Soulless

She cocked her head as she listened to him.

Please believe me when I am saying that I am not your father because I would honestly like to know why you think that

She snorted as she heard this, her sceptisism was palpable. "Please ?, i have never known a demon to say this, it's like a foreign language for you...still, you did ask nicely. So..." she began to look inwards, conjuring the words the witchdoctor had drilled into her.

"A Demon, dark, windswept hair. A child in his arms, a female. He stands at the edge of a jagged cliff - abomination - he screams and throws the babe down the cliff. On his arm rests a Raven on a tombstone."

She cocked her head once more, a claw tipped finger pointing to his forearm, "you are the one with a raven resting on a tombstone. You could have easily changed your hair colour." She shrugged, "Therefore, you are my father, as i was that child cast into this mortal realm. You will pay for giving me life, you do not know the torture i live through each day, it would have been better to kill me than to banish me, then hunt me, like the abomination i am," she looked slightly sad, then she smiled, thinking about what he had said earlier,

If you can sense my power like I can sense yours you can tell that I do not want any to fight you as I have no power in me

Her smile turned into an evil grin, "Very well, Demon. You do not want to fight me, but i want to kill you. It seems we are at an impass, hmm?" she looked at him quizzically. Then she laughed, "WRONG" and she lunged at him, her claws outstretched, hoping he would not move, hoping he would not attack her, hoping that she drew blood.
 
I knew that there would be no talking to her, that I would have to do something to either fight her or stop her so that she would listen to me but I did not know how without bringing my powers to bear on her. I knew that I had to bring my powers to bear on her then as I could do it no other way and felt it flow through me, bring up another shield around me. I knew that I could do something else to her but I wanted her to listen to me and hoped that she would listen and if I threw some attack at her then she would think that I was her father and I wanted to kill her to get her out of my way.

I looked at her as she moved forward then narrowed my eyes and threw some power at her and watched as she slowly raised into the air. I knew that she would hate me but I had to make her listen to me, no matter what it took.

"Will you listen to me. My tattoo is a family mark, I was not the one who brought you into this word."

I raised my arm and looked at the tattoo on my arm and knew that there was now more of a reason to hate my family. I placed a hand on that arm and with a silent scream felt the heat as I seared the skin on that arm, burning the tattoo away.
 
Moora watched fascinated as the male demon thru up a barrier rather than fight and then burnt the marking from his own hand. Ohhh that had to hurt she thought. As she continue to watch and see what the female on the roof would make of this.

Glancing down at the female hidden on the roof trying to decide what she was thinking Morra wondered what she was waiting for or if she were mearly as curious as she herself had been.
 
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Wraith gasped as she felt herself rise into the air. She struggled briefly, all to naught, the Demon was too powerful for her.

As she struggled, she almost missed his statement. A family mark? She wonders briefly if this could be true. Then she became shocked to the core as she watched him burn his tattoo off.

She shook her head, considering what a sacrifice that had had been to him, Demon Tattoos were alive, as much a part of the Demon as his skin was. That had to have hurt.....

She shivered at the lengths this Demon would go to to prove that he wasn't her father. She stared at him, into his eyes, her hatred clear for him to see. "That won't work Demon. Mutilating yourself will not make me believe your lies. Everyone knows that Demons would do anything to save their own hides - " she wondered slightly at why he would wish to protect himself from her though he was clearly the most powerful, but she banished the nagging logic in her mind as soon as it had come. "- I have yet to know a Demon family that had a crest. But you're right about one thing, you did not bring me into this world. My dead mother did, Father." she spat at him, refusing to believe what was infront of her eyes, her hatred of her own existance serving to blind her.

She continued to struggle against his power.....
 
Shivan

Hearing enough I step out of the ring clearing my throat rather noisily. He's not lying, its part of my abilities I can tell he is not lying. Tho he is looking for something he is not your father. I am human not Demon as you two are, so you should know I would not come forward unless it is the truth. Listen to him, there is something there you need to hear.

