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Jared Semira

"Secrets don't sleep till they're took to the grave..."

0 · 987 views · located in Pinecrest, Alberta

a character in “The Fallen | Connected To You”, originally authored by partially-stars, as played by RolePlayGateway

Description

Jared Semira
Bite My Tongue || You Me At Six feat. Oli Sykes
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|| 1998/ 24 || American || Formerly known as Abbadon || Mr. Semira by his students. ||


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|Gender|
Male
|Real Age|
1998
|Birthdate|
December 21st
|Sexual Preference|
Women. Preferably the intelligent ones.
|Race|
Fallen Angel
|Connected With|
Anita Zacharia
|Occupation|
English and History teacher at the local high school



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|Eye Color|
Grey, sometimes appearing blue depending on the light.
|Hair Color|
Dark brown
|Body Type|
Deceptively well built. He isn't bulky, but beneath his simple clothing hides a muscular body.
|Skin Tone|
White, but tans easily in the sun.
|Height & Weight|
6'2" and 175 pounds
|Birthmarks/scars/tattoo's|
He has a scar running along his arm from a motorcycle accident a few months ago. He has a pattern of scars across his back that he refuses to talk about.
|Brief Physical Description|
Jared is rather an impressive figure. He stands at an impressive 6'2" and boasts a figure that can only be described as well defined. He has a certain grace about the way he walks or moves in general. He often appears intimidating, thanks to his height and usually defensive posture. He seldom grins outright, preferring a half-smirk. He has a strong jawline that somehow compliments a face that's attractiveness cannot be denied. His eyes are always bright and show what his face doesn't. He dresses simply, neither emphasizing or hiding his body. He runs a lot, keeping his body in peak shape.



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|Personality|
Jared has a certain... danger to him. He's the type of guy that you would be a little apprehensive about your mother meeting. First appearances would be the worst part, however, as once Jared opens his mouth, you forget about the dangerous aura that surrounds him. He's extremely eloquent and charming. His intelligence becomes obvious when you speak with him for any period of time. He has a passion for literature and history, and would happily talk with your grandfather about the horrors of war for hours on end. He's also quite a flirt, and will do so with any woman he meets anywhere- apart from his students, of course. That would be inappropriate. He has a wicked sense of humour, often sarcastic.

But beneath that all, the danger is still there. He has a temper that can snap at a moment's notice. While he would never hit a woman and would think twice before hitting a man, he can become quite violent, shaking people to get them to look at him or grabbing their arm as they went to walk away. He gets angry about little things and can often just seem to be engulfed by a bad mood for no reason. He left the angels willingly, but holds a resentment towards them. Sometimes it appears as if he didn't want to leave or was forced to. He's extremely manipulative, and there are no lines that he won't cross to get his way.
|Likes|
Getting his way
Literature
History, especially the world wars
Going fast
Adrenaline rushes
Running
Cycling
Any form of exercise
Coffee
Rock music
Music you can dance to
|Dislikes|
The angels
The rain
Water
Classical music
People who don't have a sense of humour
Getting attached to mortals
Cigarettes
People who shove their opinions everywhere they can
Religion
|Strengths|
Shadow manipulation
Physical fitness
Intelligence
Blending in
|Weaknesses|
Loses his temper easily
Loses control when he loses his temper
Holds grudges and allows them to manipulate him
Shadow manipulation usually relies on shadows being there
|Fears|
Being treated as he already has been
Being locked in a bright room for long periods of time
The other fallen angels finding out what he done



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|Equipment|
He always carries a dagger on his person, even in school. He doesn't carry much else with him, other than the usual- phone, wallet, keys, etc.
|History|
Jared was known as Abbadon when he was in heaven. The name apparently meant something to the other angels, as they treated him with caution. His parents disappeared at a young age, leaving him to be looked after by family friends. The friends treated him as their own, and raised him to fight. However, the other angels would never take Abbadon seriously, just because of a name that he didn't want. Everything he tried for, he was turned down for- simply because of his name. He later learned that Abbadon had been an angel that had turned, that was a demon- a fitting name, in which case. But Abbadon was left bitter about everything. He found out about Lucifer's descent and one day made the decision to do the same. He picked up the dagger that had been left with him as a baby and walked away, pledging allegiance to Lucifer. His wings turned black.

Abbadon took the name of Jared Semira, a human name which meant he could get a job teaching in the local high school. The fact that he had witnessed many of the events happening as he grew up meant that he had an extensive knowledge of them, making him an ideal candidate. His passion for literature also helped. However, a few years ago, he got frightened. He had a dream that unless he repented, he would be killed in front of all who were loyal. He came across three angels on a run one morning and begged for forgiveness. They instead attacked him, leaving with him with the scars on his back and an even stronger bitterness in his heart. He passed the cuts off as coming from another motorcycle accident, and locked away the secret in his heart.

So begins...

