Temma-Kati
I like your shoelaces.
I'm so sorry, I forgot to create a thread last night! I got home from my Bio Lab and I kinda wanted to die so...
Anyways, I'll get a starter up soon!
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The Sin and His Pets
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I'm so sorry, I forgot to create a thread last night! I got home from my Bio Lab and I kinda wanted to die so...
Anyways, I'll get a starter up soon!
Dumbledoof
Two Thousand Club
Don't worry about it, I didn't say anything because I just thought you were busy still. Take your time XD
Temma-Kati
I like your shoelaces.
Jacie and Jason Moccoy were almost uncomfortably close, the neighbors of 29 Scount Drive would say. They're always touching, they would sigh in irritation, shaking their heads as they saw Jace and Jay curled together on the couch through the window. It's disturbing, really. Why must they ALWAYS touch? They would roll their eyes, cross their arms, huff in frustration.
Actually, Jay and Jace were just naturally touchy-lovey. Jay was the best brother Jace could ever ask for - he was fun, mischievous at times, but serious when needed and he knew exactly what to do to when Jace felt like the world was falling apart. Jace could live without Jay's overprotective stretch, always pinning her against his side when another guy would talk to her. They're bad news, Jace, please be careful and never go down that road again.
And Jace herself? Well, Jay was a bit more... eh... brute. She's hopeless. I love her, but by god she can't survive alone for long. Jace's definitely clever, but she, well... She can't protect herself. Jay was never one to flatter... unless it was to his sister, where he would smother her with affection he showed no one else.
Today was a day the Moccoy twins were going to finally take a day off work and enjoy themselves. Why? Because today was their birthday, and their birthday was the only day they willingly took of work. Okay, so maybe that was because they worked at home, writing long strings of code and sending it off to various companies. Good money, but today was the day to splurge that extra wad of hundred dollar bills folded into their wallets.
"Jace!" Jay stage-whispered his sisters name, sitting down on the bed across the room. Jace's tired reply was a huff, her white-blonde hair splayed over her pale blue pillow, sheets tucked up around her body. Jay grinned wide, his own white blond hair haphazardly across his scalp. Damp from a shower, Jay wadded up his towel and threw it roughly at Jace. Jace glared, throwing the book on her nightstand across at her brother. He easily caught it, grinning in amusement at his definitely-not-a-morning-person sat up, tossing the blue sheets of her and setting her feet at the edge of her bed. Rubbing her face with a low groan, Jace pushed herself to her feet and snatched the clean towel her brother handed her, signing curses and various ill-wishes at her brother for waking her up with one hand, absentmindedly.
As Jace showered, Jay quickly fixed himself up in the half-bathroom down the hall. His hair never really straightened itself out, and he never cared too much about it, so it was usually just a white-blonde tousle. A plain black button-up shirt later, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, Jay was downstairs mixing together pancake batter with raspberry preserves, the twins' favorite flavor. He was just flipping the first ones when Jace came downstairs, her white hair tousled across her shoulders and still slightly damp. "Still grumpy?" Jay asked, raising his brows. A piece of pancake hit his face, making his stunningly blue eyes - so like Jace's - close in surprise as a grin stretched his lips.
Jace groaned and started the coffee, rolling up her pancake and eating it plain as Jay did the same. The twins hated syrups, which is why the raspberries were directly in the fluffy bread itself. Jace was pouring a tad of vanilla creamer into two mugs of coffee when two arms wrapped around her waist, hugging her happily. Even Jace's grumpy morning self smiled as she leaned against her brother, carefully handing one of his hands his mug of steaming caffeine. "Happy birthday, sis," Jay hummed, kissing her cheek and moving to sit on a bar stool, making Jace plop next to him. Happy birthday, dweeb Jace signed her reply with a smile, brilliant blue eyes soft as she patted his back fondly.
An hour later, both brother and sister tossed their wallets and phones into bags or pockets, clipping key-rings to belt loops. Pulling a pair of plain gray vans over her socks, Jace absentmindedly tousled her hand through her hair - an act Jay didn't miss. "Yes, we'll go there," he grinned, tying his own Vans. He knew by now, after many years of his twin, what her 'pre-ask' signs were. Jace just gave a happy smile, her eyes lined with thin black liner casting down as she tied her other shoe. Shoes, wallet check, phone check, and out the door. Jay's arm around her shoulders, Jace slid hers casually around his waist as they walked towards the docks, mostly deserted even at ten AM.
"He's cute," Jay suddenly said, turning his sisters' face towards a man walking past. Jace laughed, smacking her hand against her brothers chest as her plain black t-shirt rose a bit, showing a thin strap of pale stomach for a split second. Shut up, she signed, trying not to laugh as Jay suddenly grabbed her around her waist and tossed her over his shoulder and running down the dock. The twins' laughter echoed all around, making shop owners grin with amusement before returning to work. The Moccoy twins were usual around here, their shenanigans were no longer a surprise.
It took a while for the twins to make their way to the end of the docks, ducking in and out of shops to browse as they taunted each other back and forth. However, they did eventually make it to the sandy beach with the sapphire waters lapping at the pale grains. Jay casually tossed a large beach towel down on the sand as his sister pulled off er shoes and socks, tossing them to the side and waiting for her brother. Hand-in-hand, the two walked along the damp sand as the waves lapped at ther bare feets, watching the dark sand as shells washed to and fro. The sunlight glinted off their ivory skin and sun-bleached hair, Jace's red-painted lips a brilliant splash of color across their paleness.
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Dumbledoof
Two Thousand Club
The massive violet mansion good tall and resolutely in the storm of the ages. It was always a monsoon, covered in thunder and lightning arcing across the sky, sending hail and blistering cold droplets down below. There was no warmth to be had, only the most wild and radical weather nature had to offer; still, fortunately for the rest of the world, was no mere place that you could simply visit.
This was the home of one eldritch creature, born at the beginning of time itself, and Adam and Eve were said to have performed the first sin. He was born in that moment, in the turmoil, by God himself. Wrath. The sickening feeling of irreplaceable anger -- it polluted the air and affected nature, all life bent to the unnatural urges of Pride's ungodly aura. The subtle urges, the silent whispers, urging you to let go and show others just what you can do, how angry you are, your fury and anguish. Just how much you were better...
That was what Pride was, and he held up his job with pride. Though he hardly ever had company, he was forced to take two humans every year by his siblings. The other Deadly Sins; Lust, Greed, Sloth, Envy, Wrath, and Gluttony. They filled the world with the most basic of sins, each one leading into the crimes that the poor humans committed. Every murder was inherently in their name, and due to the betrayal of God, he was created through the wrath of that deity. Had God known was was going to happen, He may have restrained Himself.
Unfortunately, who could predict what would happen to your precious creations when they commit a sin?
Wrath was a small man, tough of expression and of sharp features. He hardly showed that he was fazed, and even ironically enough, was hardly ever caused to be angry, to show his wrath. Such was not in his nature, he only caused the mortals to behold in their pent up fury and go onto quests of vengeance. Very few completed their revenge, they typically died in the end simply due to their mind being clouded. It amused him every time, without fail.
He wore a purple colored tuxedo without the jacket, a simply metal necklace loosed through a chain around his neck, a horse's head, a peacock's feather, and a lion's claw sitting in it. These were his symbols, and they represented him well. Pride always led to the downfall of oneself; foolish, useless pride. The humans were all but saturated with such a trait, and he was always happy to oblige them.
He was pressed for time, however. By the end of the day, he must have two humans back with him in his mansion. He only ever kept them for the year until he went out to acquire two more; the last ones were usually either dead or they were cast out back to the Earth, back to their mundane and mortal lives. He had yet to find any one he truly wished to keep around. They all failed to capture his attention except through their adorable begging for release. They got their wish in the end.
He had been wandering the world for some time before he had decided in which continent he would take this time. He liked picking a different one each year; the North American continent one year, perhaps Asia next, then moving on to South America... He was not picky. Nor did he particularly care about who he would typically take; they lived in his house for a year and then left. Nothing more, nothing less, he was content to watch them go about and do whatever it is that a human did.
With his hands in his pockets, he had been about to choose one of the mundane woman who stood out slightly more than the rest when two people caught his eye. Both blond and pale white, a female and male, the female with rich red lips. How particularly odd, it was uncommon for humans to have such a hair color and such pale skin. Hm... Perhaps... He had found his pick of the year.
He appeared behind the girl spontaneously when the towel had been laid out, his cold eyes boring into them. Yes, they must be the ones. How could they not be? They were the perfect candidates -- he least he might not have to watch them every second of the day if they were entirely infatuated with each other...
