August 13, 2012
Two Days Ago

Salvia

The realm of Salvia, the foundation of Heaven, was peaceful and isolated but its looks was deceitful because Salvia's defenses was at red alert and war was at its gates. Life stood at a standstill as the holy court continued its session, a session that would ultimately save Earth but at the cost of man's possible destruction and maybe the angelic realm as well. For the first time the Divine Guardians were viewing a case that would lead to war with Tartarus,the foundation of Hell, and man's backyard would be the battlefield.

"What do you mean you have no information on this demonic weapon?!" Dart Ulrick one of the four Divine Guardians asked with balled up fists as she stood up from her throne at the North of the holy court. The holy court was structured to be a dome with the four Divine Guardians occupying one of the four cardinal directions with no entrance or exit which made it nearly impossible for outside species to enter it. The only way within the holy court was a special teleportation that only certain angels knew, others must be have an assist teleport within the court.

The messenger that stood at the center of the domed court glanced up at each Divine Guardian, which were at raised platforms, before elaborating on the topic "Ma'am, we have searched and gathered Intel on any information pertaining to this demonic weapon, it's creator, and supporters but we retrieved very little information... it seems as if even the demons are ill informed".

"Great all we know about this weapon is that a superior demon has created it two centuries ago and just perfected it a week ago" Dart stated as she sat lazily onto her throne once again.

"Don't forget that it's powerful enough to destroy Salvia itself," Carol Six another Divine Guardian at the South of the court said with a smirk across her face as she carved small lines into the armrest of her throne. Dart glared at her which brought Carol's attention to her "or at least that's the rumor" she finished then burst into a wicked laugh.

"Don't laugh, it may be true and take lightly to such big threats... or rumors" Raven Heil, the Divine Guardian that sat in the West section of the court, stated as he stared at Carol then at Dart.

"Ha, that's what makes it interesting" Carol snapped and her gaze that landed upon Raven was one that would strike fear into any, but Raven was not the type to be scared so he simply gazed back at her as her expression lightened up.

"I have come to a solution," Zerox Forentai the last Divine Guardian said, the one that sat quietly at the East side of the court. The whole time he was reading the messenger, his fellow Divine Guardians, analyzing the situation, and choosing the best course of action. Everyone within the holy court fell silent as their attention was directed to Zerox since he did not speak frequently so his words were well worth listening to, also he was the thinker behind it all. "war" He finally stated and everyone gave each other a look as if assessing each others reaction then turned back to Zerox.

"War? Are you insane? Why turn to that?" Dart asked in complete surprise and confusion.

"It's our only option," Raven answered for Zerox, he was now realizing that this was the best course of action "they have the upper hand in any and every aspect. They outnumber us, have a weapon that threatens our own existence, freely roam the world with no limitation on their power, larger amount of superior beings near our level, and have no weakness such as loved ones". He gave each person a glance before turning his attention back to Zerox as he continued but Zerox refrained from looking at him as if he did not want to face the truth himself "The only advantage we can possibly obtain is the advantage of first strike".

Slowly they all nod as they came into realization "We just need a plan" Dart said and in unison they turned towards Zerox.

Zerox was in his trance, on the outside he was simply staring at his armrest but in reality he was going through millions of plans and tactics. They simply sat there in silence as he went through all the strategic ideas he could think of and filtering out the ones that had a low success rate; within two minutes he was back into their world and had an idea "This is the plan...".