Jared Semira's Story

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Noelle Wynter Frost

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"I still can't believe you got me to do this with you Annie" Noelle stated, slight panic in her soft voice as the group descended to the cave. A cave Noelle had sworn never to go to because of the crazy yet frightening stories about it. Yet here she was, only mere feet away from the mouth, climbing up a slippery, unused path up the side of a mountain at one in the morning. And who somehow got her up here? The one and only Annie, Noelle's sister from another mister and class A persuader. Of course Noelle wasn't the only one Annie had gotten hold of, nope, all her other best friends were here as well. For some reason it was hard to say 'no' to Miss.Anita Zacharia. A shriek slipped past Noelle's pink lips as her foot slipped on a patch of ice and her arms shot out instantly latching onto her friend Grayson. She clung to his arm until they finally made it to the cave. Noelle reluctantly peeled herself away from Grayson, feeling as though her anchor had been taken away from her and she was once again adrift in a slippery sea, where her Queen of the Klutz reputation made itself known.

"I swear to God Annie if I fall and die I'm coming back to haunt you" Noelle growled as she followed the group into the dark cave, happy to be out of the blistering icy winds that not even her jeans, winter boots and jacket couldn't block out. Once inside the cave Noelle made sure to stick to Annie's side. She reached into her coat pocket and took out her sleek touch screen phone, reluctantly having to remove the soft white gloves that made one part of her body warm. She put it on the flash light app and seconds later bright, LED lights flooded the pitch black cave. What Noelle saw shocked her, for instead of a blood thirsty beast lurking in the shadows there were hundreds of glistening, sleek, giant black feathers.

"Wow" Noelle simply said, for she was in a state of wonder. What was so big that it had such giant feathers? The thought seemed to shake her out of her bewildered state and she became instantly guarded, her left hand hovering off her belt which was attached to a long bowie knife that Noelle didn't go anywhere without. Never know when it will be needed. Her eyes scanned the area yet no matter how many shadowy corners seemed to move when she shone the light on it, the inky darkness would recede and blazing light would show her nothing was really there. It was all her imagination. Yet she couldn't shake the feeling they were being watched. It felt like they had been there for hours even if it was only a couple minutes and Noelle slowly let her guard down enough to wander on her own, going deeper into the cave. No one knew how far it went but when Noelle came to the end shortly she breathed a sigh of relief. Its not as big as I thought it was. Turning around Noelle was about to head back to the group until her eyes landed on a feather. It seemed different then the other's. It was darker then the others somehow like a shadow, it was also more worn then the rest yet still had that inky sheen to it and it was profoundly bigger the all the others. It instantly caught Noelle's eye and before she could even think about it her hand reached out and gently grabbed the feather. It was surprisingly soft as she ran her fingers over it and a desire to keep it flooded over Noelle until she gently placed it in her satchel. Taking in a deep calming breath she made her way back over to her group.

"Hey guys I really think we should go, I've got to be at work early tomorrow" Noelle said. Everyone seemed to agree as they made their way out of the cave, but not before taking a picture in front of it so Noelle could put it in her scrapbook she had made for their adventures. It was surprisingly full.

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Noelle watched as each of her friends entered their apartments. It was kinda funny that they all lived in the same apartment building, even though they had been friends since childhood they ever planned on living so close to one another. Smiling Noelle took her keys out of her pocket and opened the rickety, off white door leading into her small but cute apartment. Closing and locking the door behind her Noelle hung her satchel on the coat hook by the door and took out the feather, running her hands over it again before placing it on the kitchen table and walking into the small ivory and blue colored bathroom. Stripping out of her clothes Noelle blasted the hot water, desperate to get rid of the ever present chill that hasn't left her since visiting the cave. She hopped into the steady stream and bathed her skin in a vanilla bean fragrance. Once the water had become cold Noelle quickly turned off the water and got out, wrapping herself in a soft, large navy towel before stepping out of the bathroom, steam rolled out the doorway, swirling with the cool air of the kitchen and living room area. Noelle scurried across the room, the wood floors feeling more like ice against her warm skin and she quickly made it to her carpeted bedroom. Flicking on the light the green and silver room was lite instantly and Noelle went to her dresser and pulled out a fluffy pair of black pj pants and a white long sleeved shirt before turning off the light and climbed into her bed, cuddling into the warmth as she drifted off to sleep.

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The blasting sound of her alarm woke Noelle from her sleep. She groaned as her strange dreams about a handsome dark haired man with black wings faded from her even as she tried to hold onto them. Once they had fully disappeared Noelle opened her eyes and turned off her alarm before reluctantly crawling out of bed. She slipped off her pj's and replaced them with worn blue jeans, a white v-neck t-shirt, worn out brown cowboy boots and a black cardigan. It was almost seven in the morning and Noelle had to be at work at seven forty-five, so she decided on making chocolate chip pancakes. Grabbing all her ingredients Noelle mixed it all up and fried it in the pan. She made some whipping cream and cut up various fruits before eating. By the time she was done and all the dishes were washed it was seven thirty. Grabbing her satchel, keys, phone and wallet, Noelle left her work only being minutes away. But over all this time Noelle had forgotten about the feather she had left on the table last night and the fact that instead of it being on the table in the morning it was gone and a black feather tattoo had appeared on her wrist. But Noelle didn't notice any of that until she was at work when she decided to text her friends. Chocolate chip pancakes are on counter help yourselves Annie has the spare key. Once the text was sent out is when Noelle noticed the tattoo but she didn't have time to ponder as her boss called.

