For Heaven or Hell (Actual RP)

~OneHellofAButler~

~OneHellofAButler~

One Thousand Club
Hundreds of thousands of years ago the battle between heaven and hell started. What was once a minor conflict became an all-out war. For thousands of years both sides have suffered and caused major bloodshed and many, many deaths. About a little over 10 thousand years ago the Council of Nine was formed. Their purpose was, and is, to keep order among the three races (angel, hellion and human) and hopefully keep them from destroying each other. To disobey the Council of Nine is an almost certain death. All three races have three representatives on the council and all three races respect and sometimes resent the council. Of course since the council can’t be in every place at once they have the Shadow Guard to watch over the three worlds as well. The Shadow Guard is an elite group of supernatural beings- mostly spirits- who are skilled in speed, strength and agility. They don’t really ever show themselves unless a crime has been committed, which is basically a way to say that if you see them you’re in some deep trouble.


Now it’s present day and the two conflicting sides have decided to take their battle to earth, where no one will have an advantage but everyone, especially humans, will have a disadvantage. The problem with all this is one of the most important rules of the Council of Nine is in danger of being broken. Humans can never know that the Hellions and the Angels exist. Even the theory of them existing has caused so much controversy that the Council fears it will be chaos if they were to find out the truth.


Eresam walked around the streets glaring at the humans passing by. She hoped so much for some unlucky angel to pass by her so she could drag it off into an alley and slowly slash it's wings. She laughed to herself just thinking about it. She hated the angels but rather than have them dead she wanted them to suffer eternally until they died. Torturing them was a favorite pass time of hers. She liked how they screamed only when they were in excruciating pain, unlike humans who cried at the smallest scratch. Although it was much easier to find a human to torture than an angel and so she had to settle for the latter most of the time.


Suddenly she spotted an angel and she grinned menacingly. He was fairly young- unexperienced- and also hadn't seen her yet. Perfect. She thought. As stealthily as she could she ran up and grabbed him, covering his mouth and dragging him into an alley. She looked around for any witnesses and happily found there were none. She threw the young angel against a wall and wondered what she would do first. Oh, how much fun she would have carefully ripping apart his wings with her fangs. But she wondered if it would be fun to also cut him up a little with her blade. In the end of course the obvious choice was to do both. 
(would've added more but my hand started cramping up haha)
 
"The air smells of fire, and blood. This is good weather is it not?" As I talk to a near dead body crawling before me. I smile and I kick him into a nearby car ending his misery.
 
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The Knife was tucked away in his army boot's. Samuel stepped through the Murky forest, his blackish-blue wing's were tucked in firmly as he held his gun. These wood's weren't as safe as everybody else said they were. Just as easy, an Angel or Hellion could be lurking around. And If Sam was 'Lucky' They would also be trying to Kill him. Sam prefered to travel alone, with a few exception, he alway's had moved alone. Even before his parent's death. Sam cocked his gun, as he stepped over another dead bird. That made seven, Why were their so many dead Flying Thing's. Obviously not a good sign.


Sam pulled his hand through his blonde hair, cut at a medium length that fell close to his eye's. Sam wore camoflaged army boot's, with stocky dark green pant's, and a Dark blue T-shirt that bundled at his waist. Sam had Bright blue eye's that resembled the sky or the ocean, depending on his surronding's and the weather.


Sam ducked under a branch before pulling toward's a cottage that sat in a small clearing. Sam headed for the door, before pulling a key from his necklace and clicking the key into the lock. Sam turned his wrist, until the lock popped. The door swung freely open, as He stepped inside. The small room held two couches pushed on opposite wall's, a fireplace sat between the two. Sam entered the room, and locked the door back. Sam plopped down his gun on the closest couch, before walking into another room.


Overall, the house was a five room house. The Living room, Kitchen/Dining Area, Two Bedroom's, and one bathroom. Each bedroom had three bed's that were spreaded out. Sam could only think it was used as an Safe house in the war. But was forgotten now.


Sam stepped tp the fridge and pulled out a drink, sipping the liquid, before walking back to the living room and following his gun, by plopping down on the couch.


