The Search Has Begun~Demon/Fallen Angel~Semi Lit Accepting

[intriguing]

Clarissa was breathing in and out very slowly, getting over her panic. She looked at Damain, "Wat, way, way too close," she said and breathed a sigh of relief. Then she realised the demon would still try to kill someone else. Clarissa sighed again, granted it hadn't killed her but it had to murder someone at some point.

[herondale.]

(( I think that I'll make it so that they meet Luke, when he's accepted that is, and they perhaps find out he was the shadow before...? ))

Damian nodded in agreement, glancing around incase there was more than one, before walking over to Clarissa. "We better get going... we need to keep our eyes peeled incase it decides to have another bash at killing someone and performing that ritual," he said.

[intriguing]

((That'd be a good idea))

"Good plan," Clarissa said as she hopped over to Damian. She couldn't go anywhere fast right now but thought that she'd have a go anyway, she didn't really want anyone to die.

[herondale.]

(( Coool ))

Damian nodded and followed beside Clarissa, matching his pace with hers. There was no way he'd just leave her behind. He'd never seen a shadow Demon that close before.
His life was pretty sheltered in Heaven, as you could already guess. He was barely ever taught life on Earth, he was mianly taught combat and tactics. He was supposed to be a soldier in Heaven but he was getting fed up with all of the corrupt mess. Yes, Heaven can be corrupt. Its really not as perfect as everyone would think.
Damian ran a hand through his hair and sighed, watching his feet as he walked.

[intriguing]

Clarissa kicked a nearby can of Coke, she stumbled slightly because she hadn't balanced herself on her crutches. She had hated being a demon, she had always been bullied, she had been the weakling, she had always wanted to be an angel. Fallen or not. She smiled and thought how lucky Damian was, she had no idea what heaven was really like but resolved it would be better than the underworld for demon new-borns.

[herondale.]

Damian looked up at the sky, watching the clouds move slowly across the sky just like every other day. It was weird, when he though about it, that he would be like this and on this Earth forever. Literally. He sighed at how daunting that sounded. And most of that time he'd be alone. He hated knowing that.

[intriguing]

Clarissa wished she still had her power so she could read his thoughts. He seemed slightly sad, and that made her feel bad. She didn't like seeing him like that. He had been the only real friend she'd ever had and when he was sad she was too. This wasn't good but she couldn't help it, when she looked at his slightly droppy face she wished there was something she could do but assumed there wasn't.

[herondale.]

Damian looked away from the sky and back ahead of them. Letting things curl up around him like that wasn't a clever idea. He didn't intend to spend his long life wollowing in his own self pity, a pity he brought upon himself. He glanced at Clarissa and smiled. "Enjoying your crutches?" he asked.

[intriguing]

"Not really," Clarissa said, when the whole world she had ever known was collapsing around her. She knew that his smile was a mask, there was probably no way he'd ever get back to heaven. Clarissa smiled back at him, "I'd enjoy them more if I didn't need them but then there'd be no point," she said, her own smile a mask of everything she felt, she was keeping it bottled up, she kenw life couldn't be perfect but wished it would be for a while.

[herondale.]

Damian smiled and shrugged. "I guess. But they're an awesome weapon," he said, glancing at Clarissa. "That is if you know how to use them that way," he smiled, winking, before looking back ahead.
He could somehow guess that Clarissa's smile was false and he knew that she could see through his smile, but he liked the fact she didn't press him on it. And he wouldn't press her on it.