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The alarm started chirping rather optimistically, abruptly ending the silence of the room. It was quickly joined by Jared swearing at the alarm. "I'm awake, I'm awake, just shut the f...." He trailed off as he noticed the tattoo on his wrist. "You have got to be kidding me." He groaned. The alarm persisted in chirping until he smacked it with an unnecessary violence. He sat up and took a better look at the new marking on his wrist. A black feather, with the name Anita Zacharia underneath it. He rolled his eyes and swung his legs out of bed.

He went to the kitchen and stretched, allowing his huge black wings to extend to their full width. He had cut slits in the back of most of the t-shirts he wore to bed, meaning that he could stretch fully in the mornings without having to rip a perfectly good shirt or sleep shirtless. He didn't particularly want any of the other fallen angels to turn up in the middle of the night and see the scars that lined his back, beneath and around his wings. The fewer questions that were asked, the better.

He perched on the table to eat his bowl of granola, but found himself staring at the new addition to his arm. He'd have to cover it up- he didn't particularly want students seeing it and asking questions. He found himself wondering who exactly had found his feather. He didn't recognise the name, which thankfully meant that it probably hadn't been any of his students.

When he finished, he put his bowl in the dishwasher and looked up at the clock, sighing a little. He would much rather spend the day trying to find whoever it was had found his feather, but he had classes to teach. He didn't exactly want to pull a sickie. While he didn't feel much like work, he had a decent idea that once he got into talking about Greek mythology, Roman culture and how onomatopoeia is used in poetry, he'd be more than happy.

He pulled on a plain white shirt and black jeans, sliding his knife the holder he wore beneath his shirt, before grabbing his gear for his bike. He threw the carefully organised pile of essays into his briefcase and headed downstairs.

The ride into school was brief, but gave him enough of an adrenaline kick to fully wake him up. As he got in, he remembered that he had promised some of the students that he'd be there first thing in the morning to give them pointers for their essay on the character of Romeo, and headed straight to his class, hanging his jacket over the back of his chair. He took the moment to text Lucifer. "Woke up with a tattoo on my arm. Not exactly the best start to my day."

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Lucifer Walker



"I love you..."
An instant later, there was nothing.
She was reduced to ash, nothing left of her. The beautiful white light sung beyond even Heaven's choruses as it incinerated her, drowning out whatever screams she might have given in her last moments; his so-called 'Lord' would not give him even that.
He sprinted forward, tearing his arms from their grasp, blocking out the stares, diving forward towards where she had sat, even moments before. None of it felt real - the last few seconds had yet to enter his worldview, yet to impact upon him. He planned out the next few seconds - if he tackled her to the ground, he might be able to protect her from the light. Spin, draw Thaumiel, cut down the pursuers. Materialise his armour; send out a psychic cry for the holy warriors of Heaven to stand by his side against their traitorous monster of a master. He could fight, win. Name himself God, rule justly... protect her from the world.
Yes, he could do it.
But then it was too late.
The light faded as he dived forward, landing in front of her and rolling to his feet. He looked down, seeing only a serene, grey powder - she was nothing more than ash now. He fell to his knees, picking up the ash, feeling it run through his fingers, unable to cry out, unable to even respond in the face of the horror, just staring at it, staring at the nightmare before him. Her youthful face, her slender form, her shining wings... the smile, the incredible smile that he'd grown so used to waking up to every morning. A smile that could outshine all of Heaven's spires in an instant. More beautiful than anything God would dare to create.
"I love you too..."
But he knew that she would not hear him.
He stood, only a fiery determination in his eyes. He had expected to feel anguish, fear of what lay ahead, silence. He had said his goodbye to her now; she was gone from the world. He had no time to grieve now. There would be a time when she could be remembered, enshrined as the holiest of all the world, a constant reminder. She would be immortalised, lasting even after the Heavens and the Earth crumbled.
No, he only felt hatred now.
Pure, unrelenting hatred.
He turned, Thaumiel materialised in his hand. He gripped the blade, channeling all his energy into it, all the hatred he felt in that moment. The blade shone like the sun, its blade too bright to look at for any mere Angel; the crowd surrounding them turned away, shielding their eyes from the killing light in his hand.
Only he and and his enemy could look upon it, the most powerful and divine of all that Heaven possessed.
His enemy would die here today, no longer worthy of the title of the Lord. He was nothing more than an enemy.
You come to believe in madness, Samael. I will kill you like I did her if I must. You possess no power unto me.
"Gods, too, decompose," he spoke, stepping forward, his black armour materialising around his body. "You are but mortal, and upon this day, in the name of the army of Heaven and all that is right and holy, I will prove it."
Very well then.
And on that day, his world came to an end.



