human girl around. He liked it. It was a nice break from his normal routine. The Prince knew that some time soon he would need to work on removing his banishment.

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Amara heard him huff and giggled a bit. Perhaps he was tired? She gently closed the green door behind them and made her way up the twisting stairs. Every now and again she would glance down to make sure her father wasn't coming. At the top of the stairs was a white door, which she easily opened, and then once he was inside, closed again. They were standing in the living room, which was also connected to the open kitchen. Down the hall to the right was her room, her father's was on the left. She turned flipped on the lights, having not noticed the dog's glowing eyes. "This way." She led him down the hall to her room and opened the door. Gesturing for him to enter, and waiting for him to do so, she said "Wait here." She lightly tossed the two damp towels into a laundry basket sitting on the floor.

She gently closed the door on him and went to the fridge. Peering over it's contents she frowned. Moving to the cabinets, she shuffled through a few things until she came to some dried jerky. With a little shrug she pulled out to strands and replaced the remaining back into the cabinet. She was on her way back to her room when her father walked in. "Good day at the shop?" he asked, looking sweaty and tired from the bakery. "Yes, Papa. Mr.Berkly sent in another order." "Fighting with the misses again?" "Losing, I believe." She smiled. "Night, Papa."

Thankfully she was good at keeping her cool, because if she had had to lie she would have been found out immediately. Letting out a breath she didn't know she had been holding, she slipped back into her room, closing the door behind her. Her room was small, but cozy. Her bed was a double with a white iron frame and lacy yellow blankets and matching pillows. Her room was much like a teenagers room. The window seat on the far wall was her favorite, where she would sit and read in her free time. Now, the window showed a dark grey sky, with raindrops splattering against the pane.

"Here you go, boy.." Not trusting him to not eat her hand, by mistaking it for food, she gently tossed the two pieces at the dog's feet. She took a seat on the window seat and watched him curiously. "I wonder where you came from.." she said thoughtfully. What am I doing? I can't keep this dog here! What am I going to do with a dog?

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Rilyanassë did as the girl asked him. He sat down near her bed and waited. The Demon became slightly alarmed when the Human closed the door, leaving him alone in the small room. While Amara was gone, the Demon began to look around the room. It was far too brightly colored for his tastes. His room back home had been so very dark. The walls had been painted a deep red and had dark purple in a strange pattern upon it. He'd not had much furniture save for his large bed which was all blacks, purples, and reds. Now that he was thinking of his home..he missed it. Not so much his father but he did miss his mother terribly. This was the longest that he'd ever been away from home. He only wished to leave this bright world and return to the Underworld. Rilyanassë was sure that he was looking quite sad. He knew that he could not stay here with Amara. At least not without telling her what he was. He would have to wait though. He heard a man's voice speaking with the girl. Her father, most likely. He recalled her speaking of him.

The Demon remained quiet, not wanting to draw attention to himself or get the girl in trouble. He wondered when she would come back to him. He truly did not care for being in a strange room by himself..not that he would ever admit that to anyone. Then, there she was. She slid back into the room. Rilyanassë was very glad that she'd returned. His tail began moving of it's own accord, wagging fast. He stood and approached Amara. Perhaps there was a way to ease her into him not being a dog. "Here you go, boy..", Amara said to him as she tossed the food at him. He was not sure that he liked it when she threw the food at him. Was he not royalty? He'd never been treated like this. Yet, he could not stay angry. After all, she did not know who or what he truly was. The Demon began eating the dried meat that Amara had offered him. It was actually quite good. Demons were not known for their cuisine and therefore this was the best thing that the Prince had ever tasted. Before Rilyanassë knew it, the food was gone. He watched the girl as she watched him. He held her gaze steadily. "I wonder where you came from.." ,Amara said. Rilyanassë approached the Human. He then began to point his snout to the ground. He wondered if she would understand. The Prince felt as if he could trust this girl with his secret. Why..he did not know. He continued pointing to the ground, wishing so hard that she would understand. He didn't want to shift and scare the poor girl to death. Easing her into the idea of Demons was the way to go.

Rilyanassë Lifted his head to look at Amara again. Underworld. ,he thought as he pointed to the ground again. I am from the Underworld. Which would make me a Demon. I know that your kind at least knows of us...even if only through legend. He lifted his head again. This time he titled his head as he regarded Amara. He stayed this way for only a moment before going back to pointing at the ground. He had decided to continue this until the girl caught on. No matter how long it took, he would make her understand.

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Amara blinked from her window seat, watching the dog sniff the ground. "Hey, hey... If you have to go to the bathroom, don't do it in my floor." She watched him suspiciously. "Maybe you're just trying to get a feel for the house. Look, I can't keep you, okay? I mean, you're cute in all--" He's sniffing the ground again.... If he pisses in the floor, I swear... "--but I can't keep you. I don't think Papa would like it very much, first of all, and secondly... I've got a business to run. And it's not like you're a lap dog, you know? You're kind of a big dog."

She frowned and ran a hand through her hair, toying with the long strands a little. "I wish I could keep you, though. You sure are adorable, especially with those ey-- HEY, seriously, if you have to go pee, go to the door or something!" Why did he keep putting his nose to the floor? She stood, crossing her arms. "You have to go pee?" she asked, shifting her weight onto her hips. She hadn't had a dog in forever, but she remembered one Christmas that her mother brought home a Dalmatian puppy. She had named her Sartanis, after the Demon Queen that had saved Earth. As a puppy, Sartanis would sniff the ground when she had to go to the bathroom. Flashbacks of multiple potty messes ran through Amara's mind, and she feared for her tan carpet.