"Enjoying yourselves?" He asked idly, his voice deep and sharp, biting into the ears of others. It was difficult to not hear him, as if it pierced through their very being.
((Sorry for any errors, I had to write this on my phone >.<))
This was the home of one eldritch creature, born at the beginning of time itself, and Adam and Eve were said to have performed the first sin. He was born in that moment, in the turmoil, by God himself. Wrath. The sickening feeling of irreplaceable anger -- it polluted the air and affected nature, all life bent to the unnatural urges of Pride's ungodly aura. The subtle urges, the silent whispers, urging you to let go and show others just what you can do, how angry you are, your fury and anguish. Just how much you were better...
That was what Pride was, and he held up his job with pride. Though he hardly ever had company, he was forced to take two humans every year by his siblings. The other Deadly Sins; Lust, Greed, Sloth, Envy, Wrath, and Gluttony. They filled the world with the most basic of sins, each one leading into the crimes that the poor humans committed. Every murder was inherently in their name, and due to the betrayal of God, he was created through the wrath of that deity. Had God known was was going to happen, He may have restrained Himself.
Unfortunately, who could predict what would happen to your precious creations when they commit a sin?
Wrath was a small man, tough of expression and of sharp features. He hardly showed that he was fazed, and even ironically enough, was hardly ever caused to be angry, to show his wrath. Such was not in his nature, he only caused the mortals to behold in their pent up fury and go onto quests of vengeance. Very few completed their revenge, they typically died in the end simply due to their mind being clouded. It amused him every time, without fail.
He wore a purple colored tuxedo without the jacket, a simply metal necklace loosed through a chain around his neck, a horse's head, a peacock's feather, and a lion's claw sitting in it. These were his symbols, and they represented him well. Pride always led to the downfall of oneself; foolish, useless pride. The humans were all but saturated with such a trait, and he was always happy to oblige them.
He was pressed for time, however. By the end of the day, he must have two humans back with him in his mansion. He only ever kept them for the year until he went out to acquire two more; the last ones were usually either dead or they were cast out back to the Earth, back to their mundane and mortal lives. He had yet to find any one he truly wished to keep around. They all failed to capture his attention except through their adorable begging for release. They got their wish in the end.
He had been wandering the world for some time before he had decided in which continent he would take this time. He liked picking a different one each year; the North American continent one year, perhaps Asia next, then moving on to South America... He was not picky. Nor did he particularly care about who he would typically take; they lived in his house for a year and then left. Nothing more, nothing less, he was content to watch them go about and do whatever it is that a human did.
With his hands in his pockets, he had been about to choose one of the mundane woman who stood out slightly more than the rest when two people caught his eye. Both blond and pale white, a female and male, the female with rich red lips. How particularly odd, it was uncommon for humans to have such a hair color and such pale skin. Hm... Perhaps... He had found his pick of the year.
He appeared behind the girl spontaneously when the towel had been laid out, his cold eyes boring into them. Yes, they must be the ones. How could they not be? They were the perfect candidates -- he least he might not have to watch them every second of the day if they were entirely infatuated with each other...
"Enjoying yourselves?" He asked idly, his voice deep and sharp, biting into the ears of others. It was difficult to not hear him, as if it pierced through their very being.
((Sorry for any errors, I had to write this on my phone >.<))
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Temma-Kati
I like your shoelaces.
(No worries!)
Jace had picked up a pretty pale pink shell, a smooth surface slipping over the skin of her pale palm as she held up upwards curiously. The hermit crab inside stretched outwards, scuttling around on her palm for a confused moment. "Hermit crabs already? They're not supposed to be here until later this year, right?" Jay asked, his arm going around his sisters waist as he looked at the tiny crab in her had. Jace shrugged, unable to sign with both her hands immobile for now - one holding the hermit crab, the other on her brothers back.
Jace had just set the crabgently back on the sand and stood when her heart suddenly pierced with darkness. The air caused a handto fly to her chest, an unusual reaction for a human. Most felt a surge of anger, portrayed in different ways for each person. Jace felt no anger - rather, her chest ached with pain as Jay pushed her behind him protectively. His reaction was more common, angry lifting a dangerous glint in his eyes as a protective gleam. His fury was presented as protectiveness, a hardening shield for Jace as he held her half-behind him.
The anger was unusual, and Jace found herself automatically pressing her hand to her brothers back. Slowly, his wrath slowly seeped away, leaving him calm once again. Instead of mounting anger sparkin a vicious attack like many humans, his seemed to vanish without a trace. He knew exactly what happened - his twin, standing behind him, drew his emotions into herself locking them away in a mental vault. They wouldn't be touched until she alowed them to be, protected by a will so strong that even the succubi from hell couldn't withdraw the passion.
"I'd say we were," Jay said calmly, lightly squeezing his sisters shoulders as she stepped besides him. Their height difference was surprising - Jay was at least six foot one, leaving his sister behind at five foot five. Jace carefully kept her hand on her brothers back, casual and easy - his emotions slipped into her fingers with tangible pricks, flooding into he vault in her mind and slamming the door shut before the other emotions could escape. That was why she wasn't enraged curerntly, even if Wrath stood before her - the vault absorbed the emotion like a sponge, keepin her permanently calm and quiet.
"Can we help you, sir?" Jay asked, a cool politeness in his voice as he kept his arm protectively around his sister, her fingertips still lightly resting on his back. Smoke-lined eyes looking over Wrath, Jace's expression was almost eerily clear as she saw strands of black-red slipping over this mans skin. The visible emotions - to her eyes only, Jay was blind - wer thick aroundthis man, although he seemed to calm. It almost made her afraid, but the calmness never abandoned her expression.
Dumbledoof
Two Thousand Club
((He's Pride, not Wrath.))
Pride had a lazy smirk donned, his eyes half-way shut in a show of both extreme casualness and hidden interest in the pair before him. It was not every day that he found a pair like them. It was even more unusual that they seemed to have strange abilities with one another -- they were not many who could retract their emotions such as that. However... He had the feeling it was not the boy that was doing it.
His eyes looked through Jay, as if he were not there at all. Pride's supernatural vision was something that all the Deadly Sins had; they saw what they wanted to see, heard what they wanted to. The wild card that they were made them dangerous, especially in accordance to what came after the world was completely saturated in every Sin; the Apocalypse. Supposedly, the Four Horsemen would ride and punish the wicked, delivering the Earth into its final days and judging humanity.
It would be quite a sight when that day finally comes. Unfortunately, his siblings were lagging behind in their jobs. Wrath had not managed to turn everyone into an angry frenzy, not everybody was too lazy to move, nor did they succumb to their primal urges of constantly eating, o fighting, or their jealousy. It was disappointing. He had accomplished his task, now they needed to.
"Why, yes, I do believe you can help me. However, there is something that must be done first..."
He walked forward toward them, seemingly completely indifferent to the protective nature of Jay. All it took was a flick of the wrist for him to shove Jay out of the way and into the sand sideways so he could peer at the sister. "What kind of magic do you have to deprive others of their emotions, of their sins, hm? An angel, perhaps?" At that, he laughed. "No, no, the Earth is far too corrupted for angels to roam. You cannot possibly be a demon, either... Something else..."
He cupped his chin for a moment, a finger pointed at Jay and keeping him away by some invisible force. Eventually, he just shrugged and released them both. "Regardless of what you are, it does not matter. You see, whatever you are, you should know of what I am; come on, guess." His eyes gleamed, looking between them with the same lazy expression as before, it had not changed in the least.
Pride had a lazy smirk donned, his eyes half-way shut in a show of both extreme casualness and hidden interest in the pair before him. It was not every day that he found a pair like them. It was even more unusual that they seemed to have strange abilities with one another -- they were not many who could retract their emotions such as that. However... He had the feeling it was not the boy that was doing it.
His eyes looked through Jay, as if he were not there at all. Pride's supernatural vision was something that all the Deadly Sins had; they saw what they wanted to see, heard what they wanted to. The wild card that they were made them dangerous, especially in accordance to what came after the world was completely saturated in every Sin; the Apocalypse. Supposedly, the Four Horsemen would ride and punish the wicked, delivering the Earth into its final days and judging humanity.
It would be quite a sight when that day finally comes. Unfortunately, his siblings were lagging behind in their jobs. Wrath had not managed to turn everyone into an angry frenzy, not everybody was too lazy to move, nor did they succumb to their primal urges of constantly eating, o fighting, or their jealousy. It was disappointing. He had accomplished his task, now they needed to.
