Lucrezia peeled her face off from the ground, wiping her eyes and dusting her face from the stones.
"Talk about turning on your own." She muttered, focusing it towards the evil one. She felt a trickle down the side of her face, she quickly swiped it and turned to her finger to examine it. The usual black blood always frightened however when there was a mixture of red blood she knew there was going to be a scar left on her face. Fantastic, she thought to herself, sarcastically.
She lifted herself up from the ground to acknowledge the small spurts of fire still alive. She also saw many bodies on the floor, burnt to ash, dead obviously. She felt a pang of guilt in her heart as she saw the small body of a child next to her mother presumably. She shook off that feeling as she walked through the lifeless street. She was wearing a long black coat, with slits in the back for her wings to go through. Underneath she was wearing red combats and a black vest top with dusty army boots. Her hair was in a mess but she cared little about that as she slided her sunglasses over her eyes. She brushed down her body before looking back up towards the street.
Surprisngly, there were some buildings that were mostly still upright. Not surprisingly it was a pub, one house and a playground. What odd things to keep alive, Lucrezia noted. She moved some stubble away from the door of the pub and came across more bodies. She stepped over them with care. She looked around to see someone, a human, a demon, an angel or a vampyre? She couldn't quite tell.

"Target 'can-16' behind us!" Bradly rolled himself aside, hiding behind a small part of a broken wall, with a quick flip of his hand he reached for his weapon. Aiming it at the direction he had yelled out, faking a gunshot from his weapon. "Bang! Target 'can-16' is down, two more to go!" As he rolled aside once more to shoot the tin can that was hanging on a thin rope Bradly had attached to a 'Pub' sign, he quickly slid back behind the broken wall. Whispering in a commanding voice. "Unknown target, retreat to H-4."(H-4 = Hideout nr. 4.) He quickly crawled himself in one alley that had managed to survive whatever had happened before he woke up to find nothing alive in this place. Bradly holstered his weapon as he rose up to lean against the wall, keeping a watchful eye on the person that mindlessly roamed the rubble filled street. Though it wasn't only rubble, carcasses lay scattered around the area. But it was only now that Bradly could smell the stench of burning, rotting corpses. And with that he quickly covered his nose and mouth, although that would help little protecting himself from the stench.

As the target stepped closer towards his direction, Bradly could make up that it was indeed a female. Conflict, should I confront the target and risk death? Or... He formed a small shadowing plan, watching what this person would do without having to confront her and without being noticed. His blue eyes scanned for a perfect spying area, Aha, that door seems to have itself open. Surely this building is still stable enough to hold one person. Bradly sprinted towards the opening, occasionally glancing back to see if he wouldn't be noticed. As he walked through the opening, he shut the door slowly, without making any sound but a small 'Cling!' when the handle from outside broke of. Crap! And that has to happen to me... Well, if anyone would notice they'd probably think it broke of at random. Without further hesitation he ran up the stairs that were easily located, right in front of him. One room had the perfect environment for watching the road, a window just large enough for a person to look outside, but just too little for anyone outside to notice someone watching them. Perfect. Bradly dropped his bag next to the red 'royal' chair, and dropped himself down as well, looking through the window to see if he could spot the female.

Duncan stood at the bar trying to reach the whiskey on the far wall. He finally gave up and unfurled his wings and jumped over the bar. He unplugged the top and glugged the entire thing down. Alcohol had no effect on him but it refueled his powers faster then normal regeneration. It had taken a lot of energy to blow up this particular town. He finished the bottle just when the door opened. He turned and saw a woman enter and look at him. She was gorgeous but Duncan could feel the Angel aura flowing off of her. "Hello." he said but after that he was lost. He decided the best route would be the offensive "If you don't mind this is my bar," at this point he drew the two khopesh off his back "and there are already enough dead bodies around it. Can we please not add yours?"

