Soulless

[GideonRose]

Vykariel held onto the woman. "So his name is Abraham," she thought. "Interesting." She shook her head, before realising the woman couldn't see that. "Well, in a way, I did," Vykariel murmured. "I'm glad I did come though. The sight of the two of you writhing around..." she trailed off.

 

[Wolfsister]

Wraith grimaced. Yes, that had been unpleasant and had unfortunately led her to being blind as a bat. "The things I saw... it was... " she shuddered, that would be enough for the other woman. "Thankyou for your help..." she mumbled.

She took another sip of the water, grateful for the refreshing wash of liquid down her parched throat. She wasnt sure what was happening, but she had the worst feeling that she was to remain blind, for the rest of her life.

She shook her head, "Damn demons!" she muttered darkly and narrowed her gaze. "Burn!" she said suddenly, knowing that fire was a hated enemy of the Underworld. It was not enough though, she would never regain her sight, that much was somehow clear to her.

"What are you Vykariel?" she asked suddenly, she had seen the woman transform from a wolf to a human, she wondered what creature could do this.

 

[GideonRose]

Vykariel smiled. She had wondered when this question was going to come up. She led Wraith to her couch and gently sat her down, then sat next to her. "I'm a werewolf," she began. "But don't worry. I can control it. It's a long story," she added. "I'm just here to help you."

 

[Wolfsister]

She smiled. "Werewolf? Even coming from the underworld I didn't think they existed..." she held Vyk's hand with an iron grip, almost as tightly as she had the glass.

There was nothing to do but wait and see what happens, blind as she was she was utterly helpless. If a Hunter came now... well... he'd still have a hard time of it, but he would ultimately win.

She sighed, gazing out into the nothingness, the void that had become her world. "We have time, tell me your story," she didn't seem frightened of her, in truth, she had faced far worse than Werewolves. She had survived, they had not.

 

[Angelus]

I looked at the little demon and then at the demon holding him and my first instinct that this was a trap. I wondered if I should go and help this poor unfortunate creature but it made me wonder who this demond was or why they were doing this, was it just to get me to take notice and if it was, why? I moved slowly towards the creature and raised my power as I did but as I got close I heard someone other than Wraith say my name and I inwardly cursed her and then myself for telling her. I knew that I had done so to make her trust me but after what she had seen, what she had seen me do I wondered if I could anymore and stopped for a second, sending a mental message to her.

It was then that I turned back to the small demon and looked at him then turned to the demon that was holding him there.

"I suggest that you let that creature go."

Before the other demon had a chance to say anything I threw an energy ball at him, hoping that it would be enough to distract him before I ran at him as fast as I could and smiled as I got close enough to connect with his body with my fist. It was funny that I had to resort to these measures but if it came down to me using my powers and alerting the mortals of what I was again or doing this then I had to resort to this.

 

[Miguelito Breathstealer]

Deriminar stirs . . .

Startled by a seemingly imagined cry for help, Deriminar leaped in his chair, upsetting one of the shrinking candles with his left hand and burnt his hand in the wax.

"Blast! What? Oh yes" he trailed of into a mumble.

Some of the wax had splatered accross his the old horoscope he had been researching. He distinctly made out the line he had made when he dozed off and lost grip of his compas. Retracing the old parchment was much harder than he had thought. He forgot to acount for the deterioration of age on these old pages. The last time he had seen them, they had been freshly drawn by the man who had instructed him.

Rubbing the wax from his hand and refreshing his ink, he went back to his fresh page and tried to mark it again. So sloppy, but he didn't have time to start over. With a slightly more alert hand, the graceful lines were nearing completion.

The sound of shuffling feet gave rythm to his strokes even as he was filled by dreaded annoyance at them. The night watch was coming sooner to him than he had hoped. With the lost time to sleep, he was sure the library was closed by now. It was in fact he, Deriminar who was out of line here, but no. He would not aloow himself to be interupted. He wa so close. Something about these stars on these pages had struck him as important so long ago. And he knew if he waited even a day now, he would miss it.

"Hey professor?" called the thick young monk from below in the stacks. "It's time to go. Did you fall asleep again up there?" This voice hung like old muddy socks in Deriminar's vast mind. How upsetting to be talked down to by someone so far below him. He hoisted his body to the clanging railing next to him and leveled a most dangerous gaze from down from the balcony.