"Why, yes, I do believe you can help me. However, there is something that must be done first..."
He walked forward toward them, seemingly completely indifferent to the protective nature of Jay. All it took was a flick of the wrist for him to shove Jay out of the way and into the sand sideways so he could peer at the sister. "What kind of magic do you have to deprive others of their emotions, of their sins, hm? An angel, perhaps?" At that, he laughed. "No, no, the Earth is far too corrupted for angels to roam. You cannot possibly be a demon, either... Something else..."
He cupped his chin for a moment, a finger pointed at Jay and keeping him away by some invisible force. Eventually, he just shrugged and released them both. "Regardless of what you are, it does not matter. You see, whatever you are, you should know of what I am; come on, guess." His eyes gleamed, looking between them with the same lazy expression as before, it had not changed in the least.
Temma-Kati
I like your shoelaces.
(My bad ^.^')
Jace remained perfectly still, perfectly silent as the sin studied her. She felt her power surge into her fingers, and she casually tucked them into her pockets to hide the pale silver glow. She remained in place, not that she's had a choice - the diety in front of her had encased her, keeping her before him. Red lips starch like blood against her ivory skin, she felt her mental vault aching to be released, the power she withheld wanting to strike.
Jay pushed himself back to his feet the moment he was able to, reaching out for his sister and pulling her back against his side. Frosty blue eyes alight with anger, Jay still glanced downwards with a sharp, single laugh. "Jace can't talk," he rumbled in bitter amusement. Jace reached over with a tiny movement of her hand, looping a single finger through a belt loop of Jay's jeans. "She's mute." Well, mute by choice, he thought.
Her gaze locked onto Pride, head tipping sideways as she watched the visual sins crawl all over his form. Her calm ocean blue eyes studied casually, white sand hair shiftingher in a salty breeze. One hand rose to her side, and she slowly spelled out a single word in sign language. Since one hand was latched onto her twin, it was her only option. P. R. I. D. E. Pride. Jay looked sharply at the diety before them, his hand squeezing Jace's arm cautiously. "Why would you strain us from the crowd? We haven't done anything out of place."
And no, they hadn't. In fact, they went out of their way to maintain an average appearance - they worked, they shopped, they lived calmly in an average home with anverage friends and average talents. In fact, they were a little too average - too normal. Normal like a woman under witness protection, normal like a child stepping into school for the first time to try and blend in. This was the type of encounter they tried to avoid, hiding under the foul hand of humans as Jace locked sin and bitter emotions inside herself so the other can shine, flawless like a little child, fit to kneel before god.
Jace grabbed her brothers hand suddenly, her breath hitching sharply. The moment Jay had stood by her, the visual sins seeping all over Pride started to trail over the sand towards him. She stepped back slowly, eyes raising to glare at the sin before the twins. "Jace..." her brother looked at her, which was the first mistake. A strand of sin clenched onto his leg - with a push of will, Jace poured her ability into Jay and took the sin into herself. The next moment, the pair had their backs to Pride and were rushing away, hands latched together.
Dumbledoof
Two Thousand Club
Pride peered amused by the both of them. He was not unknown to the silent types, nor was he unable to read sign language; she had guessed perfectly. He was Pride, the deadliest of the Sins, and the most powerful of them. However, this was hardly him flexing his power -- there were none that had ever been able to stand against them except for the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse or God himself. This was child's play.
"Speak or not, it matters not to me," he chided lightly, reaching out and actually touching a strand of her hair. His expression shifted lightly, his eyes remained the same but his mouth turned down into a frown. "I do wonder, though... you can absorb sin, but how much can you take before you... burst?" He punctuated the last word with a small laugh as they ran.
He put his hands back in the pockets of his trousers and began walking towards them. However, it only required them to blink once before he standing directly in front of them once more. He flicked his hand out, catching and lifting the both of them into the air with the same invisible force as before. To Jace, it would have looked like a transparent black and purple tentacle had wound itself around them. This was living Pride, nothing that she would be able to absorb, but perhaps resist slightly.
However, he peeled them apart and brought Jay down to himself. "Your sister is more special than you believe, I think," he remarked. He pressed his palm to the left side of Jay's head. "We shall soon find out. First things first, I will have my pride back."
Jay would have felt a cold sensation settle deep in his stomach. Pride's eyes would suddenly come ablaze in purple light, his fingertips lightly touching Jay's head. A magenta glow came alight beneath them, strands of misty energy leaving the pale boy's cranium as he pulled his hand away. Pride had literally sucked the sin from Jay's body. It absorbed back into the Deadly Sin himself, and then Jay was caught in the same invisible force as before, this time, missing of sin. This was an integral part of the process of taking two humans as his 'pet' of things; removing the sin from their bodies, and then bringing them back. They would be able to recreate themselves anew if they so wished -- a blank space before God.
He turned to Jace, walking to her and bringing her down to eye level with him, her feet nearly touching the ground. He held his hand out, a playful smirk on his face. "May I have my sin back, mortal? I will not have it lingering with you any longer."
"Speak or not, it matters not to me," he chided lightly, reaching out and actually touching a strand of her hair. His expression shifted lightly, his eyes remained the same but his mouth turned down into a frown. "I do wonder, though... you can absorb sin, but how much can you take before you... burst?" He punctuated the last word with a small laugh as they ran.
He put his hands back in the pockets of his trousers and began walking towards them. However, it only required them to blink once before he standing directly in front of them once more. He flicked his hand out, catching and lifting the both of them into the air with the same invisible force as before. To Jace, it would have looked like a transparent black and purple tentacle had wound itself around them. This was living Pride, nothing that she would be able to absorb, but perhaps resist slightly.
However, he peeled them apart and brought Jay down to himself. "Your sister is more special than you believe, I think," he remarked. He pressed his palm to the left side of Jay's head. "We shall soon find out. First things first, I will have my pride back."
Jay would have felt a cold sensation settle deep in his stomach. Pride's eyes would suddenly come ablaze in purple light, his fingertips lightly touching Jay's head. A magenta glow came alight beneath them, strands of misty energy leaving the pale boy's cranium as he pulled his hand away. Pride had literally sucked the sin from Jay's body. It absorbed back into the Deadly Sin himself, and then Jay was caught in the same invisible force as before, this time, missing of sin. This was an integral part of the process of taking two humans as his 'pet' of things; removing the sin from their bodies, and then bringing them back. They would be able to recreate themselves anew if they so wished -- a blank space before God.
He turned to Jace, walking to her and bringing her down to eye level with him, her feet nearly touching the ground. He held his hand out, a playful smirk on his face. "May I have my sin back, mortal? I will not have it lingering with you any longer."
Dumbledoof
Two Thousand Club
Temma-Kati
I like your shoelaces.
(Yes, I'm here! Sorry I havent replied yet - I lost my keyboard O.o )
Dumbledoof
Two Thousand Club
((o.o How do you lose a keyboard?))
Temma-Kati
I like your shoelaces.
(Yeah, that did sound weird... I use a little Bluetooth keyboard with my Ipad, but I left it at work yesterday accidentally. I'll have a reponce soon!)
Dumbledoof
Two Thousand Club
((Ahhh, okay.))
Temma-Kati
I like your shoelaces.
Jace felt a rumbling deep in her mental vaults, the sin she harbored to herself writhing with excitement as it sensed the brotheren. She said nothing, straining against the tentacles of sin wrapping around her. Her palm pulsedwth silver light, energized by her racing heart. Jay felt more than saw the power rushing from her hands, straining against the force this entity encased him with. "No, I know exactly how special she is," He hissed vehemently, rebellion surging into his veins as the man reached out, brushing his fingers over his pale hair.
It felt like ice dropping into his belly, a crushing of his lungs - the sin being pulled away from him felt like the removing of a thorn that skin had grown over, on a scale much more intense. "It's you who doesn't know," he snarled quietly, eyes blazing as the ice finally evaporated from his belly, only to be replaced with a surge of anger as Jace was drawn close to the man.
However, Jay soon found himself as mute as his twin - whatever power held him there, it made him freeze in place, his lipsand tongue frozen - all he could do was watch, feel the anger bubble in his mind as Jace lifted her chin defiantly. Her ocean blue eyes suddenly started to change, a strange shift that could only be described as grotesquely beautiful. Her iris seemed to twist itself into a violently blazing silver, her pupils narrowing into serpentine slits as the irises grow over the whites. Her hands clenched in pain as her eyes stated to bleed, the scarlet dripping from her lashes as vivid as the color over her lips.