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Okay, Today wasn't Like Every other day, Nat noted, as she stepped to another table. Two Women sat here, chatting and giggling. One had Golden Blonde Hair and the Other, Had a More of an Crimson Red. Nat pulled out her notepad, and grabbed and pencil from over here ear. She pulled the paper up, "What would you like to drink?" Nat asked in a friendly tone. The two women glanced up at her, before exchanging glance's. "Sweet Tea," The blonde proclaimed, "Two Please." The other one Chimmed. Nat nodded, as she turned away, "Coming Up..." She mumbled, as she headed inside of the Resturant.


Nat, her full name was Natalie, was newly adoupted to this resturant, after her last 'Owner' had died. Now, she was forced to work at the Small Mexican Resturant. Inside smelled strongly of Spicy pepper's, and Guaccomoly. Nat stopped in the doorway, as her new 'Mother' raced by, shouting something in Spanish. Nat's 'Mom' had long black hair, that fell in curl's to the center of her back. Big Brown eye's, that Nat swore could have been puppy eye's at one time. The women was Short, but extremely thin. Her name was Esperanza. Nat approached Her from behind, "Esperanza, Order Up." She spoke, getting a light jump out of the younge women.


Esperanza smiled, before saying an spanish word, That She translated as "Thank You." Before walking toward's the Kitchen


Nat had her long Crimson hair pulled up into a bun, that fell neatly on her head. Her Pierxing Green eye's made Nat stand out in most places she went. Nat was a tall younge lady, who stood at Five foot and eight inches tall. Today she wore an Plain Yellow T-Shirt, tucked into a black pair of jean's. An Black apron wrapped around her broad hip's, made her to appear skinner than she actually was.


Natalie grabbed the two Ice Tea's from her Step-Mom, and headed back outside. The Two younge lady's were giggling once more, that was, until they saw Nat walking toward's them. "Took you Long Enough..." The Red Head Spoke. Natalie set down the one drink to the blonde, before faking a trip. She poured the Tea over the Red's Head. The girl placed up hee hand's and glanced meanly at Nat. Nat stood back up, smiling. "Oop's...." Nat spoke, sarcastically. "I'll go and get you napkins." She grinned, walking off. "Asshole!" The Girl called after her, Nat chuckled. "That's What They Say!"
 
Night walked through the town, he loved the looks of the town he was in it was really small and calm. He almost missed it. It had been a few months since he had been here seeing he traveled around and such. He sighed softly and moved to one of the small stands that sold drinks. Night smiled and pulled money from his pocket and handed the man a few dollars. "Can I get water please" He asked and nodded when the man handed it to him only to walk off and down the street.
 
Lilith yawned and scratched her head.She slowly slung her legs over the edge of the bed and got up.She walked into the bathroom and took care of all the things that she needed to do.Walking back out,she walked to her closet and pulled out a pair of jeans and a green tank.She threw her hair up and went walked out the door.She walked down the stair and outside.She shielded her eyes from the sun as she rummaged through her bag for her sunglasses.Slipping them on,she walked over to the café that was a block away.She seen no sense in driving and wasting gas,and it was a nice day out too.


She walked into the café and sat at her usual spot and ordered her usual stuff.A chocolate latte and a blueberry muffin.She shook her leg and munched on her muffin while looking out the window.She was quite bored and had a few hours to kill before her next class.
 
Eresam pulled out her knife kneeling down next to the angel. She giggled to herself excitedly as she slowly sliced a few thin lines into it's arms. When it started fighting back she she frowned and stood up and kicked it in the ribs. It groaned, clutching it's side in pain. Eresam's delinquent smile returned to her face and she got back to her "play time". A few more scratches and stabs in she was interrupted yet again- this time by the Shadow Guard. She glanced at the ground afraid to even look at them. Eresam wasn't scared of many things but the Shadow Guard? Scared was an understatement. "W-what is it?" she asked, a slight quiver in her voice. The one looked at her.


"You are in danger of being scene here. Several humans walk by this alley way every hour. Your lucky they haven't noticed yet, but you can't stay here for long. Consider this a fair warning." he said. She nodded so they knew she understood and then they disappeared.. Stupid humans always ruining everything. She thought irritated.