I didn't know if the female would believe me but I could sense that this Demon was telling the truth. At least on the part of being her father, whether or not about anything else he said was a different story.

Taking my eyes from the female, long enough to look to the male Demon. I couldn't tell what he was thinking or if either of them even noticed me. No one ever noticed me but hey it was worth a shot. Besides that was what had kept me alive dealing with Demons for so long. Being able to tell if they were lying, as well as being un noticable to anyone. But I had to try even just a bit, I felt there was something else going on but I couldn't quiet figure that one out and I was most diffently curious about this male Demon.

Again talking to the female, "if you kill him and he is not your father then what does that make you. From the feel of you I would bet you have been looking for your father for a long time. If this one is not it then your father remains out there, and well tho most Demons are not innocent neither do they deserve to be executed for something they have not done. Besides if he is family then he might be able to find your actual father, who knows the way he just burned his family mark off I would say you might strike a bargian."

I couldn't believe I was actually defending this Demon, but I just couldn't seem to help myself. There was just something I couldn't touch but I could feel it, something this Demon had done but it wasn't fathering any half Demons.
 
Ohhh little one you are brave. I beleave i like you. You have earnd my respect, and protection. Moora thought as she flew up from her pearch in the ally to land not far behinde her on the ledge of the roof should she need to flee, yet close enough to jump down and attack ether of the two who went after her.

Moora watched the male demon with interest as well he was a curious one manny would simply have killed the female demon, and been done with it. Not tryed to reason with her.. interesting.

Even more interesting was the fact that even tho the power lvl died down only a few demons arrived to check things out... Mahaps it is fate that has brought us all together... she thought..
 
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Wraith continued to struggle. But the demon was too powerful for her. She noticed a small human female step foward. While still struggling she listened to her words.

Something, she couldn't quite put her finger on it, made her pull back. Made her stop struggling. Why would a human be defending a Demon? And why was she herself not dead yet?

She ceased to struggle, hating herself at that moment, and looked the Demon in the eye,

She nodded, "Speak, i will listen, for now." She hung limp, caught in his power and waited for his words to come....
 
I slowly lowered her to the ground and looked at her as I released her from my power, knowing that I was allowing her to have the ability to strike at me but I needed her to have some trust in me. I then lowered the shield around myself and looked at the two in front of me, wondering if either of them was going to attack me but when I coiuld not reel that within them I moved forward.

"I know that you feel as if I am your father but believe when I saw that I am not. It was more than likely one of my family who made you want you are; I cannot bring myself to even say what he could have done to her as I find that whole thing disgusting. I would never do that to a mortal as all of you are precious to me. If you do not believe me you can attack and kill me if you wish; I will not stop you."
 
Shivan

Heaving a great sigh of relief as I watch the two calm some, the female seemed to take my words into concideration and that made me feel very proud of myself. I just hoped now that the male wouldn't screw it up.

Power levels start to fall, and the nausicous feeling in the pit of my stomach fades more as they calm down more. Perhaps it would do me good to leave now I thought but I wanted to hear the rest of this. Would they team up I wondered, or would they go their own ways to find her father. For it seemed to me the male had just as much hate and dislike for the one who would have done that to a human female.

His words about mortals being precious had almost knocked my on my ass. Who was this Demon and why were mortals so precious to him and if they were then why was he watching them so closely earlier. To many questions and no answers as of yet.
 
Ohh finally they are at least listening to each other. Moora thought as she continued to watch and wait. Ready to protect the human if needed.

Humans precious??? Morra wouldn’t have agreed with him at all a few hours ago, but then being half demon she didn’t care much for ether race one way or another. After watching this human however Morra could see how he may find them intriguing... the little one certenly had her respect....
 
She took a deep breath as he lowered her to the ground and looked with narrow, suspicious eyes as he lowered his shield. She shook her head slowly, breathing, in and then out, in and then out.

She visibly calmed herself as she forced herself to listen intently to his words.

I would never do that to a mortal as all of you are precious to me.

She cocked her head as he said this. She hissed at him, now suddenly unsure. Oh, Demons lied of course, but would they utter such words as those?