August 15, 2012
Present

Holy/Chaos Angels: All Holy and Chaos Angels are currently receiving draft notifications and general ranking positions. They are required to abandon their positions within Earth and return to Salvia to obtain their new position as a angelic general that will lead three, ten member squads. ((First post will be you receiving your draft notification and you will accept))

Guardian Angels: Eighty percent of Guardian Angels are currently receiving draft notifications and the other twenty percent are given updates on their new task and the war that will soon commence. They will be placed into a ten member squad with two other squads that are ordered by one Holy or Chaos Angel. ((First post will be you receiving your draft notification and you will refuse))

Fallen Angels: All Fallen Angels are being given a second chance if they join the angel's cause, but they will take a type of mercenary and guerrilla unit role. At the end of the war they will become full fledged angels once more, but the demons have sent you a similar contract but theirs promise power and riches in exchange for your manpower. ((First post will be you receiving your contract from both the angels and demons))

Humans: The Humans in the world are unaware of the world on the brink of a supernatural war but they are aware of the increase of deaths, missing peoples, and other crimes due to demons having more freedom. ((First post will be you getting ready to head to school unaware of your angel receiving a draft))

Demon Lords: All the Demon Lords are quite intelligent and have their way of obtaining information on everything so they have caught wind of the war the Divine Guardians are soon to commence. So, you are gathering your own forces and prepping yourself for war and preparing a countermeasure. ((First post will be your spy informing you of the Divine Guardians preparing for a strike on Tartarus))

Demons: The Demons are in the same shape as the humans unless they are under the control of a Demon Lord and they wish for their pawn to know of the war. If not then the Demons are simply having extra fun by taking advantage of the lightly guarded humans. ((First post will either you being informed of the war by your Demon Lord or you raiding the streets and unguarded))

"So, the Divine Guardians are resorting to war in response to rumors of the weapon. Very well, we shall amass our forces," Daemien said nonchalantly. The demon lord gestured for his hellspawn spy to rise. This hellspawn took the form of an Guardian Angel of the Holy Court. Important enough to be near enough to gain information, but negligible enough to not be noticed. "Return to your post. Inform me of any changes," Daemien commanded. The hellspawn nodded in his summoned circle and disappeared in a flash of hellfire. "We are alone," The demon lord called to the shadows. A slender figured slipped from the shadow of the wall. It stood nearly seven feet tall and was composed of complete darkness. It was a Nightwalker. A demonic creature of nightmares.

"Call back all of my demon's and hellspawns. Open the armory and assemble the rest of my generals. We prepare for war," Daemien commanded as he rose from throne in the assembly hall of his estate. "At once," the Nightwalker hissed and melted back into the shadows. The demon lord turned and entered his private quarters in the adjacent room. He stood in his communication circle and invoked a name," Mileena Blade." A bad taste was already in Daemien's mouth as the spell kicked in. He wasn't particularly fond of this fellow lord, but her cooperation may be needed. Within seconds he appeared in front of the other demon lord. "We have a problem. The angels amass for war."

((Hope this is ok. Thought it might make things more interesting.))

Mileena chuckled.
"I knew it's been to boring around here." She said as she languidly stood from her chair.
"What do you propose we do?" She asked. A smile on her face she summoned one of her minions with a slight flick of her hand.
"Yes my lady?" he asked in his own head but Mileena picked it up.
"Prepare the rest of my army for battle. Also bring me Castiel. I have an assignment for him." Mileena replied. The demon nodded his head and disappeared. Mileena was going to enjoy this. It had been years since anything fun and exciting had happened. She smoothed the hem of her black leather skirt because it had gotten scrunched up while she had been sitting. She was regretting killing that demon for failing her. That was a stupid idea now faced with war. She adjusted the curls of her blonde hair. She also shifted so her wait was heavily on her right foot.


Trish had the usual far off look on her face. She knew exactly what was going on with Reece. She was subconsciously playing with a small ball of fire. She didn't dare let it get much bigger. She closed her hands and the ball of flickering orange flames disappeared. Her blonde hair was pulled into a ponytail and the curls were still obvious. She was in a red corset top with black lace x's down the front. She was in a skirt that stopped at her knees and hugged her frame. Her heels were black and stopped at the top of her calf and were three inch stiletto heels. Her overcoat was black. As a reflex she rubbed the tattoo on the back of her neck. She tensed and had a bad feeling. It was almost the same feeling she had gotten when Castiel had died. She bit her lower lip and she looked at the messenger who stood before her.