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"Xarxes". He kept saying his prefered name in his head. He thought about the Angels that havefallen before him and he, himself nearly lost his last battle. It was a close one and his long trench coat has the scars to prove it. Everything he was tought was the reason he survived. "Damn Angels". Xarxes sat in the shadows of an old English pub sipping a pint of Ale. He always came here after a battle. His breath still a little heavy. He was about to take about sip when something caught his attention. Xarxes looked up and saw an Angel walk into the Pub. "Not again" He whispered. He thought about stalking and taking care of this Angel...But he wasn't in the mood. He just wanted to have a few drinks before he slept tonight. "This one" He thought "Will live for now".
 
It was bothersome, this requirement for cover. It was so much better in the old days - so much easier. Gabriel's wings chafed where their apexes were pressed down by the fabric of an oversized trench coat, tightly belted to keep them hidden and tucked, and his mind echoed the sensation. There was a time when he could walk freely - fly freely -through this world. A time when he could extend his wings in full, and any member of the sluggish and dull race of humans would think him a walking legend - when being sighted would lead to songs and stories being written, not in a swift and brutal death at the hands of unholy creatures pledged to the service of secrecy and lies. Once his presence was the affirmation of the glory of Heaven, and now he was forced to conceal his wings and arms and act as low as the simplistic humans he shared ground with. He meant no insult in the description, but to him humans were simplistic, short-lived creatures, much like children - something to care for and protect, but not necessarily take seriously. After all, they knew nothing of his world or his wars, how could they be expected to understand anything when they were utterly naïve to all but their own lives? He could not even think of them as selfish for their species-wide self-absorption - how can you blame someone for something they aren't capable of helping?





Hateful, though, the way he had to hide himself. Humans worshipped angels once, why should he have to walk among them in secrecy, now? Every shift of his shoulders, every moment one of his wings caught under the fabric of his coat, each new step made him yet more aware of the closeted existence he was forced to lead. Why should he hide? The hellions he faced so discretely would as happily rip apart a human as they would an angel - perhaps more joyously so, as the prey was so much easier to catch. Each one he slew was a favour to the human race, protection for them against all evil, and why should such a guardian as himself have to hide? It did nothing but hinder his movements! Any attempted patrol was made that much more tedious by his having to walk - on foot! - and scour each corner rather than gain an easy view of the area by means of flight.





Seething, he turned another corner, eyes narrowed and lips taught as he paced through the streets of the human world. A member of a patrol sent out had failed to report back. A young angel, green and while not entirely unskilled in combat, certainly unpractised in it's use in the field against a true enemy. He fully intended to find the lost angel and bring him home or, failing in that, to avenge him. Thoroughly.





(Zhia, I figured I'd give you full warning - he's looking for the angel Eresam's playing with. I figured it'd give us an opening for interaction?)
 
(That's fine, totally cool)


Eresam turned back to the angel. She knew she'd better finish this quick-as much as she hated to she'd probably have to be merciful and kill him. Sighing she half changed into her fox form. She bared her fangs at at him in a slight smile. Well, at least it had been fun while it lasted. She had done a good amount of damage. The angel was covered in thick cuts all along his body. His shirt,wings arms and pretty mcuh everything else on or around him was stained red from all the blood that poured from his wounds. Eresam took one of the angels wings between her fangs and gnawed on it, tearing it. The angel cried out in pain and she laughed.
 
A cry, sharp and sudden and pained, caught Gabriel's attention and his head snapped up in the direction of the sound. It wasn't too loud of a cry, but it had certainly meant to be - likely someone who no longer had the energy for volume, then - and it rang out too clear and true to speak of him to humans. Already his hands loosened the belt about his middle, wings shifting under their cover to warm stiffened joints and gain room under his coat. Belt freed, then, his right hand moved beneath the coat to settle on the hilt of his sword. He'd keep his wings tucked until he was out of sight, of course, but his coat would be much less of a hindrance to his flight now, should he need to use his wings. Unsheathing his blade he took care to keep it well within the folds of his coat, un-ignited lest it's fire give off smoke and sign his less than worldly presence. His pace quickened a minute, but as he neared the source he slowed, stepping lightly before coming to a halt to peer around the corner of the entrance to the alleyway he was sure contained what he was seeking.