She closed her eyes and took another deep, calming breath to chase away her wandering thoughts. Another niggling nag took her once again, why had the little human defended him?

There were too many questions, too many thoughts chasing through her brain. She took an involuntary step backwards as he stepped towards her, shaking her head, wanting to deny it.

An expression of pure rage crossed her face and she once again launched herself at him, sharp claws extended and reaching to tear his face.
At the last minute, however, she realised that this time he would not stop her, true to his word.

She twisted her body to the side instead, curling her fingers inwards, causing herself to crash into him instead. "I can't, I can't, I can't..." she kept whispering to herself and as she looked up into his eyes she realised that for some inexplicable reason, she could not, not now or ever, bring herself to hurt this Demon.

"I can't..." she whispered to him....
 
Shivan

I held my breath as everything seemed to move in slow motion. I watched the female relax and become enraged again. Taking a dive at the male once again only this time he didn't do anything just stood there.

I wanted to scream Stop at her, make her listen but as my mouth opened to utter the first words. She turned taking her attack into a sort of roll avoiding hitting him with her extended claws. Instead just knocking into him, I could hear her saying over and over... I can't, I can't..

My breath finally released, the one I had been holding and didn't realize it until just that moment. "Thank you, thank you so much," whispering this to no one in particular. Then raising her voice to be heard, "Thank you so very much. There is always to much blood shed for no reason or for so little reasons that it should indeed be no reason. Thank you for listening." Giving a slight nod of my head to acknowledge them both in my thank you's.

My eyes rivet to the male, I didn't understand what it was about him but I knew he was telling the truth. For some strange reason he thought mortals as being precious. Though I could see the blackness on his soul, it wasn't as dark as some I had seen.
 
I wanted nothing more than to hold her close as I could feel the pain that was inside her but I did not know if she would want that just yet. She was still struggling with the emotions that were running through her, I could feel it and if I did something that would cause her to doubt me she would do something that would force me to defend myself and that was the last thing that I wanted to do. I wanted nothing more than to help her but I did not know how, I truly did not know what to do.

I looked down at her and saw the anquish that was on her face, "What can I do to help you little one. What can I do to take the pain that I can feel in you go away?"

It was then that I reached down and lightly touched her hair, wondering if I was doing the right thing or not. I knew that I could not stop myself now and I knew that I did not want to. I had to help her and that was all that mattered?
 
She stilled slightly as she heard him speak softly to her. She looked up into his eyes as he asked her his question.

She vaguely registered the little human female as she said her thanks. She frowned, there was really no need for thanks, she couldn't understand what she was being thanked for. And just as suddenly, she realised that she was annoyed as she realised that the human was paying particular attention to the Demon.

A high blush came to her cheeks as she realised that she was sobbing in his arms....she turned even redder as he brushed her hair lightly.

She considered for a while, not moving away from him, wanting to, but not really. She struggled to keep her face emotionless as the tide inside her crashed over her, it was almost to much to take.

He had talked to her so gently, so softly and his nature now was rather....paternal. She continued to stare into his eyes. Tilting her head slightly she thought, perhaps i could trust him? Can I trust another, especially a Demon?

She nodded, more to herself than to him, then she gritted her teeth,

"Find him..."
 
As i squeezed his last breath out of him i could feel his power starting to flow through me. The wizard had more power then i thought.

I throw his corpse to the ground smilling, he was the weakest looking out of them all, yet he had this special gift, dont worry, i'll use it well.

I start walking towards the door and as i exit the cliff face, a flurry of fire explodes behind me, plunging me into the raging depths below
 
I looked at her and could see the conflicting emotions that were flowing through her, she did not know what to do and as much as I wanted to help her I did not know what to do myself because I wondered, if I did something wrong would I do something to hurt her. I did not want that to be the case but I did not know the answer to that and even standing here listening to her I did not know what to do.

I then turned to look at the mortal who was standing there but I did not want to say anything to her, in truth I could not say anything to her. I stood there with the young half demon in my arms and heard her say something then looked down at her.

