RPG The Mechanical Angel [Warning- May contain violence and gore]

[Annie]

[color=red][size=2][B]WARNING[/B]- This RP may, and probably will, contain adult language, violence, gore, and bashing on religion. If you take anything that I just mentioned into heart or offensive, please do not bother to read/or participate.[/color][/size]

[FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][color=darkslategray][size=1]"How long has it been, Azrael? How long has it been since you have been rejected by your God?"

-[b]A silence, darkness fills the room. Smoke floods and scorches his nostrils. He gags, sweating and cold[/b]-

"Too long, I'm fortunate. What day is it?"

-[b]Another cloud of smoke and another choke[/b]-

"Does that matter?"

"Yes, it does to me," coughing.

"Does my smoking bother you? Of course it would," the man answered himself,"You are still too pure to take in all of man's destructive inventions."

-[b]A sizzling of a cigarette, small red sparks light up a rough hand[/b]-

"What day is it?"

"Azrael, Azrael..The question should be what year is it? And in that case, it is the year 2099."

" '2099'?!"

"Yes, is this a bad year?" the man chuckled.

".....So it begins..."

"What does?"

-[b]Silence[/b]-

"Please, Doctor, turn on the light," Azrael purred.

"Why?"

"Because, I wish to gaze upon my creator."

"Fine."

-[b]Clicking of the doctor's shoes on the linolium floor and a flicker of laboratory lights. Azrael squints his eyes and looks towards the doctor. He was wearing the typical white lab jacket and black slacks. But there was something different about this doctor. He had a mechanical arm[/b]-

"What happened to your arm, Doctor?" Azrael smirked.

"You know damned well what happened to my arm, Azrael!" the doctor growled and limped over to Azrael, slapping him across the face with his heavy arm.

-[b]Blood splattered on the white floor. Azrael licked his lip and smiled up at the enraged man[/b]-

"You are so abusive."

"Shut up, you have been such a nuisance to me ever since I brought you back to life. I should have left your decaying body to rot."

-[b]Another belt across the face. This time, Azrael glared. His cybornic wings contracted underneath his body[/b]-

"Do you think your mesely restraints will hold me forever, Dr. Allington? Your assistant, Mr. Bailey thought so..."

-[b]Azrael sighs lightly[/b]-

"...I still remember the look on his face. Sheer horror. Ho, the pleasure."

-[b]Dr. Allington gritted his teeth. Azrael smiled-[/color][/size][/font][/b]

[Anne]

[COLOR=Pink][SIZE=2][FONT=Comic Sans MS]Lenfear walked down the a small path carved into the rocky terrain. I has been a long time since she had been here, since God had rejected her. The place was fire pit and swearing hot. She carried her staff on her shoulder as she walked.

A low vioce came from behinder her. "Lenfear, Satan wants to see you. Right away its eargent."

She nodded at the demon that stood behind her.[I] Satan what a stupid name but that is what all the humans called him.[/I] She started heading in a different direction then the way she was before.

She came to a small island surounded by fire and lava. Lucifer sat in a circle with nine others with him, his most trusted. She spread her wings and flew to the island and landed gracefully. "Lucifer you summonded me." She noticed Beelzebub sitting next to Lucifer and gave him a wink. Lucifer raised an eyebrow. "I'm not going to call you Satan like the mortals do. There is nothing wrong with your given name."

He gave a laugh. "Lenfear that's what i like about you, always saying it blunt and to the point. I need you to find me someone. Soon we will strike at Heaven again and this time I want to wim, but to do this i will need a powerful ally. Lenfear I want you to go find Azreal." Lenfears eyebrows shot up. "You fought under him before, so maybe he will listen to you." She nodded her head. "but listen god has sent others looking out for him, too, but they want him dead. You must stop any angel from God that you see." She gave a quick nodded of her head. "Good, i have sent others out looking as well. Lenfear do not fail me."

"I don't plan to." with that she took flight and headed for sunlight.

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Lenfear stood a top of a building and looked down on the city. The full moon shone bright against the night sky. She had tracked Azreal to this city. [I]Azreal I'm coming for you.[/I] She gave a small grin.

With a leap she jumped down from the building and changed into the form she used around humans. She landed neatly and placed her staff butt against the ground. She started down a street called Elm.

She came to an intersection. On a corner there were a group of teenage kids. One of the guys spoke up. "Hey are you alrighT?" Lenfear raised an eyebrow. "You must have fallen from heaven, angel." Lenfear angered flared up. She walked up to the boy an dhe grinned. She made a fisted and punch him in the face.

"What did you do that for *****." He strated coming after her. She took her staff and knocked him of his feet. The others seeing this ran in terror.

"You will learn your place human." she growled and went off down the road. [I]Azreal I am coming for you.[/I][/FONT][/SIZE][/COLOR]

[Cyriel]

Pressing the doorbell lightly, the ringing tones could be heard inside the large mansion. Ann waited patiently, her hands back in her pockets as she waited. [I]It's this time of the month again...and I think it's worse than our little red friend.[/I] Footsteps accompanied her thoughts, and her hands grew cold as the door opened. The butler held it open, his eyes deeming to look at the floor instead of her face. She walked in, and immediately she felt the tension. The marble floor was cold, and she felt the discomfort of hidden eyes watching her. [I]Why they just can't send me the money in the mail, I don't know... It'd make this so much more pleasant.[/I]

Instead, she followed the silent butler along a length of rich hallway, pleasantly garlanded with fresh flowers. A door was opened to a study, richly accomodated with paneled walls of dark polished wood, furniture matching the atmosphere. And it made her utterly more tense - she almost jumped as another set of footsteps walked in, hard and cold to her ear.