”Trish you’ve been drafted.” He said as he handed her the envelope. Trish took the time to open it and skim it before she threw it back at him.

”No, I have my duty here. I will not allow my human to go unguarded. Castiel trained me to well.” Trish answered. The angel gasped. No one ever uttered Castiel’s name anymore.

”They won’t like this.” He said as he disappeared. She really didn’t care. She shook on the spot. Her heart was heavy but she raised her chin in defiance. Castiel had taught her to well that she should stand up for herself. She smiled to herself as she settled back down and watched.


Castiel was walking in the human world. He had a feeling the peace wouldn’t last for long. Mileena was a controlling person. He had just taken a human into an alley to take her soul. He had never liked the idea mostly because he had been a guardian angel once upon a time. His brown hair had nothing out of place. He had just finished with the human when he appeared. His face was lightly stained with blood. His black t-shirt had a few dots of blood on it as well.

”Castiel she has summoned you.” He said.

”She can wait.” Castiel muttered as he walked away his trench coat billowing around him.

”She won’t like it.” the demon said. Castiel withheld his comment and continued to walk away. He kept his head down so as to not alarm the humans. He heard a distant voice in his head and it had a familiar musical lilt. He was just about to explore it more when he was forcefully pulled out of his thoughts because the demon had swung him around.

”You must go see the mistress now.” He said.

”If I go will it make you stop harping on me?” Castiel asked. The demon nodded his head and Castiel gave a sigh before he concentrated on going to see the “mistress”. He paused outside of the doors. He sensed another presence and was more than content to wait.

Another book hit the floor, disturbing a few of the other patrons. Reece paid them no notice and grabbed another from the substantial pile he had gathered. The pages were dusty, yellowed with age like the teeth of the head librarian. He smiled at the thought, then grimaced at the comparison and shoved his nose close to the spine. He'd forgotten his glasses, again, and was forced to squint to pick out letters - the faded ink didn't help at all, either. Reece scrunched his forehead in an attempt to focus, to no avail.
He peered up from the tome; a misshapen blob in the distance - that he assumed to be the aforementioned librarian - was getting closer. "I'll check all these out by the time you close," he mumbled, turning back to his book.
"Say what?" replied the blob, sounding far too young to be the rickety old lady who regularly pestered him about looking after the books he borrowed. His eyes flicked upwards. It was a girl - a student, he assumed. He could just make out ringlets of brown hair and thick-rimmed glasses. He lowered his book slowly, cautious.
"Nothing. Um..."
"You're always here," said the girl, before he could ask her what she wanted. When she didn't follow up with a question, Reece cocked an eyebrow.
"I... am. What about it?"
"Why?"
"To read... books?" he waved the decrepit hardback, as if to demonstrate that reason.
"Don't you have any friends?" she asked, but he missed the hopefulness in her voice.
"Don't need 'em. Just give me a book and the world's my oyster for a few hours," Reece had shot the girl down faster than an arrow tearing through the wind. She backed off, crestfallen. He didn't watch the blob's retreat, however - he was too busy trying to descry what the next aged word said, without his visual aids.

Kuval let out a long, drawn out sigh as he stared at the book sitting in his lap. The pages were marked with more colors of high-lighter than colors in his hair, and that was saying something.

“Frost, that killed me.” A girl moaned as she slid next to him on the bench. “I am going to be so happy when this class is over.”

Kuval looked up and turned glossed lips into a smile. The blond probably spent more time with her makeup this morning than sleeping last night. Blue eyes looked up at him under long lashes. “Did you get any rest at all Amy?”

“No,” she admitted. “I wanted to kick this midterm’s ass and stayed up all night doing last minute studying. You probably got a full eight hours and still got an A.”

“Mmm” he said, neither confirming nor denying her statement. She reached over and straightened the dark purple tie Kuval was wearing. Kuval put up with it, like a kitten being groomed by its mother. Amy gently let her fingers trail up to turn Kuval to look at her.