Rage boiled in him at the sight that awaited him, one of his brethren beaten and broken until he was unrecognisable from this distance, a gruesome artistry in shades of red. Anger flashed up and then lowered, burning cold. Hot anger was dangerous, something he tried very hard not to allow to get the best of him. Hot anger was thoughtless, a wild beast unable to be caged. It controlled him, and was something very few could unleash in him. Cold anger, though… that he could use. That he could wield as well as his sword, that he could funnel into every hit he gave.





And so it was with a quiet, contained sort of rage that he stepped forward into the mouth of the alley and stalked forward, and it was with a cold and utterly controlled voice that he spoke.





"Release him and I'll let you die quickly, refuse and I'll have you suffer the same wounds you've inflicted."
 
Eresam paused at the voice of someone next to her. She glanced up. Another angel. She dropped the nearly dead one and stood up. "Whatever, I was nearly done with him anyways." She laughed, changing back into her human-like form. She grabbed one of her knives and twirled it between her fingers, ready at any moment if a fight broke out. This angel she recognized, Gabriel. He'd been around longer than most and so it was hard not to recognize him. Oh what recognition she'd get if she killed him. She'd be famous. She smiled wickedly at her thoughts, eager to fight him.
 
Sword in hand, Gabriel pulled it from his coat and let it's flames burst forth in full glory, holding it out to the hell-beast before him. She had released the poor soldier she had been mangling and that was something, at least, but he had no intentions of letting her leave unscathed for what she had done. Death would be most befitting her, though so close to human life it was likely the battle would have to be abandoned if it didn't end quickly - after all, both of them had much to fear from the possibility of revealing themselves, and while he had no doubt that she was as eager to engage as he was it was a high risk.





"You'll find I hold true to my word - your death will be swift in thanks for his release," he intoned, already bracing for her first attack. "I recommend that you don't scream - it would be a shame to have this cut short by the council's dogs." 
The summons had come a short while ago, and Alvaine hoped he wouldn’t be too terribly late in getting there - he also hoped that it wasn't too dire a situation. He found trials to be distasteful, especially so since they so often ended it a quite gruesome end. Hopefully there would be no trial at all - the summons he'd received mentioned only that a warning had been issued, which meant that the person (species was provided to him on an appropriate form but he'd not had the chance to read it over yet) in question might not actually need to be brought in at all. Of course, if the disturber continued and drew true attention the Shadow Guards would have to subdue them and bring them before the council, and he had to be there in case of that eventuality.





Living on the time and whims of the council wasn't exactly ideal, but he felt the work he did was at least in the service of good most of the time, and it was certainly important all of the time (and he made quite sure that he never mistook the two for one and the same). And so he went without trouble, quickly finding his way to the meeting place and listening to the briefing of the shadow guard member who had issued the warning in the first place before taking his seat and reading over the issue. There was an image included and as soon as Alvaine laid eyes on it his hand flew to his lips to help still the gorge rising in his throat. The warning should have been issued for such brutality, not for the nearness to humans! The deamoness should be brought in for the level of brutality alone! But then… it wasn't the place of the council or it's guards to intervene on the war itself, would it? No, the council was meant to be impartial, and any act to condemn acts of violence between the two races would be seen as taking sides, which was unthinkable. Here, in the council, he had no right to judge on acts of war, only on acts of revelation.





As the hellion in question had not yet been seen there was no need to actually punish her. Only to sit, and wait - for if anyone in that alley was seen by a human… well then it would be his job to review the events and punish accordingly. And so he would wait, until the need for a verdict was raised or he was allowed to leave without incident. Wait, and wish that he could race to the poor dying angel and help to heal his wounds, or at least to ease his passing.





(this is, of course, assuming that the council only has jurisdiction over things that threaten to reveal the two worlds to humans. I figure they'd have to gather somewhat regularly - whenever someone has been sighted or is in danger of being sighted - to be ready to hold a trial for those accused of risking the secret?


If I have this wrong please correct me!)
 
Eresam laughed. "Scream? Fool, I am not some squeamish little human. I also don't plan on losing this battle." she said. The intense atmosphere between them only increased her eagerness for their fight. She glanced around hoping desperately that no human would show up and ruin things. She thought of striking first not wanting to wait any longer. But she knew that just because you strike first doesn't mean you have a guranteed win or advantage. Even knowing that she decided to make the first move, quickly throwing 3 knives.
 