Jay watched helplessly as Jace's palms blazed with the same silver glow her eyes did, the surge of power from her emotional vault overtaking her form. Pride's sin slipped out from her skin, a deep, sickly black. However, it didn't go back to its old master - instead, it did something once thought impossible. It evanescenced. he threads of sin started to coil and writhe like earthworms in pain, high-pitched 'nails on chalkboard' piercing into Jace's mind as the tightly leashed trendles of pride tied themselves into knots and melted from existence, taking just enough of the tentacles holding her in place to release her.
The pale-haired girl seemed to fall into weakness after that, the skin of her palms finally fading into normality. Her eyes bloomed with color again, her pupils folding back to normal as her knees hit the sand, breathing hard. One hand rose to touch her face, withdrawing it to see a red-hazed image of blood on her fingers. Jay had began viciously fighting the power holding him as soon as the trendles of pride writhed from his sisters skin, his eyes ablaze with passionate fury. Of course, being only the average human himself, he was powerless to help as Jace found herself hazing from consciousness, shaking from overexertion.
But Jace had victory blazing in her eyes, clearing of bloody tears. The pride she harbored in her vaults had been unleashed, and not for the sin himself. Rather, she bade it away, to nonexistence. Slamming the mental doors of the vault shut, she baracaded the mental vault with her abilities, powerful enough to keep it from being pried into, to keep her secret unknown. She glared upwards at Pride, an eerie sight - blood falling from her eyes, a victorious smile on ruby lips, it was almost believable to think she was a pure demon. Impossible - only the angels of lore could vanish sins, but it was impossible for this girl to be an archangel, here in a old built of sin.
Jay watched helplessly, fightin violently against his invisible ropes as Jace finally lost her consciousness, her hair splayed across the sand with a pale splatter. His fury washing like waves, Jay felt his vision pulse with darkness as he yearned to be besides Jace for this, keep her close and safe for whatever was going to happen next.
Dumbledoof
Two Thousand Club
Pride simply watched, amusement still alight in his eyes. He felt no pain at all from having the sin around her simply evaporate and be returned to the nonexistence from which it sprang from. It was not as if he did not have plenty more to go from; humans were ripe for the picking, especially the one behind him, who was filled with Wrath. He smirked, leaning down to her when the light show was over. Jay was not strong enough to combat the strength of an incarnate sin, and neither was she, though maybe in the future. However, not yet.
When she passed out, he kneeled down, his hand hovering over her for a moment before he shook his head. Instead, he held his hand near her neck like poising his claws to strike, the tips of his fingers pointed forward toward his palm. There were neat claws at the tips of his fingers, showing just how pure of a demon he truly was. But, he did not touch her. Instead, a purple glow showed itself around her, manifesting and solidified into a black collar. The symbols of pride were etched into it.
It was interesting in the least to see what she had done. While he knew she was no demon, nor could she possibly be an angel... and the archangels did not come to Earth, hardly ever leaving Heaven. The only time he remembered coming to the Earth was Archangel Gabriel. However, no mere archangel dared to challenge a Deadly Sin -- they were named deadly for a reason, darkness incarnate in the hearts of men, the demons of Hell, and the angels of Heaven.
Whatever the case may be, he looked over at Jay straining against the living sin. Pride picked himself up and walked over to him. "Here's the deal -- I don't really have a choice in doing this. God's orders, whatever, yearly thing." He waved that away, then pointed at Jay. "You'd best calm yourself or you'll be consumed in our realm. Not quite Heaven, not quite Earth, nor is it really Hell... something in-between the three. That isn't the point I'm trying to make, though... fact of the matter is, I have to keep you two for a year. You'd best believe that I do not want you two."
He brought Jay over to his sister, and then released him to go to her. "Look, I'm not here to hurt you, but I have to say this as a warning; do not try to escape, otherwise I will have to hurt you. This is a stupid program we're required to do, something about preserving any remnants of humanity because some humans at least need to go to Heaven without sin, or go to Hell. Typically, I choose any random person off the street, but your sister's little show only sold me on my choice. You two are coming with me."
And with a snap of his fingers, the world began to melt away around them like wax. It dripped down, and then... snapped back together in a flash like reality was correcting itself. Instead, they were on the porch of some massive house, seemingly built like it was for a king or queen. He gestured to Jay and Jace. "Bring her inside, and don't attempt to run. You won't like what happens next, and you especially won't like it if one of you dies."
His words echoed for a moment and he opened the door, stepping into his house.
When she passed out, he kneeled down, his hand hovering over her for a moment before he shook his head. Instead, he held his hand near her neck like poising his claws to strike, the tips of his fingers pointed forward toward his palm. There were neat claws at the tips of his fingers, showing just how pure of a demon he truly was. But, he did not touch her. Instead, a purple glow showed itself around her, manifesting and solidified into a black collar. The symbols of pride were etched into it.
It was interesting in the least to see what she had done. While he knew she was no demon, nor could she possibly be an angel... and the archangels did not come to Earth, hardly ever leaving Heaven. The only time he remembered coming to the Earth was Archangel Gabriel. However, no mere archangel dared to challenge a Deadly Sin -- they were named deadly for a reason, darkness incarnate in the hearts of men, the demons of Hell, and the angels of Heaven.
Whatever the case may be, he looked over at Jay straining against the living sin. Pride picked himself up and walked over to him. "Here's the deal -- I don't really have a choice in doing this. God's orders, whatever, yearly thing." He waved that away, then pointed at Jay. "You'd best calm yourself or you'll be consumed in our realm. Not quite Heaven, not quite Earth, nor is it really Hell... something in-between the three. That isn't the point I'm trying to make, though... fact of the matter is, I have to keep you two for a year. You'd best believe that I do not want you two."
He brought Jay over to his sister, and then released him to go to her. "Look, I'm not here to hurt you, but I have to say this as a warning; do not try to escape, otherwise I will have to hurt you. This is a stupid program we're required to do, something about preserving any remnants of humanity because some humans at least need to go to Heaven without sin, or go to Hell. Typically, I choose any random person off the street, but your sister's little show only sold me on my choice. You two are coming with me."
And with a snap of his fingers, the world began to melt away around them like wax. It dripped down, and then... snapped back together in a flash like reality was correcting itself. Instead, they were on the porch of some massive house, seemingly built like it was for a king or queen. He gestured to Jay and Jace. "Bring her inside, and don't attempt to run. You won't like what happens next, and you especially won't like it if one of you dies."
His words echoed for a moment and he opened the door, stepping into his house.
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Jay had stepped immediately towards his twin, heartpounding with bitter regret as he crouched besides her, tucking his arms underneath herform and standing once more. He didn't both pulling at the collar around hr throat - the arterial was foreign to this world, and he was afraid of hurting her. Instead, he used the arm crossing over her back, to hold her close to his chest, her slim form carefully cradled with aching tenderness. Anger slipped away into cold relief, sensing more than feeling his twins strong heartbeat.
He barely blinked as the world around him melted away, nor did he react to any of the words the demon had said. His thoughts were focused on his sister, his heartbeat painful in his chest as he ran a hand through her white-sand hair. This was the treatment he gave his twin that made his neighbors so uncomfortable, treating her with such care. Jay finally became completely aware of his surroundings, however, when the wrath boiling inside him gave a sharp, harsh pain.
He glanced up, hackles raised - only to find himself in a world most certainly not his own. His jaw clenched, his arms tightened protectively around his sister. Scarlet brushed in paint-like streaks over her face from where it frisked over his shirt, leaving a dark stain against the black fabric. Silently, after a long hesitation, he followed Pride inside the luxurious mansion.
"Welcome to Pride Manor," four voices chimed in monotone symmetry, making Jay pull his sister closer agains his chest protectively. "We have been asked to show you to your rooms, prepare you both for the meal, and make sure you aren't to run in the next few hours." The four demonic servant tippe thir heads in unison, sends spiders up Jays back. "Come along," they ordered at once, walking in a line behind Jay and Jace so he had no choice but to follow.
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How did we get here? "Mr. Macho zapped us here." Why is this thing here? "A collar. You're a demon's pet." That's disgusting. Do we really have to be here for a year? "Apparently so." Why aren't you wearing a collar? "You're the pet, I'm more of the awkward accessory." Okay, but why am I wearing these clothes? "That's a good question." Jay turned from answering his sisters signed questions, his expression droll as he faced one of the shadowy butlers. "Why is Jace wearing a dress?"