“Frost, why do you hide your eye and hair color so much?”

“Why do you always ask?” he returned, not fazed. Most people asked at one time or another. He blinked white-out contacts, framed in heavy green and purple makeup that matched his lips, as if he truly was curious. “Go take a nap.”

She leaned over and kissed his cheek before she stood up. Kuval shook his head as he watched her go. Amy always worried about her testing scores, but she always passed too. With a snap, Kuval closed his book, shoved it into his leather side bag, and stood. His combat boots made audible clomps as he made his way across the concrete to the bus stop. His skin, exposed by the short sleeves of his white button-up and the short black and purple skirt, formed goose-bumps in the cool morning air.

Yrran Burre
Five am. As ever, one eye trained on the bed where Oya slept, as watchful as a dog. The other, unusually, cast down into his lap. The slip of paper placed there might have been innocuous if it wasn't so terrible. Yrran skimmed the words again.

Draft Notification:

A Holy War has commenced, and all able bodied angels are called to...

Yrran glanced away. Blah blah blah. Give him a position guarding a person and then as soon as they need him, try to take him away. So typical. He knew angels weren't supposed to be agnostic, but sometimes... Sometimes he had to wonder. If there really was a god, how did he get so selfish? Of course, it seemed like heaven just did what it wanted, without consideration or thought for those who had lives impacted by their abrupt decisions.

There was really only one option.

With a sigh, the young angel (not even a century!) stood, a few strong steps taking him over to the wastebasket in the corner of Oya's room. He'd have to talk to the others about this development, but for now... Yrran folded the bit of paper in his fingers and with a single, deft movement, ripped it in half. And again. And again. Systematically, he pulverized the draft notice until flakes of confetti spiraled down into the garbage. No reason to go find someone just to say no. A physical response could be just as elegant.

That duty taken care of, he returned to his post along the wall, to wait for the rise of his charge so they could both go about their respective days. Especially now, he couldn't let her go unguarded for even a second, because that second could prove both of their undoing.

Annika Elise Thurmond

Annie swung her legs down over the side of her bed, jumping out at a time when most people wouldn't be awake. Her parents certainly weren't. One of those children who always got up early, the first fingers of puberty had done nothing to alter that tendency. Throwing on jeans and a t-shirt, the small girl snuck down the hall to the kitchen in her house. Bright and sunny already, it gave off a comforting air of cheer as she poured herself a bowl of cereal and ran outside to get the newspaper. Blades of grass stuck to the soles of her feet and Annika picked them off as she unfolded the paper, already scanning it for anything of interest.

Serial Killer Strikes Again; Four Found Dead in Abraham Park

Both eagerly and with the sort of reluctance that can only stem from horror, Annika continued to read, scowling at the brutal descriptions of violence perpetrated upon innocent people just trying to live. She didn't understand it, she really didn't. One of the victims was only five. Suddenly, she didn't want breakfast anymore. Depositing her bowl in the sink, the small figure trekked back up the hall, calling softly. "Stephen? Stephen, why are people so horrible?"

Violet Rain

The air was a bit chilly, but it was a chill that seemed to soothe Violet and she needed a lot of it after she finished reading the draft notice that a messenger delivered her. She was leaning her back onto the cool brick walls of the building Kuval was inside of, though no one saw her since she was currently invisible to the human naked eye. At the moment she was not in the mood of being seen by the students still within school grounds let alone them interacting with her. She gazed up at the sky as she flipped the letter between her fingers repeatedly as thoughts ran through her mind, thoughts on topics that most angels were afraid of thinking about. Without knowing she subconsciously balled up her hands into fists making the letter crumble within her fists, just before her brain registered it she heard the door opening and she knew it was Kuval. She shoved her hands into her small fur jacket as she got off the wall and walked towards Kuval as she broke the invisibility spell.