"Boy, watch your tongue, or I shall curse it into a spider and then you'll watch it, in all your ineffectual horror, as it spreads its damage upon you." He spat the words, and closed his eyes in hopes he could just once make them true. Only the monks thick laughter echoed back to him.

"Come on, professor, I'll give you ten more minutes, but I don't want to have to carry you out of here." How embarrassing.

For nearly nine hundred years, he had tolerated such buffoonery from these grotesque little mortals. But as he gathered the parchments up, he thought cheerily on the day, and for sure this time it would come when he could return to his former glory and wreak his vengence upon both hell and earth. He would not be returning the pages to their shelves tonight, no. He folded the vital pages most carefully between the pages of his three ring binder and stuffed it unceremoniously into his totebag. The grey-green vinal strained around its load as he bid it closed with a series of tugs. His old jacket cought on the lining as he cast it over his shoulders and once again conceal the beast within in his old wool suit. He straightened his tie and set his package to his left shoulder. One arthritic hand braced him as he readied for his decent and prepared for another entanglement with his most hated adversary.

"Come on, professor," crooned the thick monk, as he absently jangled his keys. "I would like to get out of here sometime tonight." That absurd cretin. How embassing.

OOC:Thanks for the go ahead. That felt great.

 

[Angelus]

A new distraction

He pulled his cloak around him as he walked, the smile on his face. He had never known that this place was so beautiful and yet ugly at the same time but there were things about it that called to him. He wanted to stop and watch the humans that were walking around him but he had come here for a purpose and it was something that he would not take for granted. After what had happened to him earlier he knew that he had to come up here, even for a short amount of time. It had intrigued him so much that he knew he had to make an appearance, if only for a short amount of time.

Very slowly he walked down the street and looked around him, wondering what he was going to do now. He could do anything that he wanted but he did not want to draw attention to himself, not yet. There was going to be a time and place for that and this was not it- there were more important things for him to do right now. He stopped when he came to the park and moved slowly towards one of the benches then sat down and looked at the building he knew that he wanted to go to. He could feel her presence inside the building and knew that he could just walked in there without any harm to him at all but this was not the time yet. He would bide his time and wait until there was nowhere else for her to turn, then he would help her.

OOC: It looks great too, I cannot wait to see what you come up with next.

 

[Soul Shadow]

Bait

Warren wept openly in front of the demon that was trying to rescue him. "Please... HELP ME!!" he screamed to the other man. He struggled out of Leon's grip and crawled along the alleyway. The ground beneath him shook and rubbed the wounds on his hand even more raw.

Blood ran freely down his face from the many holes that had been driven into his head by rusty nails. His former master could be quite inventive when he wanted. Not to mention harsh.

Leon laughed at Abraham's feeble attempt at trying to attack him. He said nothing, just laughed that hollow sounding boom of a laugh and casually flicked his wrist. An energy wave would pound Abraham back.... knocking the wind from him and effectively allowing Leon to 'escape'. He threw a last fire-ball at Warren, singing the nervous little demon and then the portal disappeared. Leon along with it.

Warren looked fearfully up at the other demon and hung his head down, "Oh please, please don't hurt me!" he was suddenly cowering under the other man, looking as if he had just escaped the pan by jumping into the fire.

Warren had so many cuts, abrasions, bruises, gashes, holes, you name it, he had it, covering his body so effectively that his skin seemed to be dyed permanently red.

His left eye was swollen and his lips split. His right arm looked to be broken and his chest bore maul marks. Claw marks. There was a sizeable amount of bone sticking from his shin, explaining why he didn't just run away from the new demon.

In short, he was a bloody mess. Literally.

 

[Miguelito Breathstealer]

611b Quaint Street

No buses ran along Quaint Street. Taxi's never patrolled it at night, as much because of the low traffic count as the high body count. If the police were looking for a victom and they had no clue where to start, they just might randomly start looking on Quaint, but otherwise finding one of the boys in blue and begging them for a ride out of here to anywhere else was not an option, even if you were a criminal. Only six blocks long and more of a series of disjointed alleyways then a real street, it ran its way through the backside of the downtown. Aside from the accumulated trash of the city, both human and otherwise, its only distinguishing features were the rear entrance to the Old Monestary Library, the Grean Eyed Monster (a low end tavern), and the dusty old bookshop at 611b.

