Eternal War . . . Hidden Light *1x1*

[ariel.]

[[ I swear I'm not falling back into my slow post routine! i got half of it done, but I wanted to spend more time with my family, so I didn't have time to finish it and alter/edit it. I should have it finished after school tomorrow if I'm not stuck with any homework! ^^ ]]

[Phoenix's Rebirth]

((No, no it's fine! Don't worry. I've been way busy lately. And family is important (^.^) ))

[ariel.]

[[ Hello! So, I do have my post finished, I just am working on a new format for my posts on this particular RP, which is why it's taking a bit longer. ^^; ]]

[ariel.]

Saraphina
~*~
I'm not ready to let go, 'cause then I'd never know
What I could be missing, but I’m missing way too much
So when do I give up, what I’ve been wishing for
I shot for the sky, I’m stuck on the ground
So why do I try? I know I’m gonna fall down
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Saraphina made her was carefully down the hallway, her body protested to the movement, but focused on healing itself nonetheless. The angel kept a few paces behind Aleron, not wanting to get ahead of him. Scanning the hallway with caution, she knew the area was safe, but her senses were on still high alert - as if to prepare her for another bloody battle. As her blue eyes danced around every corner of the hallway before she caught sight of her striking red blood trailing behind her. Pausing, she stared at the blood, as much as she wanted to do something about it, she knew that she'd only spill more blood upon the carpet if she stayed in one area too long when trying to clean it up. Backing up a couple steps, she turned and continued to follow after Aleron.

Saraphina nodded at his words. "I do believe I should probably thank you. I'd likely be dead and gone by now if it wasn't for you."


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Nëro
~*~
Anger and agony, are better than misery
Trust me I've got a plan, when the lights go off you will understand
Pain, without love. Pain, I can't get enough
Pain, I like it rough. 'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all
-

Nero's eyes narrowed upon Shakra, he wasn't fond of interaction with those he didn't know. An effect likely caused by the war. Shockingly, he was once a friendly a social soul, but the war quickly changed all that for the now hard skinned demon. "Oh do, do drain out the angel's life force, watch then wither and die at your feet in amusement. But humans, they get used as toys and threats, not as a meal." He stated in a flat toned voice.

"We? No. There is no we here. There is a you and an I. But no we." Nero told her, his eyes narrowing further. "I do business with those who I work for, no one else. I am not only looking for their wings, but it's life force as well. It comes along with the job. Wings are just more important. So don't expect any friendliness or helpfulness from me. Now scat, leave me be. I don't with to speak with those I'm not familiar with." He said simply, but tonelessly. He pushed the blood red tie up so it was sitting properly on his neck, before turning to leave from the alley.

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Courtney Louise Smith
~*~
Sleep don't visit, so I choke on sun, and the days blur into one
And the backs of my eyes hum with things I've never done
Ships are launching from my chest
Some have names but most do not
If you find one, please let me know what piece I've lost
-

Courtney opened her mouth as if to say something, but quickly closed it. She stared at the ground for a moment, likely going through a list of thoughts in her head. She felt sympathy for the pair, but she wasn't sure is they would want her pity. Nowadays, most people shied away from it. Bringing her gaze back up she studied them for a long moment before speaking, "I'm sorry." She said in a quieter tone. She did have a couple more questions, but decided to keep them tucked away for the time being. Lapsing into silence, her gaze was directed elsewhere when she heard stirring from her step-brother.

"Damion?" She questioned, leaning over him slightly. Within seconds, his eyes snapped open, and before she knew it she was getting slugged in the face. The sounds of fist-to-face was clear in the air. Stumbling off the side of the couch, she back up, holding likely now bleeding nose. A long string of curse words erupted form her mouth.

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Damion Zackery Holmes
~*~
In this farewell, there’s no blood, there’s no alibi
‘Cause I’ve drawn regret, from the truth, of a thousand lies
So let mercy come, and wash away what I’ve done
I'll face myself, to cross out what I’ve become
Erase myself, and let go of what I’ve done
-

Damion slowly felt himself fading back into reality. The muffled sound of voices entered his ear, he open his eyes for a quick second, but at that time the world seemed to be turning, so he wasted no time closing them. Shifting around slightly, where was he anyways? This didn't exactly feel like the couch he was used to crashing on sometimes, nor did he recognize couple of the voices. Perhaps he was still disoriented. Deciding to try opening his eyes again, an unclear face was hanging over him. On instinct and defense, he wasted no time in swinging his fist out in a punch.