A slight smile came across her face as she gazed upon Kuval, every time she laid her icy blue eyes on this young man a bit of happiness seemed to settle on her heart. The reason for it was unknown, she simply assume it was because this was one of the few people that will actually set out and do as they please, but this time a slight sadness overpowered that little bit of happiness and her smile broke. All the thoughts within her head merged into one thought, one question. 'Why can't I be like him and do as I please and not worry about what others think or react?' This one thought froze her in her tracks as she stared at a being below her and yet so much better off then her. Time itself seemed to slow down only to be brought back into normal speed when the light breeze brushed against her back making her brunette hair rub against her face. Squeezing her hands into tighter fists she decided to do what she wanted to do and not worry about others or the consequences, she would deal with it when the time comes. Ignoring the balled up piece of paper Violet continued her way over to Kuval "So how did you do with the test?".

Stephen Raye


Stephen's hair danced with the light breeze that caressed the roof of Annika's house, which he sat lightly on as he read the draft letter within his hands. Even though he was only at the beginning of the letter he knew what to expect and his reading only slowed as he reached the conclusion of the letter. Just as his breath came to stop the breeze ceased as if nature was involved in this matter, but Stephen knew better. Life goes on even if his ceased. He slowly laid down on the roof analyzing the situation he was in and the outcome of it, but he came to a solution. He decided to go and fight this war. He slowly stood up on his feet and Annika entered his train of thought and he hesitated as he stared out gazing across the rooftops.

He was contemplating whether she would be fine with her, in the end he believed she would be fine on her own and ti was best not to say any goodbyes after all he never gave a hello when they first met, this was easier for him. Just as he was preparing to teleport himself to his ears caught Salvia Annika soft voice, which was barely audible from outside but he could pick out her voice in the middle of a raging crowd a mile away. He stood there for a few seconds contemplating whether to go to her or leave her, his heart gave in he needed to see her one last time before leaving. He teleported at the end of the hall she was within and walked slowly to her; he opened his mouth to speak but she beat him to it and the question she asked him stopped him at his tracks. He quickly looked her up and down making sure she was not hurt but he caught sight of the newspaper she must have retrieved and reading a article title and the first two sentences he realized what she was talking about.

He this was the cause of something great probably the fact that angels all around the Earth are being drafted leaving the humans unprotected. Then images of Annika's death being written into the newspapers flooded his head and couldn't help but to walk up to her and wrap his arms around her pulling her close to him as he spoke "I don't know Annie, but you're nothing like them nor will I allow you to suffer by anyone's hand,". He slowly pulled away to get on his knees and peer within her eyes "I promise you that... no human, angel, or demon shall harm you as long as I'm near" he said with a forced smile trying to seem happy but his eyes gave away fear and sorrow. He lightly pressed his right hand against her right cheek "So promise me if you're scared or in need, even if you want to simply hang out you'll call me" he said as he held up his pink for a pinky promise. He was not going to war now, if this world was going to be drowned in destruction and hurt who was going to protect her from all that pain?

Sara drive another arrow into the demon's heart, but he still wouldn't die. "Come on! I have an appointment with another one of you fire suckers."
Finally the male demon screamed and became dust only to be carried up by the wind seconds later. Sighing Sarandiel started to walk over to her motorcycle, when a small, pretty pathetic looking angel popped up in front of her.
"Yes? What do you want?"
"Your Sarandiel also known as Sara Exitium?"
Rolling her eyes Sarandiel tapped her foot, "Yes. Come on get on with it."
"You have been ordered by the court to be a general in the Holy War against....."
Sara didn't even listen to the rest of the speech she tore open the letter he held out to her and devoured the contents. Smiling up at the sky she laughed almost manically, "Finally some action!"
Ignoring the small angel that just stood there with his mouth open, Sarandiel waved at him and hopped onto her motorcycle. She didn't even bother to change back into her human form and with one big burst of speed she disappeared into the night.