Deriminar ground the key in the lock and had to brace his hand. Blue light of pain passed up his arm and in his mind. He clumsily allowed his tote to slip to the ground while he rubbed away the pain. He remembered his surroundings and noted the drunk in the corner of the next shop and the lovers of indeterminate sex making polite use of the fire escape. Only the pusher down the block seemed like he might have seen, and his face was a perpetual snear in the sight of Deriminar. No matter, he would die soon enough.

Once safely inside the shop, with the several locks and bars secured, Deriminar set his jacket on the hook and commanded his load upon the sales desk. The shades had remained drawn all week wih a sign saying, "Under the weather -- will open on Tuesday." He had no real expectation of customers, but in his humble way he had taken pride in his minescule shop and his ability to support it through what must have seemed six generations. Not that he really relied on it for money. During the gold rush, actually knowing the secret of transmuting metals had paid off for the aging scholar and ex-demon. No doubt his investments would last until he had found a way out all this. The stack of old bills on the shelf and the fact that the power had been off for months was entirely an illusion, as was much of this mortal world, nevermind his own form.

The glare from the match was a sunrise and the uncounted glass jars of compounds and solutions was the night sky around as flame setled upon the filament end the glass was lowered to contain it. Thick odors and fumes didn't phase him anymore the way they used to. He caughed, wiped the blood on an old towel and opened up his notes.

Nine hundred years ago he had first seen these stars, and now laid out on paper, they were as clear in his mind as they had ever been. How long is a life? Is it what was measured by these mortals in years and days? Or was it something else, a measure unto its own, each as long as the other, only crossing at different angles to create the illusion of time? By the way the all fit upon such a page as this, you might think them so, the later.

But wait. Oh Dear. He considered the lines on the original copy that describes his life in his old teacher's hand. And then he considered the copy he had just made that night. What was this line, left by the errant hand of his traitorous drowsing body? Was it an error? Or was it a sign? Tracing the line through the course of his horoscope, it almost seemed to describe a parallel life, one not his own, but originating and almost concluding at hte same points. It was his life on the page, and yet . . .

The sounds of thrashing paper and the banging of wooden drawers was comforting, the pain in his joints be damned. The occational tinkle of falling glass was even of no concern, if he had finally seen it, the way out of this, these alchemists tools would be just another small part of his long nightmare. His exhausted form betrayed him again as he slumped into his chair, panting and gripping his withered sides. He leaned back and bumped his head on an odd shape disguising itself as a stack of old envelopes. When the red haze and stars cleared, he knew what he had found.

"Ah, yes." the words seemed to deminish the pain of that small room. "Of course, you are the tools of my deliverance. Aid me in this one last time, old friends, see what you can do for me."

He broke the string on the old wraped package and pulled the faded paper aside. His old mirror gazed back at him and smiled offering up the small crooked blade that had so often preserved him.

 

[Angelus]

I wanted nothing more than to chase after the other demon but yet the one that he had been holding over the void or whatever it was was hurt badly and he needed help. I looked at the pitiful little being and wanted nothing to do with him, I wanted to just walk away and let the thing die but then something called to me and told me that it would be wrong. I had to do something to save him, no matter what he was.

Very tentatively I walked towards where he lay and was amazed how it could be alive with all the wounds that he had. His blood was flowing freely onto the sidewalk and I knew that if I did nothing to save him then he would surely die. I knelt down beside him and looked into his eyes, to try and see if there was anything in there to tell me what his intentions were but I could read nothing in them, as if he had nothing to hide or whether he was extremely good at hiding things, even from me.

I knew that I could dive into his mind easily and find if there was anything that he was hiding from me but I realized that if I did that it would destroy him as easily as if I had attacked him myself and if I did I would not get the thing which I needed the most, to find out who or why he had been attacked.

I knew just by looking at him that I had to get him somewhere and help him, although I hated that idea more than I could say. I looked at him again and I knew that I had to help him, no matter what I thought and that there was only one place that I could take him. I slowly picked him up off the ground, amazed by how light he was then closed my eyes, hoping that the trip would not kill him.

I disappeared in a shimmer and hoped that Wraith or Vykariel would not be startled by my sudden reappearance.