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Amara wasn't understanding him at all. She thought that he needed to pee...really? Rilyanassë was frustrated. Why was it so hard for her to understand. He stood staring at Amara for a long moment. Surely there was a way to communicate with her in this form. He just didn't know what to do. He began looking around the room, trying to find something that he could use. It was no use. There was nothing low enough that he could get. He walked to a spot closer to Amara. He stared at her intently for a moment before pointing once more. He made sure that he wasn't moving at all, just slowly breathing. He raised his eyes to her. He'd decided to remain in that spot until she caught on. He stood that way for some time. His back and neck were beginning to hurt. Why were Humans so dense? He was slightly angry at her for not being able to realize what he was trying to say. He shook his head, fur flying, and stomped the ground with one paw. Come on! Say it!! Underworld. If that didn't work he'd have to somehow turn the lights off so that she could see his eyes. That would do it. Either that or she'd just plain out freak on him.

Rilyanassë continued with his pointing, though he was getting close to giving up on this tactic. Perhaps he'd placed too much belief into the girl. He sighed and stood straight. He made his way slowly to the strange mechanism that was upon the wall. He'd seen the girl use it to turn the artificial lights on. He looked back at Amara, wishing that he didn't have to do this. He stood up on his back legs and stretched so that his claws could reach the strange mechanism. He allowed himself to slid back down, the lights going out. The Demon turned around and approached the Human girl. He knew that now she would know that there was something different about him. His golden eyes glowed brilliantly in the darkness. He moved until he was close enough to touch her with his snout, though refrained from touching her. He wondered what she would do now.

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Amara watched in confused amusement as the dog repeatedly moved it's head up and down. What on earth was he doing? What a silly dog. She smiled and leaned against the wall in the window seat, watching him. How she wished she could keep him. Things were sort of lonely around here, despite having her father around. He was all work, mostly. Always busy with the bakery. She missed her friends. Suddenly she felt very lonely. They had all moved away to college when she decided to stay here to take over her mother's shop. Maybe it wasn't the best of ideas after all? No. She couldn't have just let her mother's hard work be sold away to some foreign family. The flowers needed her, just like she needed the flowers. They made her feel close to her mom. Coming out of her thoughts, she refocused on the dog. If I didn't know any better, I'd say you look frustrated... she thought, dipping her head to the side. Suddenly the dog got up and walked towards the door. "Ahhh, see I knew you had to--" Why is he reaching for the-- he can turn lights on and off?! Amazed, she watched as the room was cast into darkness, with only the light from the streetlight outside barely pouring into the window.

When he turned around, she froze. Unable to move, she watched in shock and slight horror as the glowing eyes approached her and sat down. Her mother's voice sounded in her head "Demons, with glowing eyes and teeth like razors.." Amara began to tremble a little. She backed herself up against the glass of the window, pulling her legs away from him and as close to herself as possible. "Y-you're not a d-dog.." A whimper was building in her throat, and she wanted to cry out for her father, but something stopped her. The Angel's banished the demons... they didn't exist in the world anymore... that could only mean... She relaxed almost instantly and her horror was replaced with awe. "Are you an Angel?" she whispered, eyes wide. An Angel! In her bedroom! Oh, if only her mother could see! They were real! They were! Oh, how amazing! Her heart nearly jumped from her chest.

So all of the stories her mother used to tell her when she was little was true.. And that meant that Sartanis was real! All the stories... all her dreams... So she really did have Angels protecting her, and here was one now! Come to comfort her in her moment of loneliness. Well, it isn't a fairy godmother to take me to the ball, but... I'll take it. Thank you, mom.. Thank you so much!

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Rilyanassë continued to stare at the girl. She at least seemed to have figured out what he truly was and she was reacting just the way he had feared. No one in their right mind liked Demons. They were always portrayed as monsters only trying to destroy everything good in the world. Amara was trying to get as far away from him as she could in her current spot. "Y-you're not a d-dog.." , Amara whimpered. No shit., Rilyanassë thought. It had taken him a few times before getting through to the girl. Suddenly, Amara seemed to relax. Oh no. He saw the awe that was written upon her face. "Are you an Angel?" she asked him. Did he look like an Angel to her? He was sure that he was quite the opposite. Amara obviously had heard of what had happened so very long ago. He realized that he'd not answered the girl. He gave his head a soft shake, clearly replying to her with a no. She would most likely go back to fearing him. That was alright with him. He would much rather her hate him than be mistaken for a Angel. The Demon backed up from the girl, trying to give her some space. His intentions had not been to frighten the Human, but merely reveal to her that his kind existed.

Rilyanassë huffed loudly and turned, making his way back to the strange mechanism. He reached up so that the lights would come back on. He dropped back down to the floor. He looked at the girl and made his way to the middle of the room and laid down so that he was facing Amara. He was sure that she hated him now. For some reason, this saddened him. He wanted her to like him...be as excited about meeting him as she had been, thinking that he was an Angel. He was a cursed being, though, and as such was not meant for happiness. He was sure that he was looking quite the depressed mongrel at the moment. He'd been excited at the prospect of telling someone what he was, but the way that Amara had reacted..he just couldn't get it out of his mind.

Rilyanassë couldn't help but wonder what exactly the Humans remembered of the War. Was their vision of the events blinded by the Angels? Or, perhaps they knew exactly what had happened. He was not sure and doubted if he'd ever be able to ask a Human. If they all reacted as Amara did to meeting a Demon..he didn't want to tell anyone else. He would remain on the surface, as a dog. He would wonder the world, trying to please his father all the while trying to hide from the Angels. It would almost be easier to off himself. It would not be easy, seeing as how Demons healed themselves quickly. He was pathetic. Laying here upon the floor, watching Amara, and trying to decide the best method of suicide. No. It was no use. There would be no way for him to do it himself. He would have to draw in the attention of the Angels. They would be able to easily rid him from the world as long as he was not fighting back.