Oyamie woke up from her wonderful dream because of her alarm clock. She really didn't feel like going to school or getting up out of bed. "I don't feel like going to school not this early." She mumbled and whinned as she got up from her bed. Half a sleep she rubbed her eyes heading towards the bathroom door. While walking she looked inside a room where her parents were sleeping. At least they get to sleep all day except for her, she had to get up every 5 days of the week and go to school. Rolling her eyes,"Luckies.."

Walking into the bathroom the light burned her eyes when she turned it on,"Ah.. my eyes." She rubbed her eyes and continued to walk towards the mirror. Fixing her wavy hair she looked down at the sink and washed her face. She wiped her wet face off with a face towel and threw it in the laundry basket.

Walking back to her room she went inside her closet taking out a pink tank top, t-shirt, pink skinny jeans and pink sandels. Putting her clothes,"Okay only got thirty minutes till school starts." She finishes getting dressed and sits down on her bed.

"I suggest an alliance between our armies. Neither of our armies are large enough to face the hosts of heaven alone. I could make more hellspawn to fill the ranks, but that takes time. Time is a luxury we don't have," Daemien replied. True he was suggesting an alliance with Mileena, but he wasn't stupid enough to think she would ally with him without a second thought. He didn't trust her and Daemien was willing to be that she felt likewise about him. They had always had a touchy relationship, tolerating each other more out of necessity than anything else. The demon lord wasn't going to let his guard down even with an alliance. This wasn't the time to be careless with an angel army breathing down his neck. Not only that, but even with his vast spy network the information on this supposed new weapon was very limited. He knew it was vastly powerful and it was created by an Archdemon, but he didn't know which Archdemon created it, when it would be used, what powered it, or if it was actually even really. It was all very frustrating.

Kuval looked up at the watery sun trying to push its rays through the cloud. He should have brought a jacket. The air itself was pleasantly cool, but the wind brought sharpness with it and it only seemed to be getting stronger. He cast a casual glance over his shoulder when he heard footsteps and slowed when he realized it was Violet. He offered her a big smile. “Don’t know. Would have done better if it wasn’t at such a goddamn –sorry – early hour.”

His eyes swept over her, noting the balled fists in pockets and tense tilt to her shoulders. “Whats up babe? Something happen?” This wasn’t the first time he’d seen her like this, though the last time was when he’d accidently walked in front of a bus. He tried to think back – he didn’t think he’d almost died today.

Yrran Burre

As soon as Oyamie woke, he'd already left. Still close enough that he could be beside her in seconds, Yrran respected the young woman too much to infringe upon her privacy with his own petty concerns. Not that it really mattered to him, in his lifetime, he'd watched over human after human without them finding out that he even existed, but for her peace of mind, he refrained. Sure, things had changed over time, but the basic desire for privacy hadn't, and probably never would.

It wasn't until Yrran felt certain Oya had changed that he walked back in, oddly enough, using the door. He didn't bother to explain where he'd been or how he'd gotten there. It wasn't important.

The young angel smiled, leaning against the frame of her door. "Good morning, Oya, even if you don't think so. How did you sleep?"

Annika Elise Thurmond

With all the compliance of trust, she allowed Stephen to pull her against his chest, even as the fervor in his voice and eyes confused her. He spoke so seriously of not letting anyone hurt her that for a moment a chill crawled up her spine. It was almost as though Stephen considered it a legitimate threat. Like something like that might happen to her. Lacing her pinky into his, Annika buried herself again in Stephen's chest where evil didn't exist.

A few moments later, self-conscious but still with her finger locked to his, Annika disengaged. "I promise. And you promise me you won't get hurt, too, promise?" Light blond brows knitted together. "If there are people out there who would hurt kindergartners, someone somewhere might try to hurt an angel. Please don't be that angel. I need you to stay with me." Somewhere on the line, it had devolved into a plea, and she still needed to properly get ready for school, and Stephen might be upset if he found out she hadn't eaten properly, but at least someone would be.