 

[GideonRose]

Vykariel stared off into space, clearly unwilling to talk about her past. She sighed. “To make a long story short, I was betrayed by someone who loved me, and it messed my life up forever.” Her voice grew soft and dangerous. She still had never managed to find him again. She swore, that when she did she would kill him.

A distraction arrived in the form of Abraham. "Back are you?" she asked.

[Sorry I've been gone so long guys.. Work and crap has become demanding. And welcome Breathstealer]

 

[Angelus]

I looked at Wraith then Vykariel with grimace on my face. Part of me wanted to stay here and talk to them but part of me wanted to be as far away from them as I could. I dropped the small demon creature to the floor and then looked down at him with another grimace before I turned slowly and walked towards the door. I looked back at the other two in the room and shook my head. It was then that I stopped at turned to look at Wraith then moved towards her, leaning down so Vykariel could not hear what I was saying.

"You betrayed me. I told you my name and I gave it to you in faith. You told someone else and you know what that means; I do not want to be around you."

I slowly closed my eyes and disappeared in a shimmer, I truly did not want to be here with her as I did not trust her. It would take me a while to be near her and I know that I was leaving her vulnerable but I could not be around Wraith.

 

[Wolfsister]

Wraith swung her head around to the face Abraham as he shimmered into existence. She could sense him, could sense all of them in he room. Her loss of sight had given way to all of her other senses being so much sharper.

He hadn't come alone.

She smelled blood, old blood. And alot of it. She wrinkled her nose delicately, wishing that her demon blood had not given her such good senses.

She stiffened when he came near and then issued a low growl as he spoke.
"You betrayed me. I told you my name and I gave it to you in faith. You told someone else and you know what that means; I do not want to be around you."

"You think I feel differently? Demon?" she fairly spat the word and then shut her eyes, wishing that she could not sense him so acutely.

She sensed he had left the other and called softly, "You need assistance?"
Her new senses could not tell a human from a Demon just yet, otherwise she would not have offered her help.

 

[AmenRa]

Malachi stood outside the door. He knocked. He waited. Abraham was there, or had been there, he could not be sure which.

It wasn't like they were friends or anything. Well, neither would admit it anyway. An archangel just doesn't become friends with a demon.

And now, Malachi thought as he tried to peer into the room with his angelic senses, it seemed that Abraham had found others. There was another of his kind in there, or maybe a half-breed, he wasn't sure which. But there was also something else of which Malachi had not encountered before.

Well, he'd find out soon enough. Eventually, somebody would come to the door.


"Pizza guy?" Malachi said to the door. He then shook his head. Why hadn't he just materialized inside the room? Well, ok, that would have been kinda rude.


OOC: Sorry, just getting here. Been a long week!

 

[Soul Shadow]

Help me...

Leon watched in his own private chambers, stoking Azurial's black silky fur as Abraham picked up his unconscious henchman and Transported him to the apartment with Wraith.

"Don't die yet my dear Warren, you still have a purpose to serve." he murmured against a finger as he rested his hand on his lips and smiled darkly. "Ah, it begins," he whispered, a look of near ecstacy passing over his features.

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Warren groaned as he was picked up, it was all that he could manage right now, his throat was too sore to utter, or even think about, another scream. He did scream in his mind though, Abraham was not exactly being gentle in his ministrations.

The Transport nearly killed him.

He felt as his body thudded to the ground, Abraham near throwing him without a care in the world. He vaguely sensed other's in the small apartment around him and then wondered where exactly he had been taken. He cringed as he heard other's speak and then Abraham left him.

He did cry out then, Abraham wasn't supposed to leave him, no... he was supposed to help Warren! This wasn't the plan at all. He was going to pay for this mistake.

A woman's voice called if he needed assisstance and he growled. Stupid women, he was bleeding everywhere and clearly about to die, couldn't she see that! Women are so blind sometimes, he thought, not realising that Wraith was actually blind.

He tried to voice his opinions on lowly women but nothing but a gurgling sound issued from his throat. He was literally swimming in his own blood. He vaguely heard the knock on the door and the muffled voice of another man. Pizza man! Pizza man!

Oh no.. this was all going so wrong!

 

[Wolfsister]

She didn't hear a reply and wondered if the other man had fallen asleep. She was not too worried about him. He had come with Abraham, and he had stayed when he had left. If Abraham had brought him, then she had no real need to fear whatever it was that had dropped on her apartment floor.