"Well, you've already arrived, it seems..." Looking up, Ann found herself looking at her aunt and uncle, their dark hair matching hers, but their cold gaze far different. She said nothing; remaining silent was often the quickest way to escape.

Her aunt held up an envelope, "Here it is. Take it and get out."

[I]She's is a good mood today,[/i] Ann thought darkly. But it was better than being lectured on how utterly useless she was, and how disgraceful she was to the family, not to mention how her parents had utterly abandoned her... She took the envelope, taking care not to present any other contact. She murmured a thanks, executed a small bow, and left the room. The butler was waiting, ready to escort her to the door. [I]Probably to make sure that I don't steal anything.[/I] Not that there was anything she wanted - everything here only reminded her of cold detachment. But it wasn't as if she needed a guide; she had walked the same hallway to the same room every month, for the last eight years.

As she met the marble floor again, she stopped, startled. Others were in the entrance hall, speaking and laughing loudly. Business suits clothed all, and they were shaking hands as men stepped out the door. Ann recognized some of her cousins, and another of her uncles. Surprisingly, the ancient patriarch of the family was there as well. What was this? Some important business meeting?

"Thank you so much for having us, Mr. Lee."
"Yes, it was quite enjoyable."
"Of course, Mr. Bailey. Please come back anytime."
"We hope to hear from you soon."

Suddenly, one of the men noticed her entrance. She tried to shrink back, but it was too late.

"Who is that?"

Her uncle turned, and then his eyes narrowed, "Oh, she's only - "

"Please, introduce us."

Eyes narrowed once again, and this time it was most of her male relatives present. "Ann, come here." She walked, obeying the tone of command, and then bowed slightly. "This is one of our nieces, Ann. Ann, this is Mr. Bailey."

He held out his hand, and she shook it, hesitating. Upon touching his skin, she froze, her eyes widening slightly. [I]...This...what...is...this...?[/I] He let go, smiling, and the feeling was lost. But not forgotten. Never forgotten - it was far too familiar for comfort. Mr. Bailey followed the other men out the door, leaving her at the wrath of her relatives...

Ten minutes later, hard voices wringing in her ears, she was free, walking down the street. Thinking about the feeling... She shuddered. What had he touched? Because whatever it was, the feeling was still sticking to his skin, and she had felt it. She could [I]sense[/I] it; her blood held it in concrete memory. And it was not pleasant... She rubbed her hands together, trying to rid herself of it. It didn't leave. Instead, it seemed to burrow deeper into her memory...

OOC: The Mr. Bailey is from your posts, Annie. Hope it's ok... Just had to connect, somehow.

[Dmitri_Dragoon]

[COLOR=Navy][SIZE=1]Tiranus passed the smaller fallen angel, Lenfear. He looked down his nose at her, truly disgusted by her presence. He could not stand angels, not even fallen ones that served his master.

He walked easily across the lava to his master. He knealed before the mighty Lucifer. "What is thy bidding Master?"

"Ah, Tiranus, the Ever Loyal." Lucifer said smiling. "I have sent Lenfear after the Arc Angel Azreal. As you may already know he is reborn anew. In a mechanical form provided by humans."

"Yes, I knew of this, what is it you wish me to do?" Tiranus asked, looking at the clawed feet of his master, contrary to the hooved version mortals saw him with.

"I want you to find Azreal for me. Turn him to our side."

"I thought you sent Lenfear after him?" Tiranus asked.

"I did, but she is a mere Fallen Angel. Unable to perform the task properly. She did not take the demon form as we have. You, are superior. Now go, find Azreal, and kill any that stand in your way. Especially the human that brought Azreal back to life."

"Yes my master," Tiranus stood and turned from his master. He walked across the sea of lava and soon disappeared. Reappearing in the human realm, in a human form. He wore a black business suit with a white tie. His skin was extremely pale and his eyes a firey red. He smiled showing off elongated K9's. Not so long as they would frighten people. But enough that one would notice.

He stepped out of an alley in the forrest of metal trees and looked around. Corruption, crime, murder, blasphemy made up this city. It was a demon's playground. Tiranus wanted to play first, do business later.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[Muse]

[COLOR=blue][SIZE=1]Michael slowly slid his glasses off his nose, folding them subconciously and stuffing them into his pocket. The gentle breeze blowing his pale blue hair out of his eyes, he took a look around him. It was dark. The only light was that of the moonlight above him, which proved sufficient enough. He looked up, the green street sign showing him he was on Elm. He was alone, besides a small group of smoking teenagers on the intersection. He stood in the shadow of a tall-ish building, and was almost completely invisible.

He was sent here to supposedly look after the humans, who had apparently done quite a job destroying Earth and themselves. He wasn't stupid, though. He knew he was here for more then that. Azrael had been spotted again, and he had to find him before his old friend did anything irrational.

His train of thought was interrupted when infront of him a figure landed gracefully on the ground and started to walk casually down the street. A few seconds later, when the figure, a woman, was a few feet away, Michael walked out of the shadows and looked up. The building was very tall. No human could survive a fall like that. He cocked a quizzical eyebrow and slipped his glasses back on to make sure the building [i]was[/i] that tall. It was. He looked back in time to see the woman knock down a helpless teenager to the ground.