In a way, this seemed more important than she could even tell, but maybe it was the sorrow and fear lurking in Stephen's eyes. "Is something wrong?"

Mileena smiled.
"That is a good idea but what is in it for you?" Mileena asked. She could sense Castiel just outside the door and the smile on her face widened. He might fit in nicely as a plan of attack. Especially if Bayne still felt for him. She just wasn't sure if teaming with Daemien was in her best interests. Who was she kidding. She needed that boost though she could do whatever she wanted. She could even corrupt a few souls if she wanted to. It wasn't that hard. Just tangle the promise of what they wanted in front of their face and they easily succumbed.


Trish stood up and walked toward Reece. She stopped a few paces from him.
"Would you like me to go get the librarian?" Trish asked.
"You really shouldn't be reading without your glasses." Trish continued. She tilted her head to the left allowing some of her hair to form a little bit of a curtain. She never moved to take it out of the ponytail though. Then again it didn't matter because no one could see her. She wasn't going to appear unless he asked. For the simple fact that no one had seen her walk in and they'd start asking questions. Castiel always said to avoid things like that.


Castiel was starting to drift as he stood there. He actually was going back into his thoughts and he heard that same musical lilt from before. He jarred from his thoughts. No it couldn't be. It wasn't supposed to work still. He couldn't help but wonder if she had changed at all since he had seen her last. That brief glimpse showed she hadn't changed physically but personality and mentally was something different. He shook it off and he continued to wait.

Oyamie smiled looking at him,"Yea, I am never a morning person.. No problems with sleeping tthough.. How have you been?.." She got up and walked over to the door picking up her back pack and putting it on. When she walked over to the front door she couldn't find her door key. Looking around,"Have you.. seen my door key Yurran?" She looked over her shoulder at him. Turning around to see if he knows,"I can't find my key..." She sighed, He probably doesn't know anyway. She walked back to her room and looked in and under her bed. Then she walked over to Yurran looking down,"Would you help me look for it?" She raised her head up making eye contact with him...

Reece didn't pay Trish any heed for a few seconds. He was on a roll with his reading, picking up the pace as his eyes adjusted to the page that was touching his nose. "I'm fine without them. I can just about see my way around. When I start mistaking people for wizards and the library for a castle, then you can advise me about my glasses," he eventually mumbled, setting the book to one side. He was loathe to admit that Trish was right; he did need his glasses. "Is something the matter?" he asked with a voice barely louder than a whisper, shortly after standing and brushing his shirt with a swift palm. He'd been sat still for so long that he had gathered a thin film of dust.

What's in it for him? Did he have to spell it out for her? "What's in it for me is what's in it for you. Mainly not getting overrun by heaven's forces. As I said, neither of our armies are large enough to deal with them on our own. An alliance is only logical," Daemien explained again. I wonder if she's a natural blonde, he chuckled to himself on the inside. "By the way, I believe you have company," Daemien said, gesturing to the door. "It would be rude to keep him waiting." The demon lord smiled and the doors opened as if on their own.

Violet Rain

She shook her head at his remark, at least he apologized so she wasn't going to give him grief this time "I understand at least you did your best" she simply said and turned in the direction of his walking path. She realized she was tense so she slightly relaxed herself as she walked side-by-side with Kuval in a slow and steady pace. She didn't realize she gave anything away or even showed any evidence of her anger until Kuval asked what was the matter. She shook her head while giving him quick glances making sure he fell for it or just letting it go was good enough. "Better change the subject," She mumbled to herself as she lowered her head then lifted it and looked over to Kuval putting on a shell that revealed nothing "So what's the plan now you're done with you test?" she asked in an almost too fake voice, she wasn't the type to put on a show.