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Amara's stomach twisted a little as he shook his head. So he wasn't an Angel. Her heart sank slowly to the bottom of her stomach, and she watched as he turned the lights back on and looked rather miserable. He seemed to drop himself on the floor and she bet if he were human he would be crying. Sadness swept over her like a stuffy hot blanket, choking the air out of her. She cast her eyes down, and then over to him. "My mother used to tell me stories about Demons." She looked out the window now, wrapping her arms around herself, and glancing over at him. "She told me that Sartanis, the Demon Queen, saved us all... and that Demons were trapped below Earth.... so if you're not a dog, and you're not an Angel... then how did you get up here?" Dread filled her stomach. Was there a hole in the veil between the worlds? Were more demons pushing through? Would there be another Great War, like from the story books, only this time she'd live to see it?

Suddenly she felt bad for judging him. What if he based his judgement of humans on the stories he's probably heard? What if he was judging all humans based on her! Suddenly she felt very guilty. "I... I'm sorry. I just.... I've never met something like you before." What could she say? What do you say to Demons? Do you talk about the weather? World domination? Life in purgatory? Her mother had never taught her any of that, did not prepare her for this. Her father had never been a huge supporter of her mother's stories to begin with. To him, they were just that. Stories. The Great War happened hundreds of years ago. The only remaining evidence of the battle lay in the words of the storytellers. She had never seen an Angel in person, but she had heard stories of people being saved by them. I suppose if I can accept that Angels are real... I'll have to accept that Demons are too..

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Rilyanassë's head shot up as Amara began speaking to him. "My mother used to tell me stories about Demons.She told me that Sartanis, the Demon Queen, saved us all... and that Demons were trapped below Earth.... so if you're not a dog, and you're not an Angel... then how did you get up here? " He looked at her, knowing the only way to answer he would be to shift. To reveal his true self to her. Now that he could without scaring her too badly, he hesitated. In his hesitation, Amara spoke again. "I... I'm sorry. I just.... I've never met something like you before." So now he was a something. If he could have rolled his eyes, he would have. The Demon Prince stood up, keeping his eyes on Amara. Yes. He would show her what he truly was.

Rilyanassë took a deep breath, and then closed his eyes. A bright light seemed to consume him, blocking him from Amara's view. He felt his small limbs slowly begin to stretch and break. His fur began to disappear. Before he knew it, he was standing upright. His short black and white hair was upon his head. His fingers were normal again. The only thing that he was missing was his wings. His father had taken them. Sadness washed over him. He felt even more vulnerable now. The light slowly began to disappear from around him. His golden eyes were still on Amara. He wondered how she would react to what he was going to tell her. He realized then, that this Human girl was taller than he. This intrigued him. He stared at her for a long moment. "I am Rilyanassë, son of Sharkû and Sartanis." He paused for a moment, allowing the information to sink in. "I am upon the surface because I have been banished from the Underworld. My father cast me from my home to wonder this place until I can prove to him that I am worthy of my ranking..and race." He took another deep breath. He wondered what she was thinking. He really hoped that he'd not scared her too badly.

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Amara winced and covered her eyes as a bright light took over her room. Hopefully her father wasn't looking at the crack under the door, because surely it would be flooded with light now. Blinking as the light went away she, looked into his face, and was a little shocked. Demons were supposed to be these huge ugly things, yet here one stood. An inch shorter than her, and quite handsome. Lucifer was said to be the most handsome of Angels before he was cast out of Heaven, though. "I am Rilyanassë, son of Sharkû and Sartanis." he said, but she could only gape. I his pause she found herself marveling at him. The son of Sartanis! No wonder he was so handsome! "I am upon the surface because I have been banished from the Underworld. My father cast me from my home to wonder this place until I can prove to him that I am worthy of my ranking..and race." So, he wasn't like other demons. That explained why he didn't eat her yet. But if he was being punished, then why would his father send him where all demons wanted to go?

Wait a minute... Sartanis was queen of the underworld.... That makes him a PRINCE! Shock flooded her system. And she had thrown jerky at him! Embarrassed, and confused, she blushed and finally closed her mouth from gaping at him. He had said that he was banished... so... he was alone, too. "And.... how do you prove that you're worthy...?" she asked gently. Suddenly the idea of baby sacrifices and slaughtering virgins came to mind and made her tense up again. What if he was sent to Earth to start the next war; to earn his way back into the Underworld!? She was torn in half. Part of her wanted to learn everything about him, the other part wanted to be as far away from him as possible.

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Rilyanassë's golden eyes watched Amara as she flicked through several different emotions. He slowly made his way over to her bed. He sat down, pulling one leg up to lean on. He wondered about her. She seemed different than most Humans that he had passed by over the past couple of days. She pulled at his heart in such a way he'd never felt before. Perhaps it was only because she did not seem to afraid of him now that he'd revealed himself to her. He wasn't sure. The Demon Prince sighed heavily upon hearing Amara's question. "And.... how do you prove that you're worthy...?" He looked to her, holding her gaze. He tilted his head at her, thinking of how to answer her. It would not be easy to earn his worth. "I am not sure, I'm afraid. My father is not known for speaking clearly of his intentions." he said to Amara, looking down. He'd never felt so lost before in all of his long life. He feared that he would have to live upon the surface fore the rest of eternity.