"You will learn your place, human." She growled, but the boy wasn't done yet. He jumped up and started throwing curses at the demon. She turned sharply on her heel and swung her staff fiercly. The boy cringed and waited for the blow, but it never came. He looked up, a boy, younger then him perhaps, stood infront of him, one arm held out, holding the staff in place.[/COLOR][/SIZE]

[Anne]

[COLOR=Pink][SIZE=2][FONT=Comic Sans MS]Lenfear swong her staff but it was stopped. She looked to find a young blue hair boy in front of her. She knew who it was instanly, she could feel his aura around him. "Micheal, its good to see you again. Still proctecting humans?"

Micheal looked at her for a second than blinked. "Lenfear" The name sounded like posion to his tongue. "Quickly you can go now." He told them human, who quickly ran off.

Lenfear lowed her staff. "How much i would love to fight you I have better stuff to do." She turned on her heels and started to walk away. "Micheal you will never get your hands on Azreal."[/FONT][/SIZE][/COLOR]

[Ninjah]

[color=darkred][size=1]Kiros walked along the sidewalk of the non occupied street. His shoes clicking with every step he took. As he walked he slowly took off his white gloves and slowly place them in his jacket pocket. He stopped and gazed up at the dark sky filled with shining lights; thinking about his early years under the service of God. He then just let out a small 'heh' and then continued walking.

He looked around him searching for a place to rest. He spot a bench and sat upon it. His arms spread out along the top railing and legs crossed. He sighed closing his eys and bowing his head.

"Azrael; I won't let them get to you before I do. My friend, I hope to see you once more." He said quite quietly in his graceful low voice. He then got up starting to walk again. He stared at the ground to busy to watch where he was going. He then felt a bump. He let out an 'Eh' and looked up.

He saw that he knocked over a girl; the girl was on her bottom staring at Kiros; at her side was a staff. Kiros then gave her a hand to help her up. She didn't accept it. Kiros then shrugged and put his hands in his pockets.

"What might you be doing here....-" He stopped and chuckled closing his eyes "Lenfear. Did that ignorant Lucifer tell you." The girl stared at him hard. She then smirked.

"Kiros... You look like one of those helpless humans." her voice said quite gracefully. Kiros shrugged and opened his eyes. He then walked over to her staff and picked it up; swing it around harshly. "Hey give that to me!"

"What? You mean this stick of hubba junk?" Kiros laughed as he held it in the air keeping Lenfear from taking it. Lenfear then harshly shoved him, making him lose his balance and dropping her staff. "Oi, no need to push you know. Could have just said please."

"Kiros, you just as humanly as I thought. You are an ebarrassment to Demon." Kiros shrugged and laughed.

"Hah, atleast I don't follow such stupid orders from a demon pig such as Lucifer." Lenfear gave Kiros a sharp look.

"You should respect master Lucifer. He let you become part of the Demonic side after working for God." Kiros then just laughed.

"Master Lucifer? Hah, master my ***. Atleast God didn't kick me out of the Heavens." The whole conversation then turned into an argument about Lucifer being the best. After everything got calm Lenfear turned on her heel and started walking away from Kiros. "Hey, where are you going?"

"Looking for Azrael. Have you not heard; he's back.... And has a new body." Kiros eyes widened with shock his mouth dropped.

"New...New body..?"

"Yes a Mechanical one. Oh yes..I met Michael earlier; he's still protecting pitiful humans."

"Michael..." Kiros eyes shifted to the side. "Michael still protecting humans." Kiros then sighed and started to walk down an dark alley running into a group of frightened teenagers. Kiros stopped and stared at them with concern.[/size][/color]

[Revelation]

[size=1][color=#999999][i]Far from the depths of hell and far the from the gates of heaven, there lay a creature of pure chaos and destruction, of peace and creation. There lay a creature locked away in a crystaline cage where she will be kept till the time of the demonic angel, Azrael, shall rise once more.

A demoness, locked within the crystaline prison, slept as the outside world was consumed by all of man's destructions. Azrael spoke and his words travelled to the prison and had shattered an eery silence that awoke the untamed creature.

Alexandria's eyes had opened quickly and she awoke to the voice of Azrael. With a quick stretch, Alexandria transformed into her demonic creature, a black dragon with impenetrable skin, horns that could pierce through the strongest metal, claws that could easily break through 3 brick walls, and powers that no man, no angel, no demon has ever seen before. Her name was Anastasius, a greek name meaning Ressurection.[/i]

"Free at last. For 2000 years or so, I have been locked away in that wretched cage. I knew it wouldn't be long until Azrael's voice spoke and would free me." [i]A rumbling, dragonic voice erupted from the beast's mouth.[/i] "Now, all I need to do is break this crystal and I am truly free. But...what should I use? Hmm..perhaps Arcanus manus? No. Directus Porta is more suited for this situation. So, then."

[i]Anastasius let out a roar as her form was being ripped away into a lesser form, known as Alexandria the human. This form was by far the more beautiful, intellectual, and seductive. Alexandria had 4 levels of forms, in which she could transform into any given time she wanted. The human form was the weakest in power, but the strongest in hypnotism and intellect.[/i]

"Now, then." [i]A beautiful voice arose witihn the crystalline cage. It was harmonic and angelic, a voice that no one would ever believe it to belong to a demonic creature.[/i] "DIRECTUS PORTA!!" [i]A flash erupted from the palm of Alexandria's hand as she swung it towards the front of the prison. The crystalline shattered to the ground and Alexandria smiled.[/i] "I have returned, Lucifer, and I am bringing Azrael to my side. Beware, Lucifer."
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[B]OOC:[/B] I will send you my powers soon, Annie. And here is a picture of Alexandria's human form. [/size][/color]

[Ninjah]

[color=darkred][size=1]Kiros continued to stare at the shaking teens with concern.