As soon as Lucrezia went inside she could tell she definitely wasn't alone, and the small sounds here and there definitely confirmed her suspicions. She combed her hair through her fingers as she began turning around to catch sight of this human. It was obvious, because they had small fear yet would not try to battle against her. She decided she would get this person later on in the day, considering the fact that the day was young and there didn't seem to be many people worried about finding recruitments as yet.
She quickly turned around to face a demon it seemed. He began talking but she wasn't really paying much attention. The only thing that caught her mind was the fact he was being, mean to her? It didn't take long for Lucrezia to realise that he had almost had a look of disgust on his face, and she had remembered that she probably still had an angel aura coming off of her. She was bored and decided to not tell him about her being on his side yet.
"Wonder if I don't want to? I'm stronger than you, probably older, and I have wings... and other benefits of my life... you however seem weak, I'm surprised you haven't been killed by the vampyres yet or even by 'the evil one' himself. Pity..." She said, with a smirk on her face, but the real smile was hiding in her eyes, which were protected by her hair that was stillcovering some of her face.

Duncan sneered at the girl. He unfurled his four bat wings and set his hands and swords on fire. He snapped his now burning fingers and the room behind him became darker then night "You, my dear, have NO idea who you are talking to!" He then flapped his wings to levitate him off the floor. He then flapped his wings as hard as he could and an orb of fire surrounded both of them and quickly spread out engulfing the entire room in flames. He then roared "I am Duncan Alva! General of Satin's army and embodiment of Hate! I am as old as mankind as you know them and I am the master of shadows!" He finished with a slash of his swords sending a ripple through the ground and causing the burning bar to come crashing down around them. "And I need a drink!" he then took another bottle out of his inner jacket pocket and downed that bottle to.

Waking up with a migraine and a pain in his right shoulder, Chase was already in a bad mood. He sat up slowly, so he wouldn’t make anything else feel any worse. Was his arm broken? He stretched it out slowly, wincing. It hurt, but it wasn’t broken. He could walk it off. Thankfully. Too bad that couldn’t be said for the rest of these people, whoever they were. He blinked, standing to his feet and taking a step back. Where did all these bodies come from?

He shook his head and stepped over them, quickly getting over the shock and making his way through the area and down the road. What was he doing laying in that yard anyway? He couldn’t remember going there. Maybe he was thrown? He couldn’t be sure. Chase paused in his walk to see a few buildings still standing. Picking one, he started towards it with the thought of finding some water, but stopped in confusion when he saw that the door handle was broken. Who would leave this entire building standing, but break this? he thought skeptically.

Chase shrugged to himself, deciding it really wasn’t all that important, and headed inside. He considered shouting out for some other living people, but decided against it. He didn’t want to be dragged down by any others. He started up the stairs. “There’s gotta be water around here somewhere..”

Having to sit down for approximately five minutes, waiting for someone or something to appear wasn't such a good idea after all. Perhaps even idiotic, then again, what else was there to do besides waiting? It wasn't like you could go anywhere in particular, and this town didn't look to lively in Bradly's opinion, maybe he imagined that female walking down the road. Maybe he hit his head too hard, and was that the cause of him passing out and forgetting what happened before the whole town turned into a giant wasteland of carcasses and rubble. He scratched the back of his head, deciding he needed something to look forward to, anything besides roaming around a wasteland for all eternity.

A plan, but what? It's not li--- His thoughts were cut off, and if Bradly would've have had cat ears, they would twitch from a feint but clear sound. "And just when I wanted to take some time brainstorming with myself for a survival plan." He slowly removed himself from the chair, slapping his trench-coat as somehow dust particles had gathered on it. Well, he did roll around in rubble, which explains the dust on his clothes and such. Now something or someone was climbing the stairs, the wooden planks creaking with each step the target took. As soon as the 'Unlucky one' would show itself, Bradly would reach for his weapon, ready to shoot whenever the target proved hostile.

"Halt!" The words ran out of his mouth as easy as one would say 'Hello.', and before the target could do anything Bradly reached for his weapon. Pointing it directly at the person in front of him. "Name, business and alignment! And state them quickly, I rarely miss from this distance..." He removed the safety from his weapon, slowly stepping forward as he readied the gun for immediate fire if necessary.