She still had that disturbing smell of blood though and she was not sure if it came from the other. Somewhere, deep down inside, she still trusted the Demon named Abraham, but for now, he had left her to her own devices and her own devices she would use.

She started as she heard the knock at the door. Without waiting for Vykariel to move, she stood and made her way to the door. She didn't remember ordering any pizza and was wondering who, or what would just knock on her door like that. And lie, while they were at it.

She gave a small hiss and then slowly opened the door. Whatever it was was definately male, but he seemed to smell different to anything she had ever met before. She had a perfect smile on her face, one of her hands were hidden behind her back, her claws fully distended should he choose to attack.

She found that could 'see' the other being somewhat. Not in the conventional sense but rather in a way that she could not, nor really cared to, define. "Pizza?" came her low singsong voice, the question clear, "I didn't order any. Who are you? Are you here to kill me?" such an innocent sounding question from such an enchanting sounding voice.

Right now, she couldn't have cared less about the answer.

 

[Angelus]

I walked slowly away from the building, my thoughts a jumbled mess but it was then that that I figured out just what I was doing and stopped to look back at the building. I wanted to go back there and help the demon that I had just dropped off but I did not want to be in the same place as Wraith. I knew that she hated me, why else would she tell someone else my name?

I stood there for a second, my thoughts still flowing around in my head - too fast for me to make any sense of them. I could not focus on anything right now and I wanted to keep walking just to clear my head but at the same point I wanted to go back to the building, to the room - just for the sole purpose of going to heal that demon but yet part of me wanted to stay away from that place, just so that I was away from Wraith.

I let out a sigh and slowly turned to look at the building, wondering if I could get in and heal the little demon that I had saved before Wraith even knew that I was there or that I had been there but I knew that she would know and wanted to forget the idea but I knew that I could not leave it to die or I would be going back to the way that I had been, after I had told myself that I never would.

I closed my eyes and disappeared with a shimmer to kneel down next to the demon.

"I am not going to heal you fully, just enough to keep you alive and then I will leave you alone here. If you make a sound I will not do so."

I looked at the demon and closed my eyes again then let my power flow into it, feeling it begin to heal beneath my hands then looked up at the door to see the person standing there with a smile, I knew who it was but I would not greet him, not yet. I disappeared from the room with a shimmer without saying another word.

 

[AmenRa]

Malachi smiled quietly. She was beautiful, as the demon/human hybrids usually were. She smelled very pleasant, and even though Malachi claimed to not indulge in carnal lust, her pheromones were enticingly enchanting.

"I am Malachi," he said pointedly, as if that was all the explanation that was needed. She should know that name. All of them did. "And, of course, I have no pizza." He tried to peer into the room. Abraham's presence had grown faint, but then blossomed again, then receded once again. "I seek Abraham. He is here? He was here?"

Malachi looked her in the eyes. There was a sense of urgency in his as he spoke next. "You must tell me where he is!"

Malachi next cocked his head to the side again, and smiled. "Who is the other in there? And yet another," Malachi said as he sniffed the air, it smelling of blood. Human blood. Malachi's eyes narrowed. Had they killed a human? Had they taken a pure soul? No, that must not be so. Abraham would not allow such atrocity to befall here, in this place.

No answers? Was he not asking the right questions? Perhaps she did not trust him? Who wouldn't trust an Archangel? She must understand. He had to find Abraham. There was a war coming. A war that would involve them all. And, although he rightfully owed Abraham no allegiances, Malachi knew that the demon's heart was righteous. Therefore, he also knew that the two females in the room would be as well.

Malachi held out his hand. "I will not harm you."

 

[Angelus]

He let out a growl that he tried to disguise as he felt the energy that was now in that room. An archangel had appeared there and it was the last thing that he needed. He could practically smell the good that came from it from here and it disgusted him. It was so disgusting that he wanted to throw up but it made him wonder just what he was doing here, why did he go to that room? Was he there for the woman, was he there for Wraith because if he was then that was something he could not allow and he would do anything to stop that from happening. He stood there and looked at the windows of the building, wondering just what was going on in there and how he could stop it but then an idea come to his mind.

He stood up and looked at the nearest mortal with a smile then closed his eyes and waited to see what was going to happen.