"Kid like you shouldn't be scared of wandering about at this time." Kiros's graceful voice said. The teens then looked up at him. They could see he was about there age but acted as if he was older.

"Were not scared of wandering... It's just some freaky lady attacked one of us." One boy said.

"Freaky lady....? Did she have a staff?" Kiros asked. They all nodded. Kiros let out a small chuckle. "And you are still living?"

"Some kid helped me..." Kiros stared into the boys eyes.

"Michael...." Kiros said under his breath. "You kids get goin'." The teens then started to run out of the alley. "Michael you can come out now.." Kiros said smirking his head bowed.

"Kiros... It's been a long time." said a boys voice. Kiros let out a chuckle.

"Yeah...Yeah it has..."[/size][/color]

[Annie]

[color=darkslategray][size=1][font=Lucida Sans Unicode][b]-Dr. Allington glared and exited the room. Azrael closes his eyes but suddenly opens them-[/b]

"Michael....Kiros, they are here. And what's this? Ah yes, Anastasius, my love. Welcome back.."

-[b]Azrael grits his teeth and forces his wings to push out on the metal restraints which kept him in place. He let out a cry as the metal bent under such pressure[/b]-

"Jesus Christ...these are much stronger than the last set," Azrael growled and took in a deep breath.

-[b]Azrael let out his breath and stared at the ceiling that was made out of aluminum. He gazed at his new appearance. Such pale skin, dark hair, empty eyes, black attire-[/b]

"Damn...Will she even recognize me?"

[b]-He shrugged and concentrated on setting himself free. He spread his wings and contracted his shoulderblades, sending a shower of metal-piercing rounds through the restraints and into the ceiling. Azrael blinked, dumbfounded as to how he did that, but quickly shrugged it off. The twisted and contorted metal flapped in the breeze of Azrael leaping into the air. The doctor came flying back into the room and glanced at the table that was now torn to shreads. His body went pale as he slowly looked up towards Azrael. The gothic angel held a delapitated book in his hand and thumbed lazily through the pages. He smiled and looked down at the doctor, taking a quill in hand. He licked the tip and drug it across the page[/b]-

"Well, well, well. It seems you and I have a very important appointment. Aww, if you could only see the look on your face. Such a horrible expression. Maybe I should wipe that look off of your retched mug."

[b]-Azrael's wings began to glow and spark with electricity. His eyes turned pale brown to black, his pupils dialated and lit up red. The doctor scrambled towards the door, only to run into Azrael-[/b]

"Unhand me, Azrael!!"

-[b]A sinister cackle[/b]-

"You think I am going to grant your selfish request?! You are unworthy of my acknowledgement!"

"I brought you back from the dead, you ungrateful bastard!!"

-[b]Azrael squinted his eyes and unsheathed his blade, stabbing the doctor's stomach and raised him in the air. Azrael smiled and slammed the blade into the wall. Gazing upon the beauty of Dr. Allington's utter shock and agony. He began to convulse uncontrolably and started spilling foaming blood from his wound and mouth[/b]-

"I did not ask to be reborn, you sick ****! You have no right to give life, that is one being's job, and his only..God! You've played God and won. Now you shall gather your reward...in Hell."

"Ba...st.."

"Silence."

-[b]Azrael grabbed his blade and jerked it from the decaying doctor. Blood sprayed in the air and fell as red rain, drenching Azrael. He smiled and tilted his head[/b]-

"....And so it begins."

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[Revelation]

[size=1][color=#999999][i]Alexandria smirked as she stepped out into the blinding light that reflected onto the shattered crystals. She closed her eyes as she felt herself being pulled into the light and lifted as she was being moved from her imprisonment to the world outside. A warmth flowed over Alexandria as she was teleported to the world of reality. She could feel Azrael closer to her as she was getting closer to the rift of the world between Hell, Heaven, and the prisons of encagement.

Entering the rift, Alexandria emerged onto the world and fell onto the ground as she did. The air was not as pure as her crystalline prison, the light was dimmer, and there was much impurity in the air. There seemed to be much fear, anger, and negativity in the air, feelings and emotions that Anastasius would enjoy feeding off of, yet she was not there and it was Alexandria's time to walk the Earth. With a deep breath, Alexandria stood and concentrated on adjusting to everything around her. All was different and intelligence arose in the air.[/i]

"So, mankind has evolved into intelligent, knowledgable humans, ey? Yet, their inventions are destroying their own kind, slowly and steadily." [i]Something struck Alexandria and the hairs on the back of her neck pricked up.[/i] "He's here. But where? Azrael, I shall find you and we shall rule over Lucifer. We shall bring back revenge with a tenfold and we shall rule Hell."

[i]With a blink of an eye, Alexandria disappeared into the thin air. She knew that Azrael's aura would lead her to him and she would be next to him once more and she will use his power to overthrow Lucifer and reign over Hell.[/size][/color][/i]

[Anne]

[COLOR=Pink][SIZE=2][FONT=Comic Sans MS]Lenfear walk down a path of of stars. Along the sides of the path pictures filckered. These were no ordanry pictures they where the dreams of the many beings all the relams. She was searching for ones in particular so she didn't stop long at each dream. She found a couple she would love to ruin but she didn't have time for that now. She had a job to do.

