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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.
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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.
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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.
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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".
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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.
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Here, in the bosom of another nameless city, forever bittersweet, Traes made his rounds.
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