"I do not think that I have to find him. If I know anything I know that he would come looking for me, especially with what I did."
 
Emerald green eyes stared into his as she considered his words. She noticed for some strange reason that a lock of his dirty blonde hair had fallen across his forehead. She suddenly had a childish expression of curiosity as she gently pushed the lock back behind his ear. Then she relaxed completely and, breaking free of his grasp, stepped back.

She tilted her head as she looked at him now, her green gaze locking onto him with an intensity that bespoke of such intelligence that it was hard for anyone to believe that not a minute before she had been caught in the irrational cage of anger and hatred.

"What you did?" she asked, her voice a soft lilting tune, almost as if she were talking in a slight singsong. To humans it was enchanting, to herself it was just plain annoying.

She stepped back a few paces more and crouched down low, it was the most comfortable position for her. She also wanted to show that she didn't intend on attacking him again anytime soon.

As she waited for his answer she unconsciously muttered a few words and drew a strange symbol in the air before her knees. A symbol of protection that cast an aura that discouraged attack. It was just a routine that she performed whenever she rested that she wasn't even aware of casting it now...
 
I looked at her and wondered what had happened to her. She was so calm and peaceful now where she wanted nothing more than to spill my blood only a few minutes ago. I felt her finders in my hair and wanted to ask her what she was looking at me for like that but I could not say anything to her, it was as if I had lost the ability to speak but I think it was only because I wanted nothing more than to hear what she had to say, what her next words to me were.

It was then than she ask the question I hoped she would not ask, she wanted to know what I had done - she wanted to know why I would put anyone around me in danger, why I had to live in this world alone.

I took a deep breath and saw her crouch down, "I found that I could not kill mortals, I have too much respect for them but my family told me that it was wrong and my sister tried to kill me but I killed her first and that is the worst crime that can be commited in the underworld."

I moved towards her and felt something around her, something that was having a calming effect on me. I wondered what it was she was doing and crouched down in front of her, looking straight into her eyes.

"I know that this is a hard question to ask of you as you know what I am but I will tell you the truth with I say that you have nothing to fear from me but I was to know if you trust me."

I then put my hand out towards her and wondered if she would take it.
 
She watched, somewhat wearily, as he hunkered down infront of her. It was then that she realised what she was doing. She stopped her incantation and hand motions with a little frown of annoyance. She stared into his eyes with an almost childlike curiosity, her lips slightly parted. She tilted her head as she listened to him.

By now her eyes had a vacant deadness about them, she had allowed his words to lull her somewhat. The quality of his voice was mesmirising. She vaguely registered what he was saying.

"...my sister tried to kill me but I killed her first and that is the worst crime that can be commited in the underworld..."

She tilted her head to the other side in an abrupt and sharp movement at these words. She stilled completely, utterly as he continued to speak. His voice was so full of....something....she could not put her finger on it.

Then he put his hand out and asked if she trusted him.

She stared at him for a long while. She thought for a long time, considering, but she would appear to not have heard him. Sitting there, she had a vacant stare in her eyes, her form utterly, completely still. For a moment she would look, to those on that rooftop, like a simpleton.

Then she slowly blinked at him. Her red lips curled up in a slow, lazy smile. Without taking her gaze from his eyes, she extended her hand and softly took his in her grip. Then in a sudden moment of clear sight, she shrugged at him, "I see that you have much to atone for in your heart. But tell me this, who would have been the criminal if your sister had succeeded in killing you?" she arched one of her eyebrows delicately. Then, "I do not know if i can trust you, we shall have to see -" then she stood in one fluid movement and skipped backwards, holding her arms perpendicular to her body, she stepped off the edge of the roof.

As she plummeted to the cemented alleyway below she closed her eyes. She prayed to every god and goddess she knew that she could trust him, if she couldn't, then she was dead.

She prayed he would catch her, knowing that she would be lost if he didn't, knowing she would trust him if he did....
 