A great force entered the dream world and Lenfear's mind became overwelmed. She jolted her eyes opened and stood up. Her head was spinning and she had to think about where she was. Thats right she had went into the abonded building to enter the dream world. What puzzled her the most was that greaty power she felt. She sat back down to clear her head.

"Azreal!" She blunted the name out. It was his great power, She could feel his aura. She began feeling another prense as well Alexandria. "Now we are in trouble." She said to no one but herself.

She got up and dusted her short skirt off. She walked out the door and head where the aura felt the strongest.[/FONT][/SIZE][/COLOR]

[Muse]

[COLOR=blue][SIZE=1]

"What are you doing here, Kiros." Michael said quietly, brushing his hair back and sticking his glasses back on.

"Well," Kiros laughed, "you still like to get straight to the point, eh? What the hell are those?" He added, nodding at Michael's glasses. Michael smiled,

"Well, it looks like having crappy vision in Heaven means you have worse vision on Earth."

Kiros smiled, his head still bowed respectively.

"You look well, Michael. No aging, I see."

"Don't act like that, Kiros. Look at me." Michael sighed sternly, and Kiros' head popped back up to look at him.

"Sorry... you know, old habits die hard." He added jokingly. Michael stared at him, filled with confusion.

"You don't act very much like a demon, Kiros." He said calmly, and the demon only shrugged.

"Very well," Michael sighed, "what are you doing here?" He asked again, more seriously, although he knew the answer by now.[/COLOR][/SIZE]

[Ninjah]

[color=darkred][size=1]Kiros just gave the angel a slight smile.

"You should know why I'm here...Michael.." Kiros bowed his head again waiting for words to come out of his friend's mouth.

"Azrael..."

Kiros nodded. Then looked back up at Michael his pale gray eyes staring into his friends. Kiros smiled.

"Are you protecting those kids." Kiros titled his head the way the teens went. Michael nodded. Kiros sighed; "Why do you still protect...?" There was then silence. Kiros then opened his mouth but no words came out. He then closed his mouth then thought of something to say.

"Kiros....Why do you now work under Lucifer..?" Michael asked. Kiros then gave the anel a sharp look.

"I needed to be with my own kind. But I hate Lucifer; and also hate God. So therefore I side with no one. I'm neutral.." Kiros's graceful voice had turned into a rough, gruff voice.[/size][/color]

[Muse]

[COLOR=blue][SIZE=1]

Michael stared evenly at Kiro's angry glare until it was the demon that looked away. Kiros' head snapped back after he heard Michael cry out in pain and fall to his knees, holding his temples in a death grip.

"Michael...?" He asked worridly, his voice returning to its normal smoothness. Michael looked up, his glasses askew and his eyes blank and dazed.

"I'm alright," he started, "this happens everytime someone gets murdered anywhere near me. God should've been thinking a bit more when he gave me these powers. He should have known I can't save every human in this damn place," he sighed, "one of those teens just got ran over by a car."

Kiros helped him up and chuckled quietly, "Never thought I would hear an Arc Angel get mad at God before."

"Except for Azrael..." Michael said coldly, grimacing at the thought. Kiros stared at him in shock.

"Don't insult him, Michael. He's the best person I know." He sneered, glaring at the Angel.

"I can insult him all I want, Kiros, he deserves it, and you are aware of that," Michael spat back, " for all I care, God should have taken care of the dirty traitor when he had the chance."[/COLOR][/SIZE]

[Ninjah]

[color=darkred][size=1]Kiros hand balled into a fist; making the sound of bones crackaling. Kiros then opened his fist.

"You may insult him, Michael... But not around me!" Kiros's gruff voice came back. He then grabbed Michael by the neck, lifting him atleast two or three inches off the ground. He stared Michael in the eye with his now demonic eyes. Kiros started to shake and let go of Michael letting him plop onto the ground. Kiros then snorted and his voice was now smooth. "You may insult Azrael....But not infront of me..." He repeated.

"I shall insult him whenever I like, Kiros." Michael yelled quite quietly. "You are not my ruler. But God is."

"God is a bastard! Why do you work along his side! He the same as Lucifer!" Kiros spat then turned his head to face the side so he wasn't looking at the angel anymore. "God is the same... And God shall not get to Azrael before me." Kiros turned his body and started to walk out the alley.[/size][/color]

[Muse]

[COLOR=blue][SIZE=1]

Kiros started to walk away, but found himself flat on the ground, something tied around his leg, causing him to trip . He looked at his left leg; a long, silver chain was wrapped around it painfully, a terrifyingly long scythe on the end was inches from impaling itself in his leg. He looked up at Michael, or what he thought was Michael. The new figure was taller, his once blue hair and eyes had both turned into an emotionless shade of silver. On Michael's back were huge white feathery wings spreading to an atleast 7-foot wingspan.

"You shall not use God's name in vain like that again, Demon, unless you wish to suffer a painful death." Michael said, his voice smooth and soothing.

"Don't tell me what to do, Michael, I can call your 'God' whatever the hell I want to." Kiros spat back, "I'm not afraid of you, Angel." He added smoothly.