The Demon Prince thought for a moment. What would show his worth? The only thing that he could come up with, was the death of Aicecet and any of his kin. He was the reason, or so his father thought, that the Demons had been cursed. "The only thing that I can think of..would be the death of Aicecet. Not that it matters. I have no interest in hunting down..their kind. I would rather be stuck here, on the surface, than fight an Angel." ,he said. After speaking, Rilyanassë realized what he'd just said. He gave his head a shake, trying to rid his mind of such things. That was exactly part of the reason that he'd been banished. Why couldn't he just want to see the destruction of the fairer race? Why did he have to be so much like his mother? Why couldn't he have just been a normal Demon, one that loved to murder and kill and drink the blood of his enemies. He'd not realized that he'd stopped talking to Amara. He was not used to someone wishing to speak with him.

Rilyanassë spoke, "How is it you know of my Mother?" He wondered if Amara would notice how much more affectionately he spoke of Sartanis. It was quite common knowledge down below that the Prince preferred the Queen over the King. He couldn't believe that he'd gotten himself banished. Who was going to protect Sartanis against his father now?

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Amara regarded him with a long stare, holding her eyes steady on him. He had asked how she came to know of his mother. "My mom used to tell me bedtime stories of the Great War... It is mostly legend now. No one takes them seriously. They're just bedtime stories mothers tell their children to keep them out of trouble." So, he didn't know how he was going to prove himself to his father. Not that I'd know how to come back from banishment from the Underworld... but why choose Earth to banish someone to? Is it really that bad here? Softening, she slowly stood from her window seat and gingerly sat beside him on the bed. "You, um... aren't going to eat me or anything, are you?" She gave a little laugh, but her question was completely serious.

What on Earth was she doing!? In her mind, she began to panic, but she kept her facial expression calm and collect. Should she be contacting Angels? How the hell do you contact Angels? It's not like I have them on speed-dial... besides... he was banished for being a bad demon... so, I guess... I mean does that mean.... If he's a bad demon, does that make him good? Thoughts and questions bubbled through her mind, and she was just about to say something else when she realized something.

He was completely naked.

Her eyes went wide and she vaulted off the bed, squeaking. Grabbing her robe from the back of her door she threw it at him. "MY GOD YOU'RE NAKED!" A heated blush bloomed in her cheeks and she stood with her back to him, heart hammering. "It's okay, I didn't see! I'm sorry! Just, um. Put the robe on!" she felt like her face was on fire. She had been so caught up with learning more about him that she completely failed to notice the fact that he had changed from dog to human-like and dogs didn't wear clothes. She groaned inwardly. He's going to think all humans are ditzy perverts...

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Rilyanassë smiled as he heard Amara's question. "You, um... aren't going to eat me or anything, are you?" "Of course not. Wouldn't I have already done so, if I were going to?" he asked Amara. He was surprised that she would get so close to him. After all, Amara didn't really know what he would do. The Demon Prince was lost in thought. He was at a loss as to what to say to the Human. Amara almost gave him a fright when she jumped from the bed, squeaking. Then, a piece of material hit him in the head. "MY GOD YOU'RE NAKED!", Amara said. Rilyanassë noted that she had her back turned to him. He did not understand the problem. In the Underworld, it mattered little if you wore anything at all. "It's okay, I didn't see! I'm sorry! Just, um. Put the robe on!" He just stared at her for a long moment before turning his gave to the material in his lap. He'd never seen anything like it before. He played with it for a moment before figuring out how it worked. He quickly adorned the robe..Amara called it. Perhaps he'd better say something. "I am sorry. It is nothing in the Underworld to wear no clothing. I did not think." he said, somewhat sadly. He truly missed the darkness, yet..he was enjoying his time with Amara. He was learning so much already. If he was ever able to go back home, he was hoping to be an expect on Humans. That would be something to be proud of, yes?

Rilyanassë turned to Amara. "I am..decent now." he said to her. He was still eyeing the clothing. He was unsure of it. It was almost laughable to him..that he was able to fit into it. It was a female's clothing, after all. No one would see him, though, so it mattered little. He sat back down upon the bed. He wondered if Amara would sit near him again. For some reason, he'd enjoyed it. Even in the Underworld, Rilyanassë hadn't allowed many females near him. It wasn't that he didn't care for them, no, quite the opposite. His looks generally turned most away. He reminded them too much of either a Human or Angel. It was always different. He'd quickly learned that he would most likely spend most of his immortal life alone. He liked to tell himself that he was alright with that, but..really..he wasn't. He longed for someone who cared for him, truly. "I am sorry if I frightened you earlier." he said softly. It was a bit random and he did not care. He wanted her to know that he'd not meant to scare her at all, which was why he'd tried to get her to guess what he was.

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"Of course not. Wouldn't I have already done so, if I were going to?" He made a good point. "I am sorry. It is nothing in the Underworld to wear no clothing. I did not think." She had to pause at this, toying with her hair with her back still turned to him. So, everyone was naked in the Underworld? How... strange. Maybe it really was a place of torture... but if it was, then why did he want to be there instead of Earth? Earth was amazing! She loved it here! Then again... she'd never known anything else. "I am..decent now." She slowly peeked over her shoulder, and then turned around. She was still blushing, but she managed to smile. He looked a little silly in her yellow duck robe, but it was better than him being naked. She noted the fact that he was about her size, and fit quite well in the robe. His father had really cast him into a world he didn't know-- butt naked? That seems a little ridiculous. Even for a demon.

She pulled her hair to one side and began to braid it thoughtfully. "I am sorry if I frightened you earlier." His voice was so gentle, so smooth.. like warm honey. His presence filled the room. "I-It's alright.." she managed to say, blushing once again. "I guess I could have taken it a little better... I mean... not every day I have a demon in my bedroom!" she tried to sound lighthearted. She looked to the door, wearily. There was no way she was going to be able to hide him for long. Not here. She recalled him saying his name; Rilyanassë. Rahlyahnsassy.... no, that's not it... er... "Do you have a nickname?" She knew it was a little random, but she couldn't call him by his name. It was a little too complicated, her tongue just didn't move that way.