Flames raised up as screams bellowed from within. A gust of wind cleansing these dark destructive flames as the man responsible for the gust stepped forward. A mass of bodies laid within the residue of the flames. A whole demonic squadron had been crushed. The man wore unique clothing. A shaman like out fit that left his body unprotected from attacks but his body was covered in marks, actually tattoos. He was a unique fellow with black hair and grey eyes that could even pierce the most composed soul. A demon ran towards him bellowing out screams for his fallen comrades. The tattoos on his arm flickered in the light of hell. "Exvi." A simple word escaping the man's mouth as his fist connected with the jaw of the attacker. The blow devastating what was a face, tearing skin from nerves and bones. Blood dripping from his adversary's face as the skull shone bleach white from the lighting within this surrounding. His tattoos not flicker anymore as he changed battle positions, delivering a roundhouse kick into the skull, shattering what remained into dust as it fell on the falling comrades the demon had tried to protect. An enraged scream battering across the depths of hell as his breathing intensified. "You call this power? This is a waste." He stepped over the corpses left on the ground as he stepped forward. The powerful serene voice echoed once more."Is there not a challenger worthy enough to push me to my limits? FACE ME NOW!!!!!!!!!" No challenger stepped up in his presence. Nothing would bring him joy today at the lack of an opponent. Flames rose around him once more as he stepped over the bodies of the dead. He paused as he tore the flesh off of the few who stood their ground against him. He slowly devoured the flesh so that no worthy challenge ever left his presence. A blinding flash awoken him where he stood within the forest of the mortal world. This was only a flashback of the crimes he had committed while being a warrior for the forces of hell.


The man stood there within the forest as the sounds of nearby enemies could be heard. He heard a battalion of angels and demons coming his way. His power surged around him as he awaited approach. The angels softly flew over not worried about the man. The demons sensed the man, as they continued to approach. Some of the battalion making remarks that this was the man who long ago killed their comrades. The man responsible for stripping the flesh of those he killed so he always contained the essence of battles within him. A few moments passed by as he readied himself as the battalion charged his way. He attacked the first few with quick kicks, the tattoos on his body flickering again as few words escaped his mouth."Veven." The blows that connected spreaded fire amongst the first part of the battalion. After watching the bodies drop from the intense flames, he muttered a few more words while he punched the ground infront of him."Esre." The ground collapsing putting his remaining foes within a pit for his own satisfaction. He jumped off into the pit crushing two soldiers underneath him, as the others try to run in fear from this monster.."Dexis." the tattoos flickered even more as a strange aura, the color of souls itself, surrounded him and he delivered a furry of jabs toward the remaining soldiers devastating the bones within with several fractures and broken fragments leaving them at his mercy. He delivered a few more round house kicks destroying the weaklings infront of him except one. He grabbed the demon, pulling at his skin with the might of a thousand men. He peeled the flesh off leaving only bones in his grasps as blood dripped on him. He devoured the flesh and bellowed out towards the sky."I am Adahy, Bring me a worthy challenge." He had issued a challenge for all in this war.
 
Xarxes finished the pint. The whole time watching this angel that had walked in. He got up walked slowly towards the bar. The small man behend the bar came to him. "Another there mate?". Xarxes, watching the angel, didn't hear the man. "Oi mate! Another pint?" Xarxes snapped to. "Yes, another Hobgoblin" The small man nodded and got a glass from under the bar and started to pour the ruby coloured drink. Xarxes attention turned back to the Angel...but it was nowhere to be seen. He let out a small sigh. The small man put the pint onto the counter and Xarxes left the sum of money next to it. He had one last look for the Angel before he picked up the glass and returned to his shadows. As he took the first sip of his new pint he said to himself "You were lucky today Xarxes...Don't let it happen again"
 
Lucifer glanced up over the menu he was only barely reading and grinned. He was watching a couple across the isle from himself, arguing about nothing in particular but obviously getting very heated about it. How dreadful. The woman didn't want to be fighting in such a public place, and her male companion just wanted to 'clear the air' as they say. Lucifer couldn't help but chuckle to himself. Restaurants were always interesting places for interaction... he just loved to see what was happening inside them. Today he was inside a local Mexican restaurant, and he was almost giddy with all the activity.