Michael smirked horrifyingly, his eyes glowing with sinister delight,

"You should be. I'm not going to do anything to you. You are a foolish one, but you can still be turned to the right side."

Kiros sneered, "Don't count on it, Michael."

Michael pulled harshly on his whip, sending one small shot of pain through Kiros' leg before returning to his side.[/COLOR][/SIZE]

[Cyriel]

Rubbing her hands even harder, her skin started to feel raw as she tried to rid herself of the feeling. The familiar tingle seemed to stir in her blood; she bit her lip, clenching her teeth as well. [I]No, not this... Don't..panic. Just stay calm...[/I] Ann's breathing became more labored, and she began to feel heady, winded...

Suddenly, she gasped - it was as if a sudden dark, yet bright, wave had come crashing down upon her head. Coughing, she fell to the ground, her hands forgotten as the feeling now came in a hurricane, flooding and breaking upon her. A name came to mind, unbidden, never heard, but something that hidden blood remembered for the ages... [I]Azrael...[/I]

Her head snapped up; her hands clenched into white fists. And she knew. [I]Mr. Bailey...had Azrael's blood...on his hands. His hands touched Azrael's blood.[/I] Struggling to her feet, she felt another wave, this time lighter, but just as dark. All around her, beings seemed to light up in the corners of her vision; she was aware of them, but they rushed past her mind. Ann was focused on only one thing, this dark, bright aura that seemed to blind, and yet invite her at the same time. She ran. As quickly as possible, not knowing which direction, and not consciously thinking about her goal - she merely ran, her mind crying for her to go faster, run faster, fly faster. She knew Mr. Bailey was going to Azrael. And she knew...that he would die. And instead of Azrael's blood on his hands...Mr. Bailey's blood would be spilled this time. She knew.

And so she ran, her feet heavy as she tried to force air into her screaming lungs. But it was nothing compared to the burning sensation in her blood, her hands...where the echo of Azrael's blood remained. A building came into sight, bright glass windows mirrorring the image of the sky. And Azrael was there; she knew. And she prayed, if hoping and begging were praying, but she didn't know what for.

The glass doors turned with her, allowing her passage into the cool interior, professional and formal. Ann stopped for a moment, seeing her reflection in the glass. [I]Wings...?[/I] She blinked, and it was gone. Shaking her head, she found herself between two men, obviously security guards. But before they could ask, a bright light went off, swirling colors of red in a euphoria of sirens. Screams penetrated the muffled silence with an eerie clarity, and chaos burst. Ann looked up; blood seemed to start to dot the white ceiling and walls, falling in a hesitant, crimson shower onto the tile floor.

And again, blood called, ringing in her ears... [I][B]Azrael.[/B][/I]

[Kwai]

[size=1][color=navy][i]Hell... the Oblivion, the Abyss, the Pit, the Inferno. Many ways to address the red, black chasm of despair, from which redemption seems to be nothing more than a wistful thought soon to pass away under the cruel atmosphere of sin. There are, of course, plenty of unearthly creatures that inhabit the place. Some were formerly human, others were formerly from the High Heavens. They both fell, or they would not have found their ways down. But those that fell are not the true horrors that lurk within the flames and shadows. For those that fell were once right, were once holy, were once with conscience. That makes them weak. Instead, what the true cause of fear in Hell are the demons born within Hell and raised in Hell. These creatures know nothing of love, of conscience, of holyness. All they know is the chaotic oblivion they reside in, and they become accustomed to it. Overtime, their powers are nurtured by the anguish and hate of Hell, and they slowly evolve to a stronger form.

Such is the way some of the Greater Demons are formed. The strongest in Hell, as it turns out, never were the Fallen, but those that were born in Hell, those that tasted the licking flames and surrounding shadows from birth. And, naturally, there are conflicts amongst the Hell-born Demons as well. The weak die out, the strong live on. The process of 'Survival of the Fittest' is repeated over and over until there is a sort of an equilibrium achieved in the powers. The survivors and thus the retainers of the powers are called the Grim Demons.[/i]

A small, gnashing sound erupted from within the architecture of bones, the abode of Mordecry. A few moments later, the sound escalated into a piercring roar that is almost impossible to mimic or yet to describe - the closest sound there is would be an amplified version of nails running against the chalk board. The shrill cry subsided, sending an echo far off towards the distance. A lumbering sound was heard as the ground shook, announcing the presence of Mordecry. The shadow of an enormous figure took shape under the cover of the bones, then stopped.

"...A familiar scent..."

The shadow snorted, then took in a deep breath of air. For a moment it was motionless, then it slowly relaxed its tensed body, sending a shot of inflamed air out of its nostrils. A flaming red set of eyes suddenly appeared in the dark, burning with the rage of memories past.

"...Azrael..."

A whooshing sound, as if of a gigantic pair of wings folding was heard, and the shadow suddenly lost most of its size. It was now nothing more than a human shaped mass of dark cloaked in the shadow. It chuckled in good humor, then spoke quietly, addressing no one in particular.

"...the scent of Blood cannot be erased Azrael..."

Mordecry stepped out of the shadow at last, taking on the form of a young boy, roughly thirteen to fifteen in age. Though much of his intimidating size and complexion was lost, his eyes were still blood red. He smiled softly, then with a sudden scorching gust of hot air, was lost in the licking flames of the pits located here and there. A small laughter was heard, then Mordecry's presence disappeared altogether from Hell.
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[Ninjah]

[color=darkred][size=1]Kiros gave a small quiet wince of pain.