Why was she worried about giving him a nickname? He coudn't stay here! But I can't leave him out on the streets, either! What would mom say.. She went back over to the window seat and stood beside it, looking out at the now dark skies. "Um... so... What are you going to do?" she tried to ask it as nicely and gently as she could. She didn't want him to feel unwelcome here, but at the same time she needed to know his agenda. Was he going to go on a killing spree? He certainly didn't seem like that kind of demon. Would he be gone by the morning? Can he only be out of his dog form at night? Would Angels come to kill him? All the thoughts made her dizzy, and she slowly sank to sit on the window seat. I just wanted to help a dog, mom... I didn't know I was inviting a demon into the house... but now that's he's here... I can't ask him to leave, either. He has nowhere else to go...

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Rilyanassë gazed at the Human. He seemed to be doing that quite a bit. Why, he wasn't sure. He didn't mind much but he was afraid that Amara did. "I-It's alright..I guess I could have taken it a little better... I mean... not every day I have a demon in my bedroom!", Amara said to him. He could tell that she was still a bit unnerved by his presence. He could not blame her. She had not believed in Demons nor Angels truly before meeting him. He felt terrible. He had not wanted to shake her beliefs. He'd not thought that a possibly at the time. He removed his golden eyes from her and began looking around the room. He still couldn't believe how much more different it was from his own. "Do you have a nickname?" Amara asked him. The Demon returned his gaze to the Human. A nickname...he had one that his Mother called him. Could he allow Amara to refer to him by that name as well? He pondered of this for some time before smiling softly at the girl. "Yes, I do. You may call me Rily." he said, watching her for a reaction. He decided not to tell her that no one else called him that. At least..not right now. Perhaps later on. What was he thinking. He should be leaving soon. He could not expect this Human to want him to stay. He did not look forward to traveling through this bright world..alone. He wished to return home...so very badly.

Rily wasn't sure what to do or say, now. He was so very out of place in this world. Even here, sitting with a pretty girl, he knew not what to do. Luckily, Amara spoke again. "Um... so... What are you going to do?" What was he going to do. A fair question. One that he wasn't completely sure of the answer. "I'm..not sure. I suppose I shall leave you soon so that I can get a fair distance from here. I cannot travel during the day. My eyes are not adjusted to the light up here. As to where I'm going..I'm not sure. I guess that I'll just have to wander your world until I've proven myself. Though..I doubt that will happen any time soon. I am afraid I would have to kill many innocents in the process and I'm not willing to do that." he said, looking sad. He truly wasn't sure what was going to happen to him.

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"Yes, I do. You may call me Rily." She smiled. Rily was much easier to say! "Rily... Well, it's nice to meet you! Even if it's a little odd." She had to laugh a little. Never in a million years did she think she'd ever be sitting in her bedroom talking so casually with a demon. They weren't so bad... why had her father always made them sound so evil and ugly? Looking him over, in her yellow duck robe, he looked anything but ugly or threatening. Even in his dog form he looked adorable. "I'm..not sure. I suppose I shall leave you soon so that I can get a fair distance from here." "Leave? To where?" "I cannot travel during the day. My eyes are not adjusted to the light up here." She nodded. So that's why he was sitting under the tree in the rain. The poor thing! How was he ever going to get anywhere? " As to where I'm going..I'm not sure." She glanced out the window sadly. He's not much older than I am... anyway, he doesn't look like he is. " I guess that I'll just have to wander your world until I've proven myself. Though..I doubt that will happen any time soon." "So, you're just supposed to walk around like a hobo for the next however-many-long years?" " I am afraid I would have to kill many innocents in the process and I'm not willing to do that."

Kill people? Her stomach turned over again. Good thing she had a light dinner, or she might feel the need to puke. 'I'm not willing to do that', his voice was soft and gentle. Something about him made her soften and look to him. He looked so small, sitting on her double bed. Why had his father done this to him? "Well... if it means anything... I wish all demons were like you.... maybe then you would all live up here, and not down there, and maybe we could have all lived together peacefully like we do with the Angels." It wasn't fair that he was born into the role of the antagonist. He had such potential to be good; why must he be bad? Because of the blood in his veins? Were some people just born bad? Did they have no choice at all? What about destiny, what about fate? Was there really no way to change your stars?

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Rily was not quite sure why he was being so open with this Human. He had never even been this open with any other Demon before. He was confused by what he was feeling. He only knew that they were things he most definitely shouldn't have been feeling these emotions. The Demon wasn't sure if he was feeling these things because he was upon the Earth's surface or because of Amara. "Well... if it means anything... I wish all demons were like you.... maybe then you would all live up here, and not down there, and maybe we could have all lived together peacefully like we do with the Angels.", Amara said. Rily regarded her for a moment, wondering if she meant what she had said. He doubt it. Why would a Human wish to share their world with the most vile of creatures the world had ever known? Rily could not understand. Amara was so strange to him and yet..she reminded him somewhat of Sartanis. His mother was a most kind and good Demon, which was unusual in itself. His father had seemed to put up with his mother's tendencies but not Rily's. Though in his mind the young Demon understood, in his heart he did not. Was he not SharkĂ»'s own flesh and blood? Why did he judge him so? The Prince gave his head a small shake. This was not the time nor place to be pondering such things.

Rilyanassë smiled at Amara. "Though I appreciate your kind words, but they are just that. Words. I'm afraid that we could never live together as you wish. There was a reason that we were cursed. My father proved long ago that you cannot trust my kind. We are nothing but monsters. Beasts that wish only to devour any happiness that we come across." He was making one last effort to get the girl to realize that he was not someone to be trusted. He was the same as his father. A blood thirsty beast that wished only the downfall of the Angelic Realm. "We seek only to rule the world..not to share it." Rily knew that Amara wouldn't believe that he was like that. He'd already revealed as much to her. He was only reciting what had been drilled into his head for so many long years. Perhaps that would get him back into the Underworld? When Rily thought about it..it probably wouldn't be that easy.