Lucrezia couldn't stop herself from laughing.
"Get off your high horse before I really do hurt you, and trust me, it is very tempting. Now don't be greedy with all of that. I have alot of work to be doing today, and I need as much enthusiasm as I can get." She said, still laughing at how riduculous this boy or man was. It was going to be even better if he decided to persist with this act of foolishness and she really did get to show him how powerful she really was.
Lucrezia hopped on top of the bar, going past him, and making her way towards where the spirits were kept. She smiled as she found a whole stash of them. She poured herself a mugful and drank it all without taking a breath, gulp mafter gulp. She couldn't help feeling like she continued hearing movement, whether it was in this building or the only other builiding 2 doors down. To wash away all of her paranoia she mixed 2 of the spirits together and downed it all in one.

Taylor woke up and she didn't remember a thing. "What the hell happened here?" she wondered out loud.
She stood up and remembered her name. "Okay so lets just sit down and try to think about everything thing. So first off my name is Taylor," she declared not knowing that everyone has a last name, "And I like some game where you... kick... a.... A ball. And I have a friend, a female friend, named..... Oh shit what is her name? Well anyway we are together before..... Before.... Before what?" she asked herself.
She shrugged and stood up. See saw some people (Bradly and Lucrezia) in the distance.
"Hello?" she called waving her arms in the air and walking towards them.


((Sorry I suck at first posts. If this is to short I can fix it.))

Duncan didn't care for this girl's attitude. She obviously really didn't know who he was. It didn't particularly bother him but it was just odd not to feel the normal fear an angel gets when confronted with the leader of Satin's army. "Who are you girl?" he asked snidely. It didn't take much for him to start hating something, often it took nothing, but he had taken a disliking to this girl the second she opened her mouth.

Lucrezia, whilst waiting for the man's reply, she looked out of the distance. Apart from all the limp and lifeless bodies splayed out on the ground she saw something moving, a person getting closer towards them. Soon it looked as if the figure was waving. Lucrezia decided to wave back, not without a look of confusion on her face of course, and slowly back away from the sight of that person. She went back to the bar and took another 2 drinks of mixed alcohol.
Then the man replied, quite out of the blue and caused a little fright to Lucrezia. She listened to him as he intently looked at her, with an obvious distaste yet curiosity. She smiled at his troubles.
"Don't worry about who I am, try to figure out who you are first. As a person, as a pawn just to satisfy the needs of your masters and creators. You'll find out about me soon enough, but right now don't you have some humans to be capturing and preparing for war?" She said to him, gesturing with her arm towards the figure approaching.
"Don't we all?" She mindlessly muttered to herself, knowing she'll probably have to do the exact same soon enough.
"What are you waiting for?"

Chase had just managed to reach the top of the staircase, when he found himself held at gun-point, frozen and confused. “Halt!” The gun was pulled out and pointed at him and he wasn’t sure what to do at this point. As a first response, he held up his hands defensively, but then mentally questioned himself on what he was doing. "Name, business and alignment! And state them quickly, I rarely miss from this distance..."

He raised an eyebrow. “Demanding, aren’t you?” he said carelessly, putting his hands back down to his side when he decided that this ‘threat’ was no sort of threat at all. “Listen, I just came over here looking for water. I didn’t even know you were up here.” Chase glanced to the window, shocked to see the pub across the street basically break down. Things around here just got more interesting by the second, didn’t they? Joy. “I don’t have to explain myself to you,” he said, turning his attention back towards the other guy in the room. “But if you must know, my name’s Chase. Not that I care, but for future reference, what’s yours?” He pointed to the gun. “And would you put that away? If I was any real danger, don’t you think I’d of killed you already? Calm yourself down.”

Without any further regard towards the threat of the weapon, Chase strolled over to the window. It was a nice lookout towards the rest of the surrounding area. Now that he was paying attention, he spotted three figures down below. He didn’t really care. Instead, he glanced back at the other guy in the room, giving him a half-hearted smile. “So about that water…?”

Duncan sighed heavily. He hated humans SOOOOOOooOOooO much!! He flew over the woman and did a corkscrew, with the swords held over his head, through the remaining rubble and then flew swiftly to the girl. He landed next to her and bowed slightly. "Hello mortal. I am Duncan General in Lord Satin's army. I have been sent to you........" he stopped in his normal speech as he stared at her chest. This wasn't because he was a pervert but because he saw something that was most definitely unusual for a human. " My dear.... What is..... that?" He stepped closer and touched her right between the ribs. Instantly a message was ripped through him. He couldn't understand it but he felt that she did.