Lucifer was torn from his sleep. Instantly, a black, wickedly-curved dagger materialised in his hand, his fist curling around it. He looked around, searching for the archaic face of his sworn enemy-
And saw only the surroundings of his room.
He was on Earth once more.
He lay back down, dematerialising the dagger. The sun was shining in through the window; he'd slept in a little. The dream... absorbing, that was for certain. It felt real.
Once, it had been real.
He grabbed his phone, flicking through it. A modern extravagance, but useful; far more convenient than telepathic communication or angelic messengers. He had only one message.
Upon reading it, he instantly turned his hand over; as feared, he saw a black feather, imprinted upon his scarred flesh. He recognised that feather - the seal of a Contract. His existence was now connected with that of a... a...
A human.
He quickly tapped out a reply -
Got one too. Seal of a Contract with a human. As soon as you can, hunt down the human - not too many of them in this town. Name should be with the tattoo. Consider this to be of paramount importance.
A name there, too.
"Noelle Frost."
He clambered out of bed, throwing on jeans, a shirt and his boots. This was bad - very bad. This could mean his death, if he didn't act with sufficient caution.
He had to find her before somebody else did.

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"Why I do this? I'm going to be late." The young Indian girl said to herself as the group made their way up to the cave. While they all voiced their complaints and concerns, Anita didn't say anything. She knew that they were afraid and in all honesty she was a bit skeptical herself. She had no idea what was in that cave, but she didn't believe the whole 'blood thirsty monsters' story like a few of the others, mostly her best friend, Noelle. She pulled the cigrette from between her full lips and blew out the smoke before looking to herself to see Noelle holding tightly to Greyson. "Ellie, you need to relax. Everything will be fine, okay?" She watched the sweet blonde slip on a piece of ice before chuckling softly, she loved her best friend more that anything. But, sometimes she just wished that the younger girl would just trust her and go along with it. No ifs, ands, or buts. Because, there was no saying 'no' to Anita.

"I swear to God Annie if I fall and die I'm coming back to haunt you."

Anita let out a chuckle and bit down on her lip before turning back towards her best friend. Oh, everything will be fine." She ensured as they made their way to the mouth of the cave. When they entered, the Indian girl threw her cigarette on the floor and stepped on it with the heel of her black boot. Not long after, she felt her best friend cling to her side. The two were close, really close and Anita loved the girl to death. She was closer to a sister than her actually sister. Anita kissed the top of her best friend's head with a smirk on her lips. "Any have a light? All I have is a lighter."

She looked back towards the opening of the cave only to see the shadows of her friends. She looked down at Noelle as the girl found an app to shed some light into the rather small cave. Looking around, Annie raised an eyebrow at the large amount of feathers. While they all looked the same, Anita just wanted to go look at a few of the others. It was a bit further than the others but, Anita wasn't afraid of the dark and she wasn't worried that the light was beginning to fade as she made her way further into the cave. She was about to lose the light entirely before she finally grabbed one and made her way back to the group. "Hey guys I really think we should go, I've got to be at work early tomorrow."




She nodded towards the group. "Yea, I have work tonight anyway." As the whole group made their way away from the cave and back to their apartment building, Anita was thinking about what time she had to get to work. While her friends hated her job, she did what she had to do in order to make ends meet and while they all wanted to help, she didn't allow them to. She didn't need their money and/or sympathy. While her friends all made their way to sleep, the young Indian girl was on her way to her night job. She set her bag down at her station as she made her way to the stage only to see her lover, Mario standing with the band. While she felt something for the man, she wouldn't exactly call it love. Not at all. Right now, Anita saw them as 'friends with benefits' more than anything. She could hear the men cheer as she stepped on stage and she could see Mario give her a look a disapproval before starting the music. The man wanted what was best for her, he wanted her to leave the club and never come back but, Annie couldn't do it and risk giving up her lifestyle of luxury and expensive things.

And for the next six hours, Anita gave into the demands of her male clients before finally being able to leave a go back home. Mario had to sneak his way out through the backdoor, seeing that their boss would not like the pair being together, for lack of a better word. When they got to her apartment, they didn't waste anytime to start showing their affection.




Later that morning, Anita could barely feel Mario kissing her neck gently as he spoke to her. "Anita." She just groaned softly before settling back into her large bed. "Beautiful, your phone was ringing." Anita sighed before reaching for the phone on her bedside and seeing the text from Noelle. She just sighed before sitting up in her bed with the blanket against her chest. "Don't call me that, it's not the truth and I hate lies." She got out of her bed and slipped on her robe. The Hispanic man just chuckled as he moved towards his lover and wrapped his arms around her and whispered in her ear. "You're the only one who thinks it's a lie though." He said with a raised eyebrow as Anita nudged out of his strong arms and made her way to her closet. "And, I thought you said that you would quit. You do not need to do this to yourself. I mean, you have your family, friends,.... me. You--.."

As the girl looked through her closet she looked up at the ceiling and sighed. She wanted Mario, she did but she was not willing to get hurt again. She wished that for once, a man would just want to stay the way they were. The would sleep together and then act like nothing ever happened between them. She turned towards him and sighed. "Mar, you're my friend. But..--"

"I know, I know. You don't want a relationship right now, you don't want to ruin what we have, you don't want to get hurt, and so on. I get it, I know." He said as he grabbed his shirt from off the floor and slipped it on. When he slid on his black jeans he looked towards the Indian girl before sighing and chuckling softly. "One day, you're going to look back and wonder why you were such a bitch." Anita just scoffed as she watched him walk to the door. She went to the door behind him and tapped his shoulder. [i]"I know what I'm doing, Mario. Get some business of your own and stay out of mine."