Stephen Raye

Stephen smirked at her promise and nodded as he slightly shook her pinky before releasing it "I promise not to get hurt" he said with a big smile before he stood up. His smile broke when she mention that there could be people out there that would love to cause harm to him but he displayed no emotion as he answered her "I wont ever leave your side even if you don't see me". He placed his index finger on her forehead "As long as I am on your mind," he lowered his finger to hover his finger over the spot where her heart was located "I will be here with you". When she asked if there was something wrong he said "No everything is how it should be," then he tugged on her t-shirt and said "you should be getting ready and if you hurry I just might get you breakfast" he added the last part as temptation as he pointed at her bedroom as if ordering her to hurry.

Salvia

The four Divine Guardians were standing upon the balcony of the Great Palace that housed the Divine Guardians, it granted them the ability to overlook all of Salvia along with its borders that divided Salvia from the Vixen the divine forest. As the four Divine Guardians stood there the angels of Salvia took their stations as angels from Earth teleported within the enormous courtyard in front of the Great Palace. The numbers were in the billions of billions and yet the angels that tallied their numbers could keep up with each and every angel that entered Salvia and left it, so they would not overlook or miscount any angel. The Divine Guardians waited as the angels filed in, the angels that were drafted only had an hour before the portal in Salvia were to be closed for the ceremony, if one could call it that, would commence.

Sara sighed as she pushed her way through the various angels only stopping to nod at angels higher or equal to her. There weren't many. She didn't have many friends, for her only friend was war, famine, and fighting. These are the things that kept her occupied and now there would be a surplus of it. Sarandiel walked through the grand doors and went to the front of the crowd. As a Chaos Angel she deserved to be closer to the Divine Guardians. Sara looked up and saw the Divine Guardians, one of the few things she feared. She automatically went down on one knee in respect. Once years ago they had all been born as angels around the same time, but that did not make them friends. It made them respect each others power and wisdom.

(Sorry I have not uploaded I have been sick and finals came up.)

Kuval watched her walk beside him. He could tell she was lying – part of being an angel, he supposed. Deceit didn’t come naturally to them. He looked away pointedly, letting her know that he would drop it. She was far older than him, after all. Wiser, and it wasn’t his job to protect her. She hadn’t come flying in to interrupt his test, so it couldn’t be that bad. He smiled, amused. Here he was, thinking she was worried about him when he had no evidence it was the truth.

He shrugged one shoulder. “I don’t know. Breakfast maybe. We could snag crepes from the stand in the farmers market and eat in the park, if you’d like.”

"Castiel come in here." Mileena said. She didn't see if he walked in but that wasn't her main concern.
"I suppose that is good enough reason but just so you know I will not take kindly if you try to stab me in the back." Mileena said. She has a smile on her face.
"Besides I have a way to hopefully corrupt an angel." She said. She wasn't sure if Bayne would fall for it but Castiel hopefully had some pull.


"When did the conversation become about me?" Trish asked. A smile graced her lips but Reece couldn't see it.
"You are talking to an angel though. Should I be worried?" Trish asked. She crouched down so she wasn't completely standing. She didn't get tired but she liked to keep herself acting like she was human. She brushed her hair back so it dangled down her back again.


Castiel grimaced when the door opened. He walked in when Mileena's voice summoned him. When he heard the words corrupt an angel his thoughts snapped toward Trish but didn't want to jump to conclusions. He figured that the man standing in the room with Mileena was the other Demon lord.
"You summoned me?" Castiel said as he didn't bother to bow he just stood there. He was trying to devise ways to kill her slowly. Then again that wouldn't due because then someone would take him down.

Reece ruffled his hair to free the last of the dirt, and made a point to take his time putting the books away so that he could talk to Trish. "If you don't want me to talk to you, then just say so. But seeing as you're my guardian, I figured we should at least be on a first-name basis, 'stead of you being some wacko voice over my shoulder now and then. Angel or demon, you're still a person, I guess. Though I can't remember the last time I saw your physical form..."
In the middle of standing on his tip-toes to place a book back on its lofty perch, the last five slipped from his grasp and landed with a loud crash on his foot. He grunted and bit his lip, trying not to disturb the other patrons with a surprised yelp.