Sammael
Angel
~Why does everything I touch fall apart?~
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Post by Sammael on Apr 13, 2011 22:05:03 GMT -5
 
The angel walked through the park, his golden eyes raking over the area as he did so. Sometimes people would comment on his eyes, say they looked unnatural, that he must be wearing contacts. How wrong they were. Humans amused him often, how their minds bended things to fit their reality. If something was too terrifying or too great for them to understand, their mind altered it so that it made sense to them, that it was explainable.
Sammael moved with unnatural movements along the path, movements much like that of a predator. The male briefly wondered if there was any danger in the park at all this night and the thought of going back to his home was tempting, but knowing his luck the danger would come after that. The angel stopped briefly, glancing at the sky, his breath visible in the form of steam due to the cold. After one more glance, Sammael began to walk again, mind wandering elsewhere for a few moments. That was something that would probably be his down fall once day, the way he could lose himself in his musing. This was a habit he should probably break out of sometime soon, before something happened. Sammael snorted at the thought of it, he doubted he would stop, he liked getting lost in his own imagination. Reality could be so much more grueling, sometimes the angel felt as though he was just a puppet, dancing to his puppeteer's tune. He growled at the thought, continuing his patrol.
 TAG - Anyone
NOTES - Yay post!
TUNES - It's not my time;3 Doors Down
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Post by Viktorya Mihailov on Apr 15, 2011 15:21:07 GMT -5
demon princess Come here, now come here, let me smell your fears
Cry here, now cry here, let me enjoy your tears
Lick the wet segments of a worm
Of all the places the elder female demon could go, Central Park was definitely one of her favorites. She just loved that there were ample spring, summer, winter and fall lovers. What Viktorya loved best was seducing a male lover right from his female counterpart. Of the times it didn’t work, she would kill the female so she couldn’t scream and then rape the male and then kill him. It was pleasurable!
There were plenty of prosperable suspects and then Viktorya’s eye caught on one. Even though she was not near him he wreaked of goodness – definite angel. Viktorya was not so popular with the angels right now as she had massacred little children. She had fought a battle with an angel named Kaviel in where some more innocent campers died, not children but a family. It had enraged Kaviel some more. So no, Viktorya was not very popular with the angels right now. But she was wanted dead.
What would this angel do? Did he have an all points bulletin on Viktorya? Did he know Viktorya was a demon? Would the angel attack Viktorya? She walked up slowly to him, “Hello.” She said. “Beautiful night, isn’t it?” she asked. She looked human enough with her human clothes, her human English but her scent was most noticeably demon. Yet of all her demon brothers and sister she had the least demon-like-demon appearance. It might be possible, just possible that this angel thought that Viktorya had encountered a demon unknowingly, that would explain the demon scent on her skin and clothes. "Sorry to bother you. Do you know where 10th and 75th is?" And let it wriggle down your throat |
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Sammael
Angel
~Why does everything I touch fall apart?~
Posts: 6
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Post by Sammael on Apr 15, 2011 19:30:59 GMT -5
During his musings, Sammael heard someone approach him and he paused, turning his head to the side slightly to watch the female who came towards him. The smell of demon wafted in the air and this made him more attentive, turning his whole body to the woman. This demoness then began to speak to the angelic being and the blond narrowed his eyes at her. “Matter of opinion I believe.” His silky voice broke the silence, though he still watched her, as if deciding if she was human or demon. She looked human, more so than most demons would, but would he take that chance? No, he would not. Even if she was human, he would find out soon enough.
In the angel’s hand, heavenly fire began to appear as he watched the woman in front of him closely. Sammael wasn’t overly fond of fighting in the open, but it would appear he wouldn’t have much of a choice. The fire began to take shape and change, turning itself into a sword of fire.
At this, the angel glanced down at his weapon, before looking back up at the demon. “I do believe that this will turn into a glorious night, however.” The angel mused with a cruel smile, taking a step toward the demoness. What she would do, he had no idea, but he planned on coming out victorious. One way or another.
TAG - Viktorya
WORDS - 234
NOTES - I didn't want to do anything that could be included as 'god modding' xD So where did you want to go from here?