As he walked down the stairs he turned towards him in annoyance. "Yea, whatever. By the way, you must just gotten that tattoo because I certainly didn't notice it last night." She looked on her wrist to see the tattoo before looking back at Mario who had a raised eyebrow as he walked to his car. As he drove off, she just slammed the door and walked back to her bedroom to go take a shower and get dressed.

Twenty minutes later, she was out of the shower and almost done getting ready. Her makeup was all done along with her freshly dried hair as she slipped on her jeans that hugged her hips. She looked over her reflection with a small smile and shrug as she grabbed her jacket and purse. She looked back over the text from Noelle before realizing that she needed to grab her key to Noelle's apartment. She grabbed it from her counter and headed to her best friend's apartment to get something to eat before going to work at her day job.

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"Thank you have a nice day" Noelle chirped kindly as her last customer of the day walked out the door. Today had felt longer then usual, but that because Noelle wasn't focused on her work but more like the mysterious tattoo that had appeared on her wrist. After a close look Noelle had realized that there was a name beneath the feather. It wasn't in the English language so during her lunch break she had put the name in google translate. The name was in Latin.

Samael.

That name had been the source of her pondering all day. As Noelle sat at the counter she ran her hand over the feather tattoo, surprised it felt different from the rest of her skin. It felt like the feather from last night. Strange.

"Noelle could you lock up and come here for a moment" Calvin Hardie, aka Noelle's boss, ordered from his office.

"Okay" was Noelle's answer as she got off the stool and locked the front door before heading to his office. When Noelle entered his office she was slightly surprised when she didn't see him. His office was small and bare only a oak desk, laptop, file cabinet and chair was placed in the light yellow room. Then suddenly the door slammed shut behind her and Noelle swiftly turned to see Calvin. His fiery red hair was wild and his blue eyes seemed to glow. He was an attractive man only having five years to Noelle and he like many other men in
this town have seeked Noelle's attention only to be polity turned down.

"Mr.Hardie?" Noelle questioned as the man blocked the door. Panic started to rise and her stomach churn in unease. Calvin didn't answer her when he suddenly lunged, knocking Noelle to the ground and pinning her down. Noelle whimpered as her head hit the desk.

"Should have known......he would make a mistake one day.....now he dies.....now he dies....kill.....Lucifer.....you....smell like him...." Calvin's words were more growls. He flipped over Noelle's arm, fixing his glowing blue eyes on the feather tattoo. "What.....a.....fool..." he snarled. His grip on Noelle was painful and she could feel her skin become slick beneath his nails. He's drawing blood!

"GET OFF ME!" Noelle shouted angrily as her leg swift connected with Calvin's groin making the man fall to his side. With his grip loosed Noelle slipped from beneath him and rushed out of the office, grabbed her bag and ran from the store. It being winter time the sun was going down already, even if it was only five in the evening. A rage filled shriek filled the streets, which were bare as always, and moments later Noelle was tackled to the ground. She kicked and hit something, making a loud cracking noise fill the air and a scream of pain. That didn't sound....human. Noelle shot up to her feet and looked back. Standing before her was no longer Calvin Hardie but a creature of dis-form with his fiery red hair and glowing blue eyes. A long forked tongue lashed out, slipping between razor like teeth, rows and rows. His nose had completely vanished, his face looking more like a corpse, and his skin shone with blackened scales. He was terrifying to say the least. Noelle's body shook with fright as the creature advanced yet before it could reach her something slammed into its side, making them both fall to the snow covered ground.

"NOELLE RUN!" Grant shouted as he was thrown back by the monster, flying threw the air and landing a few feet away. The monster shot up to its feet and lunged towards Grant, snarls that sounded like "she's mine" escaping the creature. Then the piercing sound of gun fire echoed through the area and the creature fell where he stood. Noelle shook with fear as the pistol from her bag slipped from her finger's and she fell to her knee's, tears threatening to escape.

"NOELLE!"

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"Did I hear something about how I get the rest of my classes off today?" Jared asked, perching on the edge of the desk. It was the last few minutes of class, and the students had all handed their essays on the character of Romeo up on time, which, according to some of the other teachers, was a rare occurrence. However, it never happened with a certain Mr. Semira as he tended to bribe his class with outings to the theatre and movies in class if everyone had their assignments handed up on time.

"Yeah, sir, we're being brought to some college thing." One of the jocks called out. Jared raised an eyebrow. "Some college thing. As eloquent as always, Mr. Sanders, and I expect nothing less in your essay." The rest of the class laughed, and even Jason Sanders, the student in question, smirked.

"I think I'll let you off homework then. We'll be watching Romeo and Juliet tomorrow in class, so it'll mean we won't waste time correcting work. Enjoy yourselves, and don't make any life decisions you'll regret." He told them as the bell went. His class cheered, and he laughed at them. The principal was waiting outside the door.