As the couple raged on, Lucifer absentmindedly reached forward and plucked a chip from the bowl provided. Not only did he get to enjoy the entertainment that was this arguing couple, but he also got free chips. There were absolutely no down sides to this place. To the left of the couple there was another little indecent going on. Two girls were bad mouthing their waitress. Tsk, tsk, now that's not very nice. He watched with great anticipation as the waitress returned to the two taunting girls. However, and much to his amusement, the girl's plan backfired as the waitress splashed both their drinks onto them. Lucifer had to hold back a roaring cheer. Grinning to himself he ate another chip, sat back in his seat, and set the menu down. Oh, he was going to be here for awhile, that was for damned sure.





But of course, his plans were altered. A figure of darkness approached the table, stopping only when it was beside it. Lucifer tried to shift his seated position so that he could just look past the figure, and around it... but again fate was not on his side. The shadow man held out a ghostly arm, holding what looked like a scroll. So old fashioned. Rolling his eyes, Lucifer took the parcel and opened it. It was a summons, calling members of the council together. Well shoot. If the council was being called together then that meant one thing: work. Oh hell no. He was not about to spend his 'god given' freedom at a council meeting. With an angry huff he slammed his hands onto the table top and pushed himself up. He moved himself away from his chair, abandoning his table, and spoke to the shadow (assuming he was being followed by it, that is). "Better get a move on there, smoky. We've got some things to do."





Lucifer decided, despite his better judgement, to walk to this place in question. He didn't bother to read much about it because it sounded perfectly boring. So instead he just meandered down the street, looking for what he thought to be the right place. His eyes peered into stores, across streets, and even into alleyways as he walked, but Lucifer just couldn't find the right place. That is until, an all too familiar voice rang out. A smile crept slowly over the forsaken angel's face as he slowed his pace to a stop. He spoke over his shoulder, to the shadow guard member who had been following him. "Smoky. How about, poofing us in there?"





The swiftness of the shadow guard was almost frightening. Just as the opposing Hellion released her throwing knives, Lucifer and the shadow guard member appeared between huntress and her prey. The knives were headed now directly to the Prince of Darkness himself; however, the shadow guard was faster still. He deflected the knives without so much as a sigh, causing the blades to fall to the ground. If it wasn't for Gabriel, the owner of the voice Lucifer recognized not too long ago, Lucifer would have winced at the action. Clearing his throat, he grinned and raised his hands ever so slightly. He looked to the Hellion woman first, then brought his gaze to challenge Gabriel's.





"Ladies... Ladies, please. Do try to calm down, will you?" The smirk that now lay upon his features never altered; he was too pleased with himself to do otherwise. "What's all the ruckus? Can't we all just... get along?" His voice changed ever so slightly to a mocking tone. He had a certain member of the council in mind as he did it, even though he couldn't for the life of him remember the name. No matter. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other before finally starting to step forward. "I don't think this is the time, nor the place for this type of gossiping, girls."
 
Gabriel was in the process of dropping down and to the left, planning to sweep his blade forward at the demoness' legs when a far more familiar (and significantly less feminine) pair slipped into view. He pulled up quickly, arm jerking back to avoid slashing at the Shadow Guard - because he had a feeling that directly striking one, even accidentally, wouldn't go over well for him. The movement was quick, as always, but not quite quick enough to keep it from skimming the outline of the guard, it's flames guttering out as the blade got close, though Gabriel had given them no command to do so.





A scowl worked its way across his features, brows furrowing and eyes narrowing into a glare that he reproachfully directed at the forsaken man who now stood between him and his would-be opponent. As if being interrupted in the very first breaths of a battle wasn't bad enough, he had been so stopped by him. Of course he, of all people, would ruin his chance at something truly thrilling and worthwhile in the day - first blood, he had (though he would not admit it, wrath was a sin, after all) relished the idea of it. And now, thanks to his once dear friend and now most bitter rival, he could do nothing. Nothing, because Lucifer (a man whose face and voice he'd not long forget for far more than just his infamous reputation as the Prince of Darkness and Lord of Hell) could not be struck - he was a member of the council and as such laying a finger on him would be a far worse crime than revealing himself in a crowded human city might be.