[Phoenix's Rebirth]

((Sorry it took me a while to reply. I've been egg hunting and doing homework.))

The hallway narrowed more as Aleron and Saraphina kept moving. The whole apartment building was like that. The halls were small with barely enough room for two people to walk side-by-side. The walls were a dark gray, and the doors were silvery-gray. The carpets lining the halls were in various shades of browns. The only brightness in the building came from the lamps evenly spaced along the walls--and even those lights weren't the greatest. The doors had black numbers and letters crudely nailed to them, all in order: "7A, 7B, and 7C". Ryan's apartment was "7D".

Aleron looked back at Saraphina, his face partially hidden in the dim lighting. "No need to thank me, but you're most welcome." He could sense her hypersensitivity and anxiety and hoped to at least calm her down a little more. "You do not have to worry about the humans in this building. None of them will harm you. And I keep close watch at all times for demons."

As the two reached the door, Aleron could hear the others inside talking, thankful that they'd made it here safely. But a sudden noise and loud cursing erupted from within and set Aleron into defensive mode again. His eyes grew wide, and his heart began thrashing in his chest. "Sandra! Ryan!" The angel nearly tore the door off its rusted hinges as he bolted into the apartment.

Sandra was standing against a wall, her hands covering her mouth in shock. She then raced to the kitchen and wet a cloth with cold water and hurried over to Courtney. "Here!"

Ryan had rushed to the sofa and had tried to keep Damion from hitting someone else. "Hey! Calm down!"

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"You're no fun at all, are you?" Shakra stood up straight and crossed her arms, glaring at Nero, all her previous flirty "friendliness" disappearing in an instant. Her voice was venomous. "I don't like it when people are rude. I can attack whomever I wish. You should remember that." She had half a mind to attempt to attack Nero, but she decided against it. Instead, she remained rooted in place. It was still daytime, and so there was plenty of time to go hunting.

Xara watched impassively. Neither of these demons suited her interests. In fact, Xara couldn't wait to leave. But Shakra's sudden personality change intrigued her curiosity. Xara then thought she'd stick around to see what the demon would do next. It wasn't like she had anything better to do. Who knew? This Shakra could prove to be more entertaining than annoying.

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Saraphina
~*~
I'm not ready to let go, 'cause then I'd never know
What I could be missing, but I’m missing way too much
So when do I give up, what I’ve been wishing for
I shot for the sky, I’m stuck on the ground
So why do I try? I know I’m gonna fall down
-

Saraphina took in the appearance of the lazily made apartment. For a moment, she thought that a place like this would be unsafe for the humans Aleron watched over, but it didn't take long for it to occur to her that the more unknown the place was.. perhaps the better? Or maybe the humans didn't have enough money to afford a better place. Did they not have parents to care for and comfort them? She questioned to herself. For some reason, she felt surprised, even though she shouldn't be. Nowadays it wasn't uncommon for parents to disappear. Some killed by the demons, or the angels that went insane from the war. Some killed themselves Others just.. ran. Leaving they children behind, so they could escape this new and unsafe life.

She glanced upwards as Aleron spoke again, this time she seemed to actually take the time to study the angel. By his word choice she didn't doubt that he could sense her being on edge. Shaking her head, "No. It's not that. It's, uh, it's a side effect. Of the, the war." She said. She had constantly had anxiety she could never shake, her senses always skyrocketed, and her nerves never seemed to stop jumping around. The smallest of things, easily set her off, or cause her to immediately go into defense mode.


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Nëro
~*~
Anger and agony, are better than misery
Trust me I've got a plan, when the lights go off you will understand
Pain, without love. Pain, I can't get enough
Pain, I like it rough. 'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all
-

Nero spun around roughly, returning Shakra's glare. She seemed to of hit some sort of a nerve in him. "Fun? Why do I need fun?" He hissed. "Kill whomever you like? Why would you kill a helpless human, and ruin their life? To make your life better? Our lives went to hell years ago. Angels, they caused this. They deserve it." He stated in a low tone. He seemed to be preparing himself for another battle, likely feeling some sort of threat towards his own safety.

He rolled his shoulders back, as if he was calming himself from the small burst of anger he had. "What makes you so interested in bothering me? Don't you have others to annoy? I'm sure there are plenty of others that can tame your curiosity, and would be more than willing to hunt angels and humans with you."