"Are you going to stay in school for the afternoon, Jared?" The elderly gentleman asked. Jared shook his head. "No, sir, I have matters to attend to." The principal nodded. "I'll see you tomorrow, then." Jared nodded and headed outside.

He rolled up his sleeve to look at the tattoo, taking note of the name. It meant nothing to him, and he sighed, pulling his jacket on over his shirt.

He decided to get something for lunch, but a woman in the flower shop caught his eye. When he saw her, a shiver ran down his spine. He stared at her, bringing his bike to a stop across the road. He pulled his phone out from his pocket, staring at it, before typing out a reply to Lucifer. Clarify hunt. Destroy? Or just scare the living daylights out of her?

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Lucifer stepped into her apartment, scanning every corner of it. Exactly one entrance; a reasonably open space in the front room, although not enough to draw Thaumiel if it came to it. He'd have to make do - who knew how long it'd take for someone else to attack them? He wasn't particularly afraid of stray demons, or even rogue Fallen Angels with a grudge. But a coordinated assault by Heaven…

He pulled out his phone, texting Jarryd. He needed to get in contact with his trusted friend as soon as possible - there were few angels who he trusted to have his back in a fight, but Jarryd had proved himself more than capable. The two had fought side-by-side on more occasions than he could count.

Change of plans. Bring her to the apartment on 2 Morecroft Way. Second floor. DO NOT LET HER DIE. Will explain further when you arrive.

He turned around as Elaine and the boy rushed in, nodding to them both, along with Noelle. "Alright. Elaine, with me. Noelle, take up a position behind the counter. You - the other one - take this," he said, materialising a short scimitar and tossing it to the human male. "I'll explain further when those we need arrive. For now, your need-to-know information is that none of us in here can afford to die, and that you will see things; if not today, then in days to come. Things like what you saw in the store. Dangerous things, abominations that will try and kill you."

He considered summoning a unit of Hellguard demons, but decided against it - a demon summoning would be sure to attract the attention of angels. Until they knew more about the situation, he couldn't afford being forced into an all-out battle with the Army of Heaven.

He came to realise that, for the first time in a very long time, he felt fear. He never felt fear on the battlefield - he was untouchable, after all. He could - and had - slain even Archangels in open combat. It had always been a matter of 'when' with regards to the success of his mission, not 'if'. That's what he told himself.

But now, things were different. This human… if she died, he died. No question of it - those were the rules of the contract. Unless she died of natural causes, of course, but with this, that felt unlikely. He knew that Heaven would do all they could to kill her.

That wasn't it, though. Not all of it.

He was afraid of failing to protect someone again.

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(Really sorry for the delay in posting- life's been hectic!)

He read the text and sighed, climbing off his bike and heading into the flower shop. The girl behind the counter was familiar in a strange way, even though he was pretty sure that he had never seen her before. It was like he'd seen her in a dream before. She sent a shiver down his spine, making him think that she was probably the one he was looking for. He gave her a bright smile.

"Hey. I'm looking for Anita Zacharia? I don't suppose you could tell me where I could find her?"

He caught a glimpse of the tattoo on her arm and allowed himself to jump to conclusions. He highly doubted that a lot of people had found their feathers. He raised an eyebrow, unbuttoning his sleeve and rolling them up. He held out the arm that the tattoo was on, showing it to her. "My name's Jared Semira, and you need to come with me. Now. No arguing, no excuses. This is urgent." He hated being so blunt with her. He would have preferred the opportunity to flirt with her, ease her in, persuade her to come with him. But Lucifer had made it sound urgent.

"The bike's outside. You're not scared of speed, are you?" He asked, grinning.

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"Can at least tell me where we're going?" The woman asked as she came out of the store. Jared checked his phone. "Apartment on Morecroft Way. It's a very long story. I'll explain more when we get there." He produced an extra helmet as he pulled his jacket back on. He gently threw her the helmet and swung a leg over the bike, making sure she had room. It occurred to him that Lucifer might have meant for him to take it easy when he sad told him to not let her die. He was pretty sure that if she died, something bad would happen to him. So maybe he'd stick to the speed limit.

"Hold on." He instructed once she was on the bike, before kicking off and heading to the apartment. He almost drove past it, before spotting it and slowing probably a little too harshly. But neither of them were thrown from the bike, so it was all good.

He trusted that she'd be relatively safe going up to the apartment, so he allowed himself to be a little bit ahead of her- at least, until he reached the door. He knocked on it.

"It's Jared." He called, hoping that he had the right apartment.

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Noelle smiled, noting the fact that the man looked very handsome when he smiled.

"Its no probl..." she began but was cut off by a knocking at the door and a male voice. Noelle looked at Lucifer before standing up and going to the door. Opening it she saw a dark haired man. He said his name was Jared, she had never met him before but something told her he knew Lucifer.

"Come in" she said polity. He made her feel uneasy unlike Lucifer. Leaving the door open Noelle went over to the kitchen.

"Are you hungry Jared?" she questioned. That was Noelle's coping mechanism. Offering people food.

She wished Anita was here at the moment.