It was then that he stood there and watched as the mortal moved towards the closest person and started to fight him. He knew that it would not be enough for them to fight but if he added something then he would get some attention from either the angel or Abraham and then Wraith would be left alone again. He needed her to be alone and vulnerable and now a smile came to his face, he now had a plan.

It was then that the surprised mortal threw a energy ball at another one who flew through the air. He looked at the building and sent a message to the angel, telling him that something was wrong then sort out Abraham and did the same. This was going to be interesting and fun.

 

[Miguelito Breathstealer]

Urban vilence is on the rise . . .

"Urban violence is on the rise. Several locations around town have been drentched in blood and gore as the result of what is believed to be gang violence." The cloying voice of the broadcast journalist grated on Deriminar's ears as he waited on the subway platform. He wanted to reach through the glass and pull the token vendor through and out onto the tracks where he could watch him sizzle and bleed, but it just wasn't in him tonight. Or any other night for so long. He would never understand the human fascination for noisy flashing light boxes. Especially the ones you could carry around with you.

He tried to concentrate again on seeing into the mirror. Gazing past his reflection and searching the clouds that formed there, he began to recapture the impression he had been searching for. He thought he could almost see . . .

". . . in Central Park, some kid of mutilated animal was left behind at the sight of one of these gang battles possibly hinting at some kind of cult activity. Forensic analists have release no information about their findings and haz mat teams have placed the area under severe quarantine."

"Blast you! Turn off that most disturbing -- what?" Deriminar rose to his feet and leaned his fist upon the glass booth. "Show me your infernal box young man! This is an emergency!"

* * *

Moments later, Deriminar had run from the terminal and changed platforms. The line he wanted was taking him downtown, to the park. It was such a long time since he had enjoyed the wildlife.

[ooc: glad we're open again]

 

[AmenRa]

Malachi stood before Wraith with his hand outstretched, his eyes full of compassion. And then, he sensed something....a presence outside...a malevolent presence that exuded evil.

Malachi stepped inside without taking her hand, and he closed the door behind him.

"There is danger near," he said to the ones in the room. "I must find Abraham now."

 

[Wolfsister]

She did not see his hand, but she sensed his movement. She indeed know of his name. Malachi... the archangel. She instinctively stepped backwards from his outstretched hand. Her sightless eyes seeking the open doorway that framed his figure.

She cocked her head to the side and considered. "What business do you have with him?" she asked in that low singsong voice of hers, her lips seeming to curve almost intimately around the words, his name framed by her lips in an unconciously seductive manner, "Malachi,"

Then her breath caught and for an instant she could see again. When he touched her arm to move them both back inside her little apartment hideout, she saw him in vivid detail, as if her eyes had come back to life again. The image was fleeting, though that was all that she needed.

"He's not here Malachi. There is a way to bring him here... i must..." she shook her head, not willing to abuse her power of Abraham any longer. The Demon already hated her enough, for some strange reason, she didn't want him to have further cause to hate her. "What do you want with him?"

What else did an archangel want with a Demon? She sighed when he let go of her, her reborn sight once again lost. She wanted to touch him again, to see again. But she was now too afraid of what she would see.

A strange sight to greet his gaze. Herself covered in her own blood, only her face free of the sticky, congealed red substance. Her breathing almost ragged, as if she had run a mile. The others, the little demon on the floor, he too covered in his own blood and the Lycan. Sitting calmly at the table, as of yet not taking any action whatsoever.

And the lingering presence of the most important of them all in the grand scheme of things. Abrahams scent filled her blind world, she realised that he had been back briefly, recently and as silently had gone again. Her disappointment was palpable.

She hated him, yet she didn't want to hurt him, didn't want to kill him like so many other demons.

What had happened to her? Why was she so different? Where were her defenses?

She had let three demons and now an Archangel into her sanctuary. An angel. She sighed and then realised that she was no longer the half-breed abomination. No longer the Wraith that Demons hunted.

She looked to where she could sense Malachi to be. She smiled sadly at him, "Please, release me," she asked him, her voice low and husky.

She didn't really want to die, but what else was there for her? Ever since meeting the demon that had saved her life, she had lost who and what she had been. She supposed that she wasn't giving up, it was better to die by an archangel's hand than a Demon's.

Wasn't it?

 

[Soul Shadow]

Warren barely heard Abraham's return. He could hardly speak anway so his healing was not interrupted.

