Pawz
A broken doll picking up the pieces of her life
Not 24 hours ago a teen boy had been sent off on another mission yet again. Being the eldest son of Satan himself, he was called upon for these types of things often. Though the demon couldn't complain as much this time, since his father had given him a rare mission: Take care of the Child of God. Now, this could be taken two ways. A; Corrupt her enough to turn to his side. Or B; Kill the child of God. The second one wasn't as simple as it seemed. Not only was this the very offspring of God, she had to be killed with a cursed silver blade. Without the cursed blade, she would just be reborn in Heaven. A silver blade wasn't the problem, naturally any child of Lucifer would have at least one. No the problem was the cursing. It required so much dark energy that Lucifer himself could only do it once. That left the son with only one cursed blade, and one chance to kill his target.
The frozen midnight felt like chilled daggers to the skin. A dim streetlight flickered on and off as a dark figure passed underneath it. Pitch black wings spread out behind the figure, before seeming to dissolve from sight. It stopped on the dark street corner, when a moment passes another figure appears from around the corner.
"The son of Lucifer himself, Syrius." A younger boy stopped a few feet away from the dark figure, a small smirk on his face. The said person takes a step forward, into the dim light of a streetlight revealing his features. He had black shaggy hair with bangs that were naturally swept to the side, dressed entirely in black, and his piercing mix-matched eyes glinted dangerously.
"What news do you bring me?" Syrius questioned, with a bored expression. He shoved his hands in his pockets, waiting.
"None that would be of any use to you." The boy said with a shrug, making Syrius sigh.
"Then why bother coming?" He growled glaring at the boy. The boy flinches at his glare and shrinks away slightly.
"And risk angering you?" He offers.
"You've already angered me." The demon snaps. "Now go." he growls, making the boy rush off in the other direction.
The frozen midnight felt like chilled daggers to the skin. A dim streetlight flickered on and off as a dark figure passed underneath it. Pitch black wings spread out behind the figure, before seeming to dissolve from sight. It stopped on the dark street corner, when a moment passes another figure appears from around the corner.
"The son of Lucifer himself, Syrius." A younger boy stopped a few feet away from the dark figure, a small smirk on his face. The said person takes a step forward, into the dim light of a streetlight revealing his features. He had black shaggy hair with bangs that were naturally swept to the side, dressed entirely in black, and his piercing mix-matched eyes glinted dangerously.
"What news do you bring me?" Syrius questioned, with a bored expression. He shoved his hands in his pockets, waiting.
"None that would be of any use to you." The boy said with a shrug, making Syrius sigh.
"Then why bother coming?" He growled glaring at the boy. The boy flinches at his glare and shrinks away slightly.
"And risk angering you?" He offers.
"You've already angered me." The demon snaps. "Now go." he growls, making the boy rush off in the other direction.