Rily knew that he had to be careful if he was to remain on the Earth's surface. Rumors had begun flying around the Underworld as of late. Though Rily normally didn't participate in the war meetings, his Mother had spoken to him of something that she had heard. The Angels had begun to notice that some of the more powerful Demons had been coming through to the surface. The Angels had recruited Demon Hunters to bring down these rogue Demons. Rily had not thought much of it at the time, he'd not been planning on getting banished but now that he was here..upon the surface, these Demon Hunters were something that he needed to worry about. No one in the Underworld had known if these Hunters were Angels or Humans. Rily's Mother had spoken as if, whatever they were, they were quite powerful. He would have to be so very careful up here, yes. He did not plan on dieing any time soon.

As the Demon Prince starred at Amara, he couldn't help but wonder how much she knew of his kind. "Will you tell me..what you know of my kind?" he asked quietly. He was unsure if she would even still want to speak to him after what he'd said a few moments before. His damn curiosity got the better of him. Again. When would Rily learn to just not ask questions and just do? If his father had been there, he would have been quite disappointed in Rily and his actions. He should have killed this Human girl, yet..he just couldn't. Rily couldn't even imagine ever hurting her. Strange. he thought as he waited to see if she'd speak to him. Why should he care if she was hurt or not?

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"Though I appreciate your kind words, but they are just that. Words. I'm afraid that we could never live together as you wish. There was a reason that we were cursed. My father proved long ago that you cannot trust my kind." "You can't all be like that..." "We are nothing but monsters. Beasts that wish only to devour any happiness that we come across." She watched him carefully. Why was he saying all this? He sounded as if he were reading it from a book instead of just talking about something that he really believed in. "We seek only to rule the world..not to share it." He says 'we' but what I really think he means is; They. "If the world is so great, then why would your father send you here as punishment? I mean... if you're so terrible at being a demon... why send you to a place that you can just be you? The world is full of people that are a little... well... different... And, well, they find people that are a little different, and then they make friends... and then, they... Well, then they don't feel so different anymore." She had to smile. His idea of being so lonely seemed silly to her.

His father had not cursed him... he had set him free! If Rily wasn't like other demons because he was too good then maybe he belongs here on Earth? Rily was being very quiet. Maybe she had said too much? Just then, in a voice so gentle and soft, he said, "Will you tell me..what you know of my kind?" She paused. What an odd thing to ask. "My mother, as I've said like.. a billion times now.. used to tell me stories. But my dad was the one who really described the demons. He said that you were all bloodthirsty, grotesque, heartless, beasts... As tall as trees and as fast as lightning... You move like shadows and you devour all in your path... Of course, when I say your I mean demons.. not... you.. specifically." She winced and looked at him with a weak smile. "I hope I haven't offended you. I bet you have some pretty bad memories of what you were told about humans." She thought of some of the people that she knew. Fat people, sickly skinny people, people with zits, people with weird hair cuts and colors, people with tattoos all over their bodies and big piercings in their face. Yes. She could see how demons might think they're a little.. okay, maybe very.. strange.

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Rilyanassë listened intently as Amara spoke. He enjoyed listening to her. Her voice was beautiful. Perhaps..she did make a point. If his father wanted to rule Earth so badly, why was it punishment for him to be sent there? His father knew how much Rilyanassë loved the Underworld. Perhaps that was why instead of torture the King had sent him to the surface. Of course, the Prince may not even survive. He would have to make sure to stay away from any Demon Hunters or Angels..not that he'd ever seen either. He would have to make sure to be very careful and sitting on a Human's bed..chatting wasn't the most sensible thing to be doing. The Demon could not force himself up, though. He was enjoying speaking with Amara. He only wished that she was enjoying it as well. "My mother, as I've said like.. a billion times now.. used to tell me stories. But my dad was the one who really described the demons. He said that you were all bloodthirsty, grotesque, heartless, beasts... As tall as trees and as fast as lightning... You move like shadows and you devour all in your path... Of course, when I say your I mean demons.. not... you.. specifically." , Amara said, her voice running over him. She gave him a weak smile and continued. "I hope I haven't offended you. I bet you have some pretty bad memories of what you were told about humans." The Demon had tilted his head to the side a bit as he listened to the girl. He was confused. Why would her father think that he knew anything about Demons? He pushed the thought from his mind, for the time being.

He smiled gently at the girl. "I have actually studied quite a bit about your kind. Though, of course, most of what we know is from before the Great War. Though I am..well..was supposed to one day become King, I think that I would much rather be a scholar. Something greatly needed in the Underworld. I doubt that my father would be pleased by that." ,he said softly. Suddenly, Rilyanassë 's form went rigid. He'd sensed something coming. He stood from the bed quickly, looked to the door, and then back to Amara. He had nowhere to go. As if in the blink of an eye, the Demon transformed back into his animal form. Must faster than before. Earlier, he'd put on a bit of a show for the Human girl. He had no time for that now. He quickly made his was under the girl's bed to hide. He was still able to see what was happening. It was then that he realized that he'd not moved the the robe after it had fallen from his body. The girl's bedroom door swung open, a man standing there. This was probably her father..but what did he want?