"Michael... I shall never return to the light side until Azrael does." Kiros said as he got up his foot limp. Michael let out a small chuckle.

"Kiros....Don't even think about Azrael returning to the bright side. God won't allow it!" Michael sneered.

"Who gives a ***** on what God will allow and won't allow. I know I don't!" Kiros put his hands in his jacket pockets. "Michael...I won't let you find Azrael first..." Kiros turned and continued to limp out of the alley. Michael; who used to be his ally is now his enemy.

Michael stood and just watched as Kiros limped out. Serveral minutes later Kiros came at a spot with many cop cars and 'do not cross' lines. Kiros eyes widened. Kiros tried to run; but he couldn't because of the wound in his foot. So he walked quite fast. He looked over the crowd and saw one of the teenagers; hit by a...Car.

"Michael... Was right..." Kiros said as he slid his hands out of his pockets and let them drop at his side. Kiros then headed to his home. Which is a small town house. He hung his white jacket on the hanger reavealing his black shirt. He then sat on his lounge chair and rest his head in his hand. He then laid down and fell asleep.[/size][/color]

[Skye]

[color=purple][size=2][font=times new roman]OOC: Sorry, I didn't get on the computer for two days. I'm not exactly sure what to do.
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Tanka Steffanie Tyler was silent as her mother berated her. "Young lady, I expected you home by ten, and you come home at half past one! This is the last time I am letting you go out..." Steffanie's face was a mix of proper shame and the expression of guilt seemed to satisfy her mother. The teen's mind, however, was elswhere. [i]Daniel... he stood up for me. He shouldn't have. They'll oinly-[/i] Her mothers sharp glance down at her daughters face told Steffanie she had been caught not listening.

"Steffanie, I expected better from you! You do wonderful in school, your an excellent soccer player, and you have amazing friends! Couldn't you just once, just [i]once[/i] listen to me?" Her mother threw up her hands, and turned. Steffanie looked at the floor. SHe mumbled, "I am sorry, mother." If her mom ever found out what had really happened, she would never let her out of the house again.

"Steff, you've said that! And you keep saying you'll do better! Was is it? You attract trouble!" Her mother turned, and stormed out of the room. Steffanie stood in the kitchen, staring that the floor. Then, when she was sure her mom was in the basement/rec-room, she quietly ran up the carpeted stairs to her room.

AS soon as the door was shut firmly behind her, Steffanie let out a sigh. She looked around her purple walled room, and at the door frame to her equally dark bathroom. Taking a glance at her clock, she quickly deduced that she had enough time to take a shower beofre she would have to do anything baout her mom.

Grabbing a towel, she went into the bathroom, and set down ehr change of clothes. Steffanie stood, looking at herself in the full mirror, her eyes rimmed with dark skin. [i]Not enough sleep... I'm starting to look like a ghost.[/i] She thought.[/font][/size][/color]

[Anne]

[COLOR=Pink][SIZE=2][FONT=Comic Sans MS]Lenfear ran down a dark ally way and closed her eyes for a second and open them again. HEr eyes becaome a pool of grey matter, her expresson was blank. She was enter the world of dreams. She was aware of her surround and what was going around her but not totally.

She stepped into a world that was pitch black. A road of stars covered a long pathway. Mirrior like images with pictures flickering doted the lenght of the pathway. Transforming back into her true for she w4ent quickly down the path. She was searching each dream again for signs of Azreal in them. She had lost track of his aura in the real world, so she decided to head back into the dream world.

She came across a dream, with a man just standing there. Lenfear grinnd from ear to ear. This was Kiros dream and he didn't even have it proctected from invaders. [I]This is going to be fun.[/I] She thought.

She stepped the dream potral with connect the dream world to the person dream. A cold feeling washed over her and she closed her eyes. she opened her eyes again and stood next to Kiros. She gave a small harmonic laugh and said, "Kiros you should no better than to leave your dreams ungaurded." [/FONT] [/SIZE] [/COLOR]

[Annie]

[color=darkslategray][size=1][font=Lucida Sans Unicode][b]-Azrael's eyes shifted slightly. A presence was tugging at his conscience. A sweet and innocent presence, one of grace and poise[/b]-

"An Angel..."

[b]-Azrael chuckled lightly and lowered himself from the air. His boots tapped the floor with short, yet long strides. His now human-like eyes cautiously peered into the hallway, falling upon a young girl standing between two security guards. Azrael blinked[/b]-

"This is no Angel, her blood smells of human. Perhaps..."

[b]-Azrael closed his eyes, he chanted softly and slowly opened his eyes. He gazed at this human girl in astonishment. He smiled softly[/b]-

"Yes, so it seems my second guess is correct. She's an Angel who knows not, she has not been awakened."

[b]-Azrael hides behind a marble pillar, watching curiously as to what this girl was to do-[/b]

"I'm sorry, kid. I can't let you in without authorized identification. Plus, we are in an emergency status."

"But.."

"No 'buts' kid, now get outta here!"

[b]-One of the guards raised his hand, but was stopped by the other. The other who wore a sly, sneaky face[/b]-

"What?! This little ***** is getting on my last nerve! I'm not going to get my *** fired because of a little girl!"

"Maybe we could let her in. We could 'escort' her and she can show us her 'identification'..heh..heh..heh. Whadya say, Chuck?"

