1x1 Angel and Demon War

[WolfOfProphecys]

Ash sighed softly in relief, and looked at Dez, shakily getting to her feet and walking over to him, "Sit down..." She mumbled, her eyes back to their gentle and scared look.

 

[Paintedsky]

"Oh no, there's no time for that. We don't need you fully healed for what we have in mind. You'll be tested together this time," Jean said. Thomas moved into the cell with her, and together they secured the prisoners and led them back in the direction of the first room.


"Thanks for... You know, going to my defence and everything," dez mumbled quietly aside to Ash, keeping his head ducked.

 

[WolfOfProphecys]

Ash nodded, " 's fine" She mumbled in return, nervous for what was about to happen. She kept her head low, not wanting to look anywhere but the floor, her feather smoothing in the cold air

 

[Paintedsky]

Led into the room, the pair arrived to discover it had been refurbished. Gone were the stone slabs, the tables of junk. Now all that occupied the space were two chairs. Small, painful but not fatal spikes lined the seat and back, and straps were positioned on the arms and base to bind their ankles and wrists. Beneath, a small compartment was hollowed out, wherein a fire could be lit. The chair and spikes would conduct the heat, and burn the flesh of the victim.


Simon was sulking beside one of the chairs, fiddling moodily with the straps. When they entered, he gave jean a sour glare and then took ash from her, dragging her possessively to one of the chairs. He strapped her in, and then planted a small kiss on her forehead, as if it were the most normal thing in the world.

 

[WolfOfProphecys]

Ash let out a low whimper as she was strapped in. Simon had had to take the wing cuff off, and strap her around the chest with an extra strap, forcing her wings painfully against the spikes. How she wished that they weren't so sensitive. She spat in his face as he kissed her, growling venomously

 

[Paintedsky]

Strapped in next to her, sat rather uncomfortably on his tail, Dez smirked when she spat at simon. "I don't think she's into you, pretty boy," he said with a dry smile. Simon responded in his usual fashion, calling ash a bitch and hitting her. It made dez's stomach twist, but he ignored it, useless. He felt fairly relaxed, spikes being tame compared to sawing and limb ripping.


"Thomas," Jean said, stood before them, watching. Thomas responded by removing the pots from under the chairs and filling them with fuel, his expression passive as he did so. He then returned them under the seats, and Simon went and crouched beside ash's, looking her in the eyes. He have her a warm smile and said gently, "I'm going to watch you burn now." He then removed a cigarette lighter from his pocket, clicked it alight, and dipped the flame into the fluid.

 

[WolfOfProphecys]

Ash ignored him as he hit her, the pain of the slap not even near her loosing an arm. However, when Simon lit the fuel and the spikes began to heat she let out a low whimper of pain. It hadn't yet heated by her back, on her wings, but she knew for a fact she'd likely burst someones ear drums screaming. The heat was clearly making her week, her head hardly staying upright

 

[Paintedsky]

Panic gripping him once he realised this was it, this was an angels weakness, Dez struggled against the restraints. Being a demon, he barely even felt the burn of the heat, his body designed to withstand high temperatures. Ash on the other hand...


"She's not healed enough for this," he protested loudly, struggling in his seat, ignoring how it irritated his wound. "You're going to kill her."


"Perhaps we should-" Thomas began, but Jean raised a hand to silence him.


"Leave her," she said, narrowing her eyes. "I think we may just have found our solution."


Able to see how weak she was becoming, just like the humans, Dez tried to think of another clever solution, some way to talk them out of this. Nothing. He could think of nothing.


Desperate, he tried to summon his magic, struggling to fight against the sizzle of electricity the act triggered. A brief flash of black shimmered midair for a moment, then he slumped in his seat, on the verge of vomiting again from the pain. "For fucks sake, do you really think killing her is a good idea? What use is she to you then? You know who she is- she'll know about the war, about my species, everything. She's far more use to you alive."

 

[WolfOfProphecys]

Ash's eyes were half closed, head bowed weakly as if she was unable to lift it. Her wings were darkening at a quick rate, until the feathers were a pure black. She was wheezing, the heat affecting her in far more ways than one as it burned her skin. Her eyes changed from a beautiful light blue to darken to a grey

 

[Paintedsky]

Jean considered for a moment before she have Thomas a nod, and the man went fourth and doused the flames for the both of them. "I'm going to file a report back to headquarters," she said. "See that these two are cleaned up and returned to quarantine. I want her ready for questioning in an hour. Bring him too." With that she turned and left, marching off to complete her task.


Inspecting Ash's black feathers, Simon touched them softly, stroking their surface. "Pretty," he mumbled, like a child playing with jewels. Thomas meanwhile went about unbinding the pair, before he and Simon threw them both back in the white room, the blood from yesterday still there, now stained a dark brown.

 

[WolfOfProphecys]

Ash twitched away as Simon touched her wings, the cold feeling not aiding her heat problem at all. When thrown into the room she laid where she landed, her black wings slowly moving to wrap around her shoulders. She sobbed quietly, the burns on her arms, wings and legs not fading like they would on demons

 

[Paintedsky]

Now the physically stronger of the two, Dez moved to her side, the welts on his skin fading almost instantly. "Shit," he swore, looking her over, trying to work out how he could help. With no magic or equipment, he had nothing to work with. "Is there anything I can do?" He asked, figuring she knew angel medical treatment best. He'd only ever seen angels suffer from the effects of heat, never heal from them. He prayed that it was at least possible.