Shivan

I had watched the exchange with a certain awe, hoping that these two would or could work out their situation. Why I wasn't sure for if it was a good idea to be on this roof top with these two demons. But I just couldn't help but feel the need to be here to watch and to help if I could.

Things looked to be going good, then the female threw herself off the edge of the roof. Several things ran through my mind all at once.. The first and main thing was 'What the hell....' What was she thinking, or could she possiably live threw it, running to the edge to peer over the side. I watch her body plumment slowly towards the ground. A look of curiosity upon her face as if she was waiting on something to happen. She just fell not trying to stop herself not guarding again the looming ground nothing.

Then I understood, it was a test, not for me but for him. She wanted to know if she could indeed trust him with her life. My eyes rivet to him, seeing a look of something cross his face. "Well don't just stand there go help her, she is going to die if you do not." Yelling this as I begin to think what spell I could cast to slow her progress towards the ground.
 
I stood there, looked at her to try and figure out what she was doing but when she asked the question I knew that I needed to come up with an answer but I found that I could not, it was such a strange thing to have asked of me as I knew a different reality, that of the underworld and I knew that my sister had been told that she had had to kill me. I looked at her again and wanted to tell her that but when I heard that she would not trust me I did not know what to say but before I could say anything she stepped to the edge of the roof and then stepped back into the air.

My first thought was that she would float in the air and look at me but when I saw her disappear from sight I knew what she was doing and disappeared in a shimmer of light and reappeared in the alley to look up and see her falling towards me. I wanted to ask myself what she was doing this for but I knew that there wasn't time and raised one hand, wrapped her up in the power I could feel flowing from it and stopped her in mid air, just above my head.

I looked up at her, "Why did you do that, what would make you jump off the building like that?"
 
Shivan

Releasing the breath once again that I had been holding feeling my heart beat race as I see the male dissapear from the roof to reappear below stopping her motions of decent.

Exhaling as I sit down upon the roof, thinking I couldn't handle much more of this. It was going to be the death of me, and no one would notice I think to myself. Maybe it would be best if I slip off these two seemed to be in a battle all of their own and did not honestly need me in the middle of it. I felt that they weren't out to harm others so it was no longer any of my concern.

Picking myself up to move silently away from the edge, supressing the urge to take a last look. Quietly slipping down the stairs and out the front door of the building. Making sure to go the oppisite direction from the alleyway knowing that if I did then I would be pulled back into it.

"Good Luck you two, hope you get it figured out." Walking down the street never looking back. Maybe someday I would have to face them again, but for now I was just another human on their way to no where. Perhaps these two would change some things for the good.. Then again what did I know I was just a silly girl, human at that with nothing better to do then watch two Demons trying to kill each other. In the name of truth and honor, who knew what those were anymore?
 
She felt his power wrap itself around her and also felt herself smile.

She heard him ask her that question and took her time to answer it. "I can trust you now" she said simply. Then she shook her head, "I tend to do things to the extreme," she didn't apologise, it was merely an explanation, if he was willing to take it.

Her expression one again curious she asked, "Why would you save me if you don't even know me?" is was a metaphorical question though, more to herself than to him.

"Put me down, i trust you to do it gently" this said with a smile. One would wonder if her half-demon self had driven the human part of her to insanity.

Once he had set her down she would resume her crouching infront of him. "So, Demons hunt you? Surprise, surprise, they hunt me too. Something about my being an abomination sport..." she frowned. Then, "So, that means we are both hunted, outcasts. What do you propose to do about it?" She continued to look at him curiously, only a slight flicker in her eyes to denote that she was still slightly wary of him and his nature.
 
I looked at her as she crouched in front of me and tried to think of something to say to her.

"The reason I could not let you die is easy. I value all life - it sounds strange coming from a demon such as myself but it is the reason why I let you live. What we can do about being outcasts is a little harder as all I want to do is live my life but I know that it is easier to say than to do but I have to say it anyway."

I moved away from her, looked into her eyes and saw something there as if she was trying to see something within me but I did not know what to say to her. I wanted to ask her what she was looking for but I could not ask that question of her, I could not find the right words.
 
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