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Amara's father had been standing by the door for some time. He had noticed the bright light that shot from under her door, and had been eavesdropping since. A demon. In his daughter's bedroom. He walked quietly back to his own room and picked up the phone. "Shame the weather is so dreary," he said into the line when it was answered. "Oh?" came a soft male voice on the other end. "It's raining cats and dogs here." There was a click, and Mr. Jones hung up his end. He bent to one knee and slowly smoothed his hand under his bed. A bump. Yes. He gently pressed on it, and felt the secret compartment open up. He took out what he was after and proceeded down the hall towards Amara's room. "was supposed to one day become King, I think that I would much rather be a scholar. Something greatly needed in the Underworld. I doubt that my father would be pleased by that." He heard. The prince. He reached for the door and swung it open, keeping one arm outside of the room and behind the wall.

"OH! Papa!" Amara stood quickly, blushing. "You startled me," she giggled. He eyed her suspiciously. His dark blue hues took in the room inch by inch until it came to the fallen bathrobe. He looked to his daughter, still fully dressed in a damp yellow dress, with her shoes still on. He returned his eyes to the bathrobe and stared hard. His eyes moved to the bed. There was an indent slowly rising from her memory foam mattress. The demon was still in here. ".... Papa?" Gingerly, Amara moved over and picked up the robe. "What's wrong?" she asked, trying to keep her voice as level as possible. Without answering her, he swung his hidden arm out from behind the door frame. He held some sort of machine-gun bow. It looked like a cross bow, but with a large round cylinder filled with other arrows. "Papa! What are you-- DON'T!" His pointer finger pulled down on the trigger and at once arrows began to fly in the direction of her bed. The force of the arrows drove them through the mattress.

Amara could only scream and stumble backwards, terrified. She had never seen her father like this. Just then, her window above her window seat was busted in, sending shards of glass into the air. Time seemed to stand still for Amara. Everything happened in slow motion. The arrows were flying into her bed, glass flew by her face, and in from the window came not one, but two Angels. They looked beautiful. Both male, both with beautiful white wings. They looked ready to kill something. Rily!

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Rilyanassë had watched as Amara's father stared at her. The Demon would be lying if he said that he was not scared. There was something a bit off with Amara's father. He recalled her telling him of how he'd told her what Demons were and how he'd made sure to go into so much detail. It clicked. No. It couldn't be. Had he walked into a Demon Hunter's home? This was not good. It would only be a matter of seconds before the man would realize that he was still there. That was when it happened. The man pulled his arm into view. That bow could be trouble if Rilyanassë allowed himself to be injured by it. He'd heard before that the Humans would dip their arrows into Holy Water. They believed that it would kill a Demon. He would not die from a few but the purity of many sure could do some damage. He had to act quickly. The Demon had moved farther back under the bed. He would have to wait until the exact moment that the man tried to attack him. He could no longer see Amara nor her father but the girl's voice frightened him into action. "Papa! What are you-- DON'T!" The Demon quickly removed himself from under the bed. The Human did not seem him hiding beside of the bed, now. This was good.

The Demon heard Amara's scream. It almost moved him into action but he held back. He was assuming that the man wouldn't hurt his child, though he wasn't sure. Rilyanassë heard glass shattering. That couldn't be good. He felt a terrible cold grip his heart suddenly. Something that he'd never experienced before. He could only guess as to what was causing it. That was when he heard the most terrible sounding voices that he'd ever heard. "Stop wasting your arrows, mortal. Now, girl," one of the beings said, gripping Amara's shoulder quite hard, "Where is the Demon?" Rilyanassë could see the Light Being touching the Human that had been so kind to him. He was at a loss as to what to do. If he so much as moved he would be spotted. He thought long and hard. If he could get the Light Beings' attention from Amara, she could get away from the danger.

Rilyanassë could feel his heart, seemingly trying to escape from his chest. He'd never been so frightened before. The Demon did not think that he had many options. If he shifted to fight, he'd be naked. He could not imagine trying to fight without anything on. Even in the Underworld they wore something into battle. He would have to try to protect himself and the Human girl in his animal form. He hesitated for only a moment. The Demon took off running as fast as he could at the Angel that was trying to get information out of Amara. He lept up, his long fangs revealing all the emotions that his enemy needed to know. As the Demon came close to the Angel's shoulder, he latched onto the Angelic flesh, blood flying out of the wound. The Angel's blood was disgusting and burned Rilyanassë's mouth. The Angel released Amara to focus on the Demon that was so close to his throat. The Angel that had been merely watching quickly pulled out a dagger, and moved quickly to help his companion. The Demon saw this, but did not know where to go. He did not move and felt the blade sink into his side, deeply. The Angel did not have a chance to remove the blade before Rilyanassë was standing on the ground again, but in front of the broken window now. He'd clawed his way over the Angel he'd wounded.

Now, the Demon stood, un-moving. His side was throbbing but he did not have time to worry about it. He looked to Amara, as if asking her to come with him, to move to stand by his side. He was going to attack them and wished not to harm the girl. He waited only long enough for the girl to have a chance to get out of the way. His golden eyes were glowing now. He concentrated the space in front of him. Quickly, a dark glowing sphere appeared. The Demon moved his head forward, sending the powerful ball of energy towards those that meant him harm. All three beings were sent flying backwards and through the wall. Most of the girl's room was now in ruin, but completely blocked those that were after him from re-entering..at least for now. The Demon quickly turned and lept out of the broken window. He needed to get as far from that place as possible. He only hoped that Amara would follow him.