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Lucifer was caught off-guard by her return smile. Not the fact that it was there, but just how it looked... dammit, why now? Why her, of all people? He couldn't afford such things. He was about to enter the toughest war of his life! He could not permit such grievances. But what choice did he have?

He couldn't help but look up to the sky, hand curling into a fist. Was this God's doing? Another way of tormenting him? Even after all this time, was it not enough? Was not living with the memories of the way she mouthed those fateful words as she died - not despairing, nor defiant, but simply her to the very end - was that not enough for God's wrath?!

No matter.

He pushed the thoughts from his mind and nodded to Jared as the younger Fallen entered the room, finding himself feeling a little more at ease. There was perhaps nobody in any of the three planes of existence that he trusted as much as Jared - the two had seen so much, fought so many side-by-side. He couldn't count the things they'd been through together; watching the Seventh Altitude light up like a great candle as the Archangels cast their combined Angel Fire upon the invading army, desperately pulling Jared to safety after he took an arrow to the ribcage, standing before his mighty army as they cheered at the elation of another victory.

"Good to see you," he said, relaxing his body slightly as he stood to greet his friend - if, of course, Lucifer could be said to have such things - entered the room. "I assume you've already worked out why you're here, haven't you?"

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A pretty blonde opened the door, asking him to come in. He smiled at her, glancing over his shoulder at the girl he had brought. "Are you hungry, Jared?" The blonde asked. He realised that he was- it was supposed to be his lunch break, after all. "Yeah, I am actually. Thanks!" He called.

He glanced at Lucifer and grinned. It was nice to know that he always had someone who knew exactly what was going on. They'd been through a lot together. Surely they'd be able to get through this. They'd battled Archangels while being severely outnumbered, they'd faced down Holy Fire and had a few very near misses, they'd patched up each other's wounds in the middle of a battlefield. The matter of a few humans was surely going to be easy to deal with, right?

"Good to see you," Lucifer said, standing up. "I assume you've already worked out why you're here, haven't you?" Jared nodded. "I'm guessing we've formed some kind of connection between the humans-" He gestured to his arm, his sleeves still rolled up, "-And us. And if anything happens to either of us, the other's in trouble. You know, there's evidence of similar things happening in both modern history and mythology." He said excitedly, looking around.

"It's possible that some Greek legends were inspired by this. Gods falling in love with mortals and all that. They did think that we were Gods, back then. I think I got called Thantos once, what with the wings and all." He stopped himself then, realising that he was almost trying to change the subject. It wasn't intentional- he just loved history so much. And okay, maybe he was a little nervous. At least he hadn't started spouting Shakespeare yet.

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"That would appear to be the case, yes," Lucifer nodded. He didn't mind Jarryd's occasional tangents about human history - he found it fascinating himself.

Many Angels, Fallen and otherwise, took no interest in the past of humanity; but he believed in the species, in a strange way. He'd seen their dawn, been named guardian of the First Man, and had watched them flourish across the Earth. He felt proud, in a way, looking back; Adam had done well to create all this, and Lucifer had been there to help him. Once, he mused, he'd helped people, even despite his nature.

But that was a different time, and a different name.

"I'd say we've got about four hours until Heaven tries to hit us," he said. "A demonic construct of some sort attempted to kill her earlier. Unfortunately for us, I cut it down before it could be interrogated, but if I had to guess, I'd say that the Archangels were trying to terminate her subtly without drawing attention to themselves."

He stared out the window for a moment, into the sky and the clouds above. What machinations were occurring as they spoke? What forces being assembled, malicious plans being formed? What angelic blades were being honed to cut down the human beside him? It was cruel, in a way unfair, for Angels to try and kill humans. They could not meet on even ground. But honour was something far beyond everyone in this war.

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Noelle dished Jared some of the leftover's and handed him the full plate.
"My name's Noelle Frost, its nice to meet you" Noelle said kindly. She was raised with manner's, it didn't matter if he was a Fallen Angel she would still be polity especially since he seemed to be one of Lucifer's friends. Why doesn't he go by Samuel?
That was his name, that's the name that is imprinted on her arm. Or maybe's she's wrong, maybe it does say Lucifer.....but then why did he get so offended when she called him Samuel? Shaking herself she zoned back into the conversation. She didn't like the thought of someone trying to terminate her.

"Isn't their anyone you know that could hide me and my friends somehow? Like a spell or something? How do you make it so they don't find you when you sleep?" Noelle questioned. They probably thought she was a freaking idiot but in her defense she didn't even know their kind existed an hour or so ago. Walking over to her desk Noelle grabbed her laptop and placed it on the kitchen island, facing the screen away from the two men. She went to google translate and typed in the Latin name on her arm again. Still the same results. Samuel.

Noelle's head popped up and she looked at Lucifer in a questioning matter then looked down at his arm. She typed in what she saw and her name popped up. Google's correct. So then why...... Sighing Noelle looked down at Jared arm and typed in what she saw. Anita Zacharia.
A tiny gasp slipped past Noelle's lips as her head shot up the Jared.
"Your connected with Annie? I mean Anita?" she questioned.




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"Oh" Grant mumbled, totally forgetting about the mark. Of course she can read it.

