Earth and the Spiritual Relm Beyond

Coriander groaned loudly, moving her hand on top of a book, laying next to her head, on the table she was currently resting her head on. She opened it and flicked through a few of the pages, unable to see what was on them, but that mattered little as she had already decided she wouldn't read it. She was bored to tears, yet she couldn't decide on what she would do. She could sleep, but then her mother would yell at her for being a useless lazy ass. She could do homework, but that hadn't caught her interest in the slightest. She could watch some tv, play a game, or draw little stickmen on fire. Endless possibilities.

She sighed as she pushed herself up from the table. She looked over at the window, and as she remembered, the blinds were shut, letting little light inside. She didn't have much sense of what time it was, she wasn't even sure if it was night or day, she had just let time pass, not moving outside the room. She didn't feel tired, so the idea of taking a nap was quickly eliminated. She wasn't in the mood for mindless entertainment, so no tv either. Finally she glanced at the papers in front of her, and smiled at the many doodles and lines, making up a myriad of little stickmen being killed in various ways. Yes, life sure was grand on a day, or night, as this one.

She chuckled to herself as she got up on her feet, quickly realising that her one leg was asleep. She hated the needles and pins feeling she got when that happened, and although she tried, it wasn't easy to ignore, so she ended up just standing there until it was over. Then suddenly, something hammered against her door, and she turned her head, expecting something to smash through it. Instead, she heard her mother's voice from outside, and at once, her last little bit of a good mood had vanished.

"Cor, you get your ass out! I've got a client coming by in ten minutes, and I don't want you around!" Her voice was raspy and shrilly at once, ,the kind of voice you could only hear when talking with a person who had been chain smoking for the last thirty years of his or hers life. For some reason, that particular voice was the one thing Coriander hated above all else. "Right." She just yelled back, moving to the other side of her relatively small room, to grab a dark green backpack, she knew her keys and wallet were in.

She hurried over to the door, and opened it, knowing that her mother was right outside, like she always were when she kicked her daughter out of her own room. Coriander held her head low, not wanting to look at her mother, and not wanting her mother to look at her. She walked by her as fast as the limited space in the room would allow her, and then over to the door, where she stepped into her worn out sneakers, and then almost ran outside. She hated the stench of her home, and stepping out into the fresh air of the outside, was in an odd way strangely liberating. She looked around, seeing no one in the streets, and without knowing why, she smiled, and then moved down the few steps, and onto the sidewalk. Humming a tune she couldn't remember, she just allowed her feet to lead her where ever she would end up.

Kygomie Stared at the sky, sitting on top of an old apartment building. She could sense something nearby, but didn't have the drive to go and check it out. She had been four days without sleep, and she was tired. Being the offspring of a demon and being a demon hunter was not an easy life.

(( Ohhh, That didn't leave me with much to post ))

As the door opened Alan grinned and pushed his way inside. He had tricked demons before in to thinking he was one of them, Because well this form didn't look very angelic.

He walked through the house until he came to the room with the girl in it, Sitting down on the chair he plastered one of those bad boy grins on his face and the wait began. What was he waiting for? He was waiting for the demon to do something that was evil, Unlike hell Heaven had laws and one was never harm an innocent even a demon innocent. It was why hell was below heaven, And it was why Alan was trying to act like another demon so this guy would incriminate himself or attack Alan, And of corse attacking an angel will incriminate you pretty bad.

Kygomie's eyes locked due north. One demon, one angel. A fight? She was curios. So, she hoisted herself up, and ran. One perk about being the offspring of a demon or an angel, you get some pretty neat abilities. Kygomie could sense other spirit-dwellers, and run. Like, really fast. She'd never clocked herself, but she could match a regular freight train. Within a matter of seconds, she was outside of the house.

One demon, one angel...and a human...hmm...interesting. Se thought to herself as she sat back, watching. If there was a fight to be had, she wanted to watch.

Alan smirk became real as he watched at how confused the man looked. He stood when Rotem finally figured it out and followed him out the back door.

As he followed him out of the building he drew the cross on his chest and prayed for everything to work out. When they exited the building Alan stood looking Rotem in the eyes and ignoring the fire in his had, A flash of white revealed a halo over his head as he licked his lips "Rotem" He boomed in a powerful voice "You have been charged with killing an angel, The turning of a human away from christianity and various other crimes".

Alan flinched as a he noticed a new demonic presence, This presence was not as strong as the demon in front of him but still it made him change his mind on at least one thing.

Another flash of blinding white light and Alan was now in his true form, His clothes were replaced by medieval looking armour in his colour scheme. He drew the two swords which sat at his hips and pointed the blades at the demon "You a sentenced to a single death for your crimes".

Kygomie smiled to herself. Both demon and angel had noticed her presence. Not that she was trying to hide it, but still. She figured she'd beter brace herself, because the winner of this fight would probably turn on her. If it was the angel, she'd have some talking to do. The demon...well, she definately wouldn't be talking.

She walked for a long time, enjoying the cold air on her skin. Her clothes were far too thin to keep her warm, and so she had just accepted the cold a while ago. There were still shallow puddles of water from when it had rained earlier that day, or so she assumed it had, and with a crooked smile on her face, she stepped in almost each and every one she passed on her way. She still didn't know where she was heading, but as long as it was anywhere but home, she would be content with it. Maybe she could try and head over to one of her friends places, and hang out there for the rest of the evening? She shook her head at the idea, before glancing around at her surroundings, the ones she knew so well. Her, with her dark blue tshirt, a thin summerjacket which was a dull washed out greyish type of colour, and the jeans that she'd had for years, and somehow still could fit was indeed a look that all together just seemed to scream "teen angst!" in the face of everybody that passed her by, and it was fitting in well with these surroundings. The apartment buildings that mostly housed the poorer families, the ones who were made up of either a pair of parents without jobs, and with a flock of children to feed, or the ones where there was only a single parent, and then the kids.

Coriander was one of the lucky ones. They were only two, so it wasn't that hard. she could always comfort herself in knowing that there were people just across the street that had a harder time than her. Just across the street... Suddenly, she felt a strange thing on the back of her neck. It felt like a spider was about to crawl from her hair and down into the back of her shirt. At once, she smacked herself where she had felt it, and found that there had been no spider. She turned her head a little, and glanced upwards, far up at the sky, thinking that perhaps it had been a drop of rain. Then she saw something odd, a figure standing atop one of the buildings, the tall ones. That however, wasn't what made her stare. Beside the figure, there was another, but this one different. She recognized what it was, for she had seen it's kind before, and at once her smile faded to nothing, and then she stared back at her feet, placed in the middle of a puddle of water.

Then, slowly, she began walking again, still no destination in mind, other than anywhere but home, and anywhere but here.

Somehow, even after centuries of experience, Traes still couldn't quite feel right in his heart when living in a city. In a way, he needed it; the action, the people, lively pulse and near anonymity. A strange mix of loneliness and belonging kept him wandering the dank and distant streets; he would leave if he could, he'd always thought, though somewhere deep down a sense of purpose, a connection forged from years of service in the shadows drew him back like a siren's song. As much as he couldn't stand the noise, the crime, the crowded, stuffy feeling of evil always waiting around the every corner; protecting people, living by the heartbeat of the traffic, roaming the labyrinth as its silent sentinel was who he was, and all that he was. As much as he didn't like the city, it was all he had. So, so long as humans were humans, demons were demons and Traes was more or less an angel of God, he had a job to do, for eternity if need be.
Here, in the bosom of another nameless city, forever bittersweet, Traes made his rounds.