 

[WolfOfProphecys]

"C-Cold" Ash mumbled. She needed to cool down, otherwise she'd stay like this until she cooled naturally, which could be a while. It was clear that the younger angel was in pain, as she shuffled so that her head was in his lap, her body curled up, and her blackened wings curled around her in a protective layer of dark feathers.

 

[Paintedsky]

Looking around the room in a futile attempt to find something to use, Dez sighed, feeling spectacularly useless. Were he to have his magic he could potentially try something, since his had the property of sucking heat and light out of spaces, but yet again, the cuffs buffered all chance of being helpful.


Taking her head in his lap, he threaded her hair away from her face, stroking it soothingly. "I can try magical voodoo shit, but if it goes wrong, it'll probably make things worse knowing my luck," he said, giving her the choice.

 

[WolfOfProphecys]

"T-Try" Ash mumbled hopefully, looking up at him with her now grey eyes. She leant into his touch weakly, a light, soothing hum finding its way out of her, calming the angel and possibly the demon

 

[Paintedsky]

Exhaling slowly, Dez tried to remember how he'd managed to briefly overcome the cuffs limits earlier. It seemed to just be a case of bearing the pain it dolled out in response, and given what they'd both been through, that ought to be easy enough.


Taking a hold of her head, careful to be gentle, he felt oddly calm despite the pressure of what was to come. Drawing on his magic, he willed it to envelope her, lying against her skin.


Nothing happened, save for a dull shock running up his arm. Pushing through it, ignoring the sparks, Dez focused on her. Unexpectedly, that worked, giving him the grounding to push through it. A thin layer of black magic stretched over her exposed skin, and whilst it made Dez feel vaguely nauseous, it held. It wasn't much, but it was more than he'd managed before, and he couldn't help grinning in response.

 

[WolfOfProphecys]

Ash laid still, grey eyes watching the demon curiously, not at all reacting as the magic laid against her skin. Most angels would react badly to black magic, but it didn't seem to bother the weak angel, whose feathers were ruffled. She kept still, watching him closely. She knew it was hurting him, and she let out a whimper, "S-Stop......y-you're h-hurting.....y-yourself" She said softly in a worried tone, a hand weakly placed over his and trying to remove him, not wanting him to hurt himself because of her.

 

[Paintedsky]

"Please," Dez said with a lopsided smile, "child's play." He tried to focus on drawing out the heat, the familiar hollow feeling of using his magic growing in his chest, and it numbed the mounting electric shocks running down his arms. "Tell me when it- when it hurts less," he said, watching her, trying to gauge if it was working, still concerned by the midnight colour of her wings. He didn't know what that meant exactly, but all angels he had seen this way had died shortly after, either by circumstance or by their own hand.

 

[WolfOfProphecys]

Ash's wings lightened slightly as she felt the heat leave her, and she finally nodded, " 's ok now. Thanks" She mumbled. Her wings stayed dark, not the midnight black of before, but a really dark grey that seemed able to turn black at any point. She looked up at him, her eyes also more blue now, though they to didn't return to their original shade

 

[Paintedsky]

Cutting off the attempts at magic, Dez finally felt the collective effort of the magic use, sore and tired but grateful to have at least helped a bit. He gave her a warm if tired smile, and then leant against the walk beside her. "At least we know now the cuffs are possible to fight," he said, looking her over, noting the colour changes in her. "We need to get you out of here, before they start using their newfound knowledge."

 

[WolfOfProphecys]

Ash nodded quietly, her now unbound wings stretching out to their full size, brushing the edges of the cell. She felt a warm jolt as one brushed the demons arm, but shook her head to herself. It couldn't be him, angels only had angel soul-mates....so why did her chest fill with a happy warmth when her feathers brushed him? Maybe it was just a after effect of the heat.

 

[Paintedsky]

((Ooc: *whispers* guuuurl in denial ))


Looking her over, Dez couldn't help but be impressed by the span of her wings now they were abound. He was still definitely jealous, and he smirked crookedly at the thought. Still, the colour of her wings worried him, and he couldn't help but think that if this went on much longer she may be unable to recover. "You're still without a cuff on one hand, and your wings are unbound. If we're going to try getting out of here, I reckon now's our best chance, for you at least."

 

[WolfOfProphecys]

Ash shook her head, "I'm not leaving you if that's what your thinking" she growled, and pulled out one of her darkened feathers, of which immediately went black, and wandered over to the door, picking the lock

 

[Paintedsky]

"Damn right you're not. I'm just saying if it comes to the case of only one of us is going to make it, I'm calling dibs on the heroic self sacrifice. Then you can go get the angel police or whatever and come back and save my ass," Dez said, smiling crookedly and joining her by the door. He raised an eyebrow at her lock picking prowess but said nothing, smiling to herself. This angel was certainly full of surprises. "Okay, so what's the plan? Skull around and try find an exit? If we can find Simon, we ought to be able to nick that damn remote bracket and stop his electro therapy on us."

 

[WolfOfProphecys]

Ash nodded, grinning as the door opened, "Come on" She replied, grabbing his hand, the warm feeling flooding her again. She ignored it, demons were always warmer than angels anyway, so it was likely just that.