Bastard. It was just like him, to settle himself not only at the helm of what all of Heaven was set against, but to do so in such a way that he was untouchable by both sides. It was hard to imagine, now, that Lucifer had once been a much beloved figure in Gabriel's own home. Hard to remember the way he shined and to think on how deeply everyone had cared for him then, only to try and reconcile it with his position now. Harder still, though, to forget all that he had been up there, no matter what he was now.





Like him, too, to be so utterly patronizing in tone and look. Bristling at the insult, Gabriel met the darkened angel's gaze head on, his grip on his blade refusing to slacken even though he knew that in the present position he had no right to swing it. Perhaps it would have been easier, if he had fought for rank in the council rather than rank among the armies of Heaven. But words had always been Lucifer's weapon, and not his - he had no doubt that, while he might be able to fully challenge him in such a setting, he would easily fail. Gabriel had no skill with diplomacy, and doubted that he would be able to gain it even with serious study and work in the subject. No, the sword was the only choice in his challenge - and what an easy choice it could be. It would be such a simple motion - to lift his blade and swing it fast and true at the other's still-too-beautiful face, or to drive it inward towards his chest to see if any heart still beat in it (he knew one did, no matter how he might speak against it, and that knowledge was almost as hard to bear as the idea that it might have been gone). And yet… an impossible one, for reasons far more convoluted than the politics and policies involved with challenging a council member. For all that he promised his troops and himself that he would bring the hellions to their knees at all costs, he did not know if he'd honestly be able to bring about Lucifer's end, if it came to it. And it did not come to it here, not now. At least he had the comfort of the fact that such a conflict would come at the end of all things, when it was just the two of them, or close to, alone on a final battleground. And that was a long time in coming - it might never come to pass. Maybe the fallen angel would come to realise where he had led himself astray and return. Maybe Gabriel himself would fall in battle before then and not have to live to take such action against a man who had once been dearer to him than a brother. Hopes, though frail ones, that were better left for another day and another time.





"Don't you have some assembly to run or a loophole to argue your way through? I thought you were too tied up in red tape to directly interfere in anything earth-side." He finally put up, a growl settled firmly into his tone. It wasn't the best comeback, not by a long shot, but for someone more geared towards hitting with fists then with wit it was an admirable attempt. He'd never been skilled with his tongue (certainly not when it came to using it for speaking) and his mind was a crude rock in comparison to Lucifer's carefully sculpted and sharpened intelligence. It was only years of serious attempt and struggle to keep up with the other (both before and after his fall) that kept him able to make an even passably witty response at all.
 
Eresam was wide eyed with shock.What kind of trouble were they in, that a council member had came? Not just any council member either, it was Lucifer. Though Eresam resented the council with a passion- well most of the council that is- she had great respect for Lucifer since he was a great leader on their side. It is a shame, she thought. That such an inspiring and righteous leader would become a council member. Even though it could be consider an advantage towards their side for him to be on the council it was still something that was a little upsetting. In Eresam's opinion, as well as almost every hellion's opinion, the council was a ridiculous idea to begin with. Just a bunch of wishy washy people trying to be peace keepers in a world that will never have peace. The only time Eresam was somewhat okay with the council was when it was on her side and was prosecuting someone someone besides her. She gave a small bow to Lucifer to show her respect. "Sorry to inconvenience you sir." She mumbled looking at the ground, afraid to make eye contact. Hopefully this matter could be solved quickly and none of them would have to go to trial before all nine of the council.
 
Selynn was walking through the park as usual.She always liked people watching,seeing them go on about their day.Sometimes she would pull little pranks on them for a nice laugh to ease the stress from the job.She didn't necessarily like being on the council,but it was fate for her.Selynn continued walking until she was out of the park walking down the street.She heard sounds coming from an alleyway not too far away.Naturally,it was her duty to make sure mortals were safe,so she went to peek around the corner to see what was wrong.She spotted one of the councilmen,Lucifer.She shrugged figuring he had them under control and left.She continued walking down the street and entered into a music store.She slid on the earphones and wandered off into her own world.
 