TUNES - My angel;Lina Morgana
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Post by Viktorya Mihailov on Apr 16, 2011 21:17:24 GMT -5
demon princess Come here, now come here, let me smell your fears
Cry here, now cry here, let me enjoy your tears
Lick the wet segments of a worm
“What’s that?” Viktorya asked as heavenly flames appeared in the angel’s hand. A sword materialized and Viktorya only knew too well that that was the sole sword and weapon of the angels. It was their ultimate weapon! She had killed many angels and tried to take possession of the sword but it disappeared with their deceased body. If only Viktorya could make a sword stabilized, she would have so much fun with an angel’s sword. In an advantage, if angels died they just went back to heaven. If a demon died? The knowledgeable demon for once did not have the answers.
“You’re going to kill me?” the demon wept. She was trying to pretend to be human; it was all part of the game. “An angel is trying to kill me!” she shouted. The tears of trickery were brought on easy enough. It also helped that the swords flames were so bright it brought tears all on its own. Would this little baby sap think that she was human if she was crying? On her face was an expression of pure terror. It was a lie that she could get away with because it was unspoken. Nowhere did Viktorya scream, ‘Oh I’m so afraid.’ Inside she was grinning one hundred and ten percent.
Notes: She can pretend to be human for another post and them bring out her own sword and they can do battle? I no no. Ideas?
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Sammael
Angel
~Why does everything I touch fall apart?~
Posts: 6
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Post by Sammael on Apr 17, 2011 20:45:58 GMT -5
PICTUREEE.
The angel looked at his sword, flicking his wrist so it twisted around. "I think you know exactly what this is." He replied, tilting his head at the demonic creature. She was a good actress, Sammael would give her that but he was sure she was a demoness. The blond had seen her fascinated expression, even if it was for merely a moment. The red haired female was trying to trick him, or perhaps she was human, either way, he didn't want to take a chance such as this, it wouldn't bode well.
"Yes, I do believe I am." The angelic being mused, stepping forward again with an arched eyebrow. No one would believe her cry, unless they saw it for themselves, but perhaps they wouldn't assume he was an angel. Humans had such inaccurate descriptions of them sometimes, it was painful to see and hear about. However, it was probably better for them that the human's had this illusions of them, so they were less likely to be known as angels, though, they would still be seen as something unnatural. "No one will believe you" He mused, golden eyes blazing.
TAG - Viktorya
WORDS - sayHOWMANY?
NOTES - Mmkay, sounds good. We can work something out when we get to it :3
TUNES - Dance with the Devil;Breaking Benjamin
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Post by Viktorya Mihailov on Apr 18, 2011 21:26:10 GMT -5
demon princess Come here, now come here, let me smell your fears
Cry here, now cry here, let me enjoy your tears
Lick the wet segments of a worm
Viktorya knew that the average mortal mind could not comprehend the situation before them. They would not see a pure angel wielding angelic flames about to kill a demon. The mere mortal would see something their own mind fabricated to protect them. Because mortals were not ready to know the existence of angels; they had not earned it, they did not believe. They felt they had earned such privileges, of course, those damned creatures of mud, and since nothing happened, since they were never enlightened by their God who kept silent they shied away from God – especially after the death of a close loved one. All these mortals would see was a man trying to mug Viktorya in the park, maybe they saw a knife, maybe it was a gun. But they didn’t see an angel. Certainly not angel flames.
“You’re right,” she said with fear oozing through her voice. “No one here will believe me.” She was quite the little actress, but apparently not enough. Unless this angel was willing to take down an innocent human just because they smelt like a demon. Another thing mortals underestimated was that angels were nice, merciful and kind. They were just as ruthless as demons, except angels got better PR and demons got better pay! “Why are you doing this?” she said as she trembled with pretend fear. “Why? Angels are supposed to help. Angels are supposed to be kind and merciful. Full of God’s warmth, embrace and forgiveness. Why, you’re not an angel. You’re a demon! – Aren’t you?”
The angel was behaving like a demon in a monstrous sense. There was a line between demons and angels, but most of the times to a scholar like Viktorya it seemed to be blurry and sometimes invisible. It was an insult upon insults, the cruelest taunt someone could ever say to an angel. Viktorya guessed that this angel was rather young at being an angel. The older ones had a bit more regard and patience. This one flew up with his sword up instantly – though that could be that he had heard a demon had killed several children recently and had taken the lives of several angels in the process.
“Help. Help. Help. Help. HELP!” she shouted as she waited for the angel to get closer. She wanted to make him doubt himself…
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