Time had passed since the twins had been brought to the demons' home. Sure enough, they had been prepped - Jay had been alowed to keep his regular jeans, but the shirt was changed into a casual gray button down that contrasted his pale skin. However, Jace's transformation was a whole other level - she had been more or less forced into a dress made of black ace bandages. Well, at least, that's what it looked like to Jay. The black material hugged her slim waist but relaxed in delicate folds to just mid-thigh, met by a pair of thigh-high. The neckline pressed just under her collar bones, and the sleevescame to her wrists. The butler gave no answer, as usual. Jay rolled his eyes, looking back at Jace. The blood had been cleaned from her face, along with the lipstick, but her eyeliner was still in place. Perhaps they fixed it?
They were in what they assumed was a guest hall, sitting next to each other on a couch. They're talkative. "No kidding." I hate these clothes. "Careful, another demon might fight for you if you're consumed by hatred." Shut up, dork. "Nerd." Bitch. "Jerk." Dweeb. "Weirdo." Oh. I'm hurt. Why must you torture me so? Jace gave her twin brother a droll look, letting her hands rest in her lap. Jay returned the look, letting his sister lean against his shoulder. He pulled her close with an arm around her shoulders, protectively.
(You reply so fast, I love it)
Dumbledoof
Two Thousand Club
((XD I try to reply whenever I see it.))
Pride only managed to realize that he had actually forgotten to give Jay a collar as well. Okay, he was an immortal deity with unspeakable power, only trumped by very few beings, yet he somehow managed to forget to give his captive human a collar. It wasn't even a collar signaling them as a pet, either, it was more or less a tracking accessory. Just in the case that he needed to appear to them in a moment's notice for, say, protecting them or something.
Looks like all the power did not get put into giving him decent memory.
With a sigh, he had to leave his office -- which was securely locked -- to go find them. He appeared before them, manifesting out of a shadowy mist that appeared. He glanced them over, and then raised an eyebrow at Jace. "What in the seven Hells are you wearing?" He asked rhetorically, then looked at his butler. "What is she wearing?"
"A dress." The butler stated simply. Pride facepalmed.
"Oh, no, I TOTALLY didn't get that. I'm pretty sure my eyes work." He growled. "I meant WHY is she wearing that?"
"Is it not to your liking?" The demon butler asked.
If he had to table or something to smash his face into, he would. Fortunately, he had a vase, and so put his face through that. It just melted into darkness, and when he removed his head, pulled back together and returned to how it was before. He let out a drawn out sigh, shaking his head.
"They're meant to be comfortable, not being forced into some outfits my past guests wore." With a snap of his fingers, he returned Jace to what she was wearing before, just... cleaner than normal and perfectly taken care of. "From now on, just outfit them in things they want to wear. Am I clear?"
The butler nodded. "Understood, Lord Pride."
He scoffed and turned to the two. "Honestly, and to think I pay them..." He muttered under his breath, flicking his hand in a gesture for them to leave. They did immediately. "Apologies. I tell them every year that you're not to be treated as pets, but... whatever. It's a wonder I haven't fired them yet."
Pride only managed to realize that he had actually forgotten to give Jay a collar as well. Okay, he was an immortal deity with unspeakable power, only trumped by very few beings, yet he somehow managed to forget to give his captive human a collar. It wasn't even a collar signaling them as a pet, either, it was more or less a tracking accessory. Just in the case that he needed to appear to them in a moment's notice for, say, protecting them or something.
Looks like all the power did not get put into giving him decent memory.
With a sigh, he had to leave his office -- which was securely locked -- to go find them. He appeared before them, manifesting out of a shadowy mist that appeared. He glanced them over, and then raised an eyebrow at Jace. "What in the seven Hells are you wearing?" He asked rhetorically, then looked at his butler. "What is she wearing?"
"A dress." The butler stated simply. Pride facepalmed.
"Oh, no, I TOTALLY didn't get that. I'm pretty sure my eyes work." He growled. "I meant WHY is she wearing that?"
"Is it not to your liking?" The demon butler asked.
If he had to table or something to smash his face into, he would. Fortunately, he had a vase, and so put his face through that. It just melted into darkness, and when he removed his head, pulled back together and returned to how it was before. He let out a drawn out sigh, shaking his head.
"They're meant to be comfortable, not being forced into some outfits my past guests wore." With a snap of his fingers, he returned Jace to what she was wearing before, just... cleaner than normal and perfectly taken care of. "From now on, just outfit them in things they want to wear. Am I clear?"
The butler nodded. "Understood, Lord Pride."
He scoffed and turned to the two. "Honestly, and to think I pay them..." He muttered under his breath, flicking his hand in a gesture for them to leave. They did immediately. "Apologies. I tell them every year that you're not to be treated as pets, but... whatever. It's a wonder I haven't fired them yet."
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I like your shoelaces.
Jay turned as a rolling mist started to unfurl from the shadows, Pride stepping from the twisting smoke-like trendils. A familiar sight, he only turned to look at his sister as she pulled away from his side, bristling with cool hostility. "Jace..." he warned under his breath, grabbing her arm almost possessively. He ignored the low-key glare is twin gave him, simply watching the exchange between higher and lesser demon. When the demon turned towards the pair, Jay didnt spare him a lance in return - rather, he watched his sister cautiously.
And god thing, too. It took half a heartbeat for Jace to raise her hands, just beginning to sign some choice words for the captor who held them here. Jay lashed out, gently pinning his sisters hands between his own before she could anger he entity before them. The girl just gave a silent hiss of confusion and anger when she felt fabric shuffle against her body, shifting uneasily as the dress seemed to fold away and be replaced by... her own clothes?
Salt-water blue eyes snapped upwards to stare at the demon, one pale hand wriggling from between Jays to reach around her neck. However, she didn't tug at the collar - instead, she felt for a leather chord. Lo and behold, there it was. Jay felt her relax a fraction against his side when she touched the leather strand, the heavy obsidian pendant weighing it down. Carved into what appeared to be the roman numeral five, the volcanic glass was chipped and worn frmoyears of constant wear.
Jay let his sisters hands go, giving her a firm stare. She stared back with a droll expression, sarcasm traced all along the lips of her lips and brows. Hissing a few undesignated curses under his breath, Jay faced forwards and rose to his feet, fooled by his twin. He silently refused to let he stand next to him, keeping her protectively half-behind him with one hand on her arm. That hand had a purpose - it kept his irritant sister from signing some unneeded visual assaults.
"We get that you have orders from, ah, higher ups," he began, his voice tinted with suppressed anger, "but why does Jace strike your fancy of all the people? She has some abilities, but why are you, a sin, interested in someone who can make sin vanish?" Jay felt a light hand on his back, followed by the slight pull of his twins' energy. His anger melted into her hand, but Jace didn't release it like she released the pride. She had to let the sins take physical form to have them evanescent, and if pride had hurt her into unconsciousness.... Well, she mostly took Jace's sins away, and he had little sinful pride. However, wrath was stronger than any other in him, and she absorbed it regularly, keeping it stored in the prisons of her mind. Releasing so much wrath was a narrow strike to suicide.
(Sorry this took so long I was laughing because all I could imagine was like...
*Big badass demon*
*FACEPLANT*
*poof into a cloud of back glitter*
*Gathers back together and sighs in annoyance*
"i'm fine i'm fine.")
Dumbledoof
Two Thousand Club
((Don't worry, I bust a gut laughing from writing that for a bit actually when the mental image came.))
Pride raised an eyebrow inquisitively at Jace's hands, his frown firmly in place. It was not something of a bad frown, more or less just a neutral expression. It just told that he was almost entirely unaffected by the situation that he saw in front of him, and from what he saw Jay was doing, probably keeping his sister from trying to anger him. That was some good, the sins originated from him in the first place, as if he would actually be affected by them. That was Wrath's particular calling anyways. In fact, Wrath probably would have struck them by now, many times at that.
"Higher ups as in that damnable God?" Thunder boom outside the window and he turned to it, scowling. "Yes, DAMNABLE GOD. Get over yourself you big dickhead!" A few seconds pause. "No, I really don't care! You're the reason I'm here in this stupid mansion and why these two people are here, who could have been leading normal, fruitful lives instead of having to wallow and behold the image of me looking like I'm talking to myself, while instead of talking to our oh so almighty creator." More thunder boomed.
"Yeah, fuck you, too." He sighed, turning back to the two humans. "Sorry about that. You're probably going to see that a lot. And to answer your question, well..." he just shrugged. "I had a feeling you two were the right pick. Which reminds me..." he leaned over and had his hand hover near Jay's neck, in the same position as what made Jace's collar appear. One came across his neck as well and Pride's hand returned to his pants pocket. "That's more or less just a tracker of sorts. It's so I can make sure you don't get hurt by any demons you might piss off, or angels, I'm not, um... what's the bias called towards demons or angels anyways?"