The Demon traveled for a long time before having to stop, for the pain in his side. A huge cave, one that many would never think twice about. He slowly entered, still not daring to look and see if the girl was with him. This cave was no ordinary cave. The Demons had used it for many long years. They kept all of the supplies that they could ever need, should they find themselves upon the surface. Luckily, the Demons that had once used the cave had placed barriers up, preventing anyone that was not shone the cave to see what it really was. He walked past the living space, if it could even be called that. There was a few bedrolls laying about the floor and a small fire pit. The Demon was sure that he was now trailing blood. He could barely concentrate on where he was going. He found what he was looking for. Rilyanassë knew that he was about to be in even more pain. Shifting with anything sticking out of you was no fun. He shifted quickly, trying to ignore the pain. Once his transformation was complete, he almost fell over. He could barely stand. The Demon Fumbled around, finding at least a pair of pants. He pulled them on quickly. Of course they were too big for him. He sighed loudly. He gripped the hilt of the dagger and pulled. Pain was written all over his face. He immediately dropped the weapon as it had burned his hand. Slowly, the Demon slid to the floor. He was leaning against a large wardrobe. He closed his eyes, trying to concentrate on healing. It would take a bit longer since he'd been wounded with an Angelic weapon. He lay there for some time, just wishing that he had at least someone that would comfort him.

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Amara winced as the Angel grabbed her shoulder. An Angel.. "Where is the Demon?" he growled. He looked as if he could split her in two, and his tone was dark and full of malice. What had she done? Weren't Angels supposed to be good? Fear gripped her, twisting up her tongue so that she could not speak. Panic took over and she froze, unable to process what he was saying to her. Just then, Rily flew out from beside the bed and sank his strong canine jaw into the Angel's shoulder. Amara took a step back from them both, just as the other Angel reached a cross with a speed that was nothing but a blur to Amara. What just happened? The smell of something burning filled the air. It was Rily. Rily was bleeding! Steam rolled off around the blade, and she could see his blood bubbling around the wound.

It was strange how everything seemed to be happening around her in slow motion. In the blink of an eye, Rily had jumped away, and looked to her. She hesitated for a moment, looking to her father, who was looking at her in horror. With an agility that she did not know she had, she jumped over the Angel, dodging the outstretched grip of the other, and into the window frame. A ball of dark matter formed, by magic, in front of Rily. A blast. Everything was hazy and unfocused to her. When her mind cleared, her once cozy room was half in ruin. She felt the need to cry swelling in her chest, but she refused to let herself release the tears.

Rily was gone in a flash, bounding down the street and leaving a trail of blood behind him. The dagger was still inside him! Panic once again struck her, she was torn between running after him, and digging her father from the rubble. Go. It was her mother's voice. Her heart jumped. Okay. She looked around briefly, grabbing her backpack. She had packed it to spend the night at her friend's house a few days ago, but something had come up and she was unable to go. Luckily, she had not unpacked it yet. She slung the brown bag onto her back and climbed down the fire escape. She had almost reached the second level when one of the Angels came flying from the apartment.

He made a dive for her, and caught her around her midsection. The wind was completely knocked from her, and both of them went soaring into the air, headed straight for the brick of the building across from theirs. She was falling. Fly, little bird. Fly. Her heart sank and she wished with all her might that she could. A searing hot pain stroked down from both of her shoulder blades all the way to her tailbone. Her back felt like it was on fire. Opening her eyes as they fell, she watched as white fluffy feathers passed her by. Feathers? The Angel's wings! They must be hitting the brick of the building.. The moment before impact, she managed to swirl herself on top of the Angel and shoved him away.

As if a parachute had been opened, once again her wind was torn from her airway. She watched in shock as the Angel fell and hit the pavement. He didn't have wings... then.. where did the? Why was she not..? She looked over her shoulder to see nothing but a large white arch of feathers. The shock caused her to black out, but only for a moment. When she awoke, her wings were bleeding, but not broken. They must have broken her fall. Trembling, she drug herself off the ground, and stumbled over to the wall. Rily... She looked up at her window and saw her father staring down at her. "You can't run from what you are, Amara!" he yelled, half breathless. "Killing Demons is in your blood! You'll do it if you want to or not!" No. I'm not like you.

She took off at a run, trying to follow the faint trail of blood, but at one point it disappeared completely. Something kept pulling her in a certain direction, though, and her veins seemed to be glowing white in her arms. She ignored her arms and continued on her way. For whatever reason, she knew it was the right one. She came to be completely lost. There wasn't anything around her but rocks, but for some reason she felt like she was where she needed to be. "Rily?" she called, turning around in slow circles. A searing pain shot up her back again, and her wings were suddenly gone. Breathing heavily, she leaned against one of the large rock faces. "Rily... where are you," she whimpered. Suddenly, the wall that she was leaning on wasn't solid anymore, and she felt herself falling backwards. With a yelp, she caught her balance just in time. It was a secret cave!

Looking around in the darkness, she could barely see. Her veins began to glow a little brighter until every vein in her body could be seen through her skin, glowing like a hot white light. She looked like a plant creature in the dark, glowing in such a way. She looked down at her arms, confused. Slowly the glowing veins began to shift and take the shape of runes and symbols that she had never seen before. The glowing marks were no longer the marks of her veins, but something else entirely. She had seen the mark on her left hand before. She stared at it a little closer. Her mother had a burn in that exact mark. Slowly it sank in. Her parents were Demon Hunters. Her parents... were Angels.

The thought made her dizzy, and she stumbled into a desk that she had not seen before. Now thanks to her glowing markings, she could make out shapes in the dark. Looking around, she saw in the distance two glowing orbs. "RILY!" she cried. She ran for him and fell to her knees in front of him, at a loss for what to do. "Oh, my God, I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry! I didn't know, I swear! I didn't know!" She was crying now, and looking him over weakly. He had found pants, she noted. For God's sake, Amara, how can you be worried about pants at a time like this?! He's bleeding! Do something! Looking around the dark cave she felt helpless. She wasn't a nurse, she had no idea what to do to help stop his bleeding. "What can I do?" she asked. "What do you need?"