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Courtney Louise Smith
~*~
Sleep don't visit, so I choke on sun, and the days blur into one
And the backs of my eyes hum with things I've never done
Ships are launching from my chest
Some have names but most do not
If you find one, please let me know what piece I've lost
-

From the looks of it, Courtney looked ready to hit Damion back, right square in the jaw. That was until Sandra presented her with a damp cloth. Smiling her thanks, she took it gratefully, and wasted no time cleaning the blood off her hands and holding it to her nose. Her brown eyes shot up to the door as it flung open, an angel who's worry was clearly set on Sandra and Ryan, but it didn't take her long to noticed the wild-eyed Saraphina barreling in after him. "Saraphina!" She exclaimed, catching her attention and she quickly moved towards Courtney. "You're alright, but you're leaving a trail of blood.. Where are you bleeding from? You should clean up." Removing the cloth form her nose to speak.

Saraphina ignored her words, she would herself clean up, and scan over herself for more severe wounds later. She took the hand that Courtney held the cloth, and put it back to her nose, and took her other hand and placed it on the bridge of her nose. "Hold the cloth to your nose, and keep pinching the bridge of your nose." She said as she used her own pale hands to tilt Courtney's head down, "and keep your head tilted down."

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Damion Zackery Holmes
~*~
In this farewell, there’s no blood, there’s no alibi
‘Cause I’ve drawn regret, from the truth, of a thousand lies
So let mercy come, and wash away what I’ve done
I'll face myself, to cross out what I’ve become
Erase myself, and let go of what I’ve done
-

Damion seemed to come back to reality, after his fist had made contact with his step-sister face. Looking to his left, he caught sight of her glaring at him, his eyes widened with realization. As he looked forward, he eyes met a pair of unfamiliar one, which cause him to leap up from the sofa, and jump back. "Whoa, whoa. What?" He said shaking his head. After a few moments, he straightened his posture, and calmed down slightly. "Where am I? I don't know either of-" He words were cut off but the door nearly flying off of it's hinges - causing his eyes to go wide once again. A male angel called out two names as he entered. Sandra and Ryan? Where these the names to the unknown pair? Probably.

[Phoenix's Rebirth]

((I will post sometime this week. I won't be on for long this week because of a huge assignment I have due Friday. But I will definitely have a post up by Friday night.))

[ariel.]

[[ Good luck on the assignment! And thanks for letting me know. ^^ ]]

[Phoenix's Rebirth]

((I found out my big assignment isn't due Friday, but Monday! I'm so happy. I still have a test to study for and all, but now I can relax a bit and post.))

In the blink of an eye, Shakra's glare disappeared as Nero confronted her. But the hardness in her bright eyes remained. She brushed herself off again. "Hm, fine then," she said as she pushed her way past him. Shakra took hold of Xara's hand as she dragged the smaller demon behind her, glancing back over her shoulder. "I'll let you be on your way. See you around." She waved halfheartedly as they rounded the corner. There was no point in talking to a demon like that, but Shakra was curious as to what he was talking about when he'd mentioned "business" and the ones he worked for.

Shakra walked so quickly down the sidewalk that Xara was nearly trotting to keep up. But Xara didn't pull away. "What are we doing now?" She asked. The other demon laughed a bit as she came to a stop. Shakra sat on a bench behind her so she was eye-level with Xara, placing her gloved hands on her shoulders. "You'll see soon enough," Shakra whispered in her ear.

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"Look, just chill out, okay?" Ryan said bluntly. He was still by the couch, crossing his arms as if annoyed by what had just occurred. Well, he was a little, but he tried unsuccessfully to hide it. Dark red oozed into his carpet, and now his door would probably need repairs. But, at least the boy was up and about now.

Aleron closed the door carefully before coming into the living room. "It's all right," he said to Damion. "You're safe here." Aleron then went on to introduce himself to the human boy, and Sandra once again introduced herself and Ryan both. Ryan still stood stoically, his dark green eyes almost glaring at everyone in the room.

"Ryan, don't be so rude," Sandra whispered to him, jabbing him in the ribs with her elbow.

Ryan sighed and, lowering his arms and softening his expression--a bit anyway--he said, "Sorry. I'm just not used to house guests. This is my apartment. We live here. Alone."

Sandra smiled nervously, poking Ryan again, this time even harder to the point Ryan flinched in pain. He stepped to the side, away from her, mumbling under his breath.

Aleron looked over Damion from a distance. The boy seemed to be all right, and so Aleron first went over to Saraphina and Courtney, who were now both bleeding. "I can heal your injuries if you'd like. Please, sit down."

[ariel.]

[[ I apologize for not posting sooner. Having a bit of a WB for this RP. ^^; ]]