He looked up behind them, his face visibly falling and going into a slackened state of sadness. Behind them was a metal ring in a perfect circle; or, well, it looked to be metal. It was mounted on a wall, with a heavenly looking blade adorned with gold and red symmetry and art engraved into the blade, cross-guard and hilt. Below the halo and sword read the name 'Archangel Elprede.' He looked almost irritated now.
"... Well, anyways, it doesn't matter much." He looked down at the two of them. "Are you two hungry or thirsty at all? This place may not be anywhere normal or natural, but you still behave like any normal humans... maybe her being less human and more something else that I can't remember. ... You're not an angel, are you?"
The look on his face was something akin to pure bitterness. Had something happened between him and an angel?
Pride raised an eyebrow inquisitively at Jace's hands, his frown firmly in place. It was not something of a bad frown, more or less just a neutral expression. It just told that he was almost entirely unaffected by the situation that he saw in front of him, and from what he saw Jay was doing, probably keeping his sister from trying to anger him. That was some good, the sins originated from him in the first place, as if he would actually be affected by them. That was Wrath's particular calling anyways. In fact, Wrath probably would have struck them by now, many times at that.
"Higher ups as in that damnable God?" Thunder boom outside the window and he turned to it, scowling. "Yes, DAMNABLE GOD. Get over yourself you big dickhead!" A few seconds pause. "No, I really don't care! You're the reason I'm here in this stupid mansion and why these two people are here, who could have been leading normal, fruitful lives instead of having to wallow and behold the image of me looking like I'm talking to myself, while instead of talking to our oh so almighty creator." More thunder boomed.
"Yeah, fuck you, too." He sighed, turning back to the two humans. "Sorry about that. You're probably going to see that a lot. And to answer your question, well..." he just shrugged. "I had a feeling you two were the right pick. Which reminds me..." he leaned over and had his hand hover near Jay's neck, in the same position as what made Jace's collar appear. One came across his neck as well and Pride's hand returned to his pants pocket. "That's more or less just a tracker of sorts. It's so I can make sure you don't get hurt by any demons you might piss off, or angels, I'm not, um... what's the bias called towards demons or angels anyways?"
He looked up behind them, his face visibly falling and going into a slackened state of sadness. Behind them was a metal ring in a perfect circle; or, well, it looked to be metal. It was mounted on a wall, with a heavenly looking blade adorned with gold and red symmetry and art engraved into the blade, cross-guard and hilt. Below the halo and sword read the name 'Archangel Elprede.' He looked almost irritated now.
"... Well, anyways, it doesn't matter much." He looked down at the two of them. "Are you two hungry or thirsty at all? This place may not be anywhere normal or natural, but you still behave like any normal humans... maybe her being less human and more something else that I can't remember. ... You're not an angel, are you?"
The look on his face was something akin to pure bitterness. Had something happened between him and an angel?
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I like your shoelaces.
Jays hand flew up, tugging viciously at the collar around his neck, alike to his sisters. His expression bitter, he glanced to the side as he filtered through his words, biting his tongue. Bristling with compressed hostility, he let out a short hiss of a breath as he struggled to pull his anger under control. "She's not an angel," he growled, pulling his sister more firmly behind him, using himself as a shield.
Jace wasn't paying much attention to the words being said. She was, at first, but her eyes caught onto the word behind the demon. It was like a sudden trigger, her heartbeat suddenly racing and skin paling even further. Her head tipping sideways and eyes half closed they, were angled towards the ground, but were focused on nothing. Everything was fading into a low hum for her, her vision pulsing with her heartbeat. She reached out and grabbed onto her brothers shirt, almost as if she were possessed - like she wasn't in control.
Then came the shots of adrenaline. "Shit-" Jay whined around as soon as he felt Jace's hand begin to sake, recognizing the symptoms of her crashes. He reacted just in time, arms reaching out to catch her as she collapsed, feeling her heartbeat racing as if she just sprinted a marathon. Jay kept his face calm as Jace let him lower her carefully onto the couch, then reaching down and grabbing Jace's bag. Riffling through, he withdrew a small plastic box, quickly getting to work.
Ignoring Pride for the time being, even with his back tense with anger, Jay kept himself gentle as he pulled out a single-use syringe and a single - but powerful - dose of valium. Expertly filin the syringe from the tiny bottle, Jay lowly and carefully turned Jace's arm over so her wrist was upwards. "Jace has something," he said to Pride, looking at the demon for a half moment, "and it's undiagnosed. She has these rushes of adrenaline - enough to kill someone." He tore open an alcohol swab, swiping down the inside of Jace's wrist. "The only way to keep it down is valium, until they find a better way."
He reached out, touched Jace's face carefully. "Jace, if you can hear me, I need you to be still..." He let himself trail off, holding his twins wrist gently as he slid the needle under her skin, slowly pushin the drug into her blood. Withdrawing the needle, Jay sipped a cotton square over the injection spot and used a small piece of medica tape to pin it down. Finally allowing his hands to shake freely with worry, Jay let out a slow breath he didn't know he was holding at th valium forced Jace's body to relax, her eyes half-shut as the drug took its course.
However, it didn't stop her from everything. She reached out drunkenly, grabbing her brothers shirt. With her other hand, she spelled out a few words with shaky ASL. Help. Time. Kill. Murder. Wings. Jay felt shiver travel down his spine as Jace's eyes pulsed silver again, unable to control her power very well with the valium. Jay reached out and took her hands in his, feeling her heartbeat slowly calm and seeing her eyes fade back to oceanic blue. "Go to sleep. It's okay, I'm right here." There was no anger in his voice, a pure heart-aching tenderness that lulled Jace's eyes shut, her breathing small and shallow. Jay didn't move from his spot, almost stone-still as he willed his own heart to calm even if his voice was sober. "She'll need water when she's back around, in just a few hours. Don't give her anything to eat until it's obvious she's sober."
(Internet issues, sorry ^.^' )
Dumbledoof
Two Thousand Club
((It happens, lol))
Pride almost laughed at Jay sounding so hostile towards angels. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you hated angels as much as I do with that kind of tone." He said soberly. He imagined, if anything, Jay was just angry at him, though.
He had a bad background with angels. However, it was due to... what had happened to him. He used to be one of them, everything was fine and dandy until one day God had confronted him. Asked him if he was willing to do anything for him. Pride had said he would be. What he didn't realize was the fact that he would be transformed into a living force of pure darkness by God, twisted from his previous status and leaving his name forgotten. Archangel Elprede, he was called. Now everybody knows him only as Pride.
The other Deadly Sins had made themselves manifest when the humans had begun to become corrupted from his 'pride'. The first was Wrath -- the pure anger and fury over being slighted, no matter how small it may have been, or how accidental. Then came Envy, over how somebody had something they did not and believed whole heartedly that it should be their's. Sloth, from having their pride broken and torn to shreds, their self-dignity ruined, leaving them to do absolutely nothing. Greed, for wanting too much and that 'too much' never being enough. Lust, he actually did not truly know how she spawned. It just... happened at some time. Nor did he truly know how Gluttony came to be, he could not find a connection between himself and them.
He did not enjoy being the original sin committed by mankind. Being forced to live with two humans every year... it only poured salt into the wound. They gouged a deeper hole in him than before. Was God laughing down at him now, was it funny to damn him like this? He wouldn't ever know, nor did he think he want to know. He was betrayed, there was nothing more than that.
When Jace begun to seemingly have a stroke, he moved to help her until he thought better of it. They would likely take it as some sort of threatening action. So he stepped back and decided to watch. He didn't enjoy seeing this at all, he didn't really enjoy inflicting pain on others at all, but everybody enjoyed seeing him in pain. He had been in pain for eons, longer than anybody but God would ever really care to remember. He just looked on apologetically.
"I apologize... but there's nothing I can do for. Deity or not, it is no longer within my ability to heal... not anymore. All my power can do is just inflict tragedy on others... I haven't used them since I got them except to conjure whatever was asked of me." He just sighed and produced another shot like the one that Jay had just used, holding it out to him. "The best I can do is give you the necessary drug."
Pride almost laughed at Jay sounding so hostile towards angels. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you hated angels as much as I do with that kind of tone." He said soberly. He imagined, if anything, Jay was just angry at him, though.