-[b]The other man lowered his hand and smiled manically. He then reached down and grabbed the girl's arm forcively. She twisted and kicked, trying desperately to free herself. Her scream echoed in Azrael's ears. He clasped his hands over his ears and laughed-[/b]

"A set of lungs she has. But she better wake up."

[b]-Azrael's eyes hardened as he watched on as the men drug the flailing girl into the dark corridors of the building. He slinked from his black hiding place and quietly followed[/b]-

"Let go of me!!! Please!! Don't hurt me!!"

"Oh, we're not gonna hurt yous. Don't worry, sweetness, you'll enjoy it. Just relax!"

"Noooo!! God, please help me!!"

[b]-Azrael flinched at the girls desperation for God. He growled lightly and decided to interact[/b]-

"God? God will not help you. So you might as well help yourself, Angel."

"What?"

[b]-The girl blinked through a wall of tears. The two men dropped her on her back and charged at Azrael. He merely slide to the side and slashed both men with his sword. Both men fell into halves. Azrael took in a deep breath and looked at the girl. The girl lay on the ground, trembling in fear and shock. Azrael cocked his body to the left and bit at his blade. He glanced from her horrified face to the four pieces of bodies[/b]-

"What...what..are you?! Stay away from me!"

-[b]The girl scampered backwards into a wall. Azrael casually walked towards her and pointed his blade directly at her chest[/b]-

"Get up."

"Don't hu-"

"Damn it kid, just get up."

"I have a name!"

"Then get your *** off of the floor and introduce yourself! My patience runs dry, Angel!"

[b]-Azrael appeared inches infront of her face, his blade hair's width away from her throat. The girl stared with mixed emotions, anger and fear. However, she found the courage to stand with her back against the wall[/b]-

"Now, that wasn't so hard, was it?"

[b]-Azrael wiped the blade clean of blood and sheathed it between his wings-[/b]

"My name is Ann."

" 'Ann'? That's a pretty name. I am Azrael, Arc Angel of Death."

"You? You are an Angel?!"

" Arc, Arc Angel, mind you."

"What kind of Angel slays people?"

[b]-Azrael sighed exasperately and sits down[/b]-

"Does my name have no f***ing meaning to you? 'Angel of DEATH'?"

"But..aren't Angels supposed to be....."

"Heavenly? Pure? White and majestic? Graceful and loving? Any of those characteristics come to mind? Well, there are many Angels that fit that description. I, however, am of a different breed."

"You are fallen.."

[b]-Azrael looked at Ann[/b]-

"I chose to be what I am, well, by means of a 'fallen' Angel."

[b]-Ann sat back down, several feet away. Azrael stretched his arms and suddenly shot up into the air[/b]-

"..That blood.."

"What blood?"

"....It runs through my stream.."

[b]-Ann blinked confused. Azrael spoke calm and mellow-[/b]

"...That blood..."[/color][/size][/font]

[Revelation]

[size=1][color=#999999][i]Suddenly reappearing, Alexandria shivered as she felt another presence of a power. She walked down the corridors and into the next, when she saw Azrael. She sighed and she looked down to the child that sat against the wall. Alexandria looked back to Azrael and had seen his wings. Such a terrible fate had befallen him, yet she knew that he could endure anything that was thrown at him.

Coming out into the open, her footsteps echoed to Azrael's ears. He quickly turned to see who's footsteps it had belonged to and had seen Alexandria's beautiful face. It was amazing to see that Azrael would recognize her, when he had thought the same as well. She slowly walked to Azrael.[/i]

"...It has been too long, Azrael."

[i]Slowly coming down, Azrael looked to Alexandria.[/i] "Yes...too long."[/size][/color]

[Cyriel]

The being was beautiful, stunning, and yet...made her flinch. Ann drew away immediately, as Azrael's eyes alighted upon Alexandria. The delicate confidence of age graced her young form, and her appearance threw off Ann's judgement. [I]Who is this?[/I] Her hands tingled again, turning into a prickle that ran up and down her arms. She could only watch, frozen in silence, as Azrael slowly touched the ground, lowering his arms. His eyes were still on Alexandria's now still form, and Ann barely stopped a shudder. He had changed. No, he hadn't, but...somehow, he was not the same to her. This new presence, this demonic sorceress, made him...different.

Still staring, Ann tried to make her form smaller, instinctively curling her body into itself. The wall was cold against her back, but gave a small comfort; something solid that she knew, even if it was just a wall, and offered no protection. She closed her eyes, trying not to see Alexandria; something about the beautiful woman only reminded Ann of chaos. [I]Her...eyes...speak of destruction. And only of destruction.[/I]

As if Alexandria could hear the girl's thoughts, Ann found her eyes drawn open by the threatening feeling of being watched - by Alexandria. She clenched her teeth as she met the eyes of the cold creature, trying not to gasp as she felt pain go through her blood like fire. Lancing up through her arms to her whole body, until it focused entirely on two pinpoints just above her shoulder blades. It [I]burned.[/I]

And suddenly, she had to ask, unable to keep silent any longer, a compulsion stronger than fear and pain urging her voice to find power as she spoke. She choked on her first words, but managed to find her voice, "Azrael..." [I]Death[/I] she thought at the same time. [I]Fallen.[/I] He turned to her, entirely menacing, his wings flowing out gracefully in clean blades of reflecting silver. The sheen hurt her eyes. Ann closed her eyes, but could still see the glare.

"Azrael... What..blood?" She didn't know why she asked, but waited for an answer.