Taylor let out a scream when he landed and said "Hello mortal. "What the hell are you?" she asked looking at his black eyes. She backed up a step and looked him over. Taylor saw his hand extend and was to scared to do anything but stand there. "What the hell are you doing?" she asked slapping his hand way and fire engulfed her hole hand and forearm. She didn't even pay attention to it. She was to busy looking at his black eyes. She noticed a flicker of flame to her right and looked around. "Do you see a fi-," she dropped her sentence when she saw her fire hand. "That did you do to me?!?!" cried Taylor, "I was fine before you came over!" she yelled at him and back up until she tripped over some rubble. She fell on her left hand and then felt something cold when she landed on her but. She looked down and saw her left hand and forearm covered in ice plus the ground under her was frozen. Taylor just sat there looking at the man, scared.

The male proved to remain quite a passive stance, not at all moved by what was supposed to be a threatening motion. Bradly already knew that this was not a foe, though it was hard to believe to be a friend either. Then again, he figured that you wouldn't see a living person too often, and that was something worth giving a chance. "Sorry for the rude introduction, got to keep maximum safety..." Bradly locked the gun, storing it back to its respective holster, taking his time before answering Chase's question. "Fine, if you need easy reference, the name's Bradly." He kept his gaze on the male as he stepped inside the room, staring at the large window.

"As for the water, you can take one of my water bottles. Just don't sip it all at once." He rolled his eyes, watching over the pub as it was partially destroyed by whatever it was, and three figures standing in the middle of the street. "Three more targets." Bradly gazed on the female he saw earlier, "Scratch that, two more targets. Possible threat, I guess that would be my signal to get out of here.", But that wouldn't be very timed... Not to mention probably the only known exit is that door, and that leads right back in front of those three figures. Another conflict. Watching how this will unfold would be the safest option. He shrugged slightly, dropping himself into the chair once more as he folded his arms.

As she continued to watch the scene in front of her unfold, Lucrezia had to laugh at Duncan's failing attempt at trying to persuade the human girl. It was like watching a comedy film as she had was finishing the final dregs of her mixed drinks. Lucrezia wasn't so terrible that she wouldn't help a 'fellow companion' when he was digging a hole so deep for himself he would not be able to get out of. She downed the little that was left of her drink before walking over there.
"Wrong approach, now watch the 'pros'." She whispered in Duncan's ear. She then turned to the human girl.
"Sorry about that, but we're here to help you. Do you want a drink? Warmth? Another chance at life?" She asked the girl.
"How rude of me, I haven't even asked whether you're injured or not. Are you hurting in any part of your body? And what's your name?" She was saying, with a warm smile and her eyes were glowing with compassion.

Duncan turned to her and sneered. "She's spoken for girl. She's been touched by a VERY powerful demon. Satin himself perhaps. I don't know. Whoever he or she is they gave her peculiar powers. Is she hurt? Her arm's currently of FIRE! But fine if you want you can take care of her while I go take care of the man who was considering shooting you the entire time you talked to me. Fool." He then took off again and flew over to the building he had sensed the two humans in. He burst through the roof and said "Hello humans, blah blah blah..... Do you want to join the Demon army or not?"

Just as peace was thought to finally have arrived, and Bradly could finally contemplate with himself on a survival plan, oddly enough someone flew directly through the ceiling. Bradly covered his face while he pushed himself back to make the chair fall on the ground as he rolled himself on his feet, the reckless person dropping down where the chair would've been standing if Bradly didn't move away.. Sheesh, isn't there anything on this world that doesn't leave me alone? Trying to work on a survival plan here. He examined the person who didn't seem to be moved or damaged at all from that stunt.