He had a bad background with angels. However, it was due to... what had happened to him. He used to be one of them, everything was fine and dandy until one day God had confronted him. Asked him if he was willing to do anything for him. Pride had said he would be. What he didn't realize was the fact that he would be transformed into a living force of pure darkness by God, twisted from his previous status and leaving his name forgotten. Archangel Elprede, he was called. Now everybody knows him only as Pride.
The other Deadly Sins had made themselves manifest when the humans had begun to become corrupted from his 'pride'. The first was Wrath -- the pure anger and fury over being slighted, no matter how small it may have been, or how accidental. Then came Envy, over how somebody had something they did not and believed whole heartedly that it should be their's. Sloth, from having their pride broken and torn to shreds, their self-dignity ruined, leaving them to do absolutely nothing. Greed, for wanting too much and that 'too much' never being enough. Lust, he actually did not truly know how she spawned. It just... happened at some time. Nor did he truly know how Gluttony came to be, he could not find a connection between himself and them.
He did not enjoy being the original sin committed by mankind. Being forced to live with two humans every year... it only poured salt into the wound. They gouged a deeper hole in him than before. Was God laughing down at him now, was it funny to damn him like this? He wouldn't ever know, nor did he think he want to know. He was betrayed, there was nothing more than that.
When Jace begun to seemingly have a stroke, he moved to help her until he thought better of it. They would likely take it as some sort of threatening action. So he stepped back and decided to watch. He didn't enjoy seeing this at all, he didn't really enjoy inflicting pain on others at all, but everybody enjoyed seeing him in pain. He had been in pain for eons, longer than anybody but God would ever really care to remember. He just looked on apologetically.
"I apologize... but there's nothing I can do for. Deity or not, it is no longer within my ability to heal... not anymore. All my power can do is just inflict tragedy on others... I haven't used them since I got them except to conjure whatever was asked of me." He just sighed and produced another shot like the one that Jay had just used, holding it out to him. "The best I can do is give you the necessary drug."
Temma-Kati
I like your shoelaces.
"I do hate the angels." Jay's teeth clenched down, his wrath blossoming in his chest as his thoughts came towards the divinities. "They did this to her. Ruined her life," he muttered, reaching out and combing back a few strands of hair from his sisters face. "Turned her into something long dead. She lost our family, lost her life, the bastard even took her voice." His lips twisted into a hateful scowl, even if his hands were gentle along his sisters arm as he checked her pulse, the temperature of her skin.
As the diety hande over a syringe, Jay just stared fo a moment before looking up at the demon. His malice was almost tangible, a thick layer of gray clouding around him. The white-haired lad said nothing for another few moments, then cocked his head slightly. "Forgive me for not trusting you," he said dryly, "but I don't right now." He subconsciously touched his sisters arm again, as much for himself as for her.
Deep, deep in drug therapy, Jace was trapped. Trapped in an idea, in a thought - a memory. She could freely speak, she didn't have to hide away her voice - she didn't have to hide at all. Jay was there, skipping rocks next to her as she doodled in a notebook. Jace's memory turned sour, recalling a pair of vast wings and a beautiful voice, tellin her something. What did they say?... It didn't matter, even as Jay told her not To say yes. She had nodded, filled with mind-numbing trust that turned into crushin betrayal and intense physical pain....
Jay felt his twins heart suddenly start to race, nd subconscious thought had him moving the next second. Shifting Jace carefully in her half-sleeping, half-high state, he let her head lay over his lap so she would get a head rush. Her hair fell to the side, revealing an ugly scar slitting across the side of her neck, ragged and painful looking. Jay fixed her hair automatically, covering the scar once more.
(Gah my last few posts are crap... I'm sorry ^.^' I'm exhausted though... I'm going to head to bed for now, but i'll be back tomorrow hopefully. See you soon!)
Dumbledoof
Two Thousand Club
((Lol then go to sleep, ya dork. Quality over quantity.))
Pride shrugged lightly, materializing the syringe and putting his hand back in his pocket. "Well, that's unfortunate. What would also be unfortunate is if you didn't accept what she needs." He shook his head and pointed at the wall behind them, the halo and sword of Archangel Elprede.
"Seeing how you've got no love for angels, I don't either. That actually used to be me." He put a forced smile on his face, but it looked like he was ready to murder somebody. His eyes were hard and his jaw was tight. "You see, one day I'm asked by God 'are you willing to do anything for me?' Like an idiot, I said; 'Yes.' Next thing I know, I'm stripped of my halo and being cast down from Heaven."
He looked directly upwards, snarling. "Then I'm being twisted, the very fabric of my being torn apart and put back together as some... monstrosity. And then I find out that I am now called 'Pride,' the first of the Deadly Sins. There used to be seven Heavenly Virtues. There's six now. You want to know what happened to Humility?" He glanced down at Jay. "Well, you can say he was manipulated and turned into something he wasn't. Now why am I telling you this? Well, why not anyways? It isn't as if it can come back and bite me in the ass. Even though I got turned into something worth hating, being treated as trash, I'm still the same thing that used to be up there in Heaven on the inside. Though, particularly now, I don't even want to associate myself with the angels any longer. You can't trust angels, which I suppose means you can't trust me. At least a demon will tell you that they're deceitful."
He walked around the couch to the halo and sword, tilting his head slightly. "Say, do you think I could pawn this off to a street vendor for a dollar? No, wait, just hand it over for free -- it isn't worth a single penny for how worthless it is. Angels are worthless beings nowadays, failures, the lot of them. No redeeming qualities anymore, you could say they're worse than demons."
With a shake of his head, he turned right around and turned transparent, walking through them, and then becoming solid again. He continued on to the door, only pausing in the middle of the doorway. "Dinner is starting soon. When she's feeling well enough, or if you're hungry or something, just come out and get something. I'll be retiring to my bedroom."
He left immediately after. He did not care at all to keep them here, he didn't even want them here, HE didn't want to be here.
Pride shrugged lightly, materializing the syringe and putting his hand back in his pocket. "Well, that's unfortunate. What would also be unfortunate is if you didn't accept what she needs." He shook his head and pointed at the wall behind them, the halo and sword of Archangel Elprede.
"Seeing how you've got no love for angels, I don't either. That actually used to be me." He put a forced smile on his face, but it looked like he was ready to murder somebody. His eyes were hard and his jaw was tight. "You see, one day I'm asked by God 'are you willing to do anything for me?' Like an idiot, I said; 'Yes.' Next thing I know, I'm stripped of my halo and being cast down from Heaven."
He looked directly upwards, snarling. "Then I'm being twisted, the very fabric of my being torn apart and put back together as some... monstrosity. And then I find out that I am now called 'Pride,' the first of the Deadly Sins. There used to be seven Heavenly Virtues. There's six now. You want to know what happened to Humility?" He glanced down at Jay. "Well, you can say he was manipulated and turned into something he wasn't. Now why am I telling you this? Well, why not anyways? It isn't as if it can come back and bite me in the ass. Even though I got turned into something worth hating, being treated as trash, I'm still the same thing that used to be up there in Heaven on the inside. Though, particularly now, I don't even want to associate myself with the angels any longer. You can't trust angels, which I suppose means you can't trust me. At least a demon will tell you that they're deceitful."
He walked around the couch to the halo and sword, tilting his head slightly. "Say, do you think I could pawn this off to a street vendor for a dollar? No, wait, just hand it over for free -- it isn't worth a single penny for how worthless it is. Angels are worthless beings nowadays, failures, the lot of them. No redeeming qualities anymore, you could say they're worse than demons."
With a shake of his head, he turned right around and turned transparent, walking through them, and then becoming solid again. He continued on to the door, only pausing in the middle of the doorway. "Dinner is starting soon. When she's feeling well enough, or if you're hungry or something, just come out and get something. I'll be retiring to my bedroom."
He left immediately after. He did not care at all to keep them here, he didn't even want them here, HE didn't want to be here.
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Temma-Kati
I like your shoelaces.
(*Walks in* *Grabs a beer* *Considers* *Grabs another* I'ma need this. *FACEPLANT*)
Quite a bit of time passed before Jace became half-aware of herself, flexing her hands weakly. Jay had moved her to the bedrooms they were shown to, a door between the rooms connecting them. Skimming her hands drunkenly over red, silken blankets, Jace blearily struggled to sit up by her own.
Jay walked in at this moment, his heart skipping a beat when he saw Jace struggling upwards. "Hey, hey," he said gently, setting down a glass of water and leaningher back down. Jace, too weak to protest, just let her brother care for her as the valium seeped gradually from her system, her heartbeat slow and tired like her breaths. "You're still doped... take it easy," Jay hummed gently, sitting down on the bed and half-laying next to his twin, folding the blankets more securely around her.