Abruptly he could breathe again. He lungs were being filled with clean precious air, no blood mixed with the life giving molecules that made up the air he breathed so freely now.

Then the other Demon abruptly left again. Warren gasped and struggled into an upright position and gasped again. An ArchAngel! Here!

"Master!" he strangled out but managed to catch the word before he screamed it. He was utterly frightened, scared witless one would say. An archangel.

This was going so very wrong. Warren whimpered, then he promptly passed out. Well, appeared to anyway. Hopefully, he could escape the battle angel's notice and the plan would not be ruined as much.

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Leon grimaced. "Azurial my dear, whatever will he do now?" then he laughed out loud. A laugh filled with a boyish delight at a game that only he knew about.

 

[AmenRa]

Malachi shook his head.

"No," he said, rubbing the tips of his fingers along Wraith's forehead, "no blood here will be spilled by my hand." And he pulled her to him, and he kissed her lightly on the lips, lingering instantly, touching her cheek with his hand. "Not out of pity," he said to her, touching his fingertip to her lips. He smiled his little smile, and told her to trust him. Dare he kiss her? Dare he act on the utmost of human feelings: love and lust? Did it matter at this point? No. Not at all. The coming battle would tell their places.

He looked around the room, gazing quickly at the wolfen female and the human that had called to him.

"Enough of that, human," Malachi told him. "You will not bow to me, for I am not the master of your race. I am merely a messenger." And he watched the human fall asleep once again.

He looked at them all, touching Wraith's hand, letting her know she had nothing to fear from him and everything to gain. "You must call to Abraham now. Tell him to come at once!"

Malachi nodded his head to them, and then stepped quickly out of the room to retrieve the large, black bag he had left in the hallway.

 

[Angelus]

I now knew that I should be alone, that it was better for myself and everyone around me to be by myself and I had to thank Wraith for showing me that. She had shown me that whatever I did, whoever I trusted would do something to betray me in the end and it was for the simple reason of revenge. I had had enough of that and it made me wonder why I had tried to change at all. I knew that I had wanted to change for the fact that I did not want to kill mortals anymore but now I was questioning myself as to why. Were they worth saving at all? Should I just go back to the way I had always lived my life, as nothing more than a soulless, unfeeling killing thing?

I shook my head and wanted to tell myself that I did not want that but yet it made me wonder if I was safer like that, trusting nobody and letting nobody near me. Wraith had seen what I had done, had seen a small portion of the things that I had done - the things that I wanted nothing more than to forget and she now hated me for it. She did not want to be anywhere near me and treated me as nothing more than a demon now, something to be feared and hated.

I knew that there was more to me than that but I also knew that she would never listen to me, she had seen that which I did not want her to see and it had turned her, made up her mind. She now hated me and nothing that I could do would change that. I now knew that I was alone in this world, as I should be and it made me wonder if I should even bother changing myself just to please her which I knew in itself to be stupid.

I moved to the edge of the building and looked down; at the mortals who walked through the streets and thought that it would be easy just to kill them now and get it over with. It was then that I heard the sound of someone crying and looked down at the street to see a little girl laying there in the street; unable to move as a car moved towards her, the driver not even noticing that she was there. I looked down with wide eyes and knew that I had to do something, raising my hands as I did but before I could I saw a figure run out and push the little girl out of the way.

I knew that there was no way that this person was going to survive and before I could stop it the car hit him, throwing him through the air and causing him to crash to the ground. Without even being down there I knew that he had been hurt badly and that he would not survive this. It made me want to ask why he had done this but I knew why before I even asked. It was part of why I had changed my feelings towards these mortals, part of why I had decided not to kill them anymore. I crouched down and wanted nothing more than to help him but I knew that I couldn't; it was part of life itself and I knew that I could not do anything to stop it.

It was then that I heard the call and wondered why I had not heard it before or who would call to me and why. I closed my eyes to locate where it had come from and instantly found it coming from the park near the apartment building Wraith was in - the one place I did not want to be or near. I closed my eyes and disappeared in a shimmer to reappear in the park. As soon as I did I knew that something was not right as I could feel the evil that was flowing through the air, that was calling to my soul and wondered who or what was doing this.

I looked in the direction of the building and wondered if it was coming from there but I knew that it wasn't as I felt the energy wave hit me, causing me to turn.