Natalie stepped back into the Mexican Resturant that her parent's owned. Or her foster parent's. Esperanza, her step-mother approcahed her "Natalie ¿ Por què tiene usted vierte què beben en nuestro cliente?" Esperanza Demanded, placing her hand's on her hip's. Nat stepped backward's, trying to translate. "Por Què..." Nat mumbled, burrowing her brow. Nat shrugged in frusteration, but had a feeling she had just said something about dumping the drink on that girl. "She was Annoying." Nat mumbled. Esperanze continued to yell something in Spanish, as Nat walked away. Nat grabbed an small towel, before walking back out imfront of the Resturant. Only to discover the girl's had left. "Figure's..." She muttered, before wiping down the table. Natalie peered bavk at the busy resturant as she slipped away in a nearby alley.
 
Eresam glared at Gabriel. If only he hadn't came along and ruined everything. She thought it would've been a human but no of course it was one of those damn angels. If it hadn't been for him she would've been finished with the weaker angel by now and been on her merry way but because he came along now the council was even involved. It infuriated her that this had happened. Rage surged through her veins and she wanted so badly to lunge at Gabriel and tear apart his wing s with her fangs. She half changed into her wolf form baring her fangs at him in a way that made her look as though she was smiling menacingly. I will tear apart you wings, she sang in a childish but seriously messed up way in her head. Watch your blood drip, laugh at your screams, and when the silence comes I'll know you have died and I'll happily watch the life fade from your eyes.
 
Everly twirled a lock of her ice blue hair, waiting patiently for her keeper to inform her of her father's decision. Maverick had been assigned to her all her life, a constant companion, protector, and jailer. He followed every order given to him by her father, the great and powerful Raphael. Just thinking about her father's overprotective streak made Everly groan in frustration. Her father feared that she would give into her darker nature and follow in her mother's footsteps. Her mother, Laskra, was a powerful Hellion Valkyrie, who took pleasure in targeting men and tormenting them. If they just so happen to be angels, it was even better for her.


Maverick smiled at his charge, pleased to give the young hybrid the good news. "Your father's answer is yes. He gives his permission for you to go out on your own for the afternoon. You are under the direction order to call me if there is any trouble. Do you understand, Everly?" He implores quietly, a stern look behind his brown eyes.


She gave out a a cry of joy, launching herself into Maverick's arms. "Thank you. Thank you. Thank you." She exclaims happily, understanding what trust her father is putting in her today. She was unlike most of the half angel hybrids she had met, her natures dueling constantly within her. Her angel side was winning at the moment, suppressing her Valkyrie side in the presence of Maverick. Everly constantly had to keep her emotions in check to prevent herself from going after Maverick with her sword.


Maverick chuckled lowly, remembering this was an important step for his charge. She would be out among the others for the first time without him. He wondered how long it would be before she ended up in trouble. Everly had a knack for getting into trouble despite her peaceful nature. With her father being one of the most powerful angels above, Everly was constantly a target for attack by the Hellions and other angels until they saw her wings. One black, one white, almost unheard of to happen to Hellion offspring. Her death was imminent once her wings were revealed.


Everly released her hold on Maverick before quickly slipping on her boots and light jacket. She waved towards Maverick one last time, knowing she wouldn't be needing his help this afternoon at all. Everly bounded out the door of her father's safe house, meant especially for her protection. She quickly found herself at the park, enjoying the freedom of not being watched or followed. Her ice blue hair hung in waves to her waist, bangs framing her lavender eyes and heart shaped face. Her athletic build worked well with her 5'5 stature, giving her an almost delicate appearance.


The heels of her boots loudly clicked against the pavement as Everly searched the park for something to do. Her outfit was meant for warmer weather but it was almost impossible for her to feel cold. Her black skirt twirled around her legs with a slight breeze, her jacket revealing the white blouse and black vest underneath. Everly knew most of her clothes were meant for someone younger, her dad's constant attempt to keep her a child. Sadly, she hadn't been a child for a long time.
 
(It seems this rp has died so if you guys wish to quit then you may. If you wish to continue that is also an option-perhaps I'll take a vote i don't know yet. Either way, though we didn't get far with it, thanks for your participation in the rp.)
 
(oh, goodness. Sorry, I forgot about this thing. I believe it's my reply so I'll get to that soon. Sorry, all.)
 
(it's okay. quite a few of the rps I'm in or had started have died so I've been checking to see which ones I should quit so I can move on without worrying about waiting on replies and whatnot.)
 
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