And if that wasn't weird enough, it turned even more weird. The question that rolled from the strangers mouth was quite odd. Demon army? Yeah, this guy is mentally ill... Though that doesn't explain his entrance. Tsch, it's as if from the moment I woke up I am confronted with choices. After staring for quite some time, Bradly rose up form his kneeling position, his blue eyes scanning the area one more time. Something strange was going on, and he needed answers, but it was debatable that the stranger would give those answers. Not, unless Bradly would agree with his odd question. Even if his body language would show confidence, Bradly's mind was quite the opposite. It confused him, the town was in a rubble, then out of the blue a person appears in front of him and asks him to join the 'Demon Army'?

"You must've hit your head too damn hard. Demon army? There are no such things." But something told Bradly he was wrong on that part, yet he did not need to give in to a person that just asks something in a demanding voice. Al right, what are my options. Fleeing suits me just fine, but he'll probably chase me if I dared flee the scene. Then there is accepting his offer, but I'd rather keep my mind sane, for now. Bradly folded his arms, waiting for whatever response came first.

Chase turned away from the window when he was told there was water in the room. It didn’t take him long to find the bottle and down it enthusiastically, stopping only when it reached the half-way mark before placing the cap back on and putting it back where he found it. “That was gr—”

He found himself being interrupted as someone burst literately onto the scene. He turned in time to avoid the person, but the surprise knocked him back onto his butt. Chase glared at the person who came from seemingly nowhere, though he remembered seeing him down below in the remains of the pub. They were two stories high. This was no ordinary guy, that was for sure. He supposed this just meant even more excitement for the day. “Demon army?” he echoed with Bradley, before getting to his feet and taking a defensive step back. That…actually sounded genuinely cool. Ridiculous, though.

He laughed under his breath. “I think Bradley here’s right on that one. Have a few too many drinks, man?” He started cautiously towards the staircase, casually, as if he were only going over that way to study the paintings up on the wall nearby it. “Oh, Bradley, before this guy rudely interrupted…,” he started, looking at the other guy to get the point across to follow along, “my answer to your question is no, I haven’t seen any weapons around lately. Not even sure what I’d use one for anyway.” He shrugged, taking one more step back. “Would you happen to know?” Use the gun, idiot, so I can run! He looked at the guy who'd burst on the second floor with them. "What about you? Oh, by the way, what's your name?"

The simpletons actually thought he was LYING! He had just crashed through the roof of the 2nd floor in a four story building and they thought he was LYING! He spread his wings and jumped over the head of the man who was trying to walk out. "Do you think I'm stupid young man?" He whispered into his ear. "Do you think I don't know when a man is sneaking away? Do you think that I can't see a weapon?" He pulled his khopesh and put the curve to the man's neck. "Now you boy *he nodded his head at Bradly* will pull that gun out and drop it out the window. If you do this then you may retrieve it later. However try to shoot me and not only will this man die but so will you." He wrapped his wings around the man and then sunk into the shadows around him (pulling the mortal with him). He then came out of the shadow land outside what remained of the pub. "Trust me when I say I will not kill you." He said to the man, who still had a sword to his neck, calmly "After seeing as much of Hell as I have..... Your less likely to send people there. The khopesh is just so that man does not shoot me. My name is Duncan."

Taylor looked at the new girl and swallowed hard before saying, "T-t-Taylor. And n-no I'm warm enough. Do you know how to stop this?"
Taylor stood up and the ice melted from the ground. Her left arm/hand was back to normal. She wasn't as scared with her around for some odd reason. She held her arms out for her to examine them.
"Do you know what happened here? I mean I just woke up and then he came, touched me, and my arms went all weird. Look the ice is gone," she said then the flame died out to just at her fingers.
"Do you know why this is happening to me? Am I dreaming?" she asked them both again.

Found no weapon? What was this Chase guy talking about? Bradly never asked him a question about a weapon, not to mention, why would he? He already had something to protect himself with. A weapon! Finally the silent hint reached his brains, and without hesitation he pulled out his trusty weapon, aiming it at the stranger. "As you see, we have no intention of accepting your offer. Leave, or risk your head being blown into pieces." Too late, the stranger had Chase in his grip, and Bradly's mouth widened, shocked and surprised at the same time from the stranger being an actual demon. It did answer his question, and the rest would make sense in time. "Interesting, so you didn't lie after all. Well that's a surprise, really."