Pale hands shaky, Jace signed a question for her brother. Brows furrowing with worry, Jay stood up for a moment to change into a pair of pajamas, which were his own. Perhaps his belongings were brought by another butler.... Knowing Jace's eyes were closed against the pale light of a few lamps, Jay hurridly changed into sweats, leaving his torso bare. His bought time to answer all used up, Jay pulled back the blankets and slid in next to his twin, taking one of her hands in his own. Even if most siblings would find it disgusting to sleep next to each other, even in a king-sized bed like this, the Moccoy twins felt none of the uncomfort of this position.
"Yeah, he was an angel once," he sighed, squeezing his sisters hand, "but we'll be okay. I won't let anything happen."
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Jace found herself awake the next morning on her stomach, face towards her twin. He lay on his back, still fast asleep - their hands were still together between the pillows, but relaxed fom sleep. Shivering from the after-effects of the drug, Jace carefully slid out of bed and slipped into the closet, finding enough room to squirm from her pajamas andinto regular clothes. Jay had asked a female demon butler to change Jace the nigh before - even these twins had som lines not to cross.
The pale-skinned lass stepped from the closet, wearing a pair of plain gray skinny jeans and a red hoodie over a tank-top. Hesitating for several moments by the door, her hand absentmindedly jerking at the collar around her neck, Jace finally gave one glance over at her sleepin twins' form and opened the door silently.
Slipping outside, Jace half-shut the door and tucked her hands into the hoodie pocket, glancing both ways down the hallway. Permanently tousled white-sand hair brushing against the back of her neck, the lass padded quietly downstairs. It was flooded with rose-gold light, streaming from the large sliding glass door that lead to a magnificent patio. Jace found herself sliding back the door, a surprisingly sweet rush of fresh air sailing around her as she slid the glass shut behind her.
Stepping down a ew of the wooden steps, Jace sat herself down on the top stair and cured her knees to her chest, arms casually resting across her knees. Wherever this land was, the sunrise was spectacular. Even so, with the different colored lights swirling in the sky, Jace found herself distracted by the lading of a tiny bird next to her. It appearedto be a raven in all ways but size - this bird was the size of a sparrow. It scurried towards her curiously, and gently pecked at the hand she offered. Cawing quietly, the gird flew off again, taking Jace's gaze with it.
Dumbledoof
Two Thousand Club
((That sounds like something actually entertaining to do. And I've smashed my skull into a lot of things. no, im not a masochist, i just liked testing how hard my head was.))
Pride didn't sleep. He never slept. What happened that night was he simply was stuck wandering the house as usual. When you didn't need sleep for your own personal health, it always became difficult to actually find yourself in a position to do it. In fact, he didn't really have any room in the house equipped to have a bed for himself. It was an afterthought to design the building to cater to his own needs, which were extremely minuscule due to his status as a deity, but nonetheless something he probably should have done. Maybe some other time.
Instead, he preoccupied himself with reading books. The humans created so many different novels, he was particularly interested in any that dabbled in himself. Pride was both a tool of murder and a tool of justice in their books. Some even considered it to be a good thing, the poor, foolish idiots. What they didn't know was that they were slowly bringing about the next coming of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, where they will then judge all of creation once again. That was their charge, and the sins heralded in this new end.
It was not all so bad, though. Those that survived the apocalypse lived forever or something like that. Instead of a new life being created in their place, every time they died, they simply reincarnated as something else. Perhaps it might be an animal, perhaps they might even still be human. It all depended on what God decided at that particular moment, and he wasn't picky. Pride, however, probably would have been. He would have just sent them to Heaven or Hell, whichever they belonged in.
When the mystical sun came over his house, he looked up at the window from his book and sighed, closing it and setting it down on his desk. Time to start a new day. He'd forgotten how many days had gone by since he had become a sin at this point; countless eons, even eternities. It was all so very vague and far off, hard to even remember that his life was anything but this. The only remnants of his past life that he had left was that halo and blade mounted on his wall in the waiting room.
As he stepped out of his office, directly behind the large staircase leading to the main entrance of the mansion, his clothing changed. Gone were his dress clothing, instead he wore a pair of dark blue pants, a simple purple t-shirt, white socks and some black sneakers. When you could wear anything you ever could imagine, all he imagined himself wearing was just something simple. He liked that word; simple. No complexities, no thoughts, no feelings, just simple normalcy. It was the same every year; himself, the butlers and other caretakers of his home, and the two humans that he happened to pick that year.
He went around the staircase and exited through the front door, closing it behind himself quietly and taking in a deep breath of fresh air. The morning was peaceful, birds were singing, flowers were blooming, the sun was rising and the sky was a beautiful array of colors dancing through the occasional fluffy white cloud. It seemed like a perfect day.
He walked about, eventually coming into the view of Jace, the raven she was following flying over to Pride and landing neatly on his shoulder. He smiled, holding up his hand to the bird's beak, some bird feed appearing in his palm. "Hello there, little one. Should you not be returning to Earth soon?" He asked, giving a small laugh.
The bird squawked at him in reply. "Oh, I see. You need to keep me company, do you?"
He turned his gaze over and spotted Jace on the nearby patio. He said nothing, only gave her a small wave before continuing his walk and up a nearby hill, a tree sitting on it, large overhanging branches casting cool shade beneath it on the grass and trunk. He sat there, pouring the rest of the bird feed on the ground. The raven hopped off, continuing to eat, seemingly unperturbed by the fact that he was an 'evil' deity of sorts.
Pride didn't sleep. He never slept. What happened that night was he simply was stuck wandering the house as usual. When you didn't need sleep for your own personal health, it always became difficult to actually find yourself in a position to do it. In fact, he didn't really have any room in the house equipped to have a bed for himself. It was an afterthought to design the building to cater to his own needs, which were extremely minuscule due to his status as a deity, but nonetheless something he probably should have done. Maybe some other time.
Instead, he preoccupied himself with reading books. The humans created so many different novels, he was particularly interested in any that dabbled in himself. Pride was both a tool of murder and a tool of justice in their books. Some even considered it to be a good thing, the poor, foolish idiots. What they didn't know was that they were slowly bringing about the next coming of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, where they will then judge all of creation once again. That was their charge, and the sins heralded in this new end.
It was not all so bad, though. Those that survived the apocalypse lived forever or something like that. Instead of a new life being created in their place, every time they died, they simply reincarnated as something else. Perhaps it might be an animal, perhaps they might even still be human. It all depended on what God decided at that particular moment, and he wasn't picky. Pride, however, probably would have been. He would have just sent them to Heaven or Hell, whichever they belonged in.
When the mystical sun came over his house, he looked up at the window from his book and sighed, closing it and setting it down on his desk. Time to start a new day. He'd forgotten how many days had gone by since he had become a sin at this point; countless eons, even eternities. It was all so very vague and far off, hard to even remember that his life was anything but this. The only remnants of his past life that he had left was that halo and blade mounted on his wall in the waiting room.
As he stepped out of his office, directly behind the large staircase leading to the main entrance of the mansion, his clothing changed. Gone were his dress clothing, instead he wore a pair of dark blue pants, a simple purple t-shirt, white socks and some black sneakers. When you could wear anything you ever could imagine, all he imagined himself wearing was just something simple. He liked that word; simple. No complexities, no thoughts, no feelings, just simple normalcy. It was the same every year; himself, the butlers and other caretakers of his home, and the two humans that he happened to pick that year.
He went around the staircase and exited through the front door, closing it behind himself quietly and taking in a deep breath of fresh air. The morning was peaceful, birds were singing, flowers were blooming, the sun was rising and the sky was a beautiful array of colors dancing through the occasional fluffy white cloud. It seemed like a perfect day.
He walked about, eventually coming into the view of Jace, the raven she was following flying over to Pride and landing neatly on his shoulder. He smiled, holding up his hand to the bird's beak, some bird feed appearing in his palm. "Hello there, little one. Should you not be returning to Earth soon?" He asked, giving a small laugh.
The bird squawked at him in reply. "Oh, I see. You need to keep me company, do you?"
He turned his gaze over and spotted Jace on the nearby patio. He said nothing, only gave her a small wave before continuing his walk and up a nearby hill, a tree sitting on it, large overhanging branches casting cool shade beneath it on the grass and trunk. He sat there, pouring the rest of the bird feed on the ground. The raven hopped off, continuing to eat, seemingly unperturbed by the fact that he was an 'evil' deity of sorts.
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