"Umm no sorry I don't recognize you, sure I've gone to a underwear store with Noelle and Annie but I try not to look around" Grant answered as he stirred the mac&cheese. I shuttered as he remember the day Annie dragged them all to that panty store. Poor Noelle was treated like a dress up doll and he and Grayson had to do the whole thumbs up or thumbs down thing for hours. That store was so pink it gave him girly nightmares for a week.

"And for the food you can eat a little, its not going to give you instant beer belly or anything" Grant teased as he took the finished mac&cheese off the stove and dished to bowls, making sure her's was relatively smaller portioned then his own.

"Beside's thats what working out is for, whenever Noelle's not cooking something I live off packaged easy foods and I'm not fat" Grant chuckled as he lifted his shirt slightly to show hardened abdominal muscles instead of fat. He grinned widely, putting down his shirt and plopping down on the couch, switching on the tv.

"You want to pick?" he questioned holding the remote out to Elaine. He noted that is was a very pretty name and suited her well. Pretty name for a pretty girl.

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"Perhaps," Lucifer said, sighing and thinking over her question. It was their best shot - both for the safety of the humans and to avoid having their best forces tied up as bodyguards on Earth. Nonetheless, such magic was far beyond his understanding - he had never seen reason to pursue illusory magic. He existed to kill, nothing more.

"The connection cannot be broken under any circumstances," Lucifer stated. "Until you die of natural causes - 'without ill intent and after all attempts to live', I believe, is the technical wording of the Grimoires - then we are bonded."

He stared at Jared, and the human by his side. Humans were so weak, so easily broken... yet here they stood, their last hope. This was dangerous. Madness, even, to try.

But the price of failure was too high to walk away now.

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"My name's Noelle Frost, it's nice to meet you." He nodded as he accepted the plate. "Jared Semira, and the pleasure is all mine. She asked Lucifer about hiding them, and he sighed, taking a forkful of food. It was good, sure, but he was thinking. He instinctively put his hand to his boot, grasping the hilt of the knife. The fact that it was still there steadied him.

He forced back the memories of one of his last encounters with the angels. They had nearly killed him, and he had been left scarred as a result. Even Lucifer didn't know the truth of the white lines on his back. Jared was pretty sure that Lucifer didn't believe the story of a motorcycle accident, but he was glad that he didn't question it.

"You're connected with Annie? I mean Anita?" Noelle asked. He jumped a little, before nodding. "It appears so." He replied.

"The connection cannot be broken under any circumstances. Until you die of natural causes - 'without ill intent and after all attempts to live', I believe, is the technical wording of the Grimoires - then we are bonded." Jared swallowed the forkful of food. It really was good.

"In simple terms, if an angel burst in here right now and stabbed me through the heart, Anita here would be in trouble. But if she were to drop dead of a heart attack, I could keep on living."

He winked at his companion. "I'd really rather if you didn't though, darling. It really would be a shame. Noelle, this food is really good, by the way."

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"Thank you very much Jared" Noelle said polity. She started to clean up the kitchen and put away all the food. She wiped down the counter top and washing the dishes, since she didn't have a dishwasher. After Noelle was happy with the kitchen she went to re-join the conversation, plopping down beside Lucifer. Glancing at the clock Noelle noted it was two in the morning. Where did the time go?. A soft yawn slipped past her lips.

"So do we have a plan what so ever of what we are going to do?" Noelle questioned. So just wanted to go to bed, today's events had put a strain on her mentally and physically and all she wanted was to crawl into the warmth of her blankets and lose herself to sleep.




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"Ya sorry about that I just......I felt uneasy with that other guy and Noelle is like a sister to me, I've always been over protective of her and well you are one of them so I felt like you were a threat as well, but now that we are out of there I don't feel so on guard" Grant explained. He always kinda turned into a jack ass whenever he was protecting his family. His friends were the only people he cared about and he wasn't going to let anyone hurt them.

"Beside's can't a guy be nice to a cute girl with her questioning it? or is that just weird?" he teased. Grant quickly finished off his big bowl of delicious mac and cheese an placed the bowl on the coffee table. He let out a loud yawn.

"Alright I think I'm going to header to bed, you can stay here tonight if you want there's a spare bedroom over there" Grant said as he pointed the a door. He slowly rose to his feet, took his bowl to the sink then waited for Elaine to answer.

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Lucifer looked down as Noelle sat next to him; he towered above her sitting form, standing what seemed infinitely taller than her. No less so than expected - after all, he'd been created as humanity guardian, and their executioner. Looming above their shoulder, protecting them when necessary, only to reach around and cut their throat when their time was up.

"I've got the Legions of Hell at my beck and call, Noelle," Lucifer stated. "If worst comes to worst, I can summon armies of thousands. But I'd rather not do that - to do so would drag mankind into a war that wasn't theirs to begin with, and would risk total destruction of my goals before my plans are ready."

"Nonetheless," Lucifer sighed, "There are... ways. If I can persuade the denizens of Hell that I'm spending so much time around you for a separate reason, then it's likely that we can delay Heaven's discovery of you for some time - long enough, perhaps, for us to find a more long-term solution for your concealment."