He didn't seem at all moved by the fearsome threat of the demon, but knew all too well that innocent people wouldn't die today. "Fine, your the game master for today's encounter." And with a quick throw the gun flew out of the window, It best not break on impact. It is my only form of protection. Bradly turned his gaze on the demon. "Now let him g-" Too late, the demon had vanished into whatever it was, and had taken Chase with him. "Well, so much for pointless gun throwing. But this is odd. The town is in a rubble, this man claims to be a demon and proved he is one." Bradly lowered his head, placing his hand on his chin to think. What's going on here? Surely if demons do exist, then what does that guy need Chase for? He did ask us if we wanted to join his so called demon army... Perhaps... but that is too crazy.

He shrugged, scratching the back of his blond haired head as he picked up the travelling bag. "I am so going to regret my heroic choice..." With one last glance Bradly walked down the stairs, bashing the door he used to enter the building. It didn't take long for Bradly to find his gun once more, but it was jammed, and it needed fixing. Just my luck, why does life hate me? Repairing the damned thing takes too long, maybe I can make him believe the damned thing is actually working? As Bradly scanned the area, he realised he wasn't the only one on the streets. The other two figures were still there as well. Yeah, life definitely hates me. He shrugged it off, and as soon as Bradly turned himself around, the demon appeared in front of the pub. I forgot, he still has that sword. Giving him the upper hand yet again. He just glared at the demon figure, placing his weapon back in its respective holster.

Lucrezia just looked at the girl, who looked rather hopeless. Even Lucrezia herself was confused about what had just happened, but the taint of an evil darkness could soon be sensed upon her aura. Lucrezia smiled,
"It's a good sign. But come on," She said, quickly changing the subject in an attempt to look concerned. "There must be something that needs stitches or even just attention of some sort." She finished and looked back up at Taylor. Lucrezia put her arm around Taylor's shoulder and walked with her towards the pub.
"Let's just go to a building that isn't in ruins, that's a good idea no?" As she was walking further away from the 3 guys, one of which she had already met, she rolled her eyes thinking about how the element of fear in persuasion works on only a few, definitely not all.
Lucrezia settled Taylor down on one of the pub couches and walked towards the bar, jumping over it and got her usual drink.
"Do you want one Taylor?" She asked, the first she said her name aloud and was presented with a smile.

When the girl draped her arm over Taylor's should she fell into step with her. She noticed a few guys standing around. She looked around and saw a bar. Taylor started to walk towards it when the woman put her on the couch. After she turned around Taylor walked up to the bar and leaned on it.
"Sure I'll take a drink. And what would need stitches?" she asked her putting her hands on her pockets.
"Whats this?" she wondered out loud pulling a piece of folded paper from her pocket.
"Hello Taylor,
If you reading this I assume you have noticed you new powers. I have given them to you in hope you will use them right.
-S
Taylor handed the note to the woman and then looked around.
"Any idea on who "S" is?" she asked folding her arms on the bar table.

Chase was just a step away from darting down the stairway, but it seemed today just refused to be any sort of lucky for him. The demon—whom he now fully believed in to be—flew over his head and, before he had time to react, pulled a strange weapon on him. He’d never seen one like that before, but it was sharp and it was dangerous—that much he could tell. That’s all he needed to know to keep himself from moving away from it. He wasn’t going to risk having his head chopped off.

He looked back up at Bradley and gave him an impatient look. Finally, Bradley seemed to understand and pulled the weapon out. Well, it was a little late now. Even if he shot, at this angle, he’d probably just end up hitting Chase instead anyway. And if he missed, the demon would slice his throat and he’d die. He sighed in agitation when Bradley was forced to toss his weapon out the window. He wondered if he would be able to retrieve it later, if it wasn’t broken, that is.

Then the next thing Chase knew, he was being enveloped in darkness and opening his eyes to the outside. He blinked, taking a look around and realizing they were just outside the building and the pub. “Riiight,” Chase drawled when he was told that Duncan wouldn’t kill him. He put up his hand to attempt to lightly push the weapon away from his neck without stabbing himself in the process. “Then, Duncan, would you mind putting that thing away? It would be much more reassuring, you know.” He looked over as he heard voices and spotted the two girls